The Shura Flying Sword is the natal flying sword cultivated by Tang Ming. In addition to its special material, it has been continuously sharpened with the true meaning of the sword, making it extremely hard.
But today.
However, Lu Chengfeng slashed a crack through it.
Whoa! Ahead, the hidden-sheath sword continued to slash forward with great momentum, and the void obstruction in front of it was as fragile as tofu.
Just then.
"Buzz--" the sword sounded.
The four sword intentions buzzed at the same time, and the sword realm rippled into a prison to imprison the hidden sword spirit. The endless sword energy roared, extremely sharp.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom... The sword energy struck down one after another, making a loud roar as it hit the sword's soul.
The movement was loud, but the actual damage caused was very small. The delicate sword was like a rock that had been beaten by countless waves, and it still stood firm despite the violent storms.
"Four Sword Intentions, it seems that you have good talent in the way of swordsmanship, but you have not calmed down enough to fully digest these true meanings of swordsmanship."
"What a pity."
Lu Chengfeng shook his head slightly, with a touch of regret in his tone.
It is rare in the world to comprehend the four completely different true meanings of swordsmanship. Only swordsman monsters can possess this talent, but having the true meaning of swordsmanship alone is not enough.
Still needs sharpening.
It still needs to be adjusted.
This takes a long time. Talent is talent after all. It is extremely time-consuming to become a strong swordsman. You need to hone your swordsmanship bit by bit.
But Tang Xuantian did not hone the true meaning of these swordsmanship.
"break!"
Lu Chengfeng's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he saw that the sword in its sheath suddenly erupted with dazzling light, and a stern, domineering and terrifying aura was released.
His sword spirit has been brewing for hundreds of years.
In the past hundreds of years, in addition to nourishing it with his own soul, he also used the enemy's heart blood, which was released at this time, and his momentum directly crushed the four sword intentions.
Just hear a "click"! The sword energy that attacked the sword collapsed one after another, and then collapsed from the inside out. Finally, a void crack appeared inside the sword domain.
Bang! The four illusory sword bodies dissipated.
The sword realm was broken.
But that domineering and unparalleled sword was still full of murderous intent as it slashed towards Tang Ming.
Before the knife arrived, the light of the knife split the seawater underneath and rolled it to both sides, leaving a gully dozens of meters long.
Seeing that the sword was about to fall, Tang Ming suddenly raised his head and said quietly: "When did I say that I am a sword cultivator?"
Huh! Lu Chengfeng frowned slightly, but soon, he saw an extremely cold black mist rising behind Tang Ming, and the black mist continued to rise.
final.
A terrifying black dragon more than two hundred meters high condensed out, and its scarlet eyes released endless evil energy.
"Roar——" The black dragon soul roared all day long.
All along, in order not to disturb the world, Tang Ming has been suppressing the true strength of the Black Dragon Soul. Even if he uses the Black Dragon Soul, he will at most turn it into a small Black Dragon Soul.
But at this time.
On this vast sea, he had no worries.
"roar!!"
The black dragon soul let out a hearty roar, the roar of the dragon penetrated the heaven and the earth, stirred up the wind and waves, and filled the void with endless soul evil energy. Then it opened its mouth and sprayed out a dragon's breath with a diameter of more than five meters.
Ghost Fire Dragon Breath.
Whoa! The speed of the Hidden Sheath Saber's slash suddenly stagnated. The ghost fire dragon's breath can burn the soul, and the sword itself is condensed from the soul of the soul, which can be regarded as a pure natural fuel.
In an instant.
The sword was ignited, but it still moved forward with a boiling murderous intent, but the speed was much slower.
at the same time.
Around Lu Chengfeng, eight terrifying dragons suddenly appeared, sucking water, and hurricanes stirred up the sea water, setting off biting winds and approaching Lu Chengfeng.
"hiss!"
Another roar sounded.
From the violently surging sea water, a single-horned dragon covered with black scales poked its head out. On the flat dragon head, the single horn shone coldly, and its erect pupils were cold and emotionless.
Black dragon soul! One-horned dragon! "War pet?"
Lu Chengfeng was a little surprised, but he quickly sneered: "These two evil beasts can't stop me."
As soon as he finished speaking, an enchanting laughter sounded in his ears again: "Really, but what if the slave family is included?"
Whoa! A white silhouette appeared like a ghost, with lotus steps on its feet, and hundreds of fierce ghosts and evil spirits roared behind it.
The main soul of the Soul-Eating Banner.
Youyue.
Lu Chengfeng snorted coldly, and bursts of evil energy burst out from his body, directly forcing You Yue back. At this time, eight tornadoes controlled by the one-horned dragon had already struck.
Lu Chengfeng's eyes were sharp, he shouted suddenly and punched out.
The strength of the fist was just full, and it was as sharp as a sword. It swept out and turned into a visible aftermath, rippling towards the surroundings.
Lu Chengfeng stamped his foot down, landing on the head of the one-horned dragon.
"hiss!"
The one-horned dragon roared, and many fragments appeared on the black scales of its hard skull. The dragon's blood spattered, dyeing the surrounding sea area red.
Just when Lu Chengfeng was about to kill the one-horned dragon in one fell swoop, Tang Ming came riding the waves from the side. His body was surrounded by cyan inscriptions, and under his runic battle body, his body became extremely terrifying.
It hit suddenly.
"Bang——" The void in the center of the collision between the two people collapsed inch by inch.
Tang Ming was shocked and took two steps back.
Lu Chengfeng also took a step back, frowning and looking at Tang Ming for a moment. He did not expect that Tang Ming's physical body was so hard.
The collision just now had at least the combat power of a mid-stage god transformation.
"Tang Xuantian, you have harbored so many evil spirits, yet the military doesn't care about you?"
Lu Chengfeng looked at Tang Ming and said solemnly: "The military department has always been self-proclaimed and evil, but as a result, they specially recruited you to join the military department. It is simply ridiculous."
Tang Ming responded indifferently: "Did I say I joined the military?"
"Furthermore, the identification of evil spirits has always been based not on magical powers, but on the deeds done."
"These evil spirits I have surrendered are all worthy of death. Of course, when I kill you later, your remaining soul will also be devoured by the Soul-Eating Banner!"
As soon as these words came out.
A cold light burst out from Lu Chengfeng's eyes. He stared at Tang Ming for a few times and suddenly laughed: "Just you?"
"Yes, it's up to me."
Tang Ming said calmly.
"It's ridiculous."
The smile at the corner of Lu Chengfeng's mouth suddenly stopped, and an extremely domineering look suddenly burst out in his sharp eyes.
"There is no one in the world who can kill me, Lu Chengfeng, but it is definitely not you Tang Xuantian."
"on the contrary."
"Today, I will cut off your body, destroy your soul, take away your swordsmanship talent, and reveal the true meaning of my sword!"
The words fell.
"Crack -" a crisp sound of the scabbard falling off was heard, and in front of him, the hidden scabbard sword was being burned by the ghost fire dragon's breath. Suddenly, the blade was unsheathed.
The sheath hides the blade.
The true meaning of a knife does not lie in its sharpness, but in its hiding. Hiding the knife contains its meaning. The longer it is hidden, the more exquisite its meaning becomes.
Lu Chengfeng has not made a move for more than thirty years, and all the sword's intention is hidden in the scabbard. After decades of continuous cultivation, the true meaning of the sword's soul contained in it has already become extremely terrifying.