The Sword Dynasty - 601. Chapter 600 Desperate Sword

There was a soft sniff.

A scorch mark appeared on Shi Changluo’s chest, and a gray mist surged in his eyes. His whole body kept flying backwards, but his feet were always sticking to the ground and sliding.

Zhao Ce maintained the posture of swinging the sword, the vortex in front of him was cut open by this sword mark, and then burned.

Countless palm-sized dust spewed out frantically from the space a few feet in front of him, like a bunch of dead leaves of parasol trees placed in the wind and blown out.

There was always a layer of black air around the place where the soles of Master Luo’s feet were in contact with the ground, and a terrifying force continued to fall on the ground of his feet, causing numerous spider web-like cracks to appear on the ground.

Teacher Changluo was a little shocked.

He couldn’t understand that the sword that the opponent drew easily was so powerful.

Zhao Ce was also a little shocked. It was difficult for him to understand that Jian Yi had clearly penetrated into the opponent’s body, but the other party used a strange way to forcibly dissolve the power deep into his body.

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Shi Changluo was flying back, but Zhao Ce couldn’t move his sword.

This picture fell in the eyes of everyone inside and outside the city, and it was the teacher and the leader who appeared invincible.

However, Zhao Ce at this time, including some of the most powerful practitioners on this battlefield, noticed some details.

In the countless spider-web-like cracks that bloomed on the ground, some dark gray vitality surged.

These dark gray vitality are like dry bones pierced from the ground, exuding the smell of corruption, but a lot of fresh vitality is drawn sharply from this world.

Freshness is just generated, but relative.

This vitality itself exudes a strong yin and cold taste, coming from the blood and body of many practitioners who have just died on the battlefield.

This is Yin Qi. The vitality needed by practitioners who practice the way of ghosts comes from death, and it comes from the aura released by the transformation and release of some creatures who were once very powerful and accumulated a large amount of heaven and earth vitality in their bodies after their death.

This is why practitioners who practice the path of Yin Qi and ghosts often need to practice in some very ancient cemeteries.

However, there are very few practitioners who can directly attract a large amount of Yin Qi outside the body to the enemy.

Especially on the battlefield where corpses are everywhere, such a method can only be described as horror.

Practitioners who can perceive these details, including Zhao Ce himself, know that Shi Changluo’s next blow will definitely be stronger.

In a sense, the sword that Zhao Ce had just cast already possessed the charm of the legendary Zhao Jianlu Grand Master, and it was even not much different from the power of his master’s sword back then.

This is of course the strongest sword Zhao Ce can display.

Even if such a sword can’t defeat Master Changluo, is there any chance of victory?

In the eyes of all practitioners who can pay attention to these details, Zhao Ce is undoubtedly defeated.

However, Zhao Ce didn’t think so.

He shoots the sword.

Just now, a sword mark was lightly scratched in the air, and this time his sword was lifted up the sword very simply and cut down towards the teacher in front of him.

The air in front of him suddenly became extremely hot.

Even people a few hundred feet away felt the heat wave against their faces.

This kind of heat is no stranger to the practitioners around. In the various records in the world of practitioners, the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu have been accompanied by flames for a long time. In their daily practice, their bodies contain infinity. The fire intent, the heaven and earth vitality accumulated in their bodies are extremely hot.

However, what is shocking is that the enthusiasm at this time surpassed any of Zhao Ce’s previous swords, and even made people naturally produce an incredible taste.

At this moment, many exclamations naturally sounded.

The red long sword in Zhao Ce’s hand burned.

This unprecedented heat first came from the burning of the long sword in his hand.

Previously, his sword had been flowing with flames, even magma-like viscous fiery vitality, but at this time, all these practitioners who could not help but screamed could see clearly that his sword was truly , It started to burn from the inside out!

This sword exudes a strong natal aura, which is naturally the natal sword that Zhao Cewen has cultivated for many years.

The true essence and heaven and earth vitality in the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu are hot enough to melt gold and iron, so the sword fetus they have spent many years tempering is the best in the world. I don’t know how high the temperature can be. In particular, the natal sword that has been cultivated for many years is a magic weapon that no craftsman in this world can create.

However, at this time, Zhao Ce used a violent method to directly burn his sword.

It really cracks, disintegrates, and burns like dry wood.

This has nothing to do with Jianyi.

It was just an unusually pure cut, but the violent increase in temperature brought a violent increase in strength.

There is no room for maneuver.

At this moment, his natal sword turned into a violent flame with a thud, and then he held the violent flame and chopped it towards the teacher.

However, this is only the beginning.

The true essence and heaven and earth vitality in his body began to burn, transforming into terrifying enthusiasm.

Puff puff…

There was a deflagration everywhere in the air.

The traces of Yin Qi gushing from the ground all burned.

The entire space seemed to be imprisoned by fire, but there was still heaven and earth vitality around it being drawn crazy.

Before a breath, Shi Changluo’s complexion was extremely calm, and he was sure that he had been able to win the battle.

However, at this moment, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with incredible brilliance.

This is the sword, true essence, and the complete burning of life that a cultivator has tempered throughout his life. It has a determination and courage that is hard to surpass in the world.

And with the power of such a sword, he couldn’t beat it at all.

He also knew the most fundamental reason why he couldn’t match.

He believes that the outcome of kendo is based on life and death.

But the opponent’s kendo completely ignored life and death.

Regardless of whether he wins or defeats this sword, the opponent will die, and he should die too.

What is the significance of such a victory?

“Death Sword!”

These three words clearly appeared in his mind.

This is Wang Jingmeng’s evaluation of Zhao Jianlu’s practitioners.

When these three words clearly appeared in his mind at this time, a kind of unspeakable suffering filled his mouth and his whole body.

Even many years later, facing Wang Jingmeng of the year, he still couldn’t win.

Because Wang Jingmeng at that time already knew the real horror of Zhao Jianlu’s practitioners, and he knew that Zhao Jianlu’s most powerful sword was this desperate sword, but he still had the courage to fight with that master. .

But now he himself did not have the courage to face Zhao Ce’s sword.

A painful cry of indescribable meaning burst from his mouth.

All the true essence and heaven and earth vitality in his body burst out, and countless black flowers bloomed in the space. The power bursting from these flowers did not go forward, but wrapped his body and tore the space behind.

In everyone’s vision, Shi Changluo’s skin was dry and charred. All he can do is to flee back crazy and turn into a blue smoke.

This sword has already exhausted all the strength of Shi Changluo.

The burning natal sword in Zhao Ce’s hand disappeared, and the true essence in his body was also forced out, turning into hundreds of fire streams in the air in front of him.

Most of the blood in his body was burned dry by himself, and even the breath at this time caused several flames.