Chapter 515: The frantic symphony of the heart of martial arts
Crazy sword, unbridled sword.
The clash of swords was accompanied by the groans of blood and flesh, echoing in the square like an exciting melody.
"What a terrifying sword technique. Who is the person summoned by the blood fountain? How could he have such a terrifying sword technique? How could he be swallowed by the blood fountain with such a terrifying sword technique?"
"It's not easy to challenge that man's swordsmanship. Although he was suppressed by the dead man with a sword, his swordsmanship is really rare in the world. If a marquis had fought against the dead man, he would have died by the sword long ago.
How many times have I heard of this Marquis?"
"It's so damn enjoyable. This is called fighting. This is called swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Those battles I watched before were all fucking nonsense."
"It's a pity. The man who used the sword is really a rare swordsman in the world. Such swordsmanship is enough to sweep through the Marquis level invincible. No wonder the blood fountain did not summon the Marquis level deceased who used the sword. It directly crossed the boundary and summoned the terrifying deceased who used the sword.
, just because those who died with swords were all useless trash in front of the Marquis."
"The fountain of blood is really damned. It is unreasonable for such a swordsman to die in vain in the fountain of blood."
There were more and more people watching, and people were talking about it, and they all said different things, but they were all shocked by the swordsmanship and knife skills in the field.
Bai Cangdong crossed his swords to hold the long knife that was slashing down from the East Gate Pagoda. His whole body was half-kneeling on the ground, and many cracks were made on the ground.
Dongmen Futu's eyes flashed with blood, and his figure twisted strangely. His long sword was reversed and sent out like a poisonous snake spitting a message. It broke away from Bai Candong's swords and stabbed him in the heart.
Bai Cangdong's legs exerted force. The friction with the ground produced a powerful force, and his body rotated. The long knife passed by his cheek. The two dragon blades in his hands used the powerful rotation force to slash Xiangdong fiercely.
The neck of the pagoda.
The East Gate Pagoda did not retreat but advanced. The long sword swept across with the force, trying to cut off Bai Cangdong in the middle.
when!
The beloved sword of the Glory Goddess was held upside down in Bai Cangdong's hand, just in time to block the long knife. However, the terrifying power from the long knife made him involuntarily bounce to the side, and the slashing force of the double dragon blades also disappeared.
For nothing.
The battle between the two was like flowing clouds and flowing water. Every move and every move looked extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous. Any tiny mistake could lead to death.
Bai Cangdong's eyes were full of fighting spirit. His body and sword were in harmony, and his sword and his heart were in harmony. Both swords were almost fired from the heart, without any delay. Even so, he could barely remain undefeated.
Dongmen Futu's sword skills have reached the ultimate level, and each sword seems to be integrated into his own life. The hatred in his heart, his natural madness and noble pride are vividly displayed in his sword skills.
This is a natural swordsman, a terrifying being who can use his life to perform sword skills.
"If I had been exposed to such wonderful sword skills earlier, why would my sword skills have not improved in these many years." Bai Cangdong's whole body was trembling, and his body and mind were groaning.
This is not fear, but a roar of excitement.
Boom! Boom!
The inexplicable throbbing was beating wildly. It was not Bai Candong's heartbeat, but the strong beating of the sword's heart. Only those who truly devoted themselves to martial arts could trigger the throbbing of the martial arts heart.
Bai Cangdong's figure suddenly became more flexible. He also became more able to retract and release his sword more freely. He actually stopped his decline and was able to attack and defend Dongmen Pagoda without falling behind at all.
"The throbbing of martial arts heart!"
Sensing the wild beating of the sword's heart, Dongmen Shangji and Bo Qingyin's expressions changed.
"A marquis actually caused the heart of martial arts to throb. Is this possible?"
Among the people surrounding the battle, those who were really knowledgeable opened their mouths in shock. The heartbeat of martial arts that could only be felt when ascending to the king was actually triggered by a marquis. This is really hard to accept.
But this is not the end. Along with the sound of the beating heart of the sword, another powerful rhythm also sounds, which is more wild and powerful than the beating sound of Bai Candong's sword heart.
knife!
That is the beating sound of the knife's heart.
The onlookers felt that they were going crazy. Two marquises with martial arts heart palpitations, and two marquises with martial arts heart changes appeared at the same time. This rare scene was actually staged like this.
Many dukes appeared in the square. He looked at the battle in the square with complicated expressions. The throbbing of many dukes' pursuit of martial arts that they could never obtain in their lives actually appeared in the duel between two marquises, and they appeared at the same time.
two.
"Damn it, who are those two perverts!" Some people were so excited that they couldn't control themselves, as if something was struggling in their hearts, but they couldn't get out.
"It's so scary! It's so scary!" Many marquis were so excited that they couldn't say anything. They couldn't believe their eyes. A battle at the marquis level could actually reach this level. They had never even dreamed of it before.
Dare to imagine.
"If that sword can break through the blood fountain and come out, I will definitely be the peerless king of swordsmanship in this life." A king stepped through the void and descended over the square, looking down at Bai Cangdong who was fighting madly in the middle of the field, and shouted like a nine-day god.
sound.
