Chapter 530: Beyond the Centennial History of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty (for poonlo, 12/30)
How high Meng Han's martial arts is is obvious to many people. Under the Earth Spirit List, there is not a single contender among the people present. It is the existence of the other party that accelerates the tilt of the victory balance to the side of the Holy Sea Gang.
On the other hand, Zhuo Mufeng, this young man who made his debut in the martial arts world less than three years ago and joined the Sanjiang League less than two years ago, is a peerless genius. He became famous in the first battle at Nuanyang Lake, was truly revered at Shengwu Mountain, and won the reputation of the Mad Dragon.
But the time spent practicing martial arts is his biggest disadvantage.
Compared with Meng Han, he is six years younger. No matter how talented he is, it is difficult to make up for this gap. Don't forget that Meng Han himself is also a genius that has been seen for decades, and he is one of the young masters of Dong Zhou.
When Zhuo Mufeng rushed towards Meng Han, as if there was a reaction, many people nearby looked over and held their breath.
It symbolizes the showdown between the younger generation of the Sanjiang League and the Holy Sea Gang, which will also affect today's final battle to some extent!
Meng Jiuxiao's figure was spinning, and he was frantically attacking the three people around him with his golden-topped Zaoyang spear. He forced them back again and again, and was injured by the three people again and again. Like a bird in a cage, he kept trying to break through, in exchange for
Even though the whole body is injured, there is no fear.
Zhan Bai's sword is getting faster and colder, causing the three people who besieged him to dare not apply pressure. The result of this is that the power of his sword is changing rapidly, as if the night before the meteor appears, calm and dead.
, but it makes people feel panicked.
Wu Kang screamed, and at the cost of having his left hand broken, he finally broke out of the siege and protected Luo Ji who fell to the ground against the wall.
His two opponents attacked Rusji again and again to contain him, causing him to lose sight of the other and had to block the attacks with his body. Soon he was coughing up blood and his front was stained red.
"Old Wu, if you are a man, leave me alone as a mortal person and save your life to avenge me." Luo Ji shouted weakly and painfully.
Wu Kang laughed loudly: "When I feel there is no hope, I will naturally abandon you. I will not be so stupid as to risk my life for you!"
"Is there still hope now?" Luo Ji shook his head in his heart.
All this happened at the same time. When the fighting between the two sides reached its most brutal state, Zhuo Mufeng and Meng Han rushed towards each other. Two completely different but extremely powerful momentums collided first before the two officially fought, and issued a
A dull sound.
Zhuo Mufeng was dressed in white clothes, dusty and dusty, with a sparse beard on his face, but he was still handsome. The amber divine sword dragged on the ground, splashing sparks as he moved forward.
Meng Han holds the sword with both hands, with the sword tilted to the right. His speed is obviously faster than Zhuo Mufeng. If he gets closer, he can still find that when the sword blade cuts into the void, there are wisps of transparent ripples spreading secretly, which are fleeting.
.
"Those who overestimate their own capabilities." When the two sides were three feet away from each other, Meng Han shouted coldly in his heart, and swung the sword leaning on his right side fiercely forward.
In an instant, those invisible but dense transparent ripples suddenly surged up together, turning into blue and black waves, rolling up a furious wave, covering Zhuo Mufeng. The air wave was severely pushed away.
Turn it on, making a series of loud noises.
"The Divine Power of Raging Waves!"
Many people who watched this scene exclaimed in surprise because they had never seen Meng Han explode with such a powerful momentum before. This was his true strength.
Sui Zhongyu's face turned pale, and his heart was full of bitterness. He was deeply worried about the figure ahead of him. Regardless of the little skill he had left, he condensed a red arrow shadow in front of him, hoping to help Zhuo Mufeng.
Unexpectedly, he was discovered by a nearby master of Miaohua Pavilion, and he quickly struck with an axe, causing Sui Zhongyu to change his position. With a clang, the ax was missed by the shadow of a red arrow.
Sui Zhongyu staggered back, leaving a bloody gash on his arm.
pound!
It was also at this moment that the waves of sword pressure covered Zhuo Mufeng.
Meng Han's eyes burst out with the coldness deep in his bones. The man and the sword merged into one, shaped like a swimming fish, and stabbed Zhuo Mufeng along the path of the waves. His already extremely fast speed, in the opposite direction of the pressure of the sword,
Push it and move it faster, leaving only a faint mark wherever it passes.
This is a sword that leaves no way out, and it is the pinnacle sword that Meng Han has exhausted all his strength in living up to this moment!
Many experts from the Holy Sea Gang, Sifang Alliance and Miaohua Pavilion showed shock and excitement. Instead of paying attention to that side, they put away their minds and attacked their opponents with all their strength.
Under their attack, the masters of the Sanjiang Alliance had to concentrate on dealing with it, but their hearts were cast with a heavy shadow, and they did not dare to imagine what would happen next.
at this time
A clear sword cry echoed in all directions amid the rolling sword pressure.
Zhuo Mufeng not only wants to win, but also wants to win heartily. Only in this way can he inspire his own people and turn the tide. Besides, ordinary means cannot help Meng Han and will only be a waste of effort.
The sword power that he had suppressed to the extreme suddenly exploded as Zhuo Mufeng raised his sword.
The air around him trembled violently, and colorful sword threads appeared out of nowhere, shuttled between each other, crossed each other, and rotated rapidly, forming a circle of seven-color light that was extremely tight, and even a fine needle could not penetrate it.
