The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 471
"The realm of the Heavenly Sword really deserves its reputation..."

The mysterious swordsman stared at Wuming who probed the void, and said with a sneer.

Wuming frowned slightly when he heard this person's voice. The most inexplicable grief was to disturb the opponent's mind with compassion.

But judging from the aura of the person in front of him, it seems that the inexplicable swordsmanship cannot affect the xinxing of the person in front of him.

Bang!
There was a shock, and there was a burst of energy between Wuming and the mysterious swordsman.

And amidst the surging energy, the plain towel wrapped by the mysterious man was finally shattered.

It was only then that everyone could see clearly that this man was actually covered with iron armor, leaving only two bright eyes outside.

"It's just that if the so-called Central Plains martial arts myth has this ability..."

Halfway through the man's words, a long sword with a strange shape flew out instantly, heading straight for Wuming's eyebrows.

The swordsman followed closely behind, and when the saber was about to hit Wuming, his right hand just caught the hilt of the sword.

"Suffer to death!"

With a stern shout, the swordsman's whole body turned into the long sword in his hand, and countless sword qi exuding terrifying aura scattered in all directions.

Knowing the power of the sword energy, Wuming took a step back, and the hero sword fell into his hand.

Thousands of sword qi criss-crossed, seeming to envelop the world outside Chengtian Gate, and Wuming who was in it seemed to hear countless shrill howls amidst the thousands of sword qi.

In an instant, the originally majestic Chengtian Gate seemed to have fallen into Senluo Purgatory.

What is terrifying is not the ten thousand sword qi, but the ubiquitous evil aura emanating from this square inch.

"Wan Dao Senluo?!"

After all, Wuming is a top expert from the Sword Sect, and he could tell the origin of this sword move from the first moment he was in the sword formation.

"Hey, I didn't expect that there are people in the Central Plains who recognize the old man's unique move, Wuming, but it's one thing to be able to see it, but another thing to be able to get out of this Wandao Senluo!"

The mysterious swordsman laughed wildly, and then the strange long sword in his hand trembled again, and countless evil spirits rushed into the formation again.

Faced with such a fierce method, Wuming, who seemed to be deeply involved in it, just held the broken sword and said four words.

"Evil can never prevail against good!"

After saying that, Wushuang lay on the hero sword in his hands, and walked towards the mysterious swordsman step by step, seemingly leisurely.

The evil sword energy all around seemed to be dispelled by a very mysterious force when it encountered Wuming.

Heavenly Sword!

For Jiang Hu martial arts, this is a supreme state of swordsmanship.

But in the whole world, only the Ni Bodhisattva and the Monk Emperor know that the realm of the nameless Heavenly Sword is the same as Fengyun's Moke Wuliang, which was brought out from the mother's womb!
Wan Dao Senluo is the ultimate swordsmanship in the way of swordsmanship. There are more than tens of thousands of sword skills in the world, but there are really very few who can compare to this move of Wan Dao Senluo.

It's just that this kind of thing is most afraid of comparing with each other.

Compared with ordinary swordsmanship, Wan Dao Senluo must be unrivaled, but compared with the Heavenly Sword realm of Tianjue, it is really inferior.

Seeing Wuming walking out of the Senluo world step by step, Hayato Tianyin frowned slightly, clenched the Battle Soul Sword with one hand, and a bloodstain was drawn across the palm of his left hand amidst the flashing light of the sword.

The battle soul sword devoured Hayato Tianyin's blood essence, and the sword formation in that square inch became more fierce.

And Wuming also stopped at this time, as if blocked by the endless terrifying sword energy.

"Being able to stand under the old man's sword for such a long time, your swordsmanship is also worthy of your legendary reputation in the Central Plains martial arts!"

Hayato Tianyin saw Wuming stop, but he didn't care in the slightest.

Holding the Battle Soul Sword in his right hand, the body of the sword turned into a stream of light, following the movement of the sword, he went straight to Wuming in the Senluo formation.

There were only dozens of steps between the two, and it seemed that Hayato was hidden in the sky, and almost everyone had already killed Wuming with their swords before they could blink.

"not good!"

Seeing Hayato Tianyin's fatal blow, Lao Tianhuang, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly.

In order to enter the Central Plains, he had a very detailed understanding of the major masters in the Central Plains, and in Absolutely Wushen Wushenjue Palace, there are also many secret files recording the strength of the Central Plains masters.

With Tianjian Wuming's name on this day, no matter what, he can be ranked in the top five.

And the strength that Wuming showed just now seems a bit too unbelievable.

At the same time, on the sky outside the Chengtian Gate, Zhao Yu, who returned to Tongfu Inn after all the people settled down, pouted at this time.

He fought against Wuming twice, seemingly defeating this martial arts myth with ease, but he still didn't dare to underestimate Wuming's swordsmanship.

No one noticed that Yujian was in the air.

