"I once watched the tide rise and fall, the clouds roll and relax, and I watched the day begin and end again, and created the "Three Ways of Spear Technique."
He seemed to be like a spear, with a sharp edge that reached the sky, as if it was going to tear the entire sky apart.
His voice was high, with a forward momentum, and he said loudly: "Please enlighten me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura on his body seemed to be overwhelming, all pressing towards Xu Zimo.
It seemed that he wanted to defeat the enemy without a fight, and wanted to overwhelm Xu Zimo from his momentum.
Xu Zimo smiled and let the momentum hit him one after another like a surging wave.
He remained calm and unaffected from beginning to end.
The power of the spear surged forward, then weakened, and finally exhausted.
Zhang Jianjun's face darkened, and he quickly waved the spear in his hand and stabbed Xu Zimo directly.
"The first of three spear techniques, one of dawn."
The tip of the spear glowed with endless brilliance, like a white light piercing the darkness. At dawn, everything was silent.
This pose carries the hope of dawn and infinite reverie, and the white brilliance magnifies in front of Xu Zimo's eyes.
"It's interesting," Xu Zimo smiled with interest and did not dodge, not even bothering to pull out the Ba Ying in his hand.
He held the scabbard and filled it with waves of Nirvana. This dark black Qi of Nirvana was cultivated from the original "Nirvana Jue" practiced by the Three Swordsmen.
Seeing the momentum of the spear tearing through the air, and the sharp tip of the spear magnifying in front of my eyes.
Xu Zimo slowly waved the scabbard and hit the spear lightly.
But with just such a slight touch, the weakest point of the entire pulse technique seemed to be broken.
The white light dissipated instantly, and the entire spear trembled. Zhang Junjun's hands were numb from the shock, and he almost threw the spear away.
He quickly stepped aside, took a long, deep breath, and held the barrel of the spear tightly.
"The second of the three spear techniques, the two scorching suns," Zhang Junjun's face looked ferocious. He roared again and killed Xu Zimo.
This pose carries the brilliance of the scorching sun, with golden light radiating in all directions, like a big fireball exploding in front of your eyes.
It represents fierceness and brilliance, just like the fireworks on the balcony. Just for that moment of brilliance, you will sacrifice everything regardless of your own life.
With this move, Zhang Jianjun has no way out. He can either break all obstacles in his extreme madness, or he can only destroy himself in the struggle of Yu Guang.
Seeing the golden scorching sun rising, the blazing sun rushed towards me with all its strength.
The surrounding air was melting little by little. Xu Zimo pointed at the scabbard again, and the sharp sword energy penetrated everything.
The blazing sun was shattered by the sword energy in an instant, the light receded, and the endless refinement and brilliance of the spear tip became dim.
But with this move, Zhang Jianjun had no way out. He looked at Xu Zimo and drew a semicircle with the spear in his hand pointing downwards.
Dark red gun gas burned in the air, leaving conspicuous white marks in the space.
"The third form of the three marksmanship, the three twilights."
If the dawn in the first style is regarded as the dawn, the first sun blooms, and everything wakes up in silence, it represents hope and light.
Then the second type of scorching sun is like the sun at noon, the hottest time of the day.
It spreads all its light into the world, wanting to bake, burn, blazing, and annihilate the entire earth.
The sun rises slowly, but in the end everything has its moment to reach its final chapter.
Three dusk probably expresses the meaning of an end.
All things are heading for destruction, and I look at the skyline alone at dusk, with the sunset and sunset blending into the darkness.
It leads from one path to hope, from the second path it comes to blazing fire, and from the third path it leads to destruction.
Withering intertwined with destruction, this shot seems to end everything and bring everything to its end.
In Xu Zimo's eyes, this shot was nothing, but in front of the students present who had just stepped into cultivation, it seemed that there was really a different artistic conception.
They seemed to really witness the beginning and end of the day.
Zhang Jianjun's distant and high-pitched words before the battle seemed to ring in everyone's ears again.
"I have watched the tide rise and fall, the clouds roll and relax,
Observe the beginning and end of a day,
View the vicissitudes of life,
Watch the dawn rise,
Watch the scorching sun
Watch the sky reflected at dusk,
Watch the flying birds entwine the empty space,
Also watch... the end."
When this style of marksmanship fell, the entire space was compressed and exploded by the endless air flow. The air flow dispersed and flowed to both sides, and turned into countless air arrows that shattered.
Xu Zimo smiled, and he slowly pulled out the Ba Ying in his hand. This shot was enough for him to take it seriously.
Since his rebirth, he has only shown one move, the sword drawing technique, which can also be called the sword drawing technique. This technique is more about speed than strength.
In his previous life, he himself created countless pulse techniques, but some pulse techniques were gradually eliminated as his cultivation level increased.
But there are still a few sets of pulse skills that have accompanied him throughout his life, and they are still powerful even in the final stage of the divine pulse realm.
He named this pulse technique "Nineteen Postures of Asking Questions".
This set of sword techniques has nineteen styles.
The first pose starts from Wei Mo. This pose is very ordinary, so ordinary that it is like a child's play, random and unstructured.
The second form of Fuqingping, when the scimitar was waved casually in front of the eyes, everyone only heard the sound of "dong", as if something extraordinary had been planted.
Scimitars collide with spears.
The momentum on the spear is like a rainbow, as if it is going to destroy everything, while the scimitar is plain and plain, but as stable as a mountain.
Three moves to fight a hundred battles without danger,
The fourth form goes straight up against the current.
………………
Xu Zimo's set of nineteen poses, the first few poses are not powerful, and are not even as good as some Xuan-level pulse skills.
Perhaps to be precise, the previous steps are all about gathering momentum and brewing.
Just like a seed, the first step is digging a hole, the second step is sowing, the third step is watering, the fourth step is fertilizing, and the fifth step is when the seed germinates.
When the fermentation in the front reaches a peak, the strength of this set of sword skills almost doubles as it goes to the back.
Your power may easily destroy a seed, but it cannot shake a giant tree.
…………
The spear and scimitar were locked in a stalemate, bright sparks flew everywhere, and the endless air flow shattered.
Xu Zimo smiled calmly at Zhang Jianjun and softly shouted those words.
"Fifth style is flying in the wind!"
When those few words fell gently, they seemed to contain immense power.
Zhang Jianjun's expression changed drastically and he wanted to escape, but it was already too late.
With the blessing of the previous four postures, it seems like a strong wind blowing through the desert north, and the annihilating sand and dust sweep across the earth.
A crazy, endless, and uncontestable momentum bloomed from the scimitar.
The strong wind stirred up thousands of feet of red dust, and the seeds……… broke through the ground!
