[Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-fifth Fish Intestine Broken Golden Sword]
[Chapter 535: The Fish Intestine Breaks the Golden Sword]
The hidden sword and the god are themselves like swords. This is the extremely high state of swordsmanship.
Such a swordsman is cold, proud and powerful, because his soul has been tempered long ago and is as good as a famous sword.
This is exactly the opposite of Feng Ziyue's practice of using swords as bones to train himself.
Many people also believe that this should actually be the face of a real swordsman.
Only by depriving yourself of all emotions can you purely focus on the way of the sword and truly appreciate the heart of the sword - but Feng Ziyue's way of swordsmanship is very different from this path.
For him, if he wants to give up his feelings for his family and friends, then there is no need to be reborn.
To save these thirty years, he will never give up on his emotions.
As Gong Yangxi said, it is the man who controls the sword, not the sword who controls the man. If you turn your entire spiritual world into a sword, then what is the meaning of being this person?
Such a person can be said to be a famous swordsman, but he cannot be regarded as a swordsman.
But it is undeniable that such a person is not inferior in swordsmanship.
Especially for masters of Poxu who have given up everything and immersed themselves in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds and thousands of years, their understanding and use of the sword have reached a level beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Hong Feiming, the Lord of Xingyue City, glanced at Feng Ziyue quietly with cold eyes, his eyes were as deep as the endless sea of stars, carrying calm pressure.
Feng Ziyue felt a deep tingling sensation on the skin on his face.
It's like the pain of a sword piercing your skin.
Feng Ziyue shook his head indifferently, and his hand holding the sword hilt tightened.
"Is your sword a broken sword?"
Hong Feiming also noticed this broken ancient bronze sword. The Xuanyuan Huntian ancient sword held by this Taoist Luan was extraordinary. Although it was broken, it still exuded the burning sword brilliance.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and raised the ancient sword in his hand.
"Xuanyuan Huntian's ancient sword was broken from the beginning and made of bronze. I will use this to learn Master Hong's clever moves!"
Even though the broken sword is broken, the energy of the sword remains unchanged. In the hands of masters like them, there is actually no big difference.
Hong Feiming nodded, silently pulled out a golden dagger from his sleeve, shook it slightly, and made a crackling wind whistle.
"This sword of mine has not been unsheathed for hundreds of years. Now that I see you today, it can finally be put to use."
Although Feng Ziyue's cultivation level was only at the middle level of Breaking the Void, the sword intent on his body made Hong Fei Mingdu feel strong oppression. Such a master was rarely encountered in many years.
For such an opponent, this fish intestine-breaking golden sword is worth taking action again.
Feng Ziyue's gaze also shifted to the golden dagger.
The moment it was unsheathed, this fish-gut-breaking golden sword really caught everyone's attention.
The golden light is dazzling and murderous.
Hong Feiming actually put such a sword casually in his sleeve.
"What a sword!"
Feng Ziyue nodded in praise, but saw Na Hong Feiming shaking his head with a bitter smile.
"It is indeed a good sword, but..."
"This sword is called the Yuchang Po Golden Sword. In fact, it was originally destined to become an immortal sword - but now," Hong Feiming's face also showed a trace of disappointment and regret, "Just like me, I just
It can only become a good sword..."
Immortal sword?
Feng Ziyue frowned slightly. This fish-gut-breaking golden sword—leaving aside the unformed sword mother on his back—is already the most outstanding sword that Feng Ziyue has seen in so many years.
From what Hong Feiming said, it seemed that he was still dissatisfied with such a sword.
The emotion is beyond words.
However, Feng Ziyue has never heard of the so-called fairy sword and good sword theory.
"What is a fairy sword? What is a good sword?"
Feng Ziyue's eyebrows twitched, his white clothes perked up, and he took another step forward with even greater momentum.
This time, Hong Feiming had no intention of fighting back. He looked up at the sky. Although the starry sky on the seventh floor of the Tongtian Tower was dim, it was high above it and was no different from the real night.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, there is no such thing as a fairy sword..."
Among the sword mothers, Bisi, a swordsmith, sneered.
Although she is not a master swordsmith, she has a family background and is well-informed. Is there any fairy sword in this world?
"——However, his fish-intestine-breaking golden sword is considered a good thing..."
I have to admit this.
"The so-called fairy sword is a divine sword that is omnipotent and can take the heads of people from thousands of miles away——"
Hong Feiming's voice became broad and distant, with a hint of loneliness, as if he was thinking about something, but after all, he shook his head with a hint of desolation.
"As for a good sword, which cuts iron like clay and kills people like grass, it is just commonplace."
"fart!"
Bi Si was indignant among the Sword Mothers.
"How can a god know this? Why take the head of a person thousands of miles away? This is simply impossible! This person is crazy!"
Feng Ziyue was also skeptical about Hong Feiming's words, but if such a fairy sword really existed, it would really make people fascinated.
It's a pity that, no matter what, this fish-gut-breaking golden sword is not the fairy sword he said, and naturally it is impossible to experience the elegance of the so-called fairy sword.
I saw the dagger in General Hong Feiming's hand shaking once again, and the golden light appeared. It looked extremely bright, and then he nodded with satisfaction.
