Vol 7 Chapter 21: Shen Yun

"That said, it is the fact that so many people in our Zhao Jian furnace have been blaming him."
Zhao Ce sighed softly. "But he doesn't have any good end. It's worse than my teacher. My teacher is not convinced, and there is no dispute with the world, but he is the wrong person."
The teacher was not able to look at him, did not say anything.
The battle with Wang Jingmeng changed the trajectory of his life. If there is no such thing as Wang Jingmeng in this world, perhaps he is the first person in the world, the sword idiot of Bashan sword field, the most powerful genius.
However, even if he stabbed Wang Wang’s dreams in the past, he was too heavy to lead to the slow progress of his practice. The practice of his life has a great influence, but it is his own. The choice, for the enemy like Wang Jingmeng, he did not have much hatred.
Zhao Ce thought about it and asked the sentence seriously. "So in all fairness, do you think that Wang Jingmeng and my teacher are the ones who won the battle?"
The teacher shook his head and shook his head: "If you say it in theory, I think that your master will win. Wang Jingmeng has no tricks, no tricks, no tricks, no tricks will be ruined in his hands, his sword will be wonderful. Tiancheng, the flow of every vitality seems to be in the original position. But the delicate swordsmanship always has traces to follow. The swordsmanship of your master is sometimes close to the physical intuition. It is the nature of the swordsman's body and vitality. Reaction. But this kind of thing, who can make it clear, who does not represent the result itself, a swordsman’s life will go through countless stages, Wang Mengmeng in the Han Zhaowei three dynasties and finally in the Changling War The dream of Wang Jing is different. You think about how old you are at that time. How long has Wang Jianmeng repaired the sword? If everyone has been in the past ten years, who will win?"
"You are right, in this matter, it is my person who is obsessed with Zhao Jian."
Zhao Ce nodded, no longer said more, raised the sword in his hand, across the chest, and said to the teacher: "Please."
When he says this "please", it means the real beginning of the battle.
The horrible heat that has been expanding in the air suddenly disappeared, returning to his body and the sword in his hand.
In his hand, the long sword that was spurting red to the glaring flames disappeared from the flames. The whole sword became like ordinary iron. However, his whole person seemed to devour all the flames, and the skin exudes ruby. The luster.
The most frightening thing is his eyes.
His eyes were completely reddish, crystal-like like a gem, completely filled with a mad and violent atmosphere.
Without any normal humanity, it is completely a demon.
In the world of practitioners, if a practitioner is completely ignorant of the world created by his sword, and the mind is trapped in it, it is enchanted.
This is a terrible thing for the practitioners themselves.
However, Zhao