Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 9

[Chapter 9 Is he a monster?]

Ding Hao’s eyebrows jumped wildly.

At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling occurred uncontrollably in his heart.

“Well? Is that red shimmering light the so-called profound energy?”

“According to the memory of fusion, all human warriors in this world can master a supernatural power called Xuan Qi, and use Xuan Qi to condense twelve meridians and one hundred and eight acupoints in the body as a cultivation method…”

“The red light that appeared on this bitch just now is the embodiment of profound strength, right? However, this Song Jiannan’s strength is average, I am afraid that he has not even reached the Martial Apprentice Realm, and the red light can only last for a moment, which is not a cause for concern. ”

Ding Hao’s mind changed sharply, judging the strength of each other.

“Little bastard, today, I want you to die.” In Song Jiannan’s eyes, killing intent was burning.

He approached like a high-ranking emperor, but he didn’t expect that such a terrifying monster was hidden in the slums. He obviously didn’t cultivate any profound energy, and he didn’t even stimulate the seeds of profound energy. , he punched himself in the martial apprentice realm with one punch.

Simply a shame.

Unforgivable!

“Small bastards, I will let you die under the real swordsmanship.” Song Jiannan smiled and shot with murderous intent.

Before he finished speaking, he drew his long sword, squeezed out a sword art, and made a starting gesture.

At this moment, the aura of Song Jiannan’s whole person suddenly changed dramatically. An indescribable aura slowly spread around him, which made people feel a kind of psychological pressure.

“Huh? This is… well, interesting.”

After Ding Hao frowned slightly, he suddenly smiled.

With an idea, he clasped the hilt of the rusty sword with his palm, imitating Song Jiannan’s move, and with a long sword drawn, he made the same starting move.

An indescribable aura also slowly spread out from Ding Hao’s body, filling the air.

He was clearly imitating Song Jiannan, but Ding Hao was countless times better than Song Jiannan in terms of his moves, sword tactics, and imposing manners. In the same way, the essence and charm of the moves are vividly displayed.

“Idiot, do you think you can learn swordsmanship by following a cat and drawing a tiger? Haha, wishful thinking, little bastard, die for me!”

call out!

The long sword shook, the cold light overflowed, and Song Jiannan suddenly made a move.

His swordsmanship, called “Cross Sword”, is one of the low-level swordsmanships of the lower ranks.

The swordsmanship is unfolded, like a hurricane, like lightning fast, it is said that when you practice to the realm of Dacheng, you can chop a leaf into ten neat and even parts with one swing of the sword, and it will not be splashed or dripped.

“Good come.”

Ding Hao’s eyes became brighter and brighter.

The rusty sword in his hand shook and stabbed out abruptly, and the move was still exactly the same as Song Jiannan.

Ding Ding Ding!

Mars radiates.

The long sword and the rusted sword collided frantically.

Every time Song Jiannan made a move, Ding Hao would use the same move in the next instant.

This kind of scene is so strange that it is like a person practicing swordsmanship in front of a mirror.

Because of the adventure in the cave, the powerful physical strength that is almost abnormal can support the rusty sword in Ding Hao’s hand. Even though Song Jiannan’s long sword has the bonus of profound energy, it will not fall at all when it hits.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already made dozens of moves.

In the fenced courtyard, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the sword light suddenly appeared and disappeared, and the metal roared wildly.

After ten minutes.

Song Jiannan’s expression finally began to change.

“It’s impossible! What’s going on? How could this little bastard be able to “Cross Sword”? This is a swordsmanship that can only be mastered by the named disciples of the Sword Sect. Besides, is he a beginner? How can you be so skilled in this set of swordsmanship, even… above me?”

Song Jiannan seemed to have swallowed a dead mouse, the more he beat him, the more frightened he became.

Ding Hao’s mastery of the “Cross Sword” has become more and more skilled as time goes by.

If the first time, Song Jiannan and Ding Hao were evenly matched, then when the two used the “Cross Sword” for the second time, Ding Hao had far surpassed both in terms of proficiency and control over the artistic conception of swordsmanship. Song Jiannan has more than doubled, the sword light is getting faster and faster, the sword momentum is getting faster and faster, and Song Jiannan has gradually been unable to keep up.

finally,

Clang!

A crisp sound.

When the two swords intersected, Song Jiannan only felt a huge shock in his palm, his wrist was sore and numb, the long sword in his hand could no longer be held, and he let go and flew out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ding Hao didn’t stop, he struck back with a sword.

Before Song Jiannan could react, the Rusty Sword’s ridge slapped his face violently three times in a row like lightning.

“puff……”

This arrogant Wen Jianzong named disciple, blood splashed from his mouth, and his whole body was pumped out like a rag sack.

Seeing such an astonishing scene, Zhao Xingcheng and the others, who were watching the battle, watched as the souls of the dead fluttered, as if they were struck by lightning, and they felt chills all over.

“Pfft… how dare you…”

Song Jiannan fell heavily to the ground in a great embarrassment, his face flushed, he couldn’t help spurting another mouthful of blood, half got up in anger and wanted to say a few words…

However, when he saw that Ding Hao’s sword was incessant, the moment he swung a sword, he instantly chopped a leaf into several neat parts, like a duck strangled by his neck, he was horrified and didn’t dare to say anything. said.

Ding Hao did not stop there.

He was immersed in the world of swords and continued to evolve swordsmanship.

Soon, the whole person entered the mysterious and mysterious state of enlightenment again.

The rusty sword changed again and again in his hand, like a crimson light ball, rolling around the body, suddenly appearing and disappearing, the sword wind whistled, splitting the air, it was amazing.

This is the third time Ding Hao has used the “Cross Sword”.

But the sword light had already reached the point where it was difficult to discern with the naked eye, like a red shroud, misted over Ding Hao’s whole body. In the end, even the sound of the sword breaking through the air could not be heard, and only a blurred sword light remained.

This is the highest level of the “Cross Sword”, cutting leaves into ten, and no water can enter.

This scene made Song Jiannan lose his mind, as if he had seen a ghost.

“Cross Sword” was originally his proud swordsmanship.

Since entering the Sword Sect, he has been practicing painstakingly for more than a year, and his profound energy has not entered the realm, but this sword technique has reached the realm of entering the room. , took off the word “registered name” on his head and became an official outer disciple.

Who knew that this beggar-like young man in front of him had only reached the realm of great achievement for the third time. Could it be that he is a demon?

This kind of blow simply made Song Jiannan furious.

Buzz!

The red sword light instantly converged, and Ding Hao finally drew his sword and stood.

His body was steaming hot with white steam, and his body was as straight as a javelin. Although he was dressed in tattered clothes, it seemed to exude an unbelievable light.