Chapter 2079 You are not qualified to be my opponent
"This person's swordsmanship talent is extremely strong."
"Thunder Sword Intention is only the weakest conception he has mastered. The strongest one is Fiery Sword Intent, which has reached the point where the sword is tempered by soul fire..." Tang Ming's eyes sparkled with light.
At this time, Zhou Zhuo's energy and spirit were completely different from before, and his face also changed slightly, as if he was a different person.
"This person is anything but simple!"
Tang Ming's eyes flashed slightly.
In fact, he was suspicious of the opponent from the beginning, so when Zhou Zhuo was beaten by Yamazaki Aoki, he did not intervene.
I just didn't expect that Zhou Zhuo's hidden strength was somewhat unexpected.
...ahead.
Zhou Zhuo slowly raised his head, his sharp eyes were like the edge of a sword, making the air tremble wherever he saw it.
Wind, thunder, water, and fire, four great sword intentions floated around the body.
It also allowed his strength to break through from the early stage of God Transformation to the late stage of God Transformation.
"It's been a long time since I showed my true strength..." "Twenty years have passed..." Zhou Zhuo made a hoarse voice, as if he had some memories, and his expression was slightly dazed.
But the next moment.
His gaze was like a torch, and he suddenly pierced Yamazaki Aoki: "Since you force me to reveal my true identity, you deserve to die!"
Boom! The wind suddenly rises, and the thunder surges.
It rained heavily and the sky was fierce.
The whole world was filled with the mighty sword intent. Zhou Zhuo kneaded the magic formula in front of his chest, and then spread it out to both sides.
"Zheng!"
At the center of Zhou Zhuo's eyebrows, the four-color marks condensed into a natal flying sword.
Wow! The sword energy surged, and the white mist shackles in front of him, including hundreds of ghosts, were cut through one after another, and were completely destroyed like a dead body.
"You, who are you?"
Yamazaki Aoki's face was as gloomy as ink: "There is no such strong person as you in Kyoto, China!"
"Really? It seems that you have done a lot of homework when you come here, right?"
Zhou Zhuo sneered.
Yamazaki Aoki frowned.
When he comes to China this time, he has been planning for many years and is sure to hide it from the three Chinese guards in the Forbidden Pavilion in Kyoto. He has also conducted research on the major masters in Kyoto to ensure that during tonight's operation, there will be no strong force within dozens of kilometers of Qianlong Villa.
By.
As a Fuso Shinobi, he was fully confident that as long as there were no strong Chinese people within dozens of kilometers, he could complete the mission quietly.
Who would have thought.
Tonight, two strong men unexpectedly came, and among them, this man had hidden cultivation, and his true strength was not inferior to his own.
If he were in other places, Yamazaki Aoki would not be so perverted. The problem is that he is now in Kyoto, China. Once the Forbidden City and the Military and Military Administration of China are alerted, he will have nowhere to run.
"Damn it!"
"We can only end the battle as soon as possible!"
There was a strange color in Yamazaki Aoki's pupils. There were bloody crescents condensed in the originally snow-white pupils, which looked very strange.
Phantom pupil, blood moon forbidden sky! Yamazaki Aoki made a seal with both hands, the clouds and mist surged, and the silver moon in the night sky suddenly turned into blood red.
The blood moon flew into the sky, illuminating the originally white clouds and mist into blood color.
"The Fuso illusion is just a small trick!"
Zhou Zhuo's eyes were cold and stern, and there was a touch of sarcasm in his tone. He brought his two fingers together and drew forward. The sword light was drawn from his fingertips, tearing the void, and striking forward.
As soon as these two sword beams came ten meters in front of Yamazaki Aoki, suddenly, the blood cloud boiled and the void was imprisoned.
Before the sword light could reveal its murderous intent, it suddenly collapsed.
Seeing this, Zhou Zhuo frowned heavily.
"It seems that you have no respect for Fuso illusion."
Yamazaki Aoki raised his eyes and said calmly: "I admit that China's magical powers are stronger, but I also admit that they are not as good as those in China's Zijin Pavilion."
