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What a lot of strength!
Many people's eyes once again focused on the descendant of the Sword Tomb who came with the Immortal Burial Sword.
A young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, looks quite cold, his temperament and the Immortal Burial Sword seem to be carved from the same mold. This is the arrogance of the Sword Tomb Clan that comes from the depth of their blood.
He is proud of all the strong swordsmen in the world, has an undefeated heart, and has the intention to bury all the swordsmen in the world.
The leader of the Seven Kills Sword Sect pondered for a moment and said, "Lin Bu, come and ask this Junior Brother Jianzhong for advice."
"Yes, Sect Master."
On the martial arts field, a young man of about fifteen years old came out. He was a disciple who had not yet established a foundation, but his physical fitness and understanding were excellent. He had already reached the sixth level of the foundation-building skill "Seven Killing Sword Yuan Gong".
Have the power of a fierce horse.
Obviously, choosing a disciple of this age is also a decision made by the master of the Seven Killing Sword Sect after careful consideration. After all, the teenage years are the time when foundation building skills improve by leaps and bounds. Sometimes, if you are only one year older, your skills will be much greater.
There was a huge gap. Although the descendant of Sword Tomb was strong, he was still young after all. The Immortal Burial Sword just kept his hand. Even though his nephew was sharp and powerful, he wanted to reciprocate the favor.
It would be best if this battle ended in a draw.
But he saw the young man stopped. Although the black heavy sword at the same height as him was not unsheathed, even though it was more than ten feet away, it still gave Lin Bu an invisible pressure, making him feel faintly suffocated.
Then, the young man from Sword Tomb shook his head slightly and said, "Let's take him instead."
The young man did not look at Lin Bu, but his eyes fell on another seventeen-year-old disciple of the Seven Kills Sword Sect not far away.
This seventeen-year-old disciple of the Seven Kills Sword Sect is the first among the disciples who have not yet established a foundation in this year's annual festival. He has already practiced the "Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong" to the ninth level and possesses a Pegasus.
Power.
There is silence in the mountain stream.
Many famous martial arts figures in Hailing Prefecture looked at each other. This young descendant of Jianzhong might be a bit loud.
Today's young generation usually refers to the young generation who have reached the age of 18. Now, those under the age of 18 can only be regarded as the next generation.
They are both young people. When they first entered the world and were at their peak, how could they tolerate the contempt of their peers? Even if the other person was a descendant of Jianzhong, it was rare for young people to feel sorry for the other person because of his origin.
Being timid, this is an age when you are not afraid of the sky or the earth, and your sharp edges become sharp edges.
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed behind his back. Lin Buyao pointed at the young man carrying the heavy sword on his back. His eyes were very cold and he shouted: "Catch my sword first!"
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Bu stepped forward with his feet like a sword, straight forward, the long sword in his hand vibrated, energy and blood poured into it, and an inch-long bright red light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword.
Buzz!
At the same time, the air behind it was distorted, and a fierce horse neighed and galloped out. In an instant, the man and the horse became one, and they crossed more than ten feet in almost two breaths.
Get the essence of trance!
What a fast sword!
Some famous martial arts masters in Hailing Prefecture praised that this sword is the fifth sword among the ten styles of the Seven Evil Swords of the Seven Killing Sword Sect's "Seven Killing Sword Yuan Gong". This sword condenses all the killing energy, blood and essence.
On the tip of the sword, there are no other fancy features except speed. Therefore, as long as the foundation building skills are similar, even if the light body technique is good, it is difficult to avoid it. It is a test of one's skills. If you are not careful, you will be killed.
Want to see blood.
Ding!
There was a soft sound, a metallic trembling sound, and all the sword light, aura, and sword clanging sounds came to an abrupt end.
Everyone's eyes fell, especially the disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect, most of whom looked shocked, and some couldn't believe the scene in front of them.
Those are two slender-looking fingers, originating from the descendants of the swordsmen who carried heavy swords on their backs. The body of this thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy is slightly sideways, one hand is behind his back, and the other hand reaches out at some point.
, two fingers caught the killing and condensed sword in a tight space.
What!
Lin Bu's pupils shrank suddenly, he shouted loudly, and the Seven Killing Sword Yuan Gong was pushed to the limit. His energy and blood were boiling, and his whole body was covered in sweat, but he still couldn't pull out the sword. Those two fingers were like the world.
The strongest shackles not only locked up his sword, but also locked up his entire spirit.
The next moment, Ning Xian's fingers holding the long sword flicked the tip of the sword.
clang!
He felt an unstoppable force coming from him. Lin Bu could no longer hold the sword in his hand. The long sword came out of his hand, and the hilt of the sword shot backwards and hit his chest. He groaned and stepped back again and again.
After more than ten steps, I managed to stop myself, but I almost couldn't breathe.
With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground, and the energy and blood he had condensed before were also shaken away at this moment, making it difficult to unite them again in a short period of time.
Defeated!
The eyes of this generation of Seven-Kill Sword King condensed, then relaxed, and said with a smile: "The successor of the Sword Tomb is really well hidden, that's all, I am blind, Luo Qing, go and ask your junior brother Ning for his sword skills.
"
"Yes, Sect Master."
The seventeen-year-old boy from the Seven Kills Sword Sect nodded. He was a handsome young man in white washed green clothes. He never left his hand with a sword. The sword body was made of red copper and was dark red in color. It had a cold edge.
Faintly revealed.
