The sword of crossing the sky

Chapter 140 One Flower, One Leaf, One Bodhi
The sword light across the arena is so charming, as if it is the most beautiful thing in the world, people can't help but be addicted to it.

And good things always fade away. When the sword light dissipated and the scene above the arena was revealed, the warriors below the arena couldn't help but take a breath.

On the ring that was already full of scars, Ye Suxin wore a moon-white long dress, with a light gauze on her face, her posture was elegant and graceful, and her temperament was dusty, like a fairy left in the mortal world.

But Zhu Yan was dressed in rags, showing a beautiful scenery. A hideous wound spread on her smooth and delicate shoulders, and a thin red line at her throat was clearly visible, which was shocking.

"In the sixth match of the fourth round knockout, Ye Suxin, a disciple of the First Demon Sect, won!"

After the referee made the announcement, the warriors in the audience cheered and shouted for Fairy Su Xin.

Obviously, Ye Su's fairy-like temperament and the grace of that sword completely convinced the warriors watching the battle, making them admire and admire him.

Zhu Yan snorted coldly, and stepped off the ring with a gloomy face. She, Zhu Yan, remembered this hatred, and she would definitely not let it go.

"The seventh round of the fourth knockout round will start now. Zong Ming, a disciple of the White Horse Temple, will face Su Mu, a disciple of the Tiansha Sect!"

Su Mu stepped onto the ring with a calm expression and looked at Zong Ming who was already on the ring indifferently.

Zong Ming also looked at Su Mu with a calm expression, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, without the compassion of a monk.

The two knew that their hatred could not be resolved, and they were relatively silent, but their auras had already intersected, and they kept colliding fiercely.

"The competition begins!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Su Mu stepped forward and the Guanyi Sword was instantly unsheathed.

"One sword is endless!"

Walking with the sword, the distance of several feet is fleeting, and a point of sharpness points directly at Zong Ming's throat, and the murderous intent is overwhelming!
Zong Ming was fearless, and with a dark shout, the purple-gold color spread all over his body in an instant, pointing out with one finger, the wind of his finger was sharp, and he did not lose the wind.

"Polo flowers are blooming, Doro is pointing!"

Ding!Fingers and swords exchanged blows without giving in, hundreds of sharp Wuji sword energy erupted, but they only left white marks on Zong Ming's purple and gold body.

Su Mu's eyes froze slightly, this vajra indestructibility magic is so miraculous, it is worthy of being the foundation of the White Horse Temple.

The Guanyin Sword changed its sword posture, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, looking forward and suddenly behind. Countless sword shadows pointed at the eyes, nose, throat and other fragile doors. At the same time, a sword light silently fell into the edge of the ring. Under the ground.

The eyes, nose, and throat are the hidden doors that Ye Zhiqiu mentioned before. The Vajra Immortal Art of the White Horse Temple is indeed overbearing and mysterious. It can be compared with Zong Ming's skill. Although he has become a purple-gold body, the eyes, nose, and throat are still his vulnerable parts. Where the cover door is.

These barriers will gradually disappear only when one becomes a jade body of a higher level, and will disappear completely until one reaches the highest level of a flawless body.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Su Mu's goal was where these traps were located.

But to Zong Ming, these hidden doors are not a secret, so they have already experienced many battles and are not chaotic at all.

Raising the palm upright, the Great Mercy and Great Compassion Thousand-leaf Palm is transformed into a shadow. The shadow of the palm fills the air and faces the shadow of the sword one by one without any omission.

However, Zong Ming's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly withdrew his left palm and slapped it to the side.

when!
At the critical moment, the Wuying Sword's attack was blocked, but this was only the beginning.

Su Mu flicked his wrist, and the sword intent in the sky suddenly retracted, and a sword stabbed out in an ordinary way, nothing fancy at all.

The Broken Palm Style of Dugu's Nine Swords.

