With that sword strike just now, Zhong Wen had already put all his knowledge into it and held nothing back.
And the power of this trick to bring about all things is far greater than any spiritual skill he had previously learned or created.
Whether it's wild ball boxing or life and death.
Be it the Infinite Emperor Sword or the Galaxy Star Explosion.
In front of this Twelfth Form of Heaven, everyone is a younger brother!
When the sword was struck, Zhong Wen had already concluded the battle in his heart.
Just because he exhausted all his brainpower, he couldn't imagine how he could lose, and how the other party could receive this earth-shattering sword that shocked the world.
For a brief moment, he even had the urge to run to the royal court to challenge the Lord of Chaos.
However, Yuchi Chungou did not die.
Not only was he not dead, there wasn't even the slightest trace of injury on his body.
From the face of this master of swords, Zhong Wen couldn't even see the slightest trace of fatigue and exertion.
The breeze blew across his face, soft and warm, but he didn't feel comfortable.
His brain was running wildly, and he was even more concentrated. He kept thinking about the next countermeasures, and quietly hid his left hand behind his back.
Passepartout, Wang Twelve, Doggy, Hao Ye, Tuoba God Killer, He Xiaolian...
The sword cultivators who were studying the fragments of the stone wall not long ago had already been awakened by the duel between the two. They jumped into the air one after another, their expressions changing, and their expressions were indescribably complicated.
The contents on the rubble of the sword wall are profound and mysterious. Once successfully comprehended, it is enough to make any sword cultivator in the world greatly improve their strength and become a top expert.
But Passepartout and others had an inexplicable feeling that watching the battle between Yuchi Chungou and Zhong Wen would actually benefit a lot more than studying the stone wall.
Only Liu Qiqi and Qin Zixiao were still staring at the stone in front of them, without even raising their heads. They seemed completely unaware of the world-shattering battle between the two masters.
There was deathly silence between heaven and earth, no voice could be heard, as if time had stood still and space had been frozen.
"Who's winning?"
After all, it was the hasty Passepartout who broke the silence first.
"Can't you see this?"
Wang Twelve said sarcastically, "You really are getting better and better as you live."
"Can you tell?"
Passepartout couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Then you can tell me who won?"
"Why should I tell you?"
Wang Twelve shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be profound.
"cut!"
How could Passepartout fail to see his little thoughts? He immediately smacked his lips, his face full of disdain.
"You brat, don't you always want to escape from the Sword Palace and run out to get a wife and have children?"
Master Hao suddenly came close to the dog and whispered in his ear, "Now is the best opportunity. If you don't leave now, when will you wait?"
"Old man..."
The dog turned his head suddenly, his eyes shining with a strange light, staring straight at the wrinkles on Mr. Hao's face, his expression indescribably complicated.
"No need to be grateful to me."
Mr. Hao waved his hand and said in a very relaxed tone, "Anyway, your mind is no longer on the sword, so what can you do if you force yourself to stay in the sword palace? Go ahead. If Yuchi asks about it, I will have a way to deal with it."
"Old man."
The dog suddenly said, "Are you planning to leave the last spark of fire for Jian Palace?"
"Bah, bah, bah, bad luck!"
Mr. Hao's expression changed and he cursed loudly, "Where does the Sword Palace need any kind of fire? Besides, even if something unexpected happens to Yuchi, it will not be the turn of the Kunwu Sword Sect to be the fire for you, a lazy guy like you!"
"At any time in the past, I would have run away on my own without you reminding me."
The dog pondered for a long time, then suddenly laughed, a trace of tenderness flashed in his clear eyes, "But at this moment, I absolutely cannot walk."
"Why?" Mr. Hao frowned.
"The old guy may not win."
The dog chuckled and said, "What if he loses and none of you can escape, wouldn't the burden of reviving Kunwu Sword Palace fall on me? How much trouble would that be? No, absolutely not,
I have to stay no matter what, to ensure that at least one of Passepartout and Wang Twelve survives."
"Bad boy!"
Mr. Hao was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing, "If I say a few more words to you, I will lose several years of my life."
"A wealthy man is young and prosperous. What does a few years of life mean?"
The dog said with a playful smile, "If those two guys really can't do it, why not let you carry the banner of Kunwu Sword Palace..."
"Brat."
Mr. Hao suddenly straightened his face and lowered his voice, "Don't you even think highly of Yuchi?"
"After following the old guy for so many years, I have never seen anyone able to take three of his swords without dying, let alone fight him for so long."
