Chapter 954: Young Master Sword, Half-step Martial Arts
Chapter 954: Young Master Sword, Half-Step Martial Arts (Second Update)
Chapter 954: Young Master Sword, Half-Step Martial Arts (Second Update)
The night is like water, and the scarlet moonlight flows out.
The night wind blew up, stirring up the scarlet sand and dust on the ground, and a chilling air filled the air.
At night, hell is always a stage for killing, with countless sounds of fighting and slaughter floating in the wind.
Until the gray sky gradually brightened, hell regained its previous peace, and the dawn shredded the thin clouds and fell on the scarlet earth.
A noble prince came with a sword, luxurious robes, luxurious swords, and the hilt was engraved with the words "Jun Fei Fei Wu": The King is here!
An inexplicable tyranny permeates the handwriting. The slender figure is holding a long sword, especially the handsome face with clear lines. Anyone who sees it will sigh: "What a handsome and elegant young master!"
Behind this noble prince were dozens of guards. Although the armors on these guards were torn, they were all stained with blood. It was obvious that these armors were often soaked with blood.
With huge swords on their backs, these guards were filled with a terrifying murderous aura.
Outside the Blood Prison, some casual cultivators were sitting on the rocks practicing. Suddenly, a cold feeling appeared in vain.
The cultivating warriors opened their eyes one after another and looked into the distance in horror. A figure came out with a sword, followed closely by dozens of guards. The aura of these guards made them feel palpitating.
"What a handsome and elegant young master!" These warriors were secretly shocked and looked at the noble young master with rather surprised expressions.
The noble prince came with a sword in hand, raised his head, and his eyes did not fall on these people, but on the illusory mountain shadow in the distance, Blood Evil Peak.
Swords are arrogant, and people are also arrogant. Your master's footsteps never stopped, and his eyes never stopped on these people. In your eyes, these people are just ants.
He passed by with his sword in his hand, and it wasn't until the noble master's figure disappeared from everyone's sight that everyone whispered: "Who is this person?"
"Damn, why do I feel inferior when I see that person!" Whispers resounded, and at this moment, everyone realized, was this person coming to challenge the Blood Hell Emperor?
The periphery of the Blood Prison, which had been silent for a long time, was boiling again. Even the Lingwu Realm warriors stood up and looked at the top of the Blood Evil Peak. "Is there someone who finally wants to challenge the Blood Prison Emperor?"
At the top of the Blood Fiend Peak, a noble prince came out with a sword, followed by dozens of guards behind him.
Holding the sword, the noble prince raised his head, looked at the white-clothed figure Shengxue, and said lightly: "Young Master Su!"
Some people's nobility can be reflected in their actions, and this is the case for this noble man. His arrogance has been integrated into his bones. This arrogance is enough to make other people feel inferior.
The nobility is overwhelming and the pride is shocking! Lin Dao and others opened their eyes and looked at the indifferent eyes like water. Lin Dao felt an overwhelming nobility from them.
"Master Su?" Lin Dao felt an inexplicable pressure on this slender figure, which spread deep in his soul.
The waving of the feather fan suddenly stopped, and Lin Dao stood up suddenly, with disbelief in his calm eyes: "It's him!"
Lu Qing also stood up. Just one glance made him feel uncomfortable. He couldn't stand the arrogance that was embedded in the bones of this noble young master. "Who is this person?"
Waving the feather fan, Lin Dao and Lu Qing have been close friends for many years. Naturally, he could notice the strangeness in Lu Qing's words. He shook his head and chuckled: "Compared to him, you and I are indeed inferior!"
"Not as good as that?" Lu Qing frowned slightly, and the other three Lingwu Realm warriors also paid attention. After several days of getting along, everyone could feel Lin Dao's arrogance, but now an arrogant person actually admitted it in public
Not as good as human beings.
The reactions of the four people naturally fell into Lin Dao's eyes. The feather fan tilted slightly. Lin Dao pointed at the guards and said calmly: "Did you forget the Young Master Sword of the Eight Cold Hells?"
The name Young Master Su may be a bit unfamiliar, but the name Young Master Jian made the faces of Lu Qing and others change. "He is Young Master, the Young Master of the Eight Cold Hells!"
"Young Master Su, the young master of Bahan Hell City, only this person can be worthy of this name!" Lin Dao whispered, but when he looked at Young Master Su, there was a meaningful charm in his eyes: "Eighth
Lord Han has two sons, the eldest son Gongzi Yu and the second son Gongzi Su. I heard that a few months ago, Lord Bahan had decided to pass on the next Lord of Bahan to the eldest son of Bahan City. But now, this young master Su has actually appeared.
In a lonely hell?”
"This is interesting. The giant swords on those guards are all covered with sword marks. Coupled with the blood armor, it seems that these people have experienced a bloody battle!" Lu Qing whispered as he put the giant sword on his shoulders.
road.
"Since ancient times, the position of city lord has caused brothers to kill each other. Could it be that this young master Su was forced out of the Eight Cold Hells!" Lin Dao waved his feather fan and felt a shocking murderous intention on the dozens of guards, especially when he mentioned the Eight Cold Hells.
At this time, the murderous intent on these people became even colder. The cold wind blew, and the luxurious robes rustled. Young Master Su held the sword and looked at Ye Chen on the stone sword with an indifferent expression.
The wind blew up, and the withered petals on the ground flew up one after another. The petals fell on Ye Chen's face. Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked calmly at the figure below.
"Compared to Han Xin, this person is stronger!" With just one glance, Ye Chen felt a sense of oppression from Young Master Su. If Han Xin was at the pinnacle of spiritual martial arts, then this person would have only half-stepped into the martial arts realm, even here.
