God level swordsman

Chapter 361 More skilled than me
Shenjian Villa likes to collect famous swords, so naturally it will not let go of high-end swordsmanship.

Therefore, the people of Shenjian Villa are more familiar with top-level sword tactics than most people in Jianghu.

Among the sword formulas that the Excalibur Villa could not collect was the Great Free Karma Sword created by Yinglong Qi Jinglong.

Contaminated with the word cause and effect, it can already explain its extraordinary.

If Zhang Mo's sword is the cause, then Zhao Tai's dodging is the result.

And Zhao Tai's sword is the cause, so Zhang Mo's sword is the result.

This is a causal loop.

It also explained why Zhang Mo was always stabbed by Zhao Tai.

Although Zhang Mo has not been able to receive too much damage because of his relationship with the divine sword, human sword, but just now Ning Que's heart sword is a real soul damage. Even with the divine sword protecting his body, he himself was seriously injured .

Now facing Zhao Tai's weird swordsmanship, Zhang Mo has been hit by dozens of swords so far, and it is a lie to say that he was not injured.

Looking at Zhao Tai's sword that is ready to strike now, it is so powerful that there is nothing to be surprised by.

So far, two genius disciples of the four major sword sects have fallen, and Shenjian Villa doesn't want to see a good seedling that is not easy to come out of its own family die here.

Without saying a word, Feng Zijing pointed at Cheng Jian and shot a sword glow at Zhao Tai.

At his level, mountains and rivers can be shattered and rivers can be reversed with just a few gestures. A seemingly insignificant sword glow is like a thunder punishment from the heavens to a martial artist with three flowers gathered on the top.

Not surprisingly, Zhao Tai will be forced to retreat.

Can it really be that simple?

Just then Xu Rumei saw that Ning Que was dead and could not be rescued, and she had long held back her anger. Now that Feng Zijing was repeating his mistakes, how could he make Feng Zijing happy?

Almost without thinking, Xu Rumei made a move.

He blocked it openly and aboveboard.

Xu Rumei's beard and hair were all stretched out, she stomped her foot lightly, and a fierce gangster energy swept out, swallowing the sword light in Fengzijing in an instant.

"Xu Rumei, are you making it clear that you want to oppose my Excalibur Villa?"

Feng Zijing asked in a cold voice.

"so what?"

Xu Rumei sneered: "Can our Hidden Sword Sect still be afraid of you?"

"Then try it." Feng Zijing saw the look of disdain in Xu Rumei's eyes, and immediately became angry.

Xu Rumei really looked down on Excalibur Villa, and Excalibur Villa was also the weakest existence among the four major sword sects.

Because Shenjian Villa likes to collect famous swords, the disciples under him do not study hard in swordsmanship, but also become addicted to the hobby of collecting weapons. It can be said that they lose their minds by playing with things, and there have been few capable disciples in hundreds of years.

Zhang Mo is an exception.

The loss of his plaything made him and the human sword of Excalibur become one.

Other than that, the other disciples really didn't see enough.

This is also the reason why Xu Rumei is not afraid of Fengzijing. In a real fight, neither Fengzijing is his opponent.

This is Xu Rumei's confidence.

The two of them were facing each other, and they were about to fight.

At the same time, Zhang Mo and Zhao Tai had already made a decision.

As expected, Zhao Tai stabbed Zhang Mo accurately with his sword.

The fragile wooden stick seemed to be endowed with divine power at that moment, but it was ordinary and unpretentious, but full of murderous intentions.

puff,

It was like the sound of a wood poking into a meat ball.

Zhang Mo was like a deflated ball, his body shriveled up quickly.

Blood sprayed out, and the sky was blood red.

At the same time, a slight click sounded.

The sound was very small, but [-]% of the people present heard it.

The faces of the main guests sitting in the stands all changed.

Especially the Fengzi Realm of Excalibur Villa.

If seeing Zhang Mo's death made him furious, then that tiny click gave him the urge to destroy the world.

The magic weapon was broken.

The Excalibur in their Excalibur Villa was shattered.

This is an immeasurable loss.

For a swordsman who loves and cherishes the sword, the sword is his second life.

To insult the sword is to insult the swordsman.

The veins on Feng Zijing's face were throbbing violently. If it was just a tiny crack, it would be easy to deal with. Not only did they collect famous swords at the Excalibur Villa, but they were also good at forging magical weapons.

There are weapons masters in the Excalibur Villa who are the envy of the world. They can repair minor cracks, but they will have to pay a price.

With the foundation of Shenjian Villa, that is nothing.

"The sword is with the people, but the sword is dead and the people are dead."

Liu Chen whispered with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"What?" Feng Zijing looked sideways slightly, and after hearing what he meant, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The sword is with the people, and the sword is dead, and the swordsman is like this.

On the contrary, when a person dies, the sword will not live alone.

The possibility of this is extremely small.

Even the sword that gave birth to the soul of the sword rarely goes to the underworld with its master.

Unless, they...really merged into one body and became inseparable from each other.

click,

Click.

The continuous cracking sound kept ringing, like the sound of death from hell.

That was the clarion call.

The trumpet sounded and the sword was destroyed.

The soaring sword light is like a flash of prosperous fireworks, leaving the most beautiful moment, and then only the empty night sky and the faint smell of gunpowder are left.

Excalibur is destroyed.

The soul of the sword extinguished itself, and the body of the sword shattered, turning into pieces of scrap iron and falling on Zhang Mo's body.

Until now, the martial artists watching the battle in the audience have not seen the divine sword clearly.

It was a sword as ordinary as Zhang Mo's, and the ancient markings on the body of the sword could be vaguely seen.

This is a magic weapon with a history, it is estimated that it can be traced back to ancient times.

Perhaps, Excalibur belonged to Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo is its previous owner who has been waiting for 500 years.

In this life, it did not choose to continue waiting, but went to Huangquan together with Zhang Mo.

The story may be poignant, legendary, and make people think about the past and present.

But none of that matters anymore.

What people remember will only be the casual cultivator who claims to be mediocre.

Who is that with the bronze grimace mask?How could there be such a number one person in the Jianghu? I've never heard of it.

Those who like to wear masks are those killers in hell.

Could it be that the above has anything to do with the Hellkiller organization?
The crowd fell into contemplation.

Zhong Tiangong saw that his disciples had defeated Zhang Mo, he had relief in his eyes and complacency on his face.

I am afraid that only those who are masters and parents can experience this feeling.

Hope to become a dragon.

When a child really grows into a real dragon soaring nine days, that kind of satisfaction is stronger than anything else.

"You have a good disciple."

Qi Jinglong sighed, with a bit of regret in his tone.

Zhao Tai was much more proficient in the swordsmanship he created than him, and it only took a few breaths, not even time to practice.

Qi Jinglong once felt that Zhao Tai should be his disciple.

This is a gift from God to him.

It's a pity that fate played tricks on people, and that boy Zhong Tiangong got there first.

Just when everyone was deep in thought, Fengzi Realm finally broke out.

"The younger generation has decided the outcome, and it's our turn to play the next game."

(End of this chapter)