God level swordsman

Chapter 239 Good Fate 3
Zhuge's house was decorated with lanterns and festoons, but the joyful scene disappeared.

The courtyard was in a mess, and the guests couldn't sit still any longer, they got up and retreated to a safe corner to watch. It was only a few steps away from the vermilion lacquered gate, so it would be very convenient to escape.

Zhuge Jian looked at the center of the field in surprise, then sneered.

Xuan Nu seemed to be a bit of an outsider, but he seemed to have no choice but to Zhao Tai, and it seemed that he was going to make a move in the end.

But he is not in a hurry to make a move now, if he can watch the excitement for a while, he can watch it for a while. The monk is not his relatives and friends, and secondly, he is not his mistress and concubine. What does life or death have to do with him?

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are forcing the poor monk to kill you." Xuan Nu's sleeves and robes were bulging, holding a knife in one hand, clasped together with one hand, and the treasure looked solemn.

call out,
With a slash of the horizontal knife, a flame hit Zhao Tai like a meteor.

"Flame Knife." A look of astonishment appeared in Zhuge Jian's eyes. If the glaring Vajra Appearance just now made him doubt Xuan Nu's identity, he is now completely sure.

Xuan Nu is from Puti Temple!
It was the lunatic who killed more than ten people in Puti Temple and was expelled from the sect.

"I lost my eyes."

Zhuge Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered to himself: "Haha, if the Taoist monk hadn't sacrificed his life to plead for Xuan Nu, he wouldn't be alive now."

The matter about the Puti Temple back then is considered a secret, and few people in the world know the inside story.

Zhuge Jian had a young monk who was a monk at the Bodhi Temple, and he can be said to be very clear about the events of that year.

The blazing flames condensed into a knife, and the light of the knife merged with the flames, and a series of terrifying screams sounded in the air.

"Playing with fire?"

Zhao Tai's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Now his Zixia magical skill has been cultivated to the peak, and his inner strength is as powerful as the vast starry sky, stretching endlessly.

Including those in the arena, they only saw his divine sword Thunder Control and White Crane Hegemony Palm, but ignored his greatest reliance.

The Zixia magical skill is pure and yang. What it absorbs is the first ray of morning glow, which contains the terrifying power of heaven and earth. The power of the converted true energy and stellar energy is several times that of ordinary internal energy.

The flame knife of Puti Temple is indeed a unique skill in the world, but if you really want to compare it, how can ordinary fire be compared with heavenly fire?
Zhao Tai attached the internal energy of the Zixia Divine Art to the blowing snow sword, and the snow-white sword body suddenly revealed a layer of dark red spots, and it was impossible to see the specific situation without looking carefully.

Even if he could see what it was, Xuan Nu would not stop in his current state.

If there is a mountain in front of you, you can climb it; if there is a river, you can go over it.

All enemies who dare to stand in front of them will be wiped out.

What's more, Xuan Nu's flame knife has already been cut out, and it is impossible to take it back even if he wants to.

It is impossible for Xuan Nu who has practiced the Sutra of Wrathful Eyes to shrink back, even if he knows that there is danger, he is not afraid.

In a state of anger, his real cultivation has reached a very terrifying level, comparable to a master at the peak of Waigang.

Comparing the subtle blowing snow sword with the flame knife, it is like the difference between a mayfly and a big tree.

The tip of the needle hit the wheat awning, and there was a loud bang, and the midair was dazzlingly dazzling.

The flame knife was cut into two pieces from the middle, and when those fiery flames approached the blowing snow sword, they retreated by themselves as if encountering a nemesis.

Xuan Nu frowned, and cut out dozens of flaming knives one after another.

The flames all over the sky illuminated the sky brightly, and the scorching temperature ignited some big red lanterns in the courtyard.

For a time, the Zhuge family was in flames.

Zhuge Jian cursed bad luck secretly, and quickly ordered his servants to bring water to put out the fire.

The lantern is not worth much. If the yard is burned down, the loss will be huge.

The black Jiedao in Xuan Nu's hand was burnt red by the flames, he slashed down one by one, and the long knife condensed by the flames cut through the void, and rushed towards Zhao Tai like a gust of wind and rain.

Zhao Tai looked sideways slightly, and the movement of the sword was graceful and gorgeous.

Flat stab, upward thrust, left swung sword chop, upward hanging sword, downward hanging sword, forward thrust, reverse thrust.
It's like a textbook-like basic sword move, horizontally and vertically, neatly organized, and extremely pleasing to the eye.

Under these seemingly inconspicuous basic sword moves, all the flaming swords in the sky were cut into two halves and melted into the air.

And all this seems to be so understatement, if Xuan Nu's anger is not fake, wishing to eat Zhao Tai alive, all the guests will definitely think that this is an exhibition match that the two have negotiated and intentionally created.

Well, short for show.

"Who the hell is this young man? He even blocked Puti Temple's unique flame knife, and still used... such an insulting sword move." A low-level Patriarch muttered to himself with a strange expression.

"This person has reached the state of returning to the basics in the way of swordsmanship. Except for Tian Yao and a few swordsmanship geniuses in the younger generation, it is estimated that no one can achieve this level."

"It's a pity, the Great Monk will definitely lose."

Cutting out dozens of flaming knives in a row consumes a lot of true energy.Xuan Nu held the Jie Dao, his palms were full of sweat, he was panting heavily, and the surprise in his eyes became more intense.

Zhao Tai didn't have the time to wait for him to rest before going up. After blocking this wave of fierce offensive, he raised his sword and tapped the ground lightly, jumped in front of Xuan Nu gracefully, raised his sword and stabbed.

As long as the existence of the enemy is recognized, there is no choice but to fight to the death.

Xuan Nu spat on the ground, and the Buddha's light around him flourished, burning his essence and blood decisively.

Martial masters generally only choose to burn blood essence when they are desperate for life or death, because every drop of blood essence is extremely precious, and the consequences of burning blood essence are basically difficult to recover.

It would be fine for a while, but after a long time, he would either die or be disabled.

This is a very extreme method of fighting for life.

It seemed that Xuan Nu was really desperate.

The power he slashed out was terrifying, and he could faintly compete with a martial artist with three flowers gathered on top.

At this moment, even Zhuge Jian was shocked, thinking in his heart that if he came to receive the knife, he could be sure of it.

Although he has the highest level of cultivation among the Three Flowers, the gap between him and the disciples from these great sects is still very large, and the strength that Xuan Nu has shown now can already be compared with him.

pedal,
The long sword in Zhao Tai's hand was swung away, exposing an empty door.

But Xuan Nu's black Jie Dao went forward indomitably, the bright light of the blade crossed the sky, and slashed down head-on.

"Die, remember not to do evil in your next life, or the poor monk will still be waiting for you."

The roar that sounded like a bell echoed continuously in the air, deafening and righteous.

"It's over." Zhuge Jian shook his head, his heart full of surprise.

This is a duel between the strong, and this is what the world should look like.

It's a pity that he is destined not to reach such a level in his life.

Just when everyone thought the battle was over, an accident happened, and all the guests stared in the air in astonishment.

(End of this chapter)