"Lord Demon Sword King, it's Lord Demon Sword King!" Upon hearing the sound, many onlookers in the square immediately recognized the person.
"Destroy the fountain of blood? If it were possible for another person to die, that person is His Highness Futu who has experienced all the tribulations of hell and returned to the world. That person will undoubtedly die. After all, the way of sword is not as good as the way of sword. In this world, the way of sword will surpass the contemporary generation.
." Another king came through the air and stood side by side with the Demon Sword King.
"Hmph." The Demon Sword King snorted coldly, but did not argue. Although Bai Candong was peerless, he still fell short when he encountered the even more terrifying Dongmen Pagoda.
"It's a pity, it's such a pity. If that kid could survive, he might really become a peerless sword king, who would be infinitely better than you." The Holy Sword King looked at it for a while and felt a little regretful in his heart.
The Demon Sword King just hung in the air quietly and watched, without saying anything else.
Many kings are secretly watching this battle. Whether it is the return of the Buddha to the world or the throbbing of the martial arts heart, it is too shocking and eye-catching, but the other kings are not like the Demon Sword King and the Saint.
The Sword King was so observant, after all, Bai Candong and Dongmen Futu, one used a sword and the other used a knife, it had nothing to do with them.
"Old Demon Sword, that kid can't be the disciple you secretly trained, right? Otherwise, who else in the world can teach such a swordsman." The more the Holy Sword King looked at it, the more surprised he became. Under the pressure of the East Gate Pagoda,
Bai Cangdong seems to be like a solitary cliff that reaches straight into the sky. No matter how fierce the waves are, his body is always upright, his heart is firm, and his sword does not carry a trace of regret.
"If he is my disciple, I will save him from the fountain of blood even if I hit the monument with my body and fight with my life. I really don't know who made such a peerless sword, and I don't know how much effort it took, but
I didn’t expect that because of the despicable means of the Blood Fountain, it would be destroyed today, and a lifetime of hard work would be wasted.” The Demon Sword King sneered.
The Holy Sword King glared at the Demon Sword King with disdain: "Don't say that you risk your life, even if the king comes in person, you can't even think of breaking the confinement of the blood fountain."
After a pause, the Holy Sword King continued: "That's fine. There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in man. His Highness Futu is worthy of being peerless. In the future, when all the kings come back to this world, they will surely sweep the world and inherit the throne of the king.
"
"You have such a wonderful idea. Although His Highness Futu is strong, he is still only a marquis. If he really comes back to the world when the kings are trying to seize the throne, I am afraid that the powerful and powerful who are interested in the throne of the king will join forces to kill him.
, do you think that as the Marquis of Buddha, His Highness, there will be a way to survive?" the Demon Sword King said contemptuously.
The Holy Sword King was silent for a moment. Although the East Gate Pagoda is the lord of swords that is hard to find throughout the ages, he was suppressed in the fountain of blood. If the king does not hold it and the city is not sealed, it is impossible for him to truly come back.
It is impossible to be promoted to Duke during this lifetime.
Both of them stopped talking, staring at the two peerless heroes in the duel with complicated emotions.
Bai Cangdong has never experienced a tough battle of this level before. His swordsmanship is not as good as his opponent's, his divine light is not as good as his opponent's, and even the throbbing of his martial arts heart is not as strong as his opponent's.
Completely suppressed, Bai Cangdong felt like he was trapped in quicksand. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out, and he was just sinking towards death little by little.
"In battle, the winner is king. If your skills can defeat the opponent, then use skills to defeat them. If your power is stronger than the opponent, then use force to defeat them. If you are weaker than the opponent in everything,
, why should you win?" Bai Cangdong remembered the question that the Jue Dao Saint asked him before he shattered the void.
Bai Cangdong did not answer at that time because he had no answer. The only answer that was not an answer was to turn around and run away. However, Bai Cangdong knew that was not the question that the Juedao Sage wanted him to think about, so Bai Cangdong did not answer that question.
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For so long, Bai Cangdong has not thought about this problem, and he still has no answer until now, but now he has to face such a bad situation.
"My skills are not as good as my opponent's, my strength is not as good as my opponent's, how can I win?" Bai Cangdong kept repeating this sentence in his mind.
Bai Candong still has no answer, and the price he pays is the blood that keeps splashing all over his body. The knife marks bloom on his body like the bloody mouth of a ghost. Bai Candong can only resist more and more.
weak.
However, the enthusiasm in Bai Cangdong's eyes did not weaken at all, but became more and more intense.
"Why should I win?" Bai Cangdong's heart was so fierce that he couldn't help shouting loudly, and the sound echoed in the square for a long time.
"With inferior strength and inferior skills, how can we win?" Hearing Bai Candong's roar, the Demon Sword King couldn't help but sigh.
"I can only blame heaven and earth, blame myself for being born at the wrong time, for being born in an era that does not belong to me." The Holy Sword King shook his head gently. (To be continued.)