In the figure, Ye Chen felt a terrifying will.
Although this will has not yet been truly formed, it still exists. Standing with a sword in hand, the area within tens of feet around is dominated by Young Master Su, who dominates everything.
Oppression spread out. Faced with this oppression, Lin Dao and the other five had to mobilize their true energy to resist, "He actually reached half-step martial arts, half-step martial arts oppression?"
Facing this pressure, Ye Chen's eyes were still as calm as dead water. In that indifferent eyes, Ye Chen noticed the shocking arrogance.
This person was different from Lin Dao, Lu Qing, Han Xin and others. With just this look, Ye Chen knew that this person did not come because of his reputation as the first person in martial arts. In this figure, Ye Chen saw
He has reached the shadow of what he thought he was, just like when he challenged the spiritual martial arts warriors of various second-rate sects, just to become stronger, simply to become stronger.
"They call me Emperor!" Ye Chen said calmly, raising his right hand to hold the falling petals, "You want to challenge me?"
"Yes!" Young Master Su Dandan raised his long sword, and its flying petals fell on him one after another, and a cold light spread over the sword.
"A challenge has its own rules!" A little purple thunder spread out from Ye Chen's fingertips, beating and surrounding the petals. A petal condensed by thunder bloomed in the palm of Ye Chen's hand.
Thunder is violent and has the power to destroy everything in the world. However, the violent thunder is gentle on Ye Chen's fingertips.
With his eyes slightly focused, Young Master Su's gaze stopped on the swimming thunder, "What a terrifying power of control!"
"Rule! If I fail, I will be a sword slave in this life!" Young Master Su said calmly. A proud young master became a sword slave, which was enough to trample on Young Master Gui's proud dignity. However, these words did not matter to Young Master Su.
Still so calm and calm.
No one could see Young Master Su's expression, his eyes were still as indifferent as water.
Even Lin Dao was surprised, "Master Bahan is a sword slave!" Everyone knows that the master's status in Bahan Hell is nobler than that of the first-class sect masters.
Young Master not only represents the noble status, but also symbolizes the supreme status of Bahan City in the Eight Cold Hells. Even the first-class sect leaders will call Young Master Su when they see Young Master Su!
"Then draw your sword!" Ye Chen said calmly. The thunder in his palm dissipated, the Qilin Sword emerged, and a crisp sword chant echoed in vain around him.
"The name of the sword is Young Master, Young Master's Sword!" Looking down slightly, Young Master Su's eyes fell on the long sword in his hand, and its crisp sword chants also resounded through the air. Two shocking sword chants resounded in just a moment.
Space ripples arose in the void with a radius of hundreds of feet.
A terrifying coercion spread out all around, and Lin Dao and others, the guards, and the warriors who were watching all took a few steps back.
"Half step of oppression!" Lin Dao whispered. Before the sword was released, it had already affected the aura within a few hundred feet in radius. Whether facing Ye Chen's sword or Young Master's sword, Lin Dao knew that he had no chance of winning.
This is the difference.
The ring finger and thumb were clasped together, holding the hilt of the sword. Young Master Su held the sword and made a sword salute to Ye Chen.
Sword ceremony is not common in hell, but it is extremely common in the Martial God Continent. As a noble son, Master Su's behavior reflects his cultivation.
The sword energy was overwhelming. Young Master Su took a step forward, and the withered petals below him immediately started to fly. There was no sword skill, no rules, magical power. In Young Master Su's hands, his sword was extremely simple, but it was a light and fluttering sword.
Then all Ye Chen's retreat routes were locked. He took a hundred steps with one step, the sword rose, and the sword shadow rolled over the sky and the earth. In each sword shadow, the will of the young master Su was integrated into it. Half a step of martial arts, not yet completed.
, the will that exists in form.
"A very fast sword!" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the flashing sword shadow. Each sword was very fast and had broken through the space. Ye Chen knew that no matter whether he drew the sword or stepped back, the young master would
Su's sword would fall on him. What made Ye Chen feel oppressed was the unformed martial arts will, half-step martial arts, it was not just rhetoric, it was a very interesting sword, the Young Master Sword!
A smile filled the corners of Ye Chen's mouth. Ye Chen also did not use the rules, sword skills, or magical powers. He raised his sword and integrated the will of the fourth generation of Moon Gods, and stabbed out with a light sword.
However, this light and fluttering sword caused the sword shadows all around to stagnate, but this incomparably ordinary sword broke the sword shadows all around.
Wherever the young master Su Jian fell was within Ye Chen's calculations. With one hand on his back, Ye Chen walked out of the world of sword shadows as if he were leisurely strolling through the world of sword shadows, his face as calm as ever.
Young Master Su's expression was still as indifferent as before. He also put one hand behind his back, closed his eyes, and drew out his sword, as softly as a flower blooming. Two extremely bright sword lights met in mid-air. With each sword strike, he was struck by Ye Chen.
Suppress it firmly.
Looking at this scene in the void, Lin Dao and others fell silent. They never thought that the extremely simple sword style could destroy the world. Each move of the sword showed different mysteries. No one had ever thought of it.
The basic sword style has been mastered to this point.
"The sword of the young master, the way of the young master!" The slender fingers held the slender sword. Young Master Su's figure was slightly tilted, and the thousands of sword shadows around him dissipated and turned into a light sword, but this sword contained his
Only then did the rudimentary martial arts will gradually take shape.
This is the Prince's Sword, tearing the sky apart! But before facing the will of the Moon God, this Prince's Sword can only be suppressed.
Ding! An explosion sounded like metal clashing. In the void, two slender fingers emerged and clamped the tip of the sword that was filled with cold light...