With his mental strength, he had already noticed that the other party was setting up an ambush, but he just pretended not to know, and induced the person to completely release his sword style.
The blade of the blade almost cut through Jikaruma's hair, but the blow missed.
Jikarizhen immediately bent his waist, like a rebounding bowstring, and his retreating figure suddenly rushed forward, his long sword extended flatly, and the tip of the sword forward, just when the opponent's sword was exhausted and his body rushed forward.
Advancing, retreating and advancing again in this way is equivalent to this person taking the initiative to put his neck on the edge of his sword.
This is the style of swordsmanship that Zikari is best at. It focuses on extreme changes and pursues the ingenuity and subtlety of swordsmanship. Even if the opponent's cultivation level is not as good as his own, he rarely confronts him head-on and never uses too much force.
This is also due to his character.
However, his figure that should have been able to move forward and retreat freely suddenly stagnated, as if he suddenly fell into a quagmire from the air. The vitality of the world around him became extremely sticky and blocked layer by layer, as if countless hands were dragging him from behind, causing him to move forward.
His rushing movements deformed, his speed slowed down, and the tip of the sword he extended missed by an inch, stopping in front of the opponent's neck, unable to reach him.
Zhikarizhen's heart sank. The inevitable blow actually went wrong, and was inexplicably interfered with by the vitality of heaven and earth. However, under his mental observation, no outsiders took action around him.
The opponent stared at the sword light in front of his neck and broke into a cold sweat, but he reacted very quickly. The blade turned in the next moment, carrying the surging heaven and earth energy and whirling towards him. The blade moved from bottom to top, and hit Shikari Makoto's chin.
The entire long alley seemed to turn into a giant long knife again. The sharp force of the knife instantly clung to the blade, one person and one street merged into one. The cold light of the knife instantly increased tenfold, making the surroundings white and dazzling.
The sword was pulled down, pressed against the blade, and his wrist was turned. The blade of the sword wrapped around the blade, and began a series of trembling and exerting force. He was about to cut and hit, and launched a counterattack.
But the thick vitality of heaven and earth dragged him back again, like invisible ropes wrapped around the sword. Not to mention the delicate skills of trembling, even the simplest block was crooked, slow and clumsy.
With a sound of "Dang-", the blade shook open the long sword, and a dazzling cold light burst out, reflecting the opponent's spotted face that was a mixture of human and demon.
Zhikari had no choice but to retreat half a step to remove the shock force of the sword fight. The opponent took advantage of the situation and rushed in, slashing dozens of times with lightning speed. His sword skills were fierce and deadly, and the vitality of the world was like a violent wave.
The waves were so heavy that Zhi Shou was overwhelmed and retreated step by step.
The dark long street was illuminated by the snow-like sword light, and countless sword energy burst out from the cracks in the walls, bricks, and ground, sweeping toward Zhikarizhen like a violent wave.
If outside the secret realm, only masters who can refine the spirit and return to the void can control the vitality of heaven and earth in this way. It is the standard for a Taoist monk to unite heaven and man and make the surrounding environment energetic. But here, a person who refines and transforms qi
An ordinary monster can do it easily.
Zhikarizhen became more and more suspicious that the secret realm here was strongly rejecting him. He didn't know whether it was because his real name had never been on the lantern, or whether it was the same for students who entered the secret realm?
He tried his best to swing his sword and barely blocked the opponent's heavy attacks. This man's cultivation level was a big step below his own. Although his sword skills were ruthless, there were many flaws. He could kill him with just one sword. However, the vitality of heaven and earth was at work here, and he was hard.
Shengsheng pulled a sideways stance. Under this situation, his exquisite sword skills were unable to be used, and his strength was not dominant, so he had to be temporarily at a disadvantage.
The pursuit calls in the distance kept approaching, and Zhiqiu really had no time to contend. With a thought, an invisible sword energy shot out of the sea of consciousness, and penetrated the opponent's eyebrows with lightning speed.
With a "bang" sound, the steel knife fell to the ground, and a bloody hole was opened between the opponent's eyebrows. His figure was shaken, but he was still alive.
Zhi Shou's real invisible sword energy is still in the exploratory stage, and its lethality is slightly insufficient. The next moment, he activated the invisible sword energy again, but this time, an inexplicable coercion of heaven and earth emerged out of thin air, huge and boundless,
Don't know where it started.
Is this considered to be—— Tianwei? Zhi Shouzhen was shocked, and the invisible sword energy suddenly seemed to fall into a quagmire. Its speed and strength were weakened, and only a trace of blood was cut on the opponent's forehead.
This side of the world is obviously targeting him! Could it be that it has developed a trace of spiritual intelligence like a living thing? Zhikari Zhen only finds it incredible. The movements of the physical body are rejected by the world, and even the invisible sword energy of the spiritual type is not immune. As long as he has been out
With this move, Fang Tiandi seems to be able to suppress it accordingly.
Now his only means are the Forbidden Tomb Sacrifice Technique and the Three Killing Machine Sword Qi. The latter is a killing weapon that transcends the eight wilderness worlds. It must be kept as a trump card to avoid being noticed by this world with suspected intelligence and targeted in advance.
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With a "puff" sound, Zhikarima's long sword was sent out, piercing the center of his eyebrows, and the opponent fell to the ground. Zhikarima ran out of the alley and saw the crisscrossing alleys around him with shining lights and numerous silhouettes of people. He didn't know how many people there were.
We are closing in on this place.
"This is called 'Heaven will kill me!'" the monkey spirit suddenly said in the sea of consciousness, laughing like a mischief.
With a quick glance, Zhikarizhen jumped over the alley wall next door and landed in a house. The yard was small, with a tightly bolted wooden door. There were some firewood, stone mills and other sundries piled beside it, and there was a well in the corner.
"That well!" Mengmengda's eyes lit up and she screamed.
Zikari Zhen also noticed something strange. The well was made of simple blue bricks and was in a hexagonal shape. It was almost exactly the same as the ancient well at the entrance to the secret realm.
Zhikarizhen's eyes turned to the house, which was completely dark and quiet. As soon as he stretched out his mental power and tried to explore, he immediately fell into a turbulent sea of anger. His mental power fluctuated with it, and he could not reach it at all.
Target.
Zhikarizhen's heart sank. This world was trying to kill him. His mental strength that was close to Hedao was also suppressed, and he could no longer see as clearly as he had in the past.
"I don't think we can escape." The monkey spirit's ears perked up, listening to the rapid footsteps approaching through the partition wall. "Sooner or later, God's will here will guide them here."
What on earth did I do wrong... Zhikari Zhen was speechless for a moment while holding his sword.
Diagonally behind him, a bit of misty red light suddenly came through, reflecting the hem of Jikarima's robe. He turned around suddenly, and there was a scarlet shimmer floating on the wellhead in the corner, flickering vaguely.
Deep in the well, intermittent whispers could be heard faintly.
Zhikarizhen's heart trembled, he held his long sword across his chest, slowly walked to the well railing, lowered his head and looked down.
The well is about three feet deep, and the color of the water alternates between dark and bright. In the depths of the water, there is also a Zhikarizhen standing, in the same dress, with the same long sword across his chest, looking up.
The only difference was that Zhikari was holding a palace lantern in the depths of the well, and the scarlet flames were flickering. On the translucent skin of the lantern, there seemed to be vague writing that was constantly changing.
