Li Kezhou stood on the stage and did not take action immediately.
Because he was thinking about which method he wanted to use.
He currently has a total of three killing moves, namely: Kunlun Broken Sword Curse, Earth Dragon Turn, and Sword Style Tengu.
Among them, Earth Dragon Turning Over cannot be regarded as a sword spell at all. The display of power is caused by the sword energy inducing the earth energy, which cannot be cast on the Wanxiang Sword Monument.
The remaining two ultimate moves, "Sword Style Tengu", are originally the Sword-Breaking Curse with the blessing of dragon energy.
Thinking of this, he made a decision in his heart and touched the hilt of the sword!
"It's embarrassing to overestimate your own abilities! Let's see how much you can reach me."
Zhao Longzhu was full of confidence in himself and taunted loudly, his face full of contempt and disdain.
"Qiang!!"
There was a short sword cry, and the sword wire entered the sword monument.
"What kind of sword move is this?"
Someone looked at him casting a sword spell, looked puzzled, and asked.
But no one can answer.
Because the sword just came out quickly and urgently, and the sword monument was close in front of them, everyone's eyes flashed intuitively, and before they could figure out the reason, the sword thread had entered the sword monument.
Zhao Longzhu frowned slightly.
His cultivation level was not comparable to that of anyone present, and he vaguely felt that the sword strike just now seemed a little unusual.
But then he relaxed his brows and thought to himself: "He's just a wild cultivator, and his so-called killing move is just a joke."
Just as he finished his thoughts, the Wanxiang Sword Monument shone brightly, and for a moment, a line of words slowly appeared.
Unlike the previous few people who used one sword move and had dozens of sword techniques appear on it, this time there was only one line on the sword tablet, that is, there was only one sword technique.
Everyone took a closer look and heard heavy breathing.
"What! Impossible!!"
Zhao Longzhu looked horrified and roared loudly.
"how so?"
"This is completely unheard of!"
The whole place was in a state of uproar, as if a pot had exploded.
I saw on the sword tablet at this time, it was clearly written:
[Cross Dragon-Severing Technique: The compatibility is 100%, the origin cannot be tested, and the sword theory is suddenly understood, the power of the sword spell is increased by more than ten times. Requires 300,000 kendama!]
"Kendama San...three hundred thousand?"
"The compatibility is 100%, how is this possible? And once you understand the sword theory, the power of the sword spell this person just cast can be increased by ten times. What kind of power is this?"
"Cross Dragon-Severing Technique! What level of kendo mystery is this? Three hundred thousand kendama. This is simply sensational."
"This person can draw three hundred thousand sword techniques. How powerful is the sword just now?"
There were only horrified shouts in the audience.
Li Kezhou's eyes brightened when he saw it, and his heart was pounding for a moment.
(The Cross Dragon-Severing Technique... is 100% consistent, which undoubtedly means that this sword technique and my sword spell have the same root and origin. The origin of the above records cannot be verified, but it must be related to the Kunlun Hero of Broken Sword.)
He exclaimed secretly in his heart.
And what horrified him the most was that once enlightened, the power of the sword spell would increase tenfold.
It says ten times, not 100%, and 100% is just double.
"Three hundred thousand..."
Li Kezhou was secretly speechless.
This amount simply put him off, and even most disciples had no concrete idea of how much three hundred thousand kendama was.
Even in the entire sword academy, there are almost countless people with more than 10,000 kendama in their hands.
(Cross Dragon-Severing Technique! I want to get it no matter what, and the sooner the better, the improvement in my strength this sword technique has turned out to be sensational!)
With a goal to strive for, Li Kezhou only had determination in his heart. He walked off the ring and walked straight towards the exit.
"Impossible...this is impossible!"
Zhao Long Zhuren seemed to be stunned, talking to himself crazily.
"Three hundred thousand! Even the sword tactics that I, Zhao Longzhu, summoned with one killing move are not worth more than three thousand. Doesn't this mean that the sword tactics that this beast summoned with just one sword move are worth more than mine?
A hundred times more? This is absolutely impossible..."
"Who is this person?"
He roared in a low voice.
The man on the side who was licking his face to please turned pale at this time, and his expression fell into a sluggish state. When he heard this roar, he trembled and came back to his senses:
"Brother! I have just reported to you that this person is one of the twenty-five disciples of this Holy Selection, and this person is exactly the King of Swords who has been selected by the Holy Selection for thirty years.
Obtained the sword title: Tunhe Sword King."
"King of Swords!!"
Zhao Long's expression changed when he heard this, and then he showed unwillingness.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe that this man's sword just now was a hundred times more powerful than mine. I want to challenge him and use his blood to prove that I, Zhao Longzhu, am the real genius. The disciples of the Holy Land cannot be insulted...
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He gritted his teeth, picked up the sword in his hand, and strode away after Li Kezhou.
But the audience did not completely die down because of the departure of these two people.
A sword technique worth "300,000" kendama appeared on the Wanxiang Sword Monument, and it spread quickly.
In just half a day, everyone in the sword academy knew the name of the Cross Dragon-Severing Technique and the River Swallowing Sword King Li Mochen.
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As soon as Li Kezhou walked out of Wanjian Gym, his brows furrowed.
Because he saw someone.
This man came on a crutch, his face was sallow, and he swayed every time he walked.
This person is none other than Qiu Jian, who suffered a critical attack from his weak point a few hours ago and had one of his legs shattered.
When this person saw Li Kezhou coming out, hatred reappeared on his face. This time he seemed to be holding on, without the previous fear. When he saw him coming out, he started to curse:
"You bastard! I destroyed my future and cut off my roots. Today you will be crushed to ashes. When you die, I will skin you, suck your marrow, and drink your blood..."
Seeing his expression of hatred, Li Kezhou smiled: "You have a broken root, a lame leg, and can't even pick up the sword, yet you still dare to make such arrogant remarks. It seems that you have found a helper. Where is the person?"
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Qiu Jian turned his head and looked at a big tree.
A person appeared behind the tree. This person was holding a sword, with his head lowered and his eyes half open and half closed, as if he had just woken up.
"Are you the one this big man is looking for to help you?" Li Kezhou glanced at him and asked.
The man finally raised his head and opened his eyes. He glanced at Li Kezhou and said coldly: "I'll cut off my limbs and spare your life!"
When Li Kezhou heard this, a smile came to his eyes, but his face suddenly tightened: "Where did you come from, a dog? You keep farting wildly when you open your mouth. It seems that this big man's fate did not warn you!"
When the man heard this, there was no anger on his face. Instead, he smacked his lips and chewed his tongue.
"It's a mistake on my part. I shouldn't have said such useless nonsense to a person like you."
He said and walked over step by step.
This person walked as if every step was measured. As he walked, he said: "A brief introduction: Zhao Panlong, Huangquan Jianzuo!"
When Li Kezhou heard this man announcing his home address, before Li Kezhou said anything, a scream came from behind him.
"Zhao Panlong?"
You could tell by the sound that it was Zhao Longzhu who was chasing him.