For one thing, he now has hundreds of feet of sword, and the energy of ordinary people can't spread so far.

Secondly, the golden bell cover that broke the boundary has been crossed, and the acupoints in the whole body have been fully integrated. As long as Zhao Yu thinks about it, the breath in his whole body will not leak a single bit.

"This guy finally got the hang of it..."

Looking at Wuming who was standing there and staring at the approaching War Soul Sword, Zhao Yu nodded slightly.

Hayato Tianyin slashed open the world of Senluo with a sword, and the tip of the sword of the soul of war reached Wuming's eyebrows.

Seeing that he was about to kill this Central Plains martial arts myth, he didn't want Wuming to let go of the right hand holding the hero's sword tightly at this time.

Stretch out your two fingers, firmly gripping the sword of the soul of war.

Before Hayato Tianyin drew his sword, the heroic sword that was already incomplete suddenly burst into countless sword shards with a mournful cry...

The energy scattered in all directions made Hayato Tianyin's energy stagnate, and when he was about to use his internal energy, he found that Wuming's eyes were shining brightly in front of him.

Grabbing the sword with his right hand, he raised his left hand abruptly, pointing his two fingers together to form a sword, and Wuming pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

Following the nameless movement, streams of pure sword energy vented from the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, and flowed along the arms to the War Soul Sword.

"Use my heavenly sword to break your evil sword!!"

Wuming let out a low cry, and the sword light surged in the acupuncture points all over his body, and then the pure sword energy was released from the eyebrows, forming a torrent of sword energy.

"You don't want to die?!"

It was only at this time that Hayato Tianyin realized that his expression changed drastically.

It's not that Wuming can't get out of his Senluo world, it's just that Wuming shows his weakness to the enemy in order to die with him!
Dongying said that the Tianyin people were cruel and violent, but they didn't think that the righteous swordsman in the Central Plains would be just as crazy if he was impatient.

"How can a barbarian understand the truth of killing one's life for benevolence?"

Wuming smiled indifferently, the pure sword intent between the eyebrows became more fierce, and the sword energy gushed out from the [-] acupuncture points all over his body.

"Enter the city!"

The old man watching from a distance saw the truth, and then gave a low shout to Huangying beside him.

Huang Ying frowned slightly when he heard the words, he didn't like to take advantage of others' danger, but the situation was beyond his control at the moment.

The knife was out of its sheath in shock at the back, and a ray of the knife shot straight into the sky.

At this moment, Wuming used himself as a sacrifice to block the three masters of Dongpu. At this moment, he was powerless to stop a young swordsman.

"Oh Nima..."

Above the nine heavens, staring at the nameless Zhao Yu with all his heart, he staggered in fright at the sudden light of the Jingji Dao that soared into the sky.

Looking intently, a figure passed Chengtian Gate and landed on the Dragon Road.

The Jingji knife was lifted up abruptly, and a frightening light of the knife approached Fengtian Temple.

At this moment, Nie Feng, who was standing outside the hall, had already sensed this saber energy, and immediately swept his body, followed closely by the long saber in his hand.

The light of the Jingji knife covering the sky fell down, and before it touched the dragon path, a wisp of knife light slashed out from the direction of Fengtian Temple.

When the two collided, after all, the light from the Jing Ji Dao was the stronger.

The horizontal slashing blade light was smashed, and then the blade energy swept across the dragon path, opening a huge ditch in the originally flat dragon path.

As the dust settled, a ray of red light broke into the dragon path, blocking Huangying's way.

Nie Feng was wearing a red robe over a white shirt, holding a broken knife forged from fine iron in his hand.

As soon as they fought, the knife in Nie Feng's hand was split into two by the Jing Ji knife.

"Your Excellency, what a powerful sword technique!"

Nie Feng held half a broken knife, looked at Huang Ying not far away, and sighed slightly.

Facing Nie Feng's praise, Huangying just shook her head slightly, then raised the Jingji knife in her hand, and said in a cold voice: "It's just taking advantage of the magic weapon. If you talk about the sword technique, you can use it as an ordinary soldier. Taking this sword from me shows that your sword skills have reached perfection!"

ok...

The fight outside was in full swing, but the two people in front of them started admiring each other on their own.

"Your Excellency is too modest. I made a gesture just now. I was lucky. If Your Excellency hadn't stopped in the end, maybe it would have been more than a broken knife..."

Nie Feng glanced at the broken knife in his hand and said with a light smile.

"What the hell are you talking about, cut him off!"

Just when Nie Feng wanted to say some humble words, he didn't want to hear a loud shout from above his head.

Before the two people present could react, a cold light went straight to Nie Feng.

Huang Ying frowned slightly when she heard the sudden voice, but she didn't notice the man's aura at all.

And when Nie Feng heard this voice, a wry smile appeared on his face.

It's just that there is a little more peace of mind in this wry smile.

