Not only is he unfamiliar, at this moment, he is like a child less than three years old, dancing with a giant hammer.": "Piaotian Literature Network"
This power was so powerful that it frightened him, but he couldn't follow his will.
This practice of sharpening a gun before battle really doesn't work. He thought he could control it freely, but the result was completely different from his martial arts.
With his thoughts moving, Zong Shouzheng wanted to completely spread the 'power' of the country he had attracted and overwhelm the entire audience.
The result was unknown, but he shrank into a ball. There was another crackling sound, and Zongyuan's thigh and tibia were shattered again. This time, it was completely broken, revealing the broken fragments.
The scattered, white bones covered with bone stubble are shocking.
Zong Shi suddenly made another 'poof' sound, spitting out a mouthful of blood, along with the fragments of internal organs. He felt that his internal organs had been completely shredded into minced meat by this irresistible force.
My mind finally came to my senses. This was not a dream! It was a reality that couldn't be more real. My whole body was in severe pain at this moment, and I couldn't even raise any energy.
He was about to cry without tears, and even more at a loss. The young man in front of him who was supposed to be slaughtered by him, now looked like a ferocious beast from the ages, suddenly showing some fangs.
——Just showing the tip of the iceberg, it already seriously injured him on the spot!
I thought that when I reached the innate realm at the age of twenty, I would be unique in Qiantian Mountain City since Zongyuan. As a direct descendant of Tianhu, no one could compare with me.
Compared with this Zong Shou, it is like heaven and earth. The position of the Demon King must be within the palm of his hand.
But at this moment, the sense of superiority completely collapsed and disappeared completely, leaving only panic and terror.
Previously, he could remain calm because he thought the situation was under his control. But now, he realized that he had probably lost from the beginning. He could no longer remain calm and calm.
To master the power of a country, one must at least be at the martial arts level and understand the power of martial arts to a certain extent.
And if Zong Shou tried to control it like this, then unless he was a master of Xuanwu, it would be impossible to control it!
So how strong is this Zongshou in front of us?
——The seven chakras of the earth chakra. Or the eight chakras of the earth chakra?
This change in the center of the Temple of Heaven is actually just a few breaths away. The fierce battle at the top of the Tianfeng is still the same. But whether on the stage or off, they are all looking at Zong Shou and Zong Shi on the Temple of Heaven in astonishment.
On both of them.
This change was so unexpected that the anger, worry, and even traces of sadness in many people's eyes have not yet receded.
Ling Fakong clenched his fists and suddenly took a step forward. The scene before him simply made him unbelievable.
Mr. Zongshi, how could he lose, how could he kneel down? Lost to that vicious and accomplished boy?
If it weren't for Zong Shi, it was obvious that his heart and lungs were broken at this moment, and everything below the knees was broken. He almost thought that these people above the Temple of Heaven were actually putting on a show!
A possibility suddenly occurred to him, and Ling Fa Kong suddenly felt his heart sinking. A bone-chilling chill penetrated deep into his bones.
Could it be said that the king and the prince have always been forbearing in the past? What kind of body with dual veins and inability to practice martial arts is just to hide from others?
The prince is actually a martial arts genius with peerless talent?
Zong Ruizonghe also maintained the previous smile on his face. Then his face gradually became stiff.
They were all full of confusion and couldn't figure out why Zong Shou was unharmed after Zong Shi thrust out his sword, but Zong Shi was pressed to the ground.
He was even seriously injured. His leg was broken at the knee level. He was vomiting blood from his mouth. It seemed that his internal organs were also seriously injured?
Could it be that there are other hidden masters hiding on the altar of heaven?
Master Wuye's Feiye Sword Formation couldn't help but suffocate slightly. With only this slight flaw exposed, Qiu Wei rushed a few feet closer.
And Xue Moyan's pupils tightened for a while. In an instant, he understood that it was not Zong Shi who was playing a trick, but that sword really couldn't penetrate!
Looking at Zong Shou carefully again, he was even more shocked. The aura around his body was almost frantic at this moment: "It's the sword force! Gather the power of a country into one body and condense it into the sword force. You are the king."
Martial Arts?”
Zong Shou didn't answer, but still tried his best to control this huge power.
In his previous life, he had seen a lot of the secret martial arts of the royal families of the countries in the Cloud Realm. He had also done some superficial research on this royal martial arts.
But at this time, he was still unable to enter the state.
Just when he was feeling a little frustrated, a flash of light flashed through his mind. It was simple to gather the power of a country, and he had to push it freely, but he tried his best and couldn't complete it. Could it be that his thinking was too complicated? In fact, it was different from that
Is it related to the silky yellow smell?
Zong Shou's eyes lit up, and he decisively replaced his own body with the Jiulin Sword to activate the sword's power, and it turned out to be much easier.
Although it is still a bit difficult to use the second spirit of 'Yuan Yijian' as a medium, there is no longer the feeling of powerlessness like swinging a giant hammer with a small force. It is already barely possible, and it can be overcome.
Take control.
