Lei Shi and Fei Shou were confused by this weird broken sword. This broken long sword didn't have a trace of spiritual power, but it could float in the air. Although it didn't have any moves, it always happened to be able to defeat Zhang Cong.
of danger.
Momonga is very clear about his hidden weapons. Although his hidden weapons are out of his hands, they are as dexterous as holding them with his hands. Almost every hidden weapon is controlled by his Qi, but the dozen meteor darts encountered at that time
The situation left him stunned.
At that time, just as the star dart was approaching Zhang Cong, the broken sword suddenly swung in the wind and directly hit the second meteor dart in the front row.
Momonga's hidden weapon attacks are unique in their own way. The hidden weapons that fly out have their own masters and attachments, and they are unpredictable. Even the people in the Shadow Pavilion don't know the secret method of his hidden weapons.
The star dart that was thrown out this time was mainly the second one in the front row. With a little movement of the sword, the star dart flew away and hit the other darts.
In the blink of an eye, the broken sword actually swung and clicked more than a dozen times, each time hitting the changing star darts, until all the energy on the star darts was exhausted.
After falling to the ground, the broken sword fell towards Lei Shi's head.
Broken Sword's every accident was perfectly grasped, and he never made any more moves. Lei Shi's encounter was even more painful than that of Flying Squirrel. The Broken Sword almost focused on the point of force of each of his moves, specifically hitting the seven inches.
, forcing Lei Shi to retreat to Momonga.
But at this time, Zhang Cong's heart had already stirred up an uproar. Unlike the Flying Squirrel Thunder Stone, what he saw was not a broken sword that was swaying in the wind like a leaf at all.
But...
An afterimage!
He clearly saw that an angry old man was controlling the sword with his hands, moving from move to move, like a god of war with only one man to guard against, and no one to be able to defeat him, holding the broken sword in his hand to attack each move with one move after another.
enemy.
"Master...?"
Zhang Cong rubbed his eyes.
The old man suddenly turned around and smiled at himself, "I asked you to practice sword skills, but you have practiced to this extent. I am really embarrassed."
"With your three-legged cat skills, how can I expect you to avenge me?"
"I've watched my master's moves carefully, I'll only demonstrate them once!"
This is……
The remnant soul of the master contained in the Dao Dao Sword!
Asking about the sword art, the sword and the man are one, the sword is there and the man is there!
At that time, Dao Dao Jian and his master had been fighting for a long time, and the two had long resonated with each other, and they were closely related to each other!
Now that he was in danger, Dao Daojian sensed his predicament and actually sacrificed the last remnant soul of the original owner to save himself.
Although it is just a broken sword.
Although there is no spiritual control.
But swordsmanship itself is practiced through the understanding of swordsmanship. A remnant soul of a swordsman Taoist contains his lifelong experience of swordsmanship. Even if there is no true energy, swordsmanship alone is not enough for these two foundation-building periods.
A monk can resist it.
"Watch it!"
The afterimage is waving its sword!
Zhang Cong suddenly discovered that the seemingly simple moves were actually the first move of the Taoist Sword Art.
Zhang Cong has been practicing the first form of the sword technique for a long time, but he has never been able to find a thorough and coherent method.
The moves of the Dao Dao Sword Art are very weird. The first move is not complicated. There are only several sword moves such as flat stabbing, upward lifting, and oblique cutting. However, according to what is written in the sword art, it is a move that can be used both offensively and defensively.
The sword protects the body and water cannot enter. Swinging the sword to kill the enemy reveals the enemy's first opportunity. He can break through all methods with one move and does not do useless work.
Zhang Cong practiced for a long time but couldn't figure out the way, so he first practiced the spirit sword.
At this moment, when he saw the remnant soul of his master performing the first question, Zhang Cong suddenly realized why he couldn't touch the threshold.
The Qi method in Dao Dao Jian Jue returns to the sect, and the integration of human and sword is the foundation of Dao Dao Jian Jue. That is why Dao Dao Jian Jue proposes the method of raising the sword in the sea of consciousness, which is to make the sword and the human become one.