The surrounding sword pressure collided fiercely, but it was like ice meeting fire, or like paper hitting a blade. It was suddenly cut into pieces by countless colored sword wires, turning into drops of blue liquid and splashing in all directions. You can let your angry wave have endless stamina.
, it is still difficult to advance even half a minute.
In the eyes of everyone around, it is like a huge colorful diamond, standing still in the waves and shining brightly in the channel.
This seven-color light was so bright that it made people's hearts tremble. It even illuminated the eyes and skin of many people nearby, causing them to tingle and avoid them in fear.
Meng Jiuxiao took this colorful color into her eyes, her body froze and her expression froze.
This should have been the best opportunity to kill him, but the three masters who besieged him also had their pupils constricted at this moment. They were even so shocked that they couldn't help but look in the direction of the light, as if they were seeing a fantasy in the Arabian Nights.
Zhan Bai's heart kept sinking, feeling empty and deserted. He was trying to catch a flash of inspiration, and suddenly saw a seven-color light passing by in the long night, tearing open the boundless darkness.
His eyes burst into indescribable light. The sword light, which was extremely cold and extremely fast, suddenly broke away from its restraints and pierced forward at an extremely fast speed, dimming the surrounding light.
He stood outside the three people, standing with their backs facing each other. The three people who besieged him froze their movements. Immediately, a stream of blood mist was sprayed from their necks, and they fell to the sky.
The grace of this sword is like a real shooting star in the dark night, but only the dead are lucky enough to experience it!
"This is……"
Within the passage, everyone saw the flamboyant and domineering seven-color light.
Regardless of whether they are ordinary masters, super first-class masters, or even high-ranking masters, regardless of the enemy or ourselves, everyone is moved by it at this moment, and a wave of panic surges in their hearts.
It is said that the Sanjiang League has a five-star top-level swordsmanship called Jiuhong Sword Technique. It has five colors, can penetrate armor and break rocks, and is extremely powerful.
It has become seven colors. At this stage, if it is mastered by a great master, it will be able to control all directions within this territory. Although it cannot sweep away the invincible of its peers, it can be said to be a rare opponent.
In the decades of history of the Sanjiang League, no swordsman has ever reached this level.
Yuanyuan, the sole witch of Wu Guanting, has excellent talents and astonishing understanding. It is said that she has already reached a small level of success at the age of seventeen, but it is not easy to achieve a big level of success?
Nearly half of the top power masters have only practiced a five-star martial arts until they are close to a master. To reach a master, you need not only talent, but also years of polishing and understanding.
In the past hundred years, no one in the Jianghu of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty could cultivate a five-star martial arts to the level of Dacheng before the age of thirty. Such brilliant achievements can only be found in the annals of Jianghu.
However, today, at this moment, under everyone's eyes, someone displayed the seven-color sword energy. That person debuted less than three years ago and is less than twenty years old this year.
The turbulent sea waves were cut open by the high-speed rotation of the seven-color light mask, and the figure in the center seemed to be dyed in seven colors.
Zhuo Mufeng endured the trembling of his hands, gritted his teeth and held the sword even though the tiger's mouth was shattered, and forcibly pushed the more powerful sword force due to his improvement in cultivation to the limit that he could control.
When that moment came, Zhuo Mufeng looked up to the sky and shouted loudly. His mind, body, and sword merged into one, and with all his strength, he slashed down at the waves in front of him.
The seven-color light mask suddenly turned into a seven-color sword light about ten feet long, shaped like a vertical rainbow. The thick and majestic raging sword pressure looked like cloth being torn under the cutting of the seven-color sword light, and spread out to both sides.
Meng Han, who was hidden in the waves and was about to strike with a killing sword, saw his normally calm expression change wildly for the first time, full of disbelief and shock. He hurriedly changed his moves midway, intending to dodge, but found that the seven-color sword light was too fast, so he had to use up all his strength.
The horizontal sword was blocked in front of him.
boom!!
The pressure of the sword formed by the internal force flew in all directions, like a huge boulder smashing into a pool. Meng Han was worthy of being Meng Han. He remained calm in the face of danger. With a loud roar, he activated the Furious Wave Magic Skill, and the waves that were cut rolled back and condensed in the water.
In front of him.
However, the lethality of the seven-color sword light was too strong. Before most of the waves could surge back, it had penetrated all layers of defense. Although it was continuously consumed, there was still a small part of the force that struck Meng Han's sword hard.
"puff!"
Meng Han's standing body was like an arrow from the string, and he was knocked back more than six feet. He was still in the air, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
When he staggered to his feet, his face turned pale and his breath was confused.
One move, victory or defeat.
Frankly speaking, Meng Han is better than Zhuo Mufeng in terms of internal strength and cultivation. Unfortunately, he has only practiced the five-star level of the Raging Waves Divine Skill, and it is far from reaching the level of Dacheng. His swordsmanship is still at the four-star level.
Even because he put too much energy into the Raging Waves Divine Art, his four-star swordsmanship is only at the level of Dacheng.
However, Zhuo Mufeng has practiced the Nine Rainbow Sword Art to the level of Dacheng.
This gap is enough to outweigh his disadvantages in internal strength and cultivation. After all, if you really want to calculate it, his internal strength and cultivation are only one step behind Meng Han.