From Kowloon's Inheritance

"Cihang!"

A sword stabs out, just like the Supreme Buddha stabs out a sword, the speed is not fast, the power is not strong, but it can be stabbed out with a sword.

Montaigne felt that time slowed down.

"No, it's not that time slows down, but that this sword contains the power of the mind, which affects my perception. The world in the five senses slows down, so time slows down!" Just feeling something bad, Montaigne held the sword , Above the sword, sword qi surged one after another.

Buzz!

Immediately, Li Mu felt that the sword in his hand was about to be unsheathed, as if meeting the supreme king, he seemed to surrender.

Wan Jian returns to the sect.

There are many swordsmanship in the world, but Wanjian Guizong is the most difficult to practice.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, there is no mysterious ultimate move, there is no strange killing, there is only one sword, ten thousand swords surrender, and the coercion of the group of swords.

If I hold a sword, the swords will give way;

If I abandon my sword, there will be no sword in the world.

"That's right, the Wanjian of the Perfect Realm returns to the sect!" Li Mu nodded.

Buzz!

The fixed lightsaber used to stab smoothly seemed to be affected, and the attack speed deviated a little.

puff!

Originally, the stabbing fixed the lightsaber on the neck, and the stabbing was on Montaigne's shoulder, and a bloody hole appeared.

Montaigne's body shook slightly, and his skin suddenly became tough, like cowhide; he trembled slightly again, and his shoulders suddenly became slippery.A sword stabbed on the shoulder, but only left a bloody gash, and there was no time to dodge the sure-kill blow.

Whoa!

Drops of sweat emerged from his body, as if there was panic and fear.

Just now, Wan Jian returned to the sect for awe, so he dodged the killing blow, but he had already lost one move.

"Lonely!"

Another sword stabbing out, this sword seems to be extremely flat, it seems to have the ultimate loneliness, like an invincible strong man, standing on the top of the mountain, it seems to be the ultimate, there is no way forward, there is no sky, it seems to be heading towards One step forward is the cliff and death.

This sword is ordinary to the extreme.

It was like a sword fighter who had just learned swordsmanship and made this sword.

It is a simple sword, but there is no way to dodge it. It seems that all positions are sealed and there is no way to dodge. The only way to resist this sword is to fight.

It's like a mountain falling from a high altitude and hitting a swordsman. In the face of such an attack, no matter how many killing moves or subtle moves, they will become useless.All calculations, all wisdom, all planning, etc., are useless, only stubborn resistance.

boom!

There is no skill at all, no fancy collision together, simple and violent, violent and unbreakable.

boom!

Montaigne vomited blood and flew out,

The tiger's mouth has been broken, just like a big mountain collided together, the lungs were severely injured, the veins were broken, the blood vessels were shattered, and the blood oozes out from the skin, as if turning into a blood man.

"Is this the pinnacle sword?"

Montaigne spat blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of dead gray flashed in his eyes.

All of a sudden, Montaigne felt that he had gone the wrong way all these years. He had been thinking about tricks, trying to calculate this and that. It seemed to be very successful. Countless people were tricked to death by him, and they called him a good brother before they were tricked to death.And he is also addicted to this kind of calculation, unable to extricate himself, seems to be lost in the pleasure of calculating others.

But it ignores the strength improvement.

Buzz!

With this kind of enlightenment, the mind is improving, the realm is climbing, breaking the shackles, taking a small step, and becoming a half-step heaven and man.

It's just a small step, but it's a change from a fish to a dragon.

A fish has the possibility of transforming into a dragon!

"Breakthrough in front of the battle, improvement in cultivation base, it's the template of the child of luck, but I don't know if I can survive to the next episode!" Li Mu thought.What about the children of luck, too many children of luck died on the way.

To a certain extent, because of standing at the pinnacle, one has the identity of the son of luck; it is not because of the identity of the son of luck that one stands at the pinnacle.

The child of luck is a strange animal, the more oppressed it is, the stronger its cultivation will be.

It seems that there is still the law of immortality, and it is very difficult to kill a child of luck.

In other words, before reaching the peak moment, the son of luck seems to be immortal.

But there are exceptions, such as meeting a son of luck with stronger luck, whose luck, fate, etc. are suppressed, and may die.

Montaigne is the son of luck!

Sun Mengxi has even stronger luck.

"The third trick, return to Tibet!"

Another sword stabbed out, as if the gossip evolved in it, and it seemed that the gossip reversed and turned into nothingness.

Buzz!

Montaigne counterattacked, controlling the Demon Suppressing Sword, like the supreme god of war, coming to kill with one sword, smashing the sky with one sword, splitting the ages.

In this sword, there is already another breath of heaven and man. Although it is very weak, less than one thousandth, one ten thousandth, it is like a seed. Constantly perfecting this kind of breath, and constantly accumulating, will eventually change quantitatively For qualitative change.

However, everything is useless.

Under Gui Zang swordsmanship, everything is nothingness, everything is returned to ruins, and everything dissipates away.

puff!

A sword pierced Montaigne's heart, stirred slightly, and his heart shattered immediately.

brush!

Standing with his sword drawn, Sun Mengxi was already a hundred paces away.

"It's a beautiful sword, but it's a pity I can't see it," said Montaigne, and fell to the ground, dying of breath.

"he died!"