Chapter 203: Spirit in the sword

The reason is simple, the opponent in the first level is the future king of the world!
Although young, his talent and potential are still "king-level", such a character can show off and show extraordinary even when he is a teenager.
Ordinary people can't make up the huge gap in talent even if they are tens of years old.
This is like a genius child who may have just learned hundreds of words before he can recite poems casually. But some ordinary people with talents, even if they study hard until they reach their old age, they can't make a complete article.
Yang Lie's ability to pass the first level with his own savvy, instead of relying on other means, is enough to prove that his talent is completely at the level of the realm king. even--
Especially beyond!
Without giving Yang Lie too much room to think, the changes started again:
A huge palace appeared in front of him. The shape of the palace was somewhat similar to a tomb, with swords of different shapes inserted everywhere.
Some are as long as several meters, like a mountain reaching into the sky. Some are as wide as a door, not so much a sword as a thick stone monument. Others are as red as blood, exuding fierce evil spirits.
There are many kinds of swords, all the swords together, the number is at least thousands!
A figure stood in the center of the sword, and between his eyebrows, he could vaguely recognize the shadow of his youth as the King of Swords. However, compared with the original vaguely childishness, the sword king at this moment was a bit more mature, and his lips were always pursed in a stubborn arc.
"boom!"
A wide sword suddenly trembled, and amid the strong trembling sound, it soared into the air. A middle-aged figure with crimson hair and an arrow-like beard appeared from it, and he rushed towards the King of Swords with a broad sword in his hand.
"Boom boom!"
War Sword King Wufengjian shot, shaking lightly. Bunches of thin sword shadows flew out like butterflies. Each bundle was light and wandering, but it contained tens of thousands of pounds of weight, and it trembled in the void wherever it passed.
What he used was heavy blunt swordsmanship, but he was obviously more profound than he first realized the artistic conception in his youth. Moreover, his cultivation base has also entered the Vientiane Realm, and his inner essence is unmatched.
The sword shadow rumbled, causing waves of air to make a long whistling sound.
Finally, all the sword shadows hit the red hair middle-aged!
Amid the strong tremor, the two backed together a few steps, and their strength was evenly matched. Then, almost at the same time, they leaped and rushed towards each other.
"Shoo! Shoo!"
Under the fierce battle, the inside of the hall was full of sharp sword energy, which cut into the void and gave rise to waves and numerous cracks.
Finally, the swordsmanship of the King of Swords was improved, and a Qi sword was shot from the palm of his palm, piercing the middle-aged.
The red-haired middle-aged figure slowly dissipated, and the broad sword shattered with it, leaving no remnants.
But soon...
"Boom!"
Another aqua-blue sword flew into the sky, and this time a swordsman in a green robe appeared inside. As soon as he shot his hand, round beads flew out of his fingers.
The beads absorbed a huge amount of vitality between the electric light and flint, and then burst into anger!
A series of sword auras enveloped the sword king all over the world.
This time, his performance was embarrassing a lot, and he avoided the killing blow at the very moment. Then, it took a lot of energy to kill the Qingpao swordsman.
At this point, the sword king's inner yuan has been exhausted, and the swords around him are quite gentle. He didn't take the opportunity to kill him, but waited quietly.
So he sat down cross-legged and tried to adjust his breath.
After the energy was restored, the sword shook again, and another round of attacks broke through the air.
After constant fighting and adjusting his breath, the sword king gradually realized a new sword skill. It seems that all the meridians in his body have been opened up, and any one of them can easily release extremely sharp sword energy.
"At the age of sixteen, I mistakenly broke into the resting place of the sword demon in his later years, and battled with the spirits of 1,008 strong swordsmen, and realized the ‘Qimai Sword Art’.
The battle ended faster and faster, and finally ushered in the last strong enemy. This strong man is of a barbarian origin, and his breath is overwhelming, and he can scorch the void just by standing!
However, the King of Swords only glanced at him indifferently, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the center of the Qi veins throughout his body. Chi Chi Chi, three hundred and sixty-five sword auras covered the sky and the earth, sweeping across the sky.
The barbarian swordsman could not even hold his breath, and his figure disappeared on the spot.
At this time, the calm voice of the sword king continued to spit out: "The battle is rampant across the world, and there is no one in Vientiane!"
Invincible at the same level!
No one taught this sword king, and he could be invincible at the same level based on his own insight and adventure. Even strong people such as "Mr. Blaze" do not have such confidence in the same realm.
"Second level, pick up my vitality sword!"
The sword king suddenly turned his eyes sharply, and a beam of sword energy shot out from his shoulder and slammed into Yang Lie's chest.
After entering this illusion, Yang Lie found that his domain power was still suppressed, but there was a mighty inner element circulating in his body.
This level is to suppress the cultivation base of both sides in the Vientiane Realm, and compare each other's combat power!
"Heavy blunt swordsmanship."
Yang Lie picked up the sword in his hand, and the void was like a curtain. He was stirred up by a huge wave and rolled out.
"Boom!"
