At this time, Zhang Cong was standing under the willow tree with an expressionless face, just like a country man. Not only was there no real energy in his body, he couldn't even see the smoke of fireworks. He was like a shadow, almost completely covering himself and his hands. The Taoist sword inside merges into one.
Flying Squirrel and Lei Shi still hadn't recovered from the sword blow just now. Looking at Zhang Cong who was calm in the smoke and dust, they didn't dare to make any move for a long time.
Lei Shi looked at Momonga with a horrified expression.
"What should I do? This sword is too evil. If you are not entangled by the broken sword, you have no idea what you are facing. You obviously have no energy, but when you fight, it is like falling into a quagmire.
Not only was I attacked by countless sharp swords, but the more you struggled and fought, the more powerful the sword's counterattack became. If you don't take action, I will be consumed by that broken sword."
Looking at the frightened Thunder Stone, Momonga looked suspicious.
"Is this sword really so powerful? Zhang Cong has no energy at all now. What are you afraid of him doing?"
Lei Shi stared at Zhang Cong who was standing with the sword, and asked with lingering fear: "Don't underestimate this sword. Even if I tried my best just now, I might not be able to block his blow. How should we deal with it now? "
Flying Squirrel's little eyes turned straight: "Old Lei, what you said is too serious. Although this sword is strange, it is definitely a treasure. The little white bottle just now easily broke your thunder formation. Kill him and everything will be safe." It belongs to both of us. If we let him run away, it will be difficult to find this opportunity again in the future. Besides, even if we don't covet his treasure, the two of us will have to fight for him.
The mission of the Shadow Pavilion has always been to make the leader die. Either he dies or we die. Do you think the two of us who retreated in fear of death today will be able to avoid the pursuit of the Shadow Pavilion in the future?"
The muscles on Lei Shi's face trembled, his eyes showed fear and he didn't say a word.
Zhang Cong turned a deaf ear to the conversation between the two, and his whole heart was focused on the Wenwen Sword. Holding the hilt of the sword at this moment, he felt completely different from the feeling he had in the Wenjian Dao Palace. In the Dao Palace, the broken sword only absorbed spiritual energy and repaired itself. He held it in his hand, feeling violent and unwilling.
But now with the broken sword in his hand, he had a different feeling. Now Zhang Cong's sea of consciousness has dried up and his true energy has been exhausted. His physical fitness is not as good as that of a well-fed villager, but he has experienced two thunder baptisms. And several life and death decisions made his altar clear.
Forgetting who you are and forgetting your own existence, he had only seen this state in Taoist books before. He never thought that today he would be saved from desperation and could actually touch the state of selflessness.
The artistic conception merged, and the man and the sword became one. At this moment, he was still immersed in the afterimage sword style of his master, and his mind followed the sway of the sword to understand the true meaning of the sword.
Entering the Tao with the sword, assisted by the mind and spirit, caused by spiritual thoughts, pointed by the sword, inaction and selflessness, the sword and man are one...
Not only could Zhang Cong not feel the broken sword in his hand at this moment, he felt that he was like the wind in the mountains and the trees in the forest. Due to his thoughts, he could not only see the wind and grass within a radius of several miles, but could even feel the throbbing of rats and ants underground. movement and whereabouts.
He felt the greed and hesitation of Fei Shou and Lei Shi, and even felt the suspicion between the two. Zhang Cong had never experienced this state before.
Flying Squirrel and Lei Shi looked at Zhang Cong opposite, becoming more and more peaceful, and finally even closed their eyes, letting the dead leaves and dust blown up by the strong wind hit their bodies, but they were still as steady as a green pine, and they couldn't help but secretly feel fear. meaning.
A person with no real energy can rely on a broken sword to support him. Facing two killers who are a small level above him, he can still calmly close his eyes and rest. Is there any secret trick that this kid can't do?
Flying Squirrel stared at Zhang Cong and gritted his teeth and said: "That kid probably used up his last bit of energy and did it reluctantly, just to make us two timid.
I think even if he still has reservations at this moment, he is almost exhausted.
As long as you can wrap around that broken sword for a while, it will be enough for me to kill this kid several times. Once the person dies, the broken sword will become a lonely soul without an owner. I don't believe he can cause any big troubles.
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Before he finished speaking, the cloak behind Fei Shou swung, and a large number of strange hidden weapons wrapped around Zhang Cong like locusts, who closed his eyes to rest.
At the same time, Lei Shi roared, and his eyes shot out two red lights in an instant. The skin all over his body turned red quickly. His whole body was like a tiger breathing flames, and he rushed towards Zhang with a roar.
Cong.
At this time, Zhang Cong felt that he hated the flying squirrel deeply. When Lei Shi and flying squirrel hesitated, he accidentally touched the realm of selflessness. He was about to further speculate on the realm of the unity of man and sword, but
Interrupted by Momonga's hidden weapon.
Although Zhang Cong had his eyes closed, his mind was aware of everything around him. In his mind, a hidden weapon as fast as lightning was no different from a kite flown by a group of children.
The mutual influence and secret strength between the hidden weapons were like kite strings, drawing clear trajectories in his mind.
Almost without thinking, Zhang Cong subconsciously picked up a handful of sand with the tip of his sword. This seemingly harmless sand exploded with astonishing dark energy, and the particles of dust actually exploded several times faster than hidden weapons.
