Deity of the Cursed Sword

"clang--"

There was a sound.

Fists communicate with sword blades.

Murong Ziying couldn't even understand how he retreated!

The body seems to no longer belong to itself, and it is moving backwards quickly, no matter how hard it is, it cannot be changed. The powerful force spread from the sword to the whole body, the bones creaked, and pain spread to every corner of the body. The trees on both sides were passing by at a rapid speed, so fast that Murong Ziying could not see the specific trees. Only a piece of lush green, covering the eyes.

The only reminder of Murong Ziying's reasons is Chu Tian standing in the same place.

Chu Tian's fist still maintains a state of attack. As if, just punched.

"Is the elder?"

Murong Ziying thought in my heart.

Just a punch, Murong Ziying didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, that is to say, the elder blasted this punch with pure physical strength!

Unbelievable!

From the tone of Master Zong Lian, Murong Ziying learned some of the situation at that time. It seems that the two had a dispute, and then Chu Tian defeated Elder Zong Lian! Although Chu Tian has been constantly overestimating Chu Tian, ​​Murong Ziying only found out how terrifying this legendary elder was in the real duel!

Just the power of the flesh is too fast for him to catch!

Can't catch, how to fight!

At the moment when Murong Ziying distracted, the opposite Chu Tian disappeared again.

Murong Ziying's heart instantly rose to his throat!

"Where? Impossible in front, left? Right? No—" Murong Ziying suddenly saw Tianzhu's sword body.

With the shadow of the shiny sword body, Murong Ziying saw Chu Tian standing behind him. Chu Tianzheng was leisurely behind Murong Ziying, retreating at the same speed, but did not rush to punch.

It seems to be too arrogant and disdain to shoot so quickly.

"Good opportunity! I'm afraid that Master's long-cherished wish can't be completed, but at least I can't lose too badly and embarrass Master! I want, seize this opportunity!"

Murong Ziying remembered the cultivation of Elder Zong Lian.

Even if you try your best, you still have to contribute to Master ’s will! Murong Ziying held her breath, her body's spiritual power steadily condensed toward the sword in her hand.

Tianzhu seems to be really illusory, and a ray of light is shining, which is the full power of Murong Ziying.

The almost out-of-control body was finally able to move a little under full strength.

The inertia caused by Chu Tian's punch is too great!

Only one arm can move now!

However, it is enough!

"The truth is like a sword!"

Murong Ziying quickly moved, and a ray of light was blooming on the sword. The majestic sword spirit, like the towering sword, swept towards Chu Tian.

The fierce killing moves have both the fierceness of ordinary attacking immortality and the ethereal and unreal, unpredictable feeling. This is the signature sword art of Qionghua School!

The trees collapsed, the soil on the ground surged into the sky, and a gust of wind screamed. Murong Ziying exhausted his whole body's strength. The movement was so great that the whole foot of the mountain could be felt!

However, Chu Tian has never been unhurried.

Nodding his head, Chu Tian looked calm and rarely said a compliment: "Reluctantly. However, the sword moves are a bit overbearing. It should be noted that the swords are overbearing things, not to mention the killing moves. ? "

While talking, Chu Tian reached out his hand.

The sword energy across from him was very fast, and Chu Tian's movement was very slow.

But as if the two staggered time and space, Chu Tian's very slow hand, actually blocked Murong Ziying's sword energy before it reached his body.

Completely subverted Murong Ziying's common sense!

Chu Tian's five fingers lightly grasped and said:

"Zong Lian could actually use this material to make such a sword, which is also a genius. Reluctantly ... I can afford it!"

With the five fingers together, Murong Ziying instantly discovered that a huge sense of depression was surrounding him. As if five fingers, the whole world is included!

One piece of spiritual power gathered at Chu Tian's five-finger fingertips, and instantly became fierce. The violent energy can easily resist Murong Ziying's tricks. Then, keep moving forward—

An incredible scene happened.

Murong Ziying finally understood why Zong Lian collapsed for three years.

so horrible!

——In the view of Murong Ziying, this handle can even be said to be a "sword of the gods". Under the sky of Chu Tian, ​​it squeaked and cracked, like a spider web class walking around the sword intensively. Body, the horror! It seems that it will break at any time!

"Elder, hand--"

The four words of mercy haven't been finished yet, and a disastrous scene has already happened.

Tianzhu "snapped" and the cracks on the entire sword sounded at the same time! The whole sword, completely scattered along the cracks, dissipated fragilely like flour ...

The broken pieces are all over the ground ...

"boom----"

There was a loud noise.

Murong Ziying flew upside down and fell to the ground. Chu Tian's volley only caught the sword. After all, this was equivalent to Zong Lian's challenge to Chu Tian. Murong Ziying was just shocked by the aftermath of this trick and flew ...

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"How ... how could ... cough cough cough cough!"

Murong Ziying coughed while looking at the bare hilt in his hand. Did Master feel the same way back then?

Looking at the big elder who was blushing and panting in the distance, Murong Ziying had a hard time in his heart.

It was just a catch from volley.

He destroyed an Excalibur.

His master's efforts in those years were nothing more than a trivial praise from this man. The elder, far more terrifying than the legend ...

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Murong Ziying staggered up and bowed to salute: "Thank you, Elder Xie ... cough cough ... enlightenment! If Ziying succeeds in another day, he will come again ... Challenge, cough , But the teacher's last wish! Ziying, Ziying will build an elder sword that is hard to destroy ... cough cough cough cough! "

Murong Ziying said while coughing.

Chu Tian said lightly: "Well, I'm waiting for you, go."

"Yes, elder!"

Murong Ziying saluted respectfully, picked up his original sword, wobbled, and flew towards the sky. Chu Tian's injuries in this battle will take at least half a month to recover ...

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"--Uncle Ziying, Uncle Ziying! Really, don't wait for us!"

Murong Ziying had just left her forefoot, and the two Qionghua students behind him came.

A girl about twelve years old, a man of seventeen or eighty years old, all dressed in Qionghua School's clothing, and are also disciples of Qionghua School.

It was the male disciple, older and polite. I just heard the conversation between Chu Tian and Murong Ziying, and quickly saluted: "Huaishu, see the elders!"

After finishing speaking, quickly whispered to the little girl around: "Xuan Ji, hurry up, this is the elder elder, hurry up! Elder elder, but the master uncle, don't lose the etiquette ...