Sawdust flew everywhere, and another sword puppet was smashed into pieces under Zong Shou's sword light sprint. And the crowd under the Mingjian stage finally started buzzing and talking. It was as if the amazement accumulated before had finally reached its peak.
At this time, they all burst out.
There were not many Lingyun Sect disciples walking out of the Dao Palace, only a few hundred. But all of them had surprised eyes and uncertain expressions.
"Where did the people on this stage come from? My sect's Xiao Luo Tian Sword Formation has been able to survive four hundred breaths in thousands of years, but only a few of them have. But was it broken by him just like that?"
"It turns out that from beginning to end, we are just using basic swordsmanship. Is this the so-called return to nature?"
"Not only the swordsmanship, but also the pace is amazing!"
"How can a child who is only thirteen years old and has just started practicing martial arts return to his original form? What truth can he return to? It's just that this child has practiced this set of swordsmanship to perfection. The teachers of my sect are indeed right.
No matter how simple martial arts is, if it is mastered to the extreme, it can have unpredictable power——"
At the gate of the palace, the two young men and women also looked blank.
When Zong Shou stepped into the trap of Xiao Luo's Heavenly Sword Formation, even they, who claimed to have extraordinary vision, thought that this son was going to die. The victory or defeat of this battle could be determined at a glance.
Then, less than a breath later, the young man on the stage had completely reversed the situation. At the most impossible moment, he broke through the sword formation in one fell swoop.
"This Zong Shou turns out to be so handsome!"
After being stunned for a long time, when the girl came back to her senses, her cheeks turned red like a nymphomaniac: "I, Ge Hanyun, have lived for fourteen years, and this is the first time I have been tempted by someone. If it weren't for this guy, he was born in the Zong clan, and said
Maybe you really have plans to marry him. Fei Bai, he is really better than you——"
"Although the swordsmanship is basic, I have already studied the principles of swordsmanship!"
The young man nodded slightly and did not refute. His words were full of admiration without any hint of dissatisfaction: "At least now, I am not as good as him! But within ten years, the only talent in East Lin Yunlu will still be me, not
It's him!"
Ge Hanyun was slightly startled, even though he witnessed a man of the same age destroying the Xiao Luotian Sword Formation with a single sword, with almost no damage. This childhood sweetheart of his was still not shaken in the slightest, and his words were terrifyingly confident.
Then the girl smiled again, thinking that if this Zongshou was not a double-veined body, but just like them, she didn't know what would happen in the future?
By the way! The expression on the person opposite him is probably very interesting as well.
Liang Miaozi, who was standing in front of the first grand hall, had long been as pale as paper. Looking at that unusually strong figure, his arrow-like gaze made him want to pierce through the young man.
When the first puppet was broken, he felt regretful. But now, he wanted to tear that person into pieces completely!
Where is this waste? Where is the ant that he can knead? How many people at this age have been able to achieve this exquisite swordsmanship for thousands of years?
Her face was slightly bruised, and Liang Miaozi could already feel a few vague glances, with some pity and gloating, looking at her from a distance. Deep in her chest, there seemed to be a dull pain.
The long sword slashed diagonally, cutting off the legs of a sword puppet. Then, like lightning and flint, he returned behind the sword and placed another puppet on the 'heart' of the beast crystal, completely piercing it. Only then did Zong Shou
With quick steps and extreme caution, he moved away from his original position.
At this moment, his feet were covered with various puppet parts. Not only did they stop these wooden figures with little intelligence, they also restricted his movement.
He was slightly out of breath, and the constantly conflicting Qi veins in his body seemed to be about to explode at any time. Zong Shou's spirit was even more vigorous.
Since the first sword strike, every time he kills a sword puppet, a cold and sharp aura pours into his body.
Each time, his body recovered a little. His current physical strength is still beyond imagination. He did not expect that his physical strength was exhausted and he was extremely weak.
It also allowed him to completely focus on nothing else, completely unable to hear the noisy sounds below.
All honor, disgrace, and all calculations have been abandoned. In his eyes, there is only the sword in his hand and these puppets in front of him.
With his feet on the Kun position, just as the three puppets around him were about to be surrounded, Zong Shou took several steps back. Then he suddenly exerted force and counterattacked at high speed. With just one sword, he completely penetrated the necks of the two wooden figures who could not react.
!
Then the sword light was slashed diagonally, completely cutting off the two fragile necks, and then there was a 'ding' sound, and it collided with the other sword on the side, causing countless sparks. The sword's strength was overwhelming,
Zong Shou immediately took a step back. He staggered and almost fell.
Mu Ren, who could rival the Xuanwu Sect physically in terms of strength and tenacity, had his energy and blood boiling with just one sword strike, making him unable to bear it.
However, at this time, the luster of Zong Shou's gaze did not weaken by half, but became even more dazzling.
Basic Swordsmanship No. 44—External Sword!
"The eighteenth body, behead!"
The green pine-patterned wind sword suddenly drew a sword circle, and a soft force cleverly moved the puppet's sword to the side.
Then the green sword shadow seemed to be spitting out a message from a poisonous snake. With a sudden stab, the sword puppet was completely penetrated!
And when Zong Shou looked around again, he saw that the stage was in a mess. There was no longer a puppet that could raise a sword towards each other.
The ground was full of broken wood, and the Xiao Luotian Sword Formation and the eighteen sword puppets were all gone.
After another long while, Zong Shou withdrew from the surging fighting spirit, and his consciousness gradually became clearer.
Then I saw Lin Fei on the stage, and Ming Jian below the stage, with countless pairs of eyes looking at them. They were in disbelief, a mixture of exclamation and jealousy.
Zong Shou was stunned again, and the next moment, he gave a cold sigh.
"Three hundred and forty-three breaths, is this the Lingyun Sect's Xiaoluo Tianjian Formation? It's nothing more than that——"
Just a few words made the Lingyun Sect disciples below feel slightly angry. But just a moment later, there was silence again.
The formation was broken within one hundred breaths, and within three hundred and forty-three breaths, these eighteen sword puppets, which were already quite powerful in their own right, were chopped into pieces one by one.
Such a person is indeed qualified to say, "That's all"——
Except for this surprisingly handsome young man on the Mingjian Stage, no one else has this qualification.
In the minds of many people, they even think that the Little Luotian Sword Formation left by Patriarch Lingyun is simply to embarrass the heroes of the world. There is absolutely no one in the world who can break this formation without using inner breath.
However, today, I saw with my own eyes that this miracle was born.
Some people who knew the cause and effect were blushing with embarrassment. They could only remain silent and unable to say a single word of rebuttal.
Huang Yi, who was standing in front of Liang Miaozi, sighed secretly. His uncle had really gone too far. He was so humiliating. No wonder he would say this.
The pine pattern wind sword in Zong Shou's hand had been curled, and there were slight cracks on the spine of the sword. He simply threw it away and inserted it in the center of the bright sword platform. Then he looked to the left, the same size
of stone platform.
Without much hesitation, he walked down from the Mingjian Platform and walked directly to the opposite side.
While walking around, I didn't see any impressive figures. However, those Lingyun Sect disciples and many young people subconsciously stood aside to make way for a path, and Ren Zongshou walked to the foot of the Tianfu platform.