The sword of crossing the sky

Chapter 141

Sword Nine——Samsara moves in an instant, and the attack is swift and violent, unexpected.

Facing this sudden underground attack, Zong Ming was shocked. He was only focused on dealing with those two sword moves, but unexpectedly forgot Su Mu's sword move.

At this time, Zong Ming's palms had already been extended, resisting Guan Yi, the two Wuying swords, it was difficult to take back for a while.

As for hastily withdrawing from the attack range of the sword energy from the ground, Zong Ming never thought about it.

If he retreats rashly and is pulled by Qi, there are two sharp sword lights in front of him and endless cold sword Qi below, then what will greet him in the end will be Su Mu's endless continuous offensive.

That being the case, then recklessly!
With a dark shout, the purple-gold color became thicker and thicker, and the attack with both palms became more stable. When Zong Ming couldn't make it, he blocked the continuous attacks of Guanyi Sword and Wuying Sword respectively.

However, he was attacked by hundreds of unparalleled sword qi, and even with the defensive ability of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, there were still bloodstains, which appeared to be full of scars.

However, Zong Ming would not sit still. After repelling the two sword attacks, he stepped on the ground of the ring with his left foot, and retreated quickly, leaving the endless forest of sword energy.

Waiting for you to retreat!

Seeing Zong Ming retreating quickly, Su Mu's eyes were stern, and with his thoughts together, the Shadowless Sword was as powerful as lightning, shooting towards Zong Ming's heart.

"Sword Ten - Sky Burial!"

The Wushuang sword soars into the air, carrying endless earth energy into the air, the sword light diverges, and continuously converges and merges to form a closed sword lotus.

The sword lotus bloomed, and the endless sword energy, headed by the Wushuang sword, turned into a long river of sword energy, rushing towards Zong Ming with great momentum.

At the same time, the Guanyi sword returned to its sheath, Su Mu held the hilt tightly with his right hand, the Wuji sword intent was continuously restrained into the Guanyi sword, and the sword momentum continued to accumulate.

The Shadowless Sword was extremely sharp, and it was not easy. Zong Ming suddenly stopped his figure, swung his right palm forward, and knocked the Shadowless Sword back.

Zong Ming's expression changed, and he saw a huge closed sword lotus floating up and down in the air, filled with sword intent and sword energy.

With his right palm raised up and standing in front of his chest, Zongming showed compassion and recited Buddhist sutras. His left hand continued to form seals, touching on the complicated laws of heaven and earth.

The sword lotus opened up, and the long river of sword energy rushed down. It was majestic and breathtaking, but Zong Ming remained unmoved.

Just when the river of sword energy was about to approach him, Zong Ming suddenly stopped imprinting the formula in his hand, hugged his hands, and faced the river of sword energy.

This encirclement, a fiery meaning filled the arena, with endless rays of light, as if Zong Ming was surrounded by a big sun, dazzling and unstoppable.

"This is the big day of humility in the Great Sun Scripture! Zong Ming has also practiced this unique skill!" exclaimed Nie, the leader of the Dajiang Gang in the spectator area.

Su Mu and Wuyou met, not only enlightened Wuyou, but also gave away medicine to cure Wuyou's congenital leg disease, and healed his heart disease for many years. This made him very grateful to Su Mu, so when Su Mu competed, he It is also more concerned.

Unexpectedly, Zong Ming of this White Horse Temple not only practiced the unique skill of Vajra Indestructibility, but also practiced another unique skill of the White Horse Temple, the Great Sun Scripture.

If it is said that the Vajra Immortal Art is the number one defense among the many unique skills of the White Horse Temple, then this Da Ri Zhen Jing is the number one attack.

Only the abbot of the White Horse Temple and Puhong, the chief priest of the Vajra Academy, are the only ones who are able to combine the two martial arts. From this we can see how obscure and difficult these two unique skills are.

And this big day of humility is just the first move, and the subsequent attack is even more magnificent, and it is difficult to defend against it!
Su Mu is in danger, maybe his life will be in danger.

