In an instant, the whole hall was filled with sword energy!
The flowers, plants, trees, mountains, rocks and corridors seemed to have a consciousness, and their essence turned into sword energy, soaring into the sky!
Everyone in the audience was shocked!
Not far away, in the rain pavilion for guests to play and rest, there are two women in plain clothes.
Among them, the elder one gently shook his hand, attracting the attention of the girl next to him.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"It's very similar! But not exactly the same!"
"What's the meaning?"
"It has his sword spirit, but it is more reserved and restrained than his, and not as wild and wanton."
As the person involved, Xi Ying was originally certain that the other party was a fake, but at this moment, such an astonishing sword energy, coupled with the somewhat familiar sword intention, immediately shocked his heart, and a crack appeared in his original confidence.
Because of the righteous indignation in his heart, Xu Ziling had murderous intention at this time. The reserved and reserved natural sword intention in the whole hall suddenly became as sharp as frost.
He gently held the sword in his hand, his eyes becoming more and more like the man from back then.
In the eyes of some people, time and space seem to be misplaced and overlapping. The person standing in the court and the person who was surrounded by demons in the past are actually intertwined and merged with each other, making it difficult to distinguish each other.
Xu Ziling's outstanding spiritual awareness allowed him to see at a glance the gradual shaking and panic in Shan Ying's heart.
When fighting against the enemy, he wins first with his heart. This is the most important experience he and Kou Zhong gained from their many years of wandering around the world.
Comparing his true strength, Xu Ziling is still a notch behind Tianjun Xi Ying, the third master of the Demon Sect. However, compared with his battle experience in times of life and death crisis, how can Xi Ying, who is proficient in bullying the weak, even be half as good as Xu Ziling?
Of course, Xu Ziling would not miss the opportunity. Without saying a word, he continued to activate the sword according to the essence of the sword canon.
The natural things around him are becoming more and more harmonious with Xu Ziling, while Xi Ying has become an alien in the hall, an existence that is about to be excluded by nature.
Therefore, this world naturally has strong hostility towards him, and wants to turn it into nutrients and keep it there forever.
In the rain pavilion, an older woman in plain clothes whispered: "Kongji Wuhenjian?"
The girl was surprised and said: "How can this man know my father's special skills!? Mom, didn't you say he was a fake?"
"Keep watching! My mother is already a little confused."
The people watching this battle were not just the mysterious mother and son in the rain pavilion.
The master's concubine disguised herself as a man and hid in a corner. Although she was watching from the sidelines, she was always ready to help.
She had her own channels to know that the man in the court was Xu Ziling's disguise as the sword god, and she also knew that with Xu Ziling's true strength, he would definitely not be Xi Ying's opponent.
She did not expect that Xu Ziling would suddenly take action against Xi Ying. Although this was the original plan, everything happened too suddenly and all the prepared methods could not be activated, which made the situation passive.
But what happened now made Shi Feixuan suspicious again.
"Kongji Wuhenjian...? How could Ziling learn that senior's secret skill?"
Shi Feixuan's mind was a little confused for a moment. She was suddenly not sure if the person in front of her was Xu Ziling, or if he was really the sword god who was clearly dead?
Among the crowd, there was also a pair of unnoticed eyes. When they saw the sword intent about to take off, they showed deep doubts, and one sentence kept flashing through their minds.
"I don't believe you're still alive!"
Of course, it was impossible for Xu Ziling to learn the Kongji Wuhen Sword, but the sword technique he saw did have the sword intention of the Kongji Wuhen Sword in it.
Of course, with Xu Ziling's character, he couldn't learn such a perfect sword, but if he had to master it 50% to 60%, and then combine it with his own worldly thoughts of tranquility and inaction, he might not be able to imitate half of the Kongji Wuhen Sword.
But with his current level of cultivation, even if he absorbs the magical power of Heshi Bi and cleanses the tendons and cuts the marrow, he still has no way to actively release this sword.
In fact, his ability to arouse his sword energy to the point where the sword energy filled the room and danced wildly in the air was already the limit. If he wanted to actively condense it, it not only required cultivation, but also the swordsman's will to sacrifice his life for the sake of the sword.
He has none of these!
If Xi Ying gives in now and is frightened, not daring to make a single move, Xu Ziling will definitely be self-destructed by the sword intent that has escalated to the extreme. Even if he forcibly absorbs the sword intent, it will definitely backfire on him, making it difficult to continue.
war.
However, how could a peerless demon like Xi Ying shrink back in front of everyone? Even though with his memory and eyesight, he had subconsciously determined that this person was the sword god who had returned to the world.
However, it is not something that one dares not to do despite being injured, using all his strength to attack twice, and then retreating.
Moreover, the more rejected one is by the current environment, the more intense the resistance becomes in one's heart.
Xi Ying's Purple Qi Tianluo finally burst out, and he wanted to tear a crack in this world that seemed to be divided and completely smash it!
The purple shadow came quickly, chasing Xu Ziling's figure as he moved with his sword. The magic power and sword energy collided violently with every breath, causing terrible damage to the surrounding environment.
No matter how many moves the two sides exchanged, Xu Ziling's sword power was still rising, and his figure was still in harmony with the world.
However, Xi Ying's purple Qi Tianluo exploded to the extreme, and the mysterious shadow seemed extremely abrupt in this courtyard.
It's like a garden in perfect harmony with flowers, plants, insects and fish, and a reckless monkey suddenly breaks into it.
It swung its claws wildly, tearing flowers to pieces, leaping and climbing, tearing off branches, maliciously excreting, and polluting the pond.
This made everyone watching, whether good or evil or ordinary people, involuntarily feel that Xi should be eliminated.
The trembling iron sword in Xu Ziling's hand seemed to have sensed the thoughts of hundreds of people, and suddenly burst into flames. This was not the random swing of the sword when he was wandering away just now.
Instead, it is a killing blow filled with sword intent and murderous intent!
Xu Ziling would never be able to thrust this sword, but under Xi Ying's explosion, under the influence of Qi, emotion, and spirit, this sword that was stimulated to the extreme seemed to have been opened by an external force.
Explodes on its own!
The brilliance of this sword became the most dazzling brilliance in Hidden Xiang Pavilion tonight!
The woven mesh of purple air that Xi Ying was proud of was like cheese being cut into by a hot knife at that moment, without any hindrance.
No matter how easily the long sword made of iron in Xu Ziling's hand penetrated through, the sword energy penetrated his body-protecting energy, shredded his internal organs, and then broke open his vest before continuing to shoot away!
The rockery behind Xi Ying was broken into countless pieces. The sword energy remained strong and flew into the lotus pond behind the rockery, exploding countless koi.
Xi Ying looked at the indifferent swordsman in front of him in disbelief, watched him withdraw his sword, watched him turn around proudly, watched him come to the banquet in the gallery, pick up a pot of wine, and drink it down his throat.
He didn't detect anything, but the feeling of this sword made him feel that it was a little different from the sword that hit his face in the past.
He pulled the corners of his twitching mouth, and at the last moment he fell to the ground, he faintly uttered three words.
"you are not……"
It's a pity that no one can hear the words of a dying man. His words dissipate in the wind within three inches of leaving his lips.