msmithbooks Chapter 143 Dongyue Sword Pool
Chapter 143 Dongyue Sword Pool
Chapter 143 Dongyue Sword Pool
Although the gap between the cultivation bases was smoothed out by the Zhaixing Building, the gap between the two people's realms was incurable.
Chu Mo slowly walked towards Xu Ming, his cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Stage had an extremely round sword posture.
For a moment, Xu Ming even had some kind of illusion.
What he was facing was not one person, but a group of sword repairmen shouting in unison with long swords in their hands.
The sound of killing and howling came to him together, and the windless and automatic robe was even more strange.
His back was soaked in cold sweat in an instant, and his forehead, which had been completely stained with blood, was also covered with fine beads of sweat at this moment.
Strong, too strong! !
The white-clothed swordsman in front of him gave me a feeling that was stronger than the sum of the people I met on the previous floors.
Compared with the so-called One Sword Immortal Zhou Yi, there is no doubt that there is a difference between cloud and mud.
This round and killing sword force is like the dazzling sword light hanging upside down in the sky in the desolate desert.
The beauty and tyranny together outline a spectacular scene of hidden murderous intentions.
It's not hard to understand Xu Ming's delusion. Wuhen Sword Palace is the well-deserved number one sword cultivator force in the Cultivation Alliance.
They rely on their solid accumulation, the countless classics of exercises left by their predecessors, and countless weapons and magic weapons.
There is also the rumored one who can refine Jianxin, Dongyue Jianchi!
No one outside the Wuhen Sword Palace has ever seen the real appearance of the Dongyue Sword Pool, but every sword cultivator who walked out of it will become a monk who can stand on his own in the future.
It is rumored that there is a trace of the original power of the sword hidden in the Dongyue Sword Pool, which can double the understanding of the way of the sword for the ascetics who enter the Sword Pool.
But it seems that there is only one chance, and only one chance in a lifetime.
After entering the Dongyue Sword Pool, whether it is a dragon or a phoenix depends entirely on its own good fortune.
It was because of the word slave between his eyebrows that Chu Mo got the chance to be baptized in Dongyue Sword Pool.
Although he was extremely confident in his own sword talent, he didn't attract the origin of the sword like Xu Ming did when he first refined his sword heart.
That's why Chu Mo, after being baptized by the essence of the sword, has such a terrifying sword power on top of his original talent in the way of swordsmanship.
The black long sword named "Mo Yang" was also a reward from Wuhen Sword Palace.
Xu Ming was poured cold water from head to toe under this seemingly substantial sword force.
There was even a cowardly feeling of retreating in his heart, and he was only one step away from the dusty Taoist heart.
Chu Mo was completely aware of Xu Ming's state at the moment.
The original calmness in his eyes was replaced by a hint of contempt.
I thought that this person would be a good opponent if he could go all the way to the seventh floor, but now he looked at Chu Mo, but he was a little disappointed.
I just used the most common sword posture, but I can make it look like this.
"Hmph, ridiculous, really ridiculous"
There was a rare contemptuous smile on Chu Mo's face, which was not a fake but a true manifestation of an angry smile.
Chu Mo, who had lost interest in Xu Ming, raised his hand and stabbed Xu Ming's forehead with a sword. This sword didn't even have any breath.
It was such a straightforward sword, even a somewhat insulting one.
Chu Mo was like the sword of an ordinary warrior, striking Xu Ming's forehead like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.
"Move, move, move fast!!!"
Xu Ming's brain was giving instructions to his limbs, but it didn't seem to work.
Xu Ming, who was holding the alloy saber tightly, felt that the long saber in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties.
Feeling the constant chill between his brows, Xu Ming could be said to be in danger at the moment.
But at this critical moment, the appearance of Emperor Shi Tian appeared in the Sea of Consciousness.
There was a look of sullenness on that unsmiling face at the moment.
Just like the master looked at another incompetent apprentice, he was full of hatred for iron and steel.
"Silly boy, remember never to die on your knees."
"Don't dare to hand out the knife that has been brewing in your heart for a long time before you die."
It can be said that one word awakened the dreamer, and Xu Ming's aura that was suppressed by Chu Mo suddenly showed signs of loosening.
Although faced with this attacking sword, he still couldn't take the sword calmly like before.
But in the end, it still blocked Chu Mo's unpretentious sword without a trace of sword flow.
The Mo Yang sword collided with the wide blade of the alloy saber, and there were no sparks that soared into the sky.
Some only have the purest secret rivalry, but no one has made a profit.
Although the Mo Yang Sword could be regarded as a treasured sword, it was of course useless in the face of the alloy saber that had absorbed the gold sand.
The sword trembled and the sword sounded at the same time, and Chu Mo's face returned to the previous Gujing Wubo.
But most of the contempt in his eyes was gone, since this person had overcome his fear of his own sword power.
He has the qualifications to be his opponent!
Xu Ming blocked the sword with his saber. Although he was at a disadvantage, he used this to break his demons.
He was no longer afraid of Chu Mo's sword, and the shadow of the sword spread like a tide in an instant.
The aura emanating from this knife and sword confronted each other in this small square inch on the seventh floor.
Although he couldn't see the shot, the rumbling sound was like thunder in the air.
In the imposing competition between the two, although Xu Ming was still the loser, Chu Mo did not win overwhelmingly.
The forced [-]-[-] split surprised Chu Mo a little.
Relying on the source of the sword in the Dongyue Sword Pool, I refined the heart of the sword.
The sword force urged by the sword heart only barely gained the upper hand.
Based on this alone, Chu Mo knew that the person in front of him did have the ability to reach the seventh floor of the Zhaixing Building.
That being the case, he doesn't intend to keep back.
The change in the mind, together with the movement of the hands, has undergone tremendous changes.
With a flick of the Mo Yang sword in his hand, Xu Ming suddenly felt a burst of white light in front of him.
Random feathers! !
Chu Mo whispered, and a little bit of starlight burst out from Mo Yang Jianjian.
It looks like a star, but it is actually countless tiny sword lights.
The sword light turned into a feather in the air, and came towards Xu Ming.
At this moment, Xu Ming, who had already unloaded the burden in his heart, was completely free of the previous timidity.
Seeing this burst of white light coming towards him, the chessboard of the Sword Spirit Formation reappeared in his mind.
The familiar figure on the chessboard waved the stone knife in his hand in an instant, and the stone knife turned into thousands of swords, and the thousand sword shadows turned into one.
The figure in front of him was shattered, and Xu Ming, who was reshaping the sea of consciousness at this moment, was able to capture some of the essence of this saber technique in the blink of an eye.
With the circulation of the breath in the body, the two completely different breaths, one cold and one hot, turned into two flood dragons.
Inspired by Xu Ming's thoughts, he came across the waves!
The momentum surged in an instant, and the glaring sword light collided with the white light in front of him like a torrent.
If there were others here, they would definitely be overwhelmed by the scene in front of them.
It's just intoxicating!
(End of this chapter)