On the arena, Su Mu's eyes were solemn, this move had never been seen before, but judging from its momentum, one could tell that its power was extraordinary, and it should not be underestimated.

While frightened, Su Mu held the Guanyi Sword tightly, and the sword intent kept invading, restrained, and a vague sense of heaviness spread all over Su Mu's body.

At the same time, the endless river of sword energy slammed into Zong Ming with great momentum, but before the big day surrounded by Zong Ming's hands, they disappeared invisible, as if they had entered another space, and seemed to be directly evaporated by the big day.

The sword lotus in mid-air slowly turned, and the river of sword energy seemed endless. The sword energy was strong and rushed straight down, but it was still difficult to get close to Zong Ming.

For a while, the scene fell into a stalemate, but the stalemate did not last long, because the brilliance of Zong Ming surrounding the sun became brighter and brighter, the temperature gradually increased, and the momentum became more majestic.

Such a situation is like a long river of sword energy constantly adding firewood and salary to the great day, helping its momentum and power.

Su Mu's heart sank slightly, and with a thought, Wushuang turned back, and Jianlian also slowly disappeared.

Continuing the stalemate is not good for him, Su Mu resolutely dismisses the celestial burial move, and concentrates on accumulating the sword in his hand.

The long river of sword energy dissipated, and Zong Ming felt a little regretful. If he persisted for a while, he would be able to absorb all the energy of the long river of sword energy and turn it into the might of the sun, killing Su Mu in one fell swoop and securing the victory.

He may not be able to kill Su Mu in one fell swoop, but at this moment Zong Ming can feel the strangeness of Su Mu's state, his whole body has no sword intent, his sharp edge is restrained, but his surroundings are groggy and dull.

Can't wait any longer, Su Mu must be gathering the power and intent of the sword, so he can't let him send out this sword.

Seeing that Su Mu's aura became more and more strange, Zong Ming felt ruthless, and the purple and gold light all over his body suddenly shrank, and then put all his energy into the big sun in his arms, making the big sun perfect and radiant.

"die!"

Zong Ming shouted loudly, and the big sun in his arms suddenly pushed towards Su Mu. The sun was not big, and the speed was not fast, but its momentum was frightening.

The warriors watching the battle under the ring had already retreated dozens of feet away, but despite this, they could still feel the high temperature and power permeating the sun.

In the viewing area not far away, Mu Ziyao, who was already injured, clasped her hands tightly, looking anxious, and finally shook the arm of a handsome and majestic man beside her, and said worriedly: "Father, Su Mu will Will it be okay?"

The suzerain of Taibai Sword Sect, Mu Wujian frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Xuan, unless he can complete that sword."

"Dad, can you rescue Su Mu at that moment?" Mu Ziyao paused and revealed her true purpose.

"Oh, I never imagined that the daughter of the head of the Taibai Sword Sect, one of the five sword-wielding sects of the righteous way, would collude with demon cultists!"

Before Mu Wujian could speak, a yin and yang voice said sarcastically.

The person who spoke was Wen Sheng, the owner of Hidden Sword Villa, and Wen Yun's master who was killed by Ye Junyan in the ruins of Butian Pavilion half a year ago.

After knowing that his apprentice died at the hands of Ye Junyan of the Tiansha Sect, he hated the Tiansha Sect to the bone. Now that Su Mu is about to die, he feels very happy, how can he let someone save Su Mu? .

"It's none of your business! I don't mind, what kind of onion are you, dare to talk like that!" Mu Wujian frowned, and turned back unceremoniously.

"You! Hmph, a vulgar martial artist!" Wen Sheng's face changed when he was scolded by Mu Wujian, but he was a little afraid of Mu Wujian, and finally just snorted.

"Bah! What the hell!"

"Wu Jian, don't speak rudely in front of your daughter!" The beautiful woman next to Mu Ziyao frowned slightly, and said in a low voice.

Mu Wujian's expression was a little slow, and he didn't say much, but he was secretly preparing, planning to rescue Su Mu in a critical moment.

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