"But this doesn't mean that any sword cultivator from China can ignore my existence."
During the conversation.
The bloody crescent moon in his pupils slowly rotated, and a majestic spiritual power swarmed out.
Boom! The blood moon in the sky rotates accordingly.
The entire blood-colored cloud and mist rotated accordingly.
"God Forbidden, Eat the Sky!"
A loud shout.
The void opened, and a blood-colored scimitar that was dozens of meters in size slashed down in an instant.
Zhou Zhuo sneered and waved his sword.
Strong winds suddenly rose, thunder exploded, and accompanied by fine lightning, the bloody scimitar was directly breached.
"Why, with this little ability..." Zhou Zhuo was about to sneer, but his face suddenly changed, and he saw that the bloody scimitar that had been chopped by him began to split.
One life is two, two turns into four, four turns into eight... in an instant.
There are dozens of huge blood-colored scimitars condensed, and the aura of each one is extremely strong, and the power will not be reduced at all due to division.
Zhou Zhuo's face was gloomy, wind and thunder sword intent surged, and at the same time, water vapor flooded and majestic heavy rain fell.
"Abyss water!"
Zhou Zhuo's aura surged, and water droplets all over the sky stagnated in the air, condensing into transparent water swords.
Zheng! With him as the center, a radius of one kilometer was filled with sharp sword intent, and then they all slashed forward.
There was a violent sound high in the sky.
The sword intent and the illusion were tit for tat, defeating the bloody scimitars one after another. But the strange thing is that each time one was defeated, the bloody scimitars would split into more numbers.
Less than a few minutes.
The entire void has been covered by bloody scimitars, each one is extremely solid and is not an illusion at all.
I thought that after showing my true combat power, I could easily defeat the opponent, but I ended up overestimating myself.
The three true meanings of swordsmanship, wind, thunder and water, were all blocked by Fuso illusion, and more and more blood-colored scimitars were transformed into them, making it even more difficult for him.
If this continues, if the bloody scimitar is still gathering, he will definitely be exhausted and die.
"no!"
"To capture the thief, capture the king first, then kill this person first!"
Zhou Zhuo raised his thick eyebrows, and two balls of fire burst out from his pupils.
Boom! Fire surged, and two fire dragons wandered in the void. The extreme heat caused the surrounding void to sway.
The sword energy transforms into a dragon.
The sword's intention gathers fire.
These blazing fires are not ordinary flames, but the soul fire condensed by Zhou Zhuo.
"Roar!"
The two fire dragons roared, the soul fire boiled, and the surrounding blood-colored clouds were burned thin.
"kill!"
Zhou Zhuo yelled loudly, and the Fiery Sword Intent moved to the extreme. Two fire dragons suddenly collided with each other, and wherever they passed, the sky was burned with fire.
"China is indeed a land of blessings, and it can continuously breed such strong men. On the other hand, I, Fuso, can only steal if I want to cultivate the next divine ninja..." Yamazaki Aoki looked a little gloomy.
He was not afraid of Zhou Zhuo, but marveled at Zhou Zhuo's Heavenly Way, Four Sword Intentions, Sword Qi Transformation into Dragons, and Soul Fire Sword Intent. If such a person were in Fusang, he would definitely be the genius of the country who only takes hundreds of years to emerge.
But Zhou Zhuo is from China, and he is just a reclusive monk who is not well known in China. In the vast territory of China, we don’t know how many talented monks like him there are, but there must be more than one.
Comparing the two, Fuso's genius is simply appalling.
Yamazaki Aoki had a wry smile on his face. At this moment, a hot feeling came from the front, and wherever the fire dragon passed, the sea of blood dissipated.
"If I give you more than ten years of hard training, I might be able to hurt you."
Yamazaki Aoki raised his eyes and said calmly: "But you are not qualified to be my opponent now."
The words fell.
Yamazaki Aoki's pupils glowed with blood, and two bright red Fuso character seals shot out and crashed down.