The third thousand one hundred and seventy-six chapters destroy the country with one sword
"How is that possible? Didn't he just practice swordsmanship for a year?" The old man looked at the leader of the Tianzong sitting in the upper position in shock.
The head of the Tianzong looked at the purple clouds on the light curtain in front of the god and sighed softly for a long time: "Donglai is indeed a Taoist wizard who has emerged from the ages."
The old man looked strange, but he didn't know what to say.
Although Yiyuan Sword Intention is not pure sword intention, it is a top genetic technique in Wuwei Dao Palace, created by Wuwei Dao Ancestor.
All things in heaven and earth originate from one. Two are born, two beget three, and three beget all things. One yuan begins again and again and is endless.
It can be said that the entire inheritance of the Wuwei Taoist Palace started from one yuan. Any genetic species with any attribute can practice the one yuan of meaning. If you master the sword intent, you will be the one yuan of sword intent. If you master the sword intent, you will be the one yuan of sword intent.
Any disciple of the Wuwei Dao Palace can learn the meaning of Yiyuan, but those who can truly practice the meaning are very few in the Wuwei Dao Palace.
Even the leader of the Tianzong realized the meaning of one yuan and entered the gate of the Great Dao after thirty years of hard training.
Zhuo Donglai only practiced swordsmanship for one year, but he actually developed the One Yuan Sword Intent. This kind of talent is so shocking that it is simply unbelievable.
Han Sen's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the purple cloud on Zhuo Donglai's fingertips.
There are very few masters who cultivate their own artistic conception in the imperial universe. The sword intention of Zhuo Donglai's sword was far superior to that of Yan Beifei, which made Han Sen feel a little itchy.
Han Sen also raised his finger as a sword, facing Zhuo Donglai's fingertips from a distance.
The sword has not moved, but the sword intention has already broken through Jiuxiaotian.
In an instant, all the spectators felt two incomparable sword intentions rising into the night. Although they did not see the light and shadow of the sword, they only felt a cold air, as if a terrifying sword blade had pierced their bodies, and they could not help but retreat.
It took several steps.
After reacting, I remembered that the sword intent was only within the starry sky battlefield, and there was no way it could hurt them.
"What a powerful sword intent!" Yan Beifei said with a change of color.
Even he was shocked by it, let alone others. The ordinary dignitaries of the empire were already dumbfounded.
Han Sen and Zhuo Donglai moved at the same time, walking at will. In an instant, they arrived at a place. They saw their arms waving and their sword energy criss-crossing. Although they did not have the power to destroy the world and did not even hurt anything, they were
It gives people the feeling of thousands of troops fighting fiercely. Just watching them fight makes people's blood boil. I wish I could rush up and kill them, spreading my blood on the yellow sand.
"Today we know what the true way of swordsmanship is." A noble swordsman learned in admiration.
Human beings in the Imperial Universe pursue power too much and lack the understanding of power. Now Han Sen and Zhuo Donglai's unique battle has opened their eyes.
Every move of the two men seemed to be very ordinary, without the power to destroy mountains and rivers, nor the dazzling brilliance, but they were piercing the heart with swords, and even as onlookers, they were terrified.
"I have learned swordsmanship for fifty years, and only after watching this battle do I know what a sword is." Inside the Dongling Sword Palace, an old man with white beard sighed.
Han Sen was also excited about the battle. He had been in the Empire Universe for so long, and he only saw a real master today.
No matter how strong the power is, it is only external force after all. Only one's own understanding and will are the foundation of a person's strength. The strong people recognized by Han Sen are like Zhuo Donglai, who have their own strong will and belief, not just strong ones.
strength.
Han Sen used the swordsmanship he had learned before to fight Zhuo Donglai.
As expected, Zhuo Donglai only knew that one move, Purple Qi Donglai. He used it over and over again, but it produced endless changes and magical effects.
One Yuan gives birth to two Yi, two Yi gives birth to Four Symbols, and Four Symbols give birth to Bagua. To be able to practice one sword technique to this extent, Zhuo Donglai has obviously understood the Dao and is a swordsman who can rival Lone Bamboo.
It's just that unlike Lone Bamboo, Zhuo Donglai's swordsmanship is upright and upright, giving people a sense of righteousness. His people and his sword will give people hope instead of destruction.
Suddenly, Han Sen stepped back and escaped from the battle circle.
"Why did you ask for death?" Han Sen frowned and looked at Zhuo Donglai and asked.
Zhuo Donglai's sword skills advanced layer by layer, pushing the battle to a climax. However, at the climax, there was no trace of victory. Han Sen could feel that he was walking towards his own death.
Zhuo Donglai smiled heartily: "I owe someone else my life, and now they want to take it back, so I have to pay it back. Being able to die under the swordsmanship of someone like you is not a wasted life."
"Can you only pay with your own life for the debt you owe?" Han Sen asked with a frown.
"Yes, without him there would be no Zhuo Donglai today." Zhuo Donglai nodded.
"Okay, then let go of your power and fight me. I just want to kill the strongest swordsman, not a man who wants to die." Han Sen said, and the blood dragon divine veins in his body completely burst out, blood red.
The dragon energy almost condensed into substance, coiling around Han Sen like a blood dragon.
"Okay." Zhuo Donglai stared at Han Sen for a moment, then nodded in response.
The purple energy bloomed on Zhuo Donglai like the first rosy clouds, turning into purple rosy clothes and covering Zhuo Donglai's body, emitting thousands of purple lights, making him look like the Ziyang God Emperor coming to the world.
The originally loose black hair now turned purple, like the rays of the sun, giving people warmth.
Those eyes are like the blazing sun across the sky, looking down at all things and the earth.
The terrifying aura enveloped the entire starry sky in an instant, as if the entire starry sky battlefield had turned into a pure land under the glow.
"Zhuo Donglai used the Zixia Immortal Clothes after all." Yan Beifei sighed.
As soon as Zixia Immortal Clothes moves, no matter whether Zhuo Donglai dies or not, his divine bloodline will probably be deprived of him. No god can tolerate his followers using the power of other gods to win in the battle before the gods. Doesn't that mean he is inferior to others?
God?
"Such a powerful force is worthy of your swordsmanship." Han Sen nodded slightly and said.
"Then come on, let me die in the most glorious way." Zhuo Dong said, and his fingers turned into swords again, but this time there was no longer a point of purple light condensing on the fingertips, but the whole world seemed to have rays of purple light heading towards it.
His fingertips condensed, and the fairy robe was filled with fairy light, as if thousands of rays of light were surging.
Zhuo Donglai thrust out his sword, and countless rays of light followed him, roaring endlessly towards Han Sen. For a moment, only the purple sword light was left in the sky, earth, and stars, and it was like a natural disaster, flooding the entire starry sky.
The power of a sword can destroy gods and Buddhas, and even the gods in the heavens will change their expressions.
With the blessing of Zixia Immortal Light, the gene technology of Zixia Immortal Clothes, a destructive level god gene species, every ray of light is equivalent to Zhuo Donglai's full sword, which is unimaginably terrifying.
"Back then, Taoist Wuwei destroyed the country with one sword. Today, Zhuo Donglai is no less impressive. It's just a pity that he was born in the wrong place and worshiped the wrong person." Yan Dan sighed softly.