The dog shook his head and said frankly, "This battle is far beyond my understanding. I can't see through it. I can't see it."
through."
After hearing this, Mr. Hao was thoughtful and fell into a long silence.
"I lost."
Just as the two of them were whispering, Yuchi Chungou, who was standing behind Li Yiru, suddenly slowly lowered his Wuxi sword and uttered four words calmly.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone onlookers changed, especially the faces of the Sword Palace disciples showed disbelief.
"ha?"
Even Zhong Wen was confused, "Did I win?"
"Yes, you won."
Yuchi Chungou replied calmly, "This battle is over. There is no need for you to secretly plant lotus flowers behind your back."
Zhong Wen blushed, laughed dryly, and awkwardly took out his left hand hidden behind his back. The golden lotus in his palm turned into dots of light, slowly floating between heaven and earth.
It turned out that the sword just now failed to work, and he knew that it would be difficult to win with his own strength, so he secretly came up with the idea of Zezhi Wonderland, racking his brains to drag the master of the sword into the world of spiritual consciousness, so that he could kill with one blow.
, to establish victory.
"You don't seem to be hurt."
He pondered for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have to admit defeat?"
"If I guess correctly."
Yuchi Chungou slowly said, "You have understood most of the Kunwu Sword Wall after it was broken, and the remaining half should not take long, right?"
"good."
Zhong Wen did not deny it, but answered truthfully.
"In other words, you will continue to become stronger until you fully understand Jianbi."
Yuchi Chungou smiled slightly, "The Divine Judgment is already my limit. Since I failed to win just now, it will only become more difficult to kill you in the future, and defeat will only happen sooner or later."
When Zhong Wen heard this, he couldn't help but look suspicious, obviously not agreeing with his statement.
His intuition told him that the sword strike just now was probably not the limit of Yuchi's pure hook.
"I haven't had such a hearty battle in a long time."
I heard Yuchi Chungou continue to say, "No, it should be said that this is the first time that someone has made me so happy. Young man, what is your name?"
"Zhong Wen." Zhong Wen answered truthfully.
"Zhong Wen..."
Yuchi Chungou raised his head and looked directly into his eyes, his eyes extremely sincere, "Thank you very much."
"You really don't want to fight anymore?"
Zhong Wen stroked his chin, his expression changing, "I always feel a little uncomfortable with such a victory.
.”
"do not fight."
Yuchi Chungou smiled and shook his head and said, "Actually, no matter whether I win or lose with that sword strike just now, as long as you survive, it will be regarded as my loss."
"oh?"
Zhong Wen asked in confusion, "Does your Kunwu Sword Palace still have such rules?"
"How can it be?"
Yuchi Chungou laughed, and suddenly reached out and patted Li Yiru's shoulder in front of him, "It's just that half of the sword I was able to use was due to this girl, not all my own strength. It can't be defeated with one blow."
Sheng, how can I still have the nerve to continue to struggle with you?"
"my power?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Zhong Wen was surprised, but even Li Yiru himself was surprised, "But I didn't do anything."
"Girl, you are a unique existence, different from anyone else."
Yuchi Chungou patted her shoulder again, his tone was unprecedentedly gentle, "Don't underestimate your own power."
Li Yiru was still confused and had no idea what he was talking about.
"You just said that you relied on the power of the emperor's sister, so as long as I am still alive, I will take the initiative to admit defeat."
Zhong Wen's eyes wandered back and forth between Yuchi Chungou and Li Yiru. For some reason, he felt a little unhappy, "But what if I died by your sword just now?"
"If you die, I will naturally win."
Yuchi Chungu replied without changing his expression, "As for whether I used dishonorable means, no one will ever know."
"What the hell..."
Zhong Wen's head was filled with black threads and he was speechless for a while.
"Are you here for this girl?"
Yuchi Chungou seemed to be completely unaware of his emotions. He turned to look at Liu Qiqi who was standing in the distance, "Don't worry, she is fine. Such a swordsmanship genius is rare to see in a million years.
How could I have the heart to destroy..."
Before she finished her sentence, Liu Qiqi, who had been standing there for a long time, suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes staring at Yuchi Chungou fiercely, the murderous intent in her eyes almost turned into reality.
"boom!"
The terrifying red-black aura shot out from her whole body, as fast as wind, as fast as lightning, as violent as thunder, and as sharp as a sword, carrying unrivaled terrifying power and striking hard at the location of the Lord of Swords.
This is... Qiqi?
Has grown so much?
Feeling the terrifying power of this red-black aura, even Zhong Wen couldn't help but feel his heart tremble and turn pale with fright.