Chapter 563 You Don't Talk About Martial Arts
"Compet with me in swordsmanship? You have only been practicing for a few years. Are you qualified? When I was practicing swordsmanship, you were still playing with mud!"
The one-armed Sword Saint could sense that Zhang Yi had a good understanding of swordsmanship, but as a swordsman, he also knew the importance of his mentality. He kept talking to him and wanted to influence Zhang Yi's sword heart.
But who is Zhang Yi? How could the one-armed sword saint affect the heart of Taoism just by saying a few words from the one-armed sword saint?
"Boom boom boom!"
The collision between two stunning sword lights caused a crack in the sky and the earth, and the void was shattered by the sharp sword lights. The body of the one-armed sword saint kept retreating under the remaining power, but Zhang Yi was
He remained motionless, staring at the one-armed sword saint with cold eyes.
"What's the use of living for so many years? I can crush you just by talking about kendo!"
"One-armed Sword Saint, today I will use sword skills to kill you another arm!"
Zhang Yi smiled contemptuously. The one-armed Sword Saint's understanding of swordsmanship was not as good as Hu Jianchi, and he was incomparable to Zhang Yi.
Hearing this, the one-armed sword saint's face turned red. As Zhang Yi said, everything just now has proved that he is not Zhang Yi's opponent, especially when he saw Yue Yao looking at Zhang Yi with admiration.
When I looked at me, I was even more angry.
"Zhang Yi! You have successfully angered me. Today I will let you see the anger of a sword cultivator!"
"Sword cultivator cannot be humiliated!"
The one-armed Sword Saint actually wanted to escape, but now he has been put on the air and is still in front of his beloved. He has no way out. Only in a battle can he keep his dignity!
The most important thing is that he did not expect that Zhang Yi would be so strong, and this was just a swordsmanship.
What does this prove? It proves that Zhang Yi has not yet displayed his full strength, which has made his sense of shame reach its peak.
He has been in seclusion for decades, but he is not out of seclusion for the sake of being slapped in the face.
This battle is for dignity and his wishful thinking!
"I have been in seclusion in the Ten Thousand Sword Cave for 30 years and raised my sword with my body. This sword was originally intended to protect Yao'er, but it is to be used on you today. It's worth it in this life."
The one-armed sword saint was muttering something, and his emotions gradually became calmer.
Zhang Yi frowned slightly. He had already felt the strange aura on the one-armed Sword Saint's body becoming more and more intense. A sense of crisis gradually came to his heart. Naturally, he would not give the one-armed Sword Saint the opportunity.
I saw Zhang Yi holding the Tianyang Sword in both hands and standing in front of his chest. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword body, giving up all distractions. Only him and the Tianyang Sword were left in this world, a Haoran Sword
The momentum burst out from him, like an invincible sword god.
"I have a sword that can kill everything!"
Zhang Yi swung this sword, and the wind and clouds of heaven and earth changed color, and countless terrifying sword lights emerged out of thin air, and then condensed into a golden long sword, exuding aura like the scorching sun, and the feeling of destruction was filled with the meaning of destruction.
The sword intent turned everything around him into annihilation.
Fortunately, Yue Yao took action in time to block the sword force, otherwise even the Daozong Mountain Gate would be affected.
But at this moment, the one-armed sword saint was calm, his eyes closed, and his clothes were already worn out by the sword waves.
"I sacrifice my sword with my blood, and the blood sword, and destroy it!"
The next moment, the one-armed sword saint threw his long sword filled with cold light into the air, and at the same time, he drew the long sword towards his only remaining right arm. The blood immediately dyed the sword light red, and the sword body
It also began to shake wildly, and the originally green sword body was instantly filled with a strange blood color.
After this, the aura of the one-armed sword saint seemed extremely weak, but his face showed a crazy smile, "Hahaha, Zhang Yi! Want to defeat me with swordsmanship? Impossible!"
"I am the strongest sword saint in the ancient realm, go to die!"
The one-armed sword saint shouted loudly, and his whole body became extremely crazy. With an angry shout, the blood-colored sword burst out with blood-light, dyeing the world blood-red, as if the end of the world was coming.
"Not good! He actually sacrificed his sword with his body, it seems that he had to do this..."
Zhang Yi felt the crazy aura and finally knew where the mysterious aura on the one-armed Sword Saint had come from before, and he felt much more at ease.
It was simply that all this was still under his control.
"Three Pure Holy Dharma!"
Between Zhang Yi's seal with both hands, three identical incarnations appeared, and each incarnation used the sword moves he had just used, and four extremely terrifying sword lights headed straight for the one-armed sword saint.
He once said that if he wanted to crush the one-armed sword saint with sword saint, he would have to crush the sword saint with sword saint. If he used the Immortal Killing Way, he would probably not be able to hold on to a single move.
This is the only way to completely crush the pride of the one-armed sword saint!
That is, this matter is related to Yue Yao, otherwise he would not have been in such trouble.
"Click!"
When the blood sword met Zhang Yi's sword light in an invincible destructive posture, the blood was bright and he destroyed the sword light in an instant.
But before the one-armed Sword Saint got happy, he saw Zhang Yi performing the Three Pure Holy Techniques. Three incarnations with exactly the same aura as Zhang Yi appeared, and the sword moves he used were not weak. How could he do this?
"Zhang Yi! You don't talk about martial ethics!"
The one-armed Sword Saint saw the three sword lights that Zhang Yi had used after merged into one, forming a sword light that was as high as the sky. He actually cut off the sword light that had been hidden for 30 years extremely easily, and immediately the corner of his mouth
After spraying out a mouthful of old blood, Dao's heart was severely damaged and his breath was also sluggish, as if he had become dozens of years old in an instant.
"Yeah! The eldest brother will win! The eldest brother is mighty!"
"What a shitty sword saint, isn't it still being crushed by our senior brother with swordsmanship!"
"With this kind of virtue, I still want to pursue our sect leader and compete with our senior brother for women? I just don't know how to live or die!"
When the disciples of the Taoist sect saw this scene, they were extremely excited. They did not expect that Zhang Yi had achieved such a success in the swordsmanship.
"Click!"
I thought that Zhang Yi's sword would take away the life of the one-armed sword saint, but in the end he just cut off his right arm, and the sword energy on it wrapped around him, which even cut off his idea of rebirth of the broken arm in this life.
"I said, if you want to crush you with sword, you will crush you with sword!"
Although the one-armed Sword Saint accused Zhang Yi of not being martial, Zhang Yi did not think that after all, he did not use any other power to use the Three Pure Holy Techniques, and simply crushed with the power of the sword.
"puff……"
Hearing this, the one-armed Sword Saint vomited another mouthful of old blood. He felt heartbroken. This was even more heartbroken than cutting off his arm. The so-called killing of people is nothing more than this.
"You...you...you...you don't talk about martial ethics! I don't accept it!"
The one-armed sword saint wanted to cover his chest with his hands, but found that his arms had been cut off. For a moment, sadness came from it. There was nothing more painful than a swordsman losing his hands.
Chapter completed!