Finally, he reaches the state of hiding the sword invisible.
The moment the hidden weapon struck, Zhang Cong was exhausted and couldn't even move. Of course, he couldn't see the trajectory of the hidden weapon or the skills of pulling each other. However, the Taoist Sword was waved by the afterimage of his master.
Next, he actually clicked directly on the second shuriken in the first row.
At that time, Zhang Cong's heart almost jumped out of his chest. At a distance of less than three meters, let alone a master like Momonga, even an ordinary person could throw a stone in the blink of an eye. The master did not use the same defense as the sword curtain, but
If you click on one of them, why don't all the remaining dozen or so darts be thrown at yourself?
What stunned him was that the next scene was simply beyond description in words. As soon as the tip of the sword collided with the star dart, the star dart was knocked away. It immediately hit another one in the front row, and the bounced
The broken sword promptly blocked the second row's attempt to pull the first row's hidden weapons.
Zhang Cong looked at the afterimage and asked persistently about the sword. He hesitated and waved it casually, as if the sword itself was carrying people away.
Lifting, stabbing, slashing, and turning over and over are really just these moves, but in the hands of the master's afterimage, they were used continuously. At that time, Zhang Cong almost forgot that he was in a desperate situation and stared at the master.
Afterimage, for fear of missing any details.
Lei Shi and Fei Shou looked at the broken sword that was still swaying in the wind, exchanging glances from time to time. Zhang Cong knew that they would never give up easily. The secrets in their bodies had made them determined to kill again.
Sure enough, this time the two of them moved at the same time. Not only did Lei Shi leap over with a tiger's eye, but even Flying Squirrel, who was not good at melee combat, narrowed the distance from Zhang Cong with a puff of yellow smoke.
When the two of them moved, the broken sword in mid-air also moved, and they saw that the broken sword like a willow swayed by the wind actually brought up a sword shadow, and like a galaxy, it surrounded the rushing thunder stone.
Zhang Cong's eyes lit up. This was not the first sword move, but the second move. Unlike the first move, which relied on cleverness and strength, the second move paid more attention to the word "quick".
Now Zhang Cong seriously wielded the Taoist Sword. Under the waving of the master's afterimage, the sword was almost invisible. It was completely splashed out into a galaxy, and every star in the galaxy was a line pointed by the Taoist Sword.
Sword style.
Lei Shi was the first to bear the brunt and crashed into the endless river of stars. Despite his extensive body-building skills, his whole body was still in pain like thousands of ants killing his body.
The broken sword in front of me didn't have a trace of true energy, but the thousands of stars in the galaxy it brought up were as sharp as the tip of the sword. After the thunder stone was wrapped in the galaxy, it roared and danced wildly with its hands and feet. There was no one at all.
The appearance of a master in the late stage of weapon refining.
Zhang Cong naturally knew what Lei Shi had encountered. The broken sword in the master's hand had never stopped dancing. It can be said that Lei Shi now was suffering from the pain of thousands of swords piercing his body every second. Attacks came from all directions. Within a few seconds
In a short time, Lei Shi had turned into a bloody man.
Flying Squirrel, who was hidden in the yellow smoke, looked at Thunder Stone and yelled, feeling very strange. Obviously that broken sword didn't have any Qi at all. Let alone being broken, it was a brand new sword without the Qi to move it.
Henglian's physical body cannot be broken by the thunder stone. Where did the blood all over the body of the thunder stone come from?
"Momonaka! Come and help me! There is something fishy about this sword!"
Lei Shi was angry. It was obviously just a broken sword that had not been imbued with spiritual energy, but it could fight against him alone. He was beaten in front of him and was unable to fight back!?
How tough his attack was, but it would be unloaded in front of the sword, and he would retract it immediately and stab himself. His movements were almost full of flaws in front of him, and he felt that he was not following a sword at all.
