Ye Wuque narrowed his eyes and looked at the swordsman in green shirt facing him from a distance, with a hint of interest and expectation in his eyes.
Before this, Ye Wuque had witnessed the battle between Shen Luoqiu and Yu Jiaoxue, the Liuguang Spirit Sword. Shen Luoqiu's swordsmanship as a swordsman was remarkable and he was considered a good swordsman.
But compared to the blue-shirted swordsman in front of him, Ye Wuque could tell that Shen Luoqiu was far behind.
And at the moment when the blue-shirted swordsman appeared, somewhere in the arena, Chen He, who had been silently admiring the battle before, suddenly burst into astonishing light in his eyes, as if he had awakened from a century-old slumber.
In his clear eyes, there seemed to be a flickering sword shadow. Chen He stared at the swordsman in green shirt on the battlefield, and his whole body was also radiating sharpness!
The swordsman in blue pointed his sword at an angle. He was not tall, but standing there, it was as if he was the only one left in the world with one sword. He was surging with a wave of energy that made countless disciples of the Holy Way feel their skin. The sharp and painful breath.
It was as if he was the sword in his hand, and the sword was another him.
The twenty-second person on the list, the Heavenly Sword in Blue Shirt... Cheng Moyou!
Cheng Moyou looked at Ye Wuque with his eyes, which shone with fighting spirit and sharpness as bright as sword light, and even with a hint of desire, as if he was very excited and looking forward to the upcoming battle.
It was as if he and his sword were just waiting for a strong enemy like Ye Wuque, who could draw the sword and give it a try, and become the strongest in the world.
"What a sword!"
Words of appreciation rang out from Ye Wugao. He looked at the four-foot long sword held by Cheng Moyou in his right hand, and there was also a hint of appreciation in his eyes. It was obviously not a false politeness, but a true appreciation.
The long sword was about four feet long, and its blade was as clear and transparent as autumn water. Even if a drop of dew dropped on it, it would be reflected clearly. The blade shone with cold light, exuding a chilling sharp aura.
What made Ye Wuque feel even more strange was that he felt a hint of spirituality in this long sword, and it sang softly in the wind, as if the sword already had a spirit.
"The name of this sword is... Jingchan. I made it with my own hands using Qishui jade hills mixed with star jade sand and red smelted white copper for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. The sword weighs thirty-eight kilograms. Please appreciate it."
Cheng Moyou gently held the Jing Cicada Sword horizontally in front of him, flicked the sword with one hand, and made a clear and melodious sound, as if the sword was cheering and jumping for joy.
At this moment, Cheng Moyou's expression became focused and gentle, looking at the long sword in his hand as if he was his lover.
Ye Wuque had no doubts about this scene, because he knew that real swordsmen are those who love their swords as much as their lives.
Groan!
The tenderness on his face disappeared in an instant, and Cheng Moyou raised his sword, pointing directly at Ye Wuque!
The swordsman is sharp!
Therefore, most swordsmen are taciturn, and Cheng Moyou is no exception. He waved his long sword and struck Ye Wuque in an instant with brilliant light!
The sword light, as clear as autumn water, cut through the void. This sword light even had a touch of soul-stirring beauty.
But under this beautiful light, there is an indescribable sharpness and terror. This beautiful sword light is enough to cut a monk in the early stage of the Source Soul Realm into two pieces.
Facing Cheng Moyou's sword, the smile on Ye Wuque's face never disappeared. He seemed to be very satisfied with the sword, without any anxiety or fear, and without any intention to dodge.
He didn't move until the sword light reached a foot in front of Ye Wuque!
To be precise, he raised his right arm to stop his expression. At the same time, on his chest, two bright star marks appeared, shining brightly.
And on the right arm that was blocked in front of him, there were bright stars and golden-red blood, and every inch of his body was shining, like the arm of the God of War protruding from the endless starry sky!
when!