"Even so, killing you is enough. Young people, please go ahead and die!"
His tone was calm, as if he was saying something logical.
Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently and shook his head, "I'm afraid it may not be possible, we still don't know who will win..."
Hong Feiming shook his head and showed a weird smile, "It's a good thing for young people to be confident, but being too confident will lead to your own death. Let me let you try my newly-trained Hundred Bones and Gold Sword Technique."
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As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light in his hand was already flying!
I saw a golden thread connecting the heaven and the earth, cutting diagonally. For a moment, it felt as if the heaven and the earth were split apart. Feng Ziyue's expression changed slightly, and without any hesitation, he took action with Zhenlong Earth Meridian!
This sword light is powerful and indestructible. Feng Ziyue has already felt the boundless power contained in it. If it weren't for this move to suppress the dragon's earth veins, it would be difficult to stop it!
Feng Ziyue's eyes were slightly closed, and the sword light was released. Suddenly, the yellow air filled his body. The world's best defensive move, Zhenlong Earth Meridian, had already been released!
Only the sound of clanking was heard, and the sword lights collided. For a moment, it was hard to tell the difference.
"good!"
Hong Feiming opened his mouth to praise, but saw that his golden sword light split into two, and then turned into ten or a hundred, just like spring rain, like silk, and like a dense golden spider web, ding-ding-dong-dong.
The ground fell on the protective light shield of Fengziyue Zhenlong Earth Vein.
The sword technique that kills hundreds of bones and melts gold!
As the bits and pieces fell, Feng Ziyue felt that the sword energy of Zhenlong's veins was slowly being worn away, and he was unable to resist it. Although it could be sustained for a while, as long as he was given time, this Hundred Bones and Gold Sword Technique could actually be used.
It can kill everything!
Even this golden thread can dissolve the sword energy around Feng Ziyue's body when it dissipates.
Although this kind of sword technique is slow, it is firm. It is the nemesis of Feng Ziyue's powerful Shouzhao Zhenlong Earth Meridian sword technique.
As long as you have patience, you are almost invincible!
Feng Ziyue frowned and pointed at the empty point of his left hand, which was the Jokhang Temple's unique skill of tuala leaf fingering. Now he was using Zhenlong Earth Meridian while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. This technique was already practiced to perfection.
Hongfei Ming was so aware that he snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves to block Feng Ziyue's attack.
"We are competing in swordsmanship, but you are using the fingering techniques of a great monk. It seems that I think highly of you!"
"How can people from a place like this understand the true meaning of swordsmanship!"
In Hong Feiming's view, the most important thing about swordsmanship is purity. He would rather not practice other martial arts and focus on swordsmanship, so that he can master this complex and complex sword technique.
Now that I saw Feng Ziyue's finger caught in his sword, it was inevitable that his swordsmanship was somewhat impure. He was dissatisfied and started to scold him.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, "To defeat the enemy and move forward bravely, it can be called a sword, so why should you stick to using your fingers or the blade? I think, City Lord, you are too rigid and cannot understand the true meaning of the sword!"
"Nonsense!"
Hong Feiming was furious, and his sword light became even brighter, as if he was going to sever Feng Ziyue's dragon-suppressing veins with one move.
The two people's concepts of swordsmanship are completely different. They are completely opposite to each other. They couldn't talk to each other in the first place. Now that they are fighting to the death, it is impossible for them to have anything good to say.
In the final analysis, the victory or defeat must be determined by swordsmanship.
However, Feng Ziyue was secretly shocked. This was the first time he encountered such exquisite swordsmanship since he entered the outer world.
In fact, to be honest, the masters of breaking the void that he met were not weak, but they always gave people the impression that they only suppressed people with their strength. Compared with the innate realm, the various exquisite martial arts seemed much rougher.
For most people, stronger strength and faster speed are indeed enough. A simple punch or palm can kill someone.
But for people like Feng Ziyue who are exploring martial arts, this kind of martial arts based on strength alone is not enough to give him more inspiration.
Until today.
This Hong Feiming's sword technique is really exquisite and mysterious. This is the first time Feng Ziyue has seen this sword technique that uses the golden thread to kill the light of the opponent's protective sword.
If he didn't have this move to suppress the dragon's earth veins, the golden net-shaped sword light could cut Feng Ziyue into pieces as long as he pounced on it.
Although he is resisting with the dragon-suppressing earth veins, he is afraid that he will not be able to sustain it for too long under the slow wear and tear of the Hundred-Bone-Pinting-Gold Sword Technique.
This sword technique is endless and cycles endlessly. It is by no means a simple technique that relies solely on strength with one punch and one kick.
Although Feng Ziyue was in critical condition, he only felt relaxed and happy, as if he were drinking and drinking. It was a rare feeling. This kind of hearty and refreshing Kung Fu competition with the top masters had not been available for a long time.
Only such a master can stimulate his understanding of martial arts and find a way to break through!
In the midst of his long laughter, he clasped his hands together and withdrew the sword technique of Zhenlong Earthline. The sword light surged, another change!
Faced with such a tyrannical swordsmanship, Feng Ziyue actually took the initiative to seek change——