However, it is not the original Broken Palm Sword Style. After completely absorbing the essence of the Dugu Nine Swords taught by the system, Su Mu adjusted the relevant sword styles based on his own understanding to make it more suitable for him.

But Zong Ming felt extremely uncomfortable when the sword light fell on Zong Ming, as if he made a mistake no matter how he swung the palm, and he would miss it, so he hesitated slightly when he swung the palm.

This stagnation fell into Su Mu's eyes, and the flaws were fully exposed. He suddenly exerted force, and the sword speed suddenly accelerated. The mysterious trajectory passed through the palm shadow in the sky and pointed at Zong Ming's right eye.

Zong Ming's face darkened, and he withdrew his left palm. Regardless of the possible attack of Wuying Sword, he blocked the attack of Guanyi Sword in time. At the same time, his right palm followed closely, attacking Guanyi Sword fiercely and domineeringly.

The corner of Su Mu's mouth was lightly raised, and the Guanyi sword in his hand suddenly spun, the sword was fierce, and the sword intent burst out, turning sideways at once, facing his right palm.

The Shadowless Sword roared towards Zong Ming's eyes again with a sharp sword light.

With a heavy drink all over his body, Zong Ming's left palm blocked the only way for the Shadowless Sword in time.

Ding!when!Zong Ming calmly blocked Su Mu's double-sword attack again, but Su Mu didn't care. He told Zong Ming a story with swordsmanship, and it was just the beginning.

This round of offensive kept everyone in the ring transfixed. Although there was no grand or impressive attack at this time, the two men were fighting in close quarters. The dangerous and exciting scenes made them hold their breath and pay full attention.

And looking at the scene, it seemed that Su Mu had the upper hand.

However, the next scene surprised many fighters. They saw Su Mu retreating one step, and the Shadowless Sword quickly returned to its sheath. The same was true for the Guanyi Sword, as if abandoning the advantage of the previous round of offensive.

Zong Ming was confused, but his guard remained unabated. Suddenly, Zong Ming's pupils shrank sharply, and his right palm was urgently placed in front of his throat.

I saw a little bit of cold light piercing Zong Ming's right palm, and at the same time, another point of cold light directly hit Zong Ming's heart.

The tip of the sword is cold and sharp. Although the Vajra Immortal Art is invincible in defense, it is still pierced by the sudden tip of the Guanyi sword.

But the Guanyi Sword couldn't go any further, it stopped here.

Taking a step back, putting the sword back into its sheath, Su Mu looked at Zong Ming calmly, already thinking about it.

Although this Vajra Immortality Magical Art is a defensive magical skill, Zong Ming's movement speed and reaction speed are average. In this way, Wuji swordsmanship can be used to distract his mind.

At this time, Zong Ming's expression was serious. Judging by Su Mu's appearance, he should already know his shortcoming, but this is not a secret. People who have practiced the Vajra Immortality in the White Horse Temple through the ages have their shortcoming in body speed.

This can only be regarded as a small shortcoming. Since his own defense is invincible and he is already invincible, there is no benefit in pursuing speed.

Each martial arts school has its own theory, but now Su Mu feels that Zong Ming is like a wooden pile, thick and durable, but not sharp in attack.

"One sword is silent!"

Su Mu's footsteps moved a little, and the Guanyi sword came out of its sheath with a clang.

The shadowless sword in the black jade sword box was not far behind. With a clear sound, it also stabbed Zong Ming.

There was no trace of the sword, and the body followed the sword. The short distance of one foot passed by in the blink of an eye, and the two swords headed towards Zong Ming's throat and heart.

Facing such a fast sword, Zong Ming concentrated his attention on it, took root in the ground, responded to all changes with the same, and slapped out his palms in an orderly manner, intending to stop this fast sword.

Su Mu's face was calm, and when he raised his sword finger, the ethereal sword intent that had been accumulated for a long time under the ring immediately drew endless gas and turned into unparalleled sword energy, which rose straight up, dense like a forest, and pierced Zong Ming like a gust of wind.

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