The Sword Dynasty - 881. Chapter 880

The power of the seven realms is essentially different from the eight realms.

Regardless of how Zheng Xiu uses Spark or relies on Zhao Si’s natal sword, before the true essence power and the gathered heaven and earth vitality, the gap between the two can only be shortened as much as possible, and it is impossible to reach the point of confrontation.

Under this kind of suppression, he can still shoot the sword faster than him.

This can only show that Zheng Xiu was acting before, and it can only show that although her true power is far inferior to Yuan Wu, her body is more powerful than Yuan Wu.

The extremely tenacious will allows the body to make some desired actions as quickly as possible in the case of severe injuries.

But Zheng Xiu’s situation at this time is obviously not just due to will.

In Yuan Wu’s perception at this time, among the many flesh and blood in Zheng Xiu’s body, it was as if a steel noose was spinning rapidly, and it was exploding.

This secret technique of physical vajra can only come from those ascetic monks in Donghu.

Dozens of sparks gushed out from the blade of the small sword in Zheng Xiu’s hand, passed the sword intent that he smashed down, and landed on his chest.

It was just dozens of extremely thin sparks, but the moment it fell on his chest, there were countless dense and sharp cutting noises.

There are many crystal dust-like sword auras in Xinghuo, just like brilliant gems.

But these condensed sword qi did not penetrate Yuan Wu’s flesh and blood, but cut open his chest.

More than a dozen pieces of dark scale armor emerged on Yuan Wu’s skin, spewing dark flames out.

The sparkling sword aura in these sparks and these dark flames impacted, and they were all blocked, and then quickly turned into finer powder.

There was a loud bang.

Yuan Wu’s sword qi fell on the surface of the water, where the sword tip fell, the qi moment reached the bottom of the Wei River instantly, driving away all the currents.

In the next instant, the forced water current formed a huge ring-shaped wave, mixed with a huge amount of sand, and exploded outward.

Zheng Xiu’s body fell asleep, and the gushing water vapor flew backwards.

There are some surprises in Yuan Wu’s eyes.

There was also an accident in the depths of her eyes at this time.

The scales that appeared on Yuan Wu’s chest had the aura she was familiar with. They were the scales of the dragon, but they were not the scales of the dragon that Baili Suxue was riding in.

The dozens of dragon scales of Yuan Wu had an older aura, and the aura was deeper and purer, and even had the feeling of being soaked by the aura above the eight realms for a long time.

This may only come from the old You Dynasty.

It is not surprising that the imperial family of the Daqin dynasty possessed some relics of the former You dynasty.

But the point is that even she never knew Yuan Wu had such a thing.

Zheng Xiu’s sword was hard on his chest, and the expression on Yuan Wu’s face remained unchanged.

He knows Zheng Xiu too well.

From when Zheng Xiu was about to fight him, he knew that Zheng Xiu wanted to destroy himself while also destroying him.

Even if he couldn’t kill him in the end, Zheng Xiu would definitely force him to use all his concealment methods.

It’s just the same for him.

He also wanted to use Zheng Xiu to see how powerful Wang Jingmeng and those around Wang Jingmeng were.

……

The black scales on Yuan Wu’s chest disappeared.

He stood on the huge wave, looked at Zheng Xiu, did not pursue, just took a deep breath, and while adjusting the flow of blood in the body, he held a sword flower with the long sword in his hand.

It was a simple sword style, but the sword aura surging from the sword instantly turned the world in front of him into a vacuum.

An astonishing heaven and earth vitality was drawn by this vacuum, but it did not gather on the sword in his hand, but appeared directly behind Zheng Xiu.

A sword light quietly appeared behind Zheng Xiu, who was flying upside down, and fell on the back of Zheng Xiu’s neck.

Looking at this sword of Yuan Wu, feeling the unique aura of this sword, an exclamation sounded outside the port.

Those who exclaimed were mostly practitioners wearing blue or purple robes.

These practitioners are all from the Lingxu Sword Sect.

The Lingxu Sword Sect is as famous as the Minshan Sword Sect. Naturally, these practitioners cannot easily fluctuate violently in their mood like ordinary practitioners.

They were shocked at this time because this sword of Yuan Wu was basically the secret sword of the Lingxu Sword Gate, and it was a secret sword that they could not understand and master.

The secret swords of various sects are called secret swords, not because they are difficult to master, but because they are powerful and unique in their sword intent. They are the masters of the various generations of sects. On the basis of some sword scriptures in this sect, they understand the powerful swords that have been researched. Meaning, contains many cultivation methods in this school, and the comprehension of the law of vitality is a sword technique that even ordinary sect disciples don’t want to teach, so as not to be known to outsiders.

The secret sword of any sect naturally represents a powerful lethality surpassing ordinary swordsmanship.

Now Yuan Wu’s seemingly random sword is naturally the same.

However, what shocked the practitioners of the Spirit Void Sword Sect who had reacted most quickly was that Zheng Xiu did not use his sword to block the sword energy that appeared behind him.

The small sword in her hand burned more violently.

Two violent fire auras surged from the depths of the sword fetus. One kind of flame was extremely condensed and compact, like red iron that had been tempered for thousands of times, and the other kind of flame was roaring with the wind, like someone waved a giant countless times. The hammer compressed the strong wind that it brought into this flame.

These two kinds of flames come from the vitality power of Zhao Yi and Zhao Si respectively, but they both carry Zhao Jianlu’s indomitable life and the terrible heat of burning everything.

However, when these two flames surged, there were many pale indifferent stars in the countless orifices in Zheng Xiu’s body dancing out like thousands of small snakes, blending into these two flames.

The three flames blended and quickly became cold.

It turned into a flame sword gas without temperature.

This sword aura didn’t take care of the sword pierced behind her at all, but pointed directly at Yuan Wu’s throat incomparably murderous.

Yuan Wu’s sword is faster than her.

This sword light fell on the back of Zheng Xiu’s neck.

A strange stern phoenix sounded in the air.

The golden phoenix clothing on Zheng Xiu released an unimaginable pressure, and Pianpian Jinhui formed in front of this sword aura, forcibly forcing the sword aura to stop in the air.

The two forces held each other, and Jin Huili made a cracking sound.

First, the golden phoenix robes made a cracking sound from the depths of the subtle magic array that was invisible to the naked eye, and then Zheng Xiu’s neck, and even between the bones and flesh and blood of his whole body.

In the perception of most practitioners at this time, even if the phoenix clothing on Zheng Xiu had unimaginable defensive power, the sword of Yuan Wu still caused serious trauma to her, even enough to make her whole body. Shock and crack.

However, in this very short period of time, there was a cold and dead air deep in Zheng Xiu’s body that spread like a tide.

All the other cultivators hadn’t sensed this breath yet, but there was a bit of bitterness in Yuan Wu’s eyes.

He felt it.

He was deeply impressed by this kind of breath.

This came from the most terrifying opponent he encountered in the Lushan League, Yan Ying.

Darkness permeated Zheng Xiu’s fair skin.

She did not die.

Her body did not split instantly.

The sword in her hand did not slow down.

The cold and extinguished flame fell on Yuan Wu’s throat.