The next moment, a sound like metal colliding with each other resounded, and Cheng Moyou's Jing Cicada Sword struck Ye Wuque's right arm, making such a sound.
This scene fell into the eyes of countless disciples of the holy way of heaven, and instantly caused an astonishing shock!
"Holy crap! Ye Wuque actually blocked Cheng Moyou's Cicada Sword with his flesh and blood body? Hiss! Is this still a body of flesh and blood? This is simply a body made of fine iron!"
"I know that Ye Wuque has the secret skill of body refining, and even defeated Tianding Changxu, who was on the list with the secret skill of body refining, in the previous battle, but what he is facing now is Cheng Moyou's blue-shirted heavenly sword Cheng Moyou
Ah! How terrifying is Cheng Moyou's sword light? Even low-grade treasures can be cut off by his sword light!"
"It's like the strongest sword versus the strongest shield. I don't know who will win in the end!"
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Almost every exclamation could not be separated from Ye Wuque's body. The act of blocking Cheng Moyou's sword light really shocked many people.
Although the body-refining secret skill is powerful and can dominate in close combat, it cannot block all attacks. For example, a swordsman's sword is an extremely sharp thing and can cut everything. It is the nemesis of the body-refining secret skill monk.
But what happened in front of them once again peaked everyone's understanding.
It was obviously Ye Wuque who was injured by Cheng Moyou's sword light and his unique body-refining skills were destroyed, but everything that happened was reversed. Ye Wuque blocked Cheng Moyou's Jing Cicada Sword with his flesh and blood body.
Cheng Moyou, who was holding the long sword in his hand, also had a glint in his eyes at this moment, and there was even more shock in his heart.
It's not that he didn't know that Ye Wuque possessed a powerful body-refining skill, but before that he was confident that the long sword in his hand was the nemesis of the body-refining skill, but now it seems that everything is completely beyond Cheng Moyou's expectation.
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How did Cheng Moyou know that Ye Wuque did not simply practice a body-refining secret like other monks, but he was someone who embarked on the path of body-refining!
Physical cultivation, according to what Kong once described, if it goes to a high level, it will be one of the strongest cultivation paths even in all the heavens and worlds!
Although Ye Wuque has just embarked on this path, due to his naturally strong physical body, strong blood, and the tempering of the mysterious Starlight Infinite Body, he has already far surpassed those monks who only practice a unique body-refining skill.
many.
When the sword failed, Cheng Moyou was shocked but was not discouraged. Instead, his right hand holding the sword became more determined and he struck out with the sword again!
Even if you are made of fine iron, even if you are the body of a mountain, the sword in my hand can cut through everything!
This is the unyielding belief of the swordsman!
Dangdangdang...
Sonorous sounds continued to sound, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Moyou and Ye Wuque had been fighting for dozens of rounds. The Jing Cicada Sword in Cheng Moyou's hand was swinging faster and faster, and each sword strike became sharper and more decisive!
But no matter how Cheng Moyou drew his sword, Ye Wuque could stop it without missing a beat, using his own arms and flesh and blood!
when!
After another slash with the sword, Cheng Moyou kicked his foot, stepped back dozens of feet, stood with the sword in hand, and looked at Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque lowered his arms to his sides, his eyes were as bright as before, and there was still a smile on his lips. He was surrounded by stars, and he looked like a god walking from the starry sky!
"You are very strong, much stronger than I expected. Then I and Jingchan will use our strongest sword moves to show you your strength."
Cheng Moyou spoke with a firm tone and an extremely tenacious gaze.
After the battle just now, he had discovered that Ye Wuque was far more powerful than him and that he was no match.
But, so what?
A swordsman, as long as he doesn't die or lose, he will cut to the end until he no longer has the strength to swing the next sword.
Cheng Moyou's words made Ye Wuque's eyes flash, he looked at the persistent swordsman, suddenly smiled and said: "Although your swordsmanship is sharp, there is a fatal problem."
As soon as these words came out, Cheng Moyou's pupils shrank!