Speed, lightning speed met the incoming hidden weapon.
Controlling objects with spiritual thoughts is a skill that Zhang Cong has just realized. Seeing his master wielding a sword to defeat the enemy without a trace of Qi, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and gained a new understanding of Tao.
From simplicity to simplicity, Tao is a realm. If you enter the world with Tao, everything will be for your own use. All it takes is a little thought.
Of course, Zhang Cong is still far from being able to enter the world with the Tao, but with his extraordinary insights, he actually touched the threshold of everything being for his own use, and unintentionally developed the ability to control objects with his mind.
In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken. Although the master's words refer to swordsmanship, it can be equally valid here.
Speed is power. Dozens of hidden steel weapons were knocked around by a handful of gravel. Not only did they miss their target, but more than half of them turned around and shot at the stunned flying squirrel.
Lei Shi was rushing over from the air at this moment, and saw this strange scene before he even landed. His originally aggressive face suddenly turned into a look of deathly ashes.
What depressed him the most was that the broken sword actually pointed straight at his sea of qi as Zhang Cong's body tilted.
Lei Shi's tiger attack relies entirely on the sea of qi to gather energy and drive the whole body's true energy to circulate, so that he can be as light as a swallow and powerful. If the sea of qi is injured, not only will the concentrated attack be blocked, but he will even be able to practice kung fu.
All will be damaged.
When Lei Shi saw the broken sword in Zhang Cong's hand, he used this weird move again, he couldn't help but yelled in fright, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, and actually used an iron bridge move, and the general was about to die.
He bent his body and avoided the attack from the sea of qi.
Zhang Cong didn't even stop, the remaining sword passed over Lei Shi's body, seemingly uncontrollably heading straight for Flying Squirrel, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Flying Squirrel's shoulder.
Lei Shi forcibly reversed his zhenqi in mid-air and changed his moves. The zhenqi was not flowing smoothly, and his face was red from holding it back. He just did a few somersaults in the air, jumped several feet away, and was far away from the battle group.
While he was still in the air, he took out a second-grade magic weapon from his storage bag. This was the key to saving his life. He waited for Zhang Cong to catch up and kill him secretly.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Cong passed him by, pointed his sword, and headed straight for Fei Shou, who was far away from the battle group.
Momonga watched his hidden weapon being scattered by the sand picked up by the tip of the sword. He was dumbfounded when he saw Zhang Cong used that strange move again, seemingly inadvertently breaking Lei Shi's Tiger Pounce, and also shot
He was forced to scramble.
Seeing that Thunder Stone was defeated, Momonga raised his hand and was about to use his hidden sword to sneak attack Zhang Cong, but he didn't expect that Zhang Cong took advantage of the situation and ran straight towards him without even turning around.
Seeing the star-like sword point heading straight towards his shoulder, Momonga cursed in his heart. Not only did he curse the dirty sword move, but he also cursed Lei Shi for being timid and afraid of death.
When Momonga cast the Hidden Blade, he relied on Kamui to use his hidden energy to deliver his true energy, so that he could control the attack of the Hidden Blade. However, the attack sword hit his weak spot, which directly disrupted his plan.
Zhang Cong's body was like a leaf, being carried away by the broken sword. Not only was there no energy at all, he looked like he had no ability to control the sword. Lei Shi couldn't help shouting:
"Momonaka, you don't have to be afraid. I think that broken sword is responsible for its own troubles. This guy has run out of energy and can't even practice sword control. I guess the sword is relying on the last bit of his remaining spirit to support it. We're fine."
You can drag that kid to death if you stop or drag him. Once that kid dies, this broken sword will naturally be broken."
At this moment, Momonga was in a hurry due to Dao Jian, so he couldn't think of dealing with Thunder Stone.
Flying Squirrel's movements were extremely fast. Before the tip of the sword could get close to him, a streak of yellow smoke had already escaped and ran towards Thunder Stone. Unexpectedly, Zhang Cong stumbled, and the broken sword in his hand actually drew a big picture as his body swayed.
lock up.
Momonga, who was halfway up in the leap, saw a ray of light with his eyes, which went straight towards his throat and swept towards him. He was frightened out of his wits. When he ran up again, the sword light hit his waist.
He is not as resistant as Thunder Stone. Momonga, who has no physical training at all, will be disemboweled immediately if he is swept by this broken sword.
Momonga was worthy of being a high-level assassin who had experienced hundreds of battles. At this moment, he did not retreat but advanced. He suddenly straightened up and turned his back to face the sword light that was sweeping towards him.
There was a loud bang, and the flying squirrel was smashed far away by the sword light like a kite with broken strings. The khaki-colored cloak originally wrapped around him was broken into two pieces. With half of the cloak flying down, another half fell.
A shiny yellow tortoise shell.
Momonga's face was flushed, and several of his whiskers stood up in anger. He didn't feel any pain when he was injured, but his tortoise shell body armor was destroyed, and he was so painful that he almost vomited blood. This was a mission he had been saving for many years.
The protective magic weapon that I had just exchanged for points from the general altar was actually destroyed by Zhang Cong's sword.
suck……
Momonga was shocked in his heart!
The level of this armor is at least Grade 2. Even if you put all your strength into it during a foundation building period, it may not be able to destroy it in one go.
But Zhang Cong was able to split an armor in half with one sword in just one period of Qi training!