At this time, many disciples of the Seven Kills Sword Sect looked solemn. If they were defeated again, it would not look good, at least in this year's festival competition, even if the opponent is a descendant of the Hidden Sword Tomb, or more or less
If they are too young, it will make them look inferior to the disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect. After all, they are several years apart. Even if they win, it is just a matter of course.
The dark red copper sword in his hand was slowly raised, and a cold sword edge was pointed forward. Luo Qing's eyes showed an unprecedented look of concentration. From the moment Ning Xian took action, he knew that this descendant of the Sword Tomb
His foundation building skills are probably not inferior to his. Although it is just a guess, he is 70 to 80% sure.
Boom!
Luo Qing took the first step. The corners of his white-washed green clothes were raised, and his feet were like drums. His steps were unusually heavy, and an astonishing force of energy and blood burst out from his body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After taking the first step, his pace quickened, and the sound of the drums became more intensive. Soon it was like a gust of wind and rain, like the sound of a killing on a battlefield, with a flavor that stirred up endless thoughts of killing.
call out!
At the moment when the sound of the drums reached its peak, Luo Qing also arrived in front of Ning Xian, thrusting out his dark red copper sword straight. The same sword, but compared to that of Lin Bu, was completely different.
The evil energy of this sword was surging, but its power was restrained. Even the light of the sword was dim, but it was more than twice as fast as Lin Bu's sword, and there was only a brief sound of breaking through the air.
Basic swordsmanship for entry!
A layman can watch the excitement, but at this time, in the mountain stream martial arts arena of the Seven Killing Sword Sect, except for a few disciples of the younger generation who were brought to observe, most of the celebrities can see that with this sword, Lin Bu is different from Luo Qing.
There is a whole level difference, and coupled with the gap in cultivation, it is no wonder that Luo Qing can become the first person in the Seven Killing Sword Sect who has not yet established a foundation, and has become a candidate for the younger generation who can carry the cauldron.
Facing this sword, Ning Xian finally showed a somewhat solemn look, and then moved. This move was as fast as thunder.
Woo!
I don't know when, one of his hands has been pressed on the black ink hilt behind his back, and the thick, edgeless sword, which is almost the same height as it, is unsheathed, setting off a strange wind, like crying, complaining, and complaining.
Rumu, the air shattered, the sword cut into the vacuum, and the sound of breaking the air shattered into nothingness.
Bang!
The heavy sword had no edge, but was as fast as the wind. It fell just before the tip of Luo Qing's sword touched him, cutting off the path of the sword.
A strong wind swept across, blowing the hair of the two of them. The sword clash was like a master craftsman casting a soldier, with a heavy hammer rising and falling, deafening.
call!
Immediately afterwards, Luo Qing plowed the ground with his feet, and Luo Qing's expression changed, and he almost fell back several feet, leaving two clear drag marks on the ground.
Woo!
Ning Xian did not retreat but moved forward. He slowly turned his wrist, and the black heavy sword suddenly felt like a whirlpool in his hand. An invisible gravitational force was faintly generated. Many dead grass and gravels floated up, fell into the sword circle, and were crushed into pieces.
Noodles.
""The Burial Sword Song"!"
Above the Chairman, the eyes of this generation of Seven-Kill Sword King shined brightly. The sword tomb has a foundation-building technique called "Burial Sword Technique". Among them, there is such a foundation-building sword technique called "Burial Sword Song", although it is only a foundation-building technique.
Swordsmanship, but the sword realm contained in it is extremely profound. It is rumored that the original Burial Sword Immortal deduced the "Immortal Burial Sword" that shocked the world on the basis of this foundation-building sword technique.
At this moment, Luo Qing's pupils contracted violently, and he felt an invisible force locking him, giving him the illusion that he was inevitable.
Mental strength!
Not only Luo Qing, but also many famous people in Hailing Prefecture, and even some young masters, protectors, and elders of the Seven Kills Sword Sect, all noticed that this descendant disciple of the Sword Tomb, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, had actually set foot in the spiritual field and was born.
Mental strength.
His green clothes rose, Luo Qing took a deep breath, and then drew his sword. The dark red copper sword seemed to set off a wave of blood. This is the ninth form of the Seven Evil Sword, and it is also the strongest sword he has learned so far. It is a pity.
He has not yet entered the tenth level of the "Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong". Compared with those top-level foundation-building skills, even if his Seven Kills Sword Sect's "Seven Kills Sword Yuan Gong" is perfect at the tenth level, it can only penetrate the darkness around the body.
Qiao, with the strength of a dragon horse.
Roar!
The long roar of the Pegasus is no longer like a horse's cry, but like a dull and majestic beast's roar. It breaks free from the twisted air and merges with Luo Qing's blood-wave sword.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Immediately afterwards, there was a series of sounds of gold and iron, accompanied by dozens or hundreds of bright sparks, and a few feet of air was chopped into pieces and fell into a vacuum world.
At the end, everyone finally saw that behind the sword tomb boy Ning Xian, a Pegasus horse roared, but it had already given birth to a dragon tail. This boy's foundation building skill had actually reached the level of penetrating 365 dark places all over his body.
(Asking for monthly recommendations, Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps! The update is a little late, I am adjusting my thoughts and recovering my state. These two days are indeed the worst time since I wrote Chunyang, my thoughts are disordered and
Although it is lacking, it has improved, and it should be as good as before tomorrow. Thank you to the brothers and sisters of Wumeng for your understanding.) (To be continued.)