Especially the few people outside Fengtian Hall, when they heard this voice, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as that guy is around, today's extremely dangerous fight will be treated as entertainment.

And when Zhao Yu's voice appeared, the middle door of Fengtian Hall finally opened slowly, and Jiang Yuyan, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, walked out of the hall gracefully!

Nie Feng's figure moved, and before the cold light fell to the ground, he held it in the palm of his hand.

Huangying waited for Nie Feng to get down, and then fixed her eyes, and saw that this young swordsman who was about the same age as her own had an extra cold long knife in his hand.

"Snow Drinking Knife?"

Huang Ying is crazy about swords, no less than the second sword emperor. He is quite clear about all kinds of precious swords, whether they are from Japan or from the Central Plains.

Seeing the treasured sword in Nie Feng's hand at this moment, the breath alone is not inferior to the Jingji in his hand, even better.

"Please!"

Huangying didn't show the slightest timidity, instead her eyes flickered with brilliance, the Jingji knife sank slightly, and said a word of please to Nie Feng.

Nie Feng held the knife in his right hand, took a step back slightly, and stared at Huang Ying opposite him calmly.

The Jingji knife was raised slightly, and the hilt covered half of Huangying's face.

But at this moment, Huangying was very surprised. Looking from the hole in the handle of the Jingji knife, it seemed that the whole body of the swordsman on the opposite side was shrouded in a wave of energy, which was ethereal.

He practiced the seven-style sword intent, and his inner strength circulated in the Jingji Dao, and he could see the strength of the opponent's strength through the hole in the handle.

But when this trick was used on the person opposite, it obviously didn't work at all.

Through the hole in the hilt of the Jingji knife, Huang Ying saw that Nie Feng's energy was gathering and dispersing, and he seemed to be an ordinary martial artist who had never mastered martial arts.

But how can someone who can take over his own golden saber energy with an ordinary steel saber before be an ordinary martial artist?
"drink!"

Doubts arose in Huang Ying's heart. He knew that if this went on, his saber will would collapse without a fight, so he stopped hesitating and raised the blade, a flash of golden aura, and went straight to Nie Feng.

Nie Feng with Xueyin knife in his hand, and him without Xueyin knife are completely different concepts.

When the golden sword glow fell, Nie Feng took another step back, raised the sword with his right hand, and placed the broad back of the sword on his left shoulder. At the moment when the Huangying sword glow fell, he turned around and picked up Xueyin.

A glaring blade glow slanted upwards, shattering Huangying's blade energy in an instant.

After shattering Huangying's saber energy, the saber light fell down, and Nie Feng walked with the saber, sweeping through thousands of troops with one move, and falling towards Huangying's face.

In terms of internal strength, Huangying at this time is probably half a chip higher than Nie Feng. Of course, this is Nie Feng who has not inspired Mo Ke Wuliang.

But in terms of moves, although the seven-style sword intent is powerful, there is still a big gap compared to the Aohan Liujue that Yu Xueyindao and Nie's blood have figured out.

When the blade light fell, Huangying turned in shock in his hand, his waist sank slightly, and the blade pointed upwards to firmly resist the fierce blade energy that swept down.

The intersection of the two is only two strokes, but the entire dragon path has already changed beyond recognition.

If the fight continues, it is estimated that Zhao Yu will have to take people to Japan to demand compensation after killing all the people outside Chengtian Gate.

Fortunately, although Huang Ying is crazy about knives, she is not aggressive.Nie Feng was even more so, he would never use a knife if he could reason.

As the saber's force dissipated, Huang Ying raised her head and glanced at Nie Feng who had also withdrawn her saber not far away.

"I lost..."

It seems that Huangying has no intention of covering up the failure.

When Nie Feng saw Huang Ying who was so calm, he couldn't help but feel good about him. On the contrary, Zhao Yu, who was watching the battle, curled his lips subconsciously.

For Huang Ying to do this, in the eyes of a narrow-minded person like Zhao Yu, it would be calm at best, but shameless at worst!
"You just don't want to fight me..."

Although Nie Feng is kind, being kind does not mean being stupid.

Ever since he fought Huangying, he had already noticed that this guy had no intention of winning or losing.

"If you lose, you lose. It's just you and me fighting, it's inevitable!"

Huangying was a bachelor, she shook her head, turned around and put away the Jingji knife, and was about to leave the palace.

But he didn't want to, he had just turned around and hadn't taken two steps when a sword energy instantly lifted the dirt in front of him.

A narrow but bottomless gap appeared under his feet.

Although the gap was small, Huang Ying was secretly surprised by the sword intent contained in it.

If this person makes a move, he probably won't even have a chance to make a knife.

"One year later, I will come to the capital to fight Nie Feng again, and no matter if I win or lose, I will help you!"

Huang Ying raised her head, and her voice was transmitted far away through her inner strength.

"..."

No one answered Huang Ying's words.

But this time, no one stopped him from leaving the palace.

(End of this chapter)