When the two phases collide, they all disappear invisible.
"The Little Heavenly Star Divine Sword of Qimai Sword Art!"
A long groan sounded, and the body of the sword king vibrated several times, and in an instant, a full eighty-eight sword qi flew into the air, Yao was like a dragon.
"Yuxing! Heavy!"
Seeing this blow, Yang Lie's breath flowed in his body, and the sword pierced through the air.
The space was swept by its swords, and a mountain was condensed into a flash of lightning, rising quickly. Then, under the impact of Yuxing's artistic conception, this mountain fell to pieces, forming countless fragments.
The sound of piercing eardrums sounded, and the fragments condensed and moved, forming a torrent and rushing towards the sword king.
"Kakka!"
The sword king's small sky star divine sword seemed to hit a hammer with a stubborn stone. Although it was hard in nature, it was still inferior in its bones, and it fell apart.
After a defeat, the King of Swordsman was not nervous at all, but he was fluttering and nodded gently: "It's not bad, just pick me up."
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the space within a radius of tens of meters shook severely.
The body qi veins were lit up one after another, and the sword qi condensed like beads, floating in the air. At a glance, the King of Swords was like being in a dreamy sky, surrounded by hundreds of stars.
The strongest killer move of Qimai Sword Art
Great Zhou Heavenly Sword!
"Huh!"
All the sword qi beads were shot out at once, and then they all exploded. Each bead emitted several sword qi. Between the collisions, it spread and gave birth to more sword energy.
Yang Lie's eyes slowly narrowed, and the power of this move had approached the top martial arts, and he could not resist it with ordinary swordsmanship. The sword intent revolved in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he raised his right arm, spitting out: "The sword is the most important, the sword formation!"
Eighteen sword qi light and shadows appeared, and all the sword shadows seemed to collide in disorder. But after countless impacts, they burst out thousands of sword energy.
All the sword auras roared and gathered, crashing into the Great Zhoutian Divine Sword!
"Om!"
The void fell into a short period of stagnation, and the silence that made the heart pause lasted for a short time, before it exploded.
Countless sharp sword auras whizzed, countless heavy spaces were torn apart, and that powerful collision force surged like a torrent, and returned in a shock.
The Sword King's body trembled, and he was shaken upside down and flew out hundreds of feet, hitting the ground heavily, and he was about to collapse.
On the other hand, Yang Lie didn't feel well either. The violent sword air pierced through several terrible wounds in his soul power body. Fortunately, this body is mostly formed by the power of the Phantom Monument, otherwise, this injury is enough to hurt his origin.
"There is no spirit in the sword, it is said to be the last! I, help you."
Seeing that his body was about to collapse, a touch of approval appeared on the face of the Sword King. Suddenly, in all the Qi veins, there was a sharp sword energy, and then it was ignited like dry firewood, and it burned quickly.
In the next moment, Jian Qi and the body of the Sword King ignited into a fireball!
The fireball's speed far surpasses the photoelectric, and it bursts at a speed that Yang Lie can't react at all, and directly enters his sea of ​​knowledge.
"Boom!"
The sea of ​​consciousness is like being hit by a heavy hammer, and Yang Lie's mind is like a small boat in a storm, shaking and may capsize at any time. At the same time, a mysterious feeling flowed through my heart.
"This should be part of the swordsmanship of the Sword King."
Yang Lie knows that the perception of this kind of world leader is not trivial, as long as it can be refined, it will benefit a lot. Therefore, he clenched his teeth tightly and tried hard not to faint.
"Water has spirit, fire has spirit, thunder and lightning are spirit, wind and rain are spirit! The sky and the earth, the sky and the stars, all have spirit. Why is the sword without spirit?"
"Sneezing and whistling, it is a spirit! An angry thorn, it is a spirit! The mighty and majestic, thunder is silent, why not a spirit?"
"My sword, I give its spirit!"
The last word fell, like a thunder in the sea of ​​knowledge.
Scenes flickered before Yang Lie's eyes, and he thought of Long Mo's shot on Fengyuntai. When his sword canon is used for the third time, he can summon the "spirit of the sword", and this spirituality is left by the world king who created the sword canon.
In other words, the spirituality of Sword Spirit comes purely from predecessors!
However, the words of the sword king told Yang Lie that everything is alive. True spirituality does not depend on others, not on predecessors, but on own perception.
"I understand."
A trace of mysterious light appeared in Yang Lie's eyes, and he whispered to himself, "As long as my heart comes, I am alive."
"Boom!"
At this moment, the insights that came from the sword king in the sea of ​​consciousness were rolling, and at the same time, the sword intent was also whistling and shaking, the two quickly merged, and the incomparably clear and thorough sentiment flowed through the heart.
Suddenly, a trace of mysterious sword aura emerged from Yang Lie's back. They quickly merged and condensed and transformed, forming a huge figure
Sword Spirit!
At this moment, Yang Lie's mastery of the sword canon reached a level beyond Longmo. The "spirit of the sword" played by him is comparable to the founder of this martial arts...