In battle.
It's a battle between a swordsman who has experienced many battles!
Even if he had fought against the peak monks of the Sword Sect in the Foundation Establishment Stage, the pressure on him was far less than that of this sword!
What exactly is this sword?!
On the other hand, look at the flying squirrel.
He didn't think much about Lei Shi, but instead threw three daggers at Zhang Cong who was leaning against the willow tree.
When practicing together, there is no affection at all.
In Flying Squirrel's eyes, Zhang Cong is full of treasures, and no matter what the mystery of this sword is, just the little white bottle just now is enough to make countless monks go crazy for it.
He was worried about how to distribute the little white bottle after Zhang Cong died. Now that he had this sword to restrain Lei Shi, he only needed to sneak attack Zhang Cong and get the little white bottle as soon as possible. This little white bottle would be his own.
This kind of thing is first come first served.
Zhang Cong didn't even see the hidden weapon coming, and his eyes were focused on the master's sword style. At this moment, the three daggers were already approaching Zhang Cong.
Unable to help himself, he became obsessed with his master's movements when he swung the sword.
Flat stab!
Cut diagonally!
Sheath the sword! Thrust!
He turned his fingers into swords, couldn't help but stand up, and imitated his master's movements. With every move, he marveled at his master's power!
"I see!"
"I understand it all!"
Just when he exclaimed!
Three hidden weapons suddenly shot towards his face!
Only then did he realize that he was about to be attacked, but facing these three hidden weapons, he didn't have the slightest fear.
Instead, he smiled.
Suddenly, he stretched out his finger, turned the remaining zhenqi into a sword, and swung it towards the hidden weapon.
Flat stab!
boom!
A hidden weapon fell!
Cut diagonally!
boom!
The three-handled hidden weapon with a speed of just a few blocks was defeated one after another under Zhang Cong's continuous obstruction without any effort.
Zhang Cong smiled.
"I understand."
"In swordsmanship, what you practice is Tao, not Qi!"
"A true master of swordsmanship, even if his cultivation is completely destroyed, he can still remain invincible just by relying on his knowledge of swordsmanship."
"Master, you taught me a lesson."
Suddenly, Zhang Cong walked tremblingly in front of Dao Daojian.
At this time, there was no true energy in his body.
He looked at the Taoist Wenjian Taoist.
"Do you understand my master's tricks?"
"Master, I understand."
"Although there is no true energy in my body, I am not without the strength to fight."
"It's good to know!" The afterimage of the swordsman who asked the sword looked at Zhang Cong with deep eyes: "The origin of swordsmanship is swordsmanship. Don't rely solely on Qi, otherwise you will go crazy. One stab, one chop, it seems simple.
Swordsmanship contains ever-changing features. The only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast. You should understand it!"
After saying this, the shadow of the Taoist Wenjian gradually disappeared.
But Zhang Cong stretched out his hand and grabbed the Taoist Sword.
The cold Jian Bing feels strangely solid in your hand.
"Master, this is the second opportunity you have given me."
"Ask the sword, now, we will finally fight side by side for the first time."
The Dao Dao Sword in his hand seemed to sense Zhang Cong's state of mind, and actually let out a sword cry that soared into the sky!
An astonishing sword energy emitted from the sword body!
The sword energy spread dozens of feet with Zhang Cong as the center, cutting off everything it covered!
Several large trees as thick as one person came into contact with the sword energy, and were cut off at the waist. The broken areas were flat and smooth...
suck……
Seeing this scene in front of them, Momonga and Lei Shi were immediately dumbfounded.
What... is this move?
"Get out of the way!"
Lei Shi hurriedly shouted, dragging Momonga to hide dozens of feet away!
This seemingly colorless sword energy contained endless pressure in his eyes. He felt that even if he exhausted his true energy, he might not be able to resist the oncoming sword energy!
Looking at the sword in Zhang Cong's hand, Lei Shi felt a sense of crisis approaching death for the first time!