He was silently exploring the method of controlling this royal martial arts, but Xue Moyan's eyes were still changing over there, and his face had turned blue and white several times: "You are the master of Xuanwu who can integrate the power of a country into the martial arts.
?No, it’s absolutely impossible! I understand, you have an innate body and can master the power of the sword to the extreme!”
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows in surprise. Xue Moyan didn't have much eyesight, and he had almost guessed the truth of the matter.
The next moment, an overwhelming and irresistible sword force rose up from the scabbard of the Nine Lin Sword.
The epiphyllum inside the whirlpool of the soul sea also completely opened.
At just this moment, a Xuanwu Grandmaster with the Earth Chakra Qi Channel not far away rushed towards where he was standing. The two-foot-long spear in his hand was like a poisonous dragon coming out of its cave, and the shadows of the spear flew towards him. In an instant,
Countless spear flowers bloomed, and the dissipated energy seemed to completely shatter Zong Shou's frail body.
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and said, "Unsheath" without looking carefully!
A golden sword light rose instantly. It was an ancient treasure, a spiritual weapon that could seal the king's energy.
At this moment, the power of Zong Shou's sword was generated, channeling the power of a country into it. Immediately, a tyrannical force overwhelmed the entire place!
At this moment, it was as if the entire Qiantian Mountain City was condensed into this few dozen feet of space.
As soon as the sword light flashed, a loud "boom" sound was heard, completely breaking the gunfire that filled the sky.
It was actually a head-on attack with attack. The huge sword force was almost crushing. It forcibly smashed the two-foot-long spear that was a third-level spiritual weapon and was made of various rare metals.
!
Even the Xuanwu Grandmaster's hands were trembling slightly. Blood was bleeding from his mouth and he retreated violently.
Then the sword light penetrated again and completely cut off the Xuanwu Grandmaster's head.
Xue Moyan originally took out the phantom heart mirror again and cast a beam of mirror light towards Zong Shou.
But he saw that the young prince opposite him had no reaction under the illumination of his magic heart mirror. Instead, he had a pair of phoenix eyes, curved into crescents, and smiled at him.
Xue Moyan's heart was suddenly neutral. When he saw the Xuanwu Grandmaster of the Dao Ming Sect again, he was completely helpless and was killed by a sword flying in the air. That low magnetic voice was suddenly
The tone changed, and suddenly it was extremely loud: "Yu Jian Linkong, are you a night wandering spiritual master?"
When he finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense and no longer tried to find out Zong Shou's roots. As soon as he looked at the magic heart mirror in his hand, his figure had disappeared. In an instant, he disappeared very suddenly.
.
I could only feel dozens of auras, looming and looming, escaping outside the Temple of Heaven. Instead of going to the top of the mountain, I used my spiritual weapon to fly directly into the sky.
Zong Shou was not in a hurry, as long as these people didn't show up. Once they showed up, they would never be able to escape from his sword.
By gathering the power of this city and a country, his current strength is almost twice as strong as those of peak Xuanwu Grandmasters!
If even these cats and dogs can slip away from him, then what qualifications does Tan Qiu have for him to call himself the 'Sword King'?
Although Xue Moyan used the Huanxin Mirror to differentiate dozens of similar energy and fly in all directions, the true body was locked by him from beginning to end.
The Jiulin Sword turned and circled with his thoughts, and suddenly fell down again and fell into his hand. Then without making any move, the sword light suddenly flashed again, and a sword energy that was three hundred feet long swayed into the sky.
Facing the void to the north, it fell instantly!
There was only a "clang" sound, and a burst of light and shadow scattered in the distance. Where the sword light fell, spiritual energy suddenly surged.
Xue Moyan's figure appeared again. At this time, he was in an extremely embarrassed state, with his hair in a mess. The long knife in his hand, which looked like it was made of white jade, was broken into pieces, leaving only one section in his hand. Then he
He completely gave up the idea of escape and let out a sad laugh,
"Sword Intent of Mountains and Rivers? Using force to enter the sword, it turned out to be a channel for swordsmanship! The useless person who was rumored to have a body with two veins and was unable to practice was actually the innate first line of the innate sense of sword, the realm of night wandering! What a Zong Weiran,
I, Xue Moyan, refuse to accept defeat!"
When Zong Shou heard this, he shook his head slightly and sighed: "You guessed it right, but it's a pity that there is no prize. Your Fantasy Heart Mirror is very good, why don't you stay and let me play with it?"
The sword light changed, and only one sword slashed diagonally. When the mighty sword energy passed by, there was an immediate "Peng" sound, and blood danced away. The tens of thousands of kilograms of force carried by the sword force directly shook Xue Moyan's body.
Became smashed!
Only an ancient bronze round mirror remained undamaged. It was summoned by Zong Shou's true energy, and it fell sharply down into Zong Shou's hands.
When the blood rain filled the sky, everything above and below the sacrificial platform was completely silent. Even the sound of the swords and soldiers clashing also stopped.
Even though he has gone through countless experiences and his mind has been tempered to the point of being calm, the old priest Zong Ling, who did not change his color despite the collapse of the mountain, does not know what kind of mentality he should have to deal with the series of changes in front of him. (To be continued.)