The Sword Dynasty - 600. Chapter 599

“That said, so many of us at Zhao Jianlu have always blamed him.”

Zhao Ce sighed softly, “However, he has no good end. It is worse than my master. My master is an unbeliever and has nothing to do with the world, but he believes in the wrong person.”

Master Luo looked at him non-committal without saying anything.

The battle with Wang Jingmeng changed the trajectory of his life. If there was no such person as Wang Jingmeng in this world, perhaps he would be the first person in the world, the sword idiot of the Bashan sword field, and the most powerful genius.

However, even if he failed to assassinate Wang Jingmeng, he suffered too much damage and slowed down his spiritual progress, which had a great impact on his practice throughout his life, but it was his own choice, like Wang Jingmeng. The enemy, he does not have much hatred.

Zhao Ce thought for a while, and then seriously asked, “So to be fair, do you think that if Wang Jingmeng and my master were in a battle, who would win?”

Teacher Zhangluo shook his head: “Speaking of the truth, I think your Master will win, Wang Jingmeng is unbreakable. Any trick is easy to come by, and any trick will turn corruption into magic in his hands. His sword is as wonderful as Tiancheng, every flow of vitality seems to be in its original position. But no matter how sophisticated sword moves are always there to follow, your master’s sword moves are sometimes close to the intuition of the body, which is the natural communication between the sword master’s body and vitality. Reaction. But who can tell this kind of thing clearly, whose opinion does not represent the result itself, a swordsman’s life will go through countless stages, Wang Jingmeng during the three dynasties of Han, Zhao and Wei, and finally at Changling. At that time, Wang Jingmeng was different. Think about how old your master was at that time, and how long Wang Jingmeng has been practicing swordsmanship. If you have another ten years to come, who will win?”

“You are right. My people from Zhao Jianlu are obsessed with this matter.”

Zhao Ce nodded and said no more. He raised the sword in his hand, crossed his chest, and said to the teacher: “Please.”

When he said the word “please”, it meant the real beginning of the battle.

The terrifying heat that had been surging in the air suddenly disappeared, and all returned to his body and the long sword in his hand.

The flame disappeared from the long sword in his hand, which was originally bursting with dazzling flames, and the whole long sword became like ordinary iron, but his whole person seemed to have swallowed all the flames, and his skin glowed with ruby jade. Like luster.

The most frightening thing is his double pupils.

His pupils completely turned scarlet red, crystal clear like gems, completely filled with an insane and violent atmosphere.

Without any normal human nature, it is completely a complete magical nature.

In the world of cultivators, if a cultivator falls completely into the world created by his sword intent, and his mind is trapped in it, he cannot extricate himself from it.

This is a terrible thing for the practitioners themselves.

However, Zhao Ce’s first sword was to enchant himself.

His sword hasn’t really been pierced out, and the world around him and the teacher’s body is full of his devilish killing intent.

In the sky where the ordinary practitioners looked absolutely empty, large flowers of gray dust began to appear, like gray snow falling one after another.

A black ripple rippled from around the teacher Changluo’s body like a current, and then the ripple turned into a wave, constantly tapping the surrounding void.

Shi Changluo began to draw the sword. There was nothing in his hand, but his right hand went deep outside from his chest. A dark hilt appeared in his right hand, and one end of the ghostly thick flames connected to his chest.

For a while, even the sounds of siege from all over the city fell silent.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a contest between Zhao Jianlu and Bashan Sword Field. All the practitioners inside and outside the city knew that the fighting between the two had already begun in space.

A strange natal aura continued to expand with Master Changluo’s sword-drawing momentum, and thick black natal vitality continued to gush out of his chest, and then it continued to become a sword body in Master Changluo’s hands.

He seemed to be pulling out a dark bone from his body.

His movements are very slow.

The picture at this time is very strange.

It seems that one person is just drawing the sword intently, while the other person is just quietly letting himself be enchanted, but there are more and more large swaths of gray dust falling in the air.

When the tip of the pitch-black sword in Master Luo’s hand finally appeared, he finished drawing the sword. At the moment when the tip of the sword was separated from his body, hundreds of black lines were drawn, and then a shadow of a human figure was blacked out by these black lines. The thread pulled out of his body.

With this sword, Master Changluo was like pulling out his soul.

All the gray dust that was falling in the air and the gray dust that had fallen on the ground danced wildly, rushing to Zhao Ce’s body.

The gray dust piled up like a shell, instantly filling Zhao Ce’s body, turning Zhao Ce into a gray stone statue.

However, in the next instant, the eyes of the stone statue burned, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.

This stone statue seems to have been enchanted.

There was a crack, which sounded from the sword held by Zhao Ce.

Many burning dust particles flew from the cracks on the gray stone shell of the sword, and then these dust particles flew away, cutting off the cultivator’s perception.

Everyone can clearly see Zhao Ce standing there, the stone shell cracking and burning, but everyone can’t perceive his existence.

The first is enchantment, and then the judgment, like the supreme sword intent of the Lingxu Sword Gate.

Teacher Zhangluo could not perceive the existence of Zhao Ce, but his mood did not fluctuate at all, because he knew very well that his previous blow could not completely defeat Zhao Ce, and now it is not him that Zhao Ce is showing. The strongest means.

The dark long sword in his hand made a soft sound.

A lot of black human-like vitality surged out.

A black spot of light suddenly appeared on the ground in front of Zhao Ce, and then it condensed into a black bamboo shoot.

With the growth of this bamboo shoot, a strange power constantly impacted the space where Zhao Ce was located.

Pieces of glass-like crystal light scattered in all directions, as if many mirrors were broken at the same time.

Zhao Ce’s figure completely disappeared there.

When he appeared in everyone’s eyes in the next instant, he had already appeared less than seven feet in front of Shi Changluo.

boom!

The magic light in his eyes has disappeared, but the entire body and the long sword burned violently as never before, exploded outwards, and then as his simple and violent sword slashed, the flames rose again, forming a shape around his body. The real flame furnace, and then this entire flame furnace is like a drop of water, flowing down from the tip of his sword, the space trembles again, and the teacher will be covered!

The black long sword in Master Luo’s hand disappeared, and his single palm was slightly erected, and a thin black smoke was flying upwards where the black natal long sword disappeared.

His whole person is divided into black and white from the middle. The left half of the body is so black that you can’t see your face, while the right half is dazzlingly white, shooting out ten thousand rays of light. A terrifying force is condensed into a single line, and the furnace is condensed. Cut from it too!

Zhao Ce’s brows furrowed deeply, and the method of the ghosts and ghosts that Shi Changluo had cultivated from nowhere was integrated with the sword scriptures of the Bashan sword field. At this time, the strange power made him impossible to measure.

At the moment the furnace sword was broken, he only felt an invisible vortex appeared in front of him.

This invisible vortex has two completely different powers from Yang to Yin, some of which even come from the power of a sword he just displayed.

He couldn’t break the blow of the teacher’s long line.

He can even be sure that at any instant before today, he will never win against such a teacher.

Today he doesn’t think so.

Because just before he drew that sword mark, he felt like he was on the scene, and finally captured the charm of the sword that his master had back then.

He didn’t have any other distracting thoughts in his mind at this time, but it was very simple, and he moved forward again to draw out the sword mark.

The flaming sword swept across the air in front of him.

A fiery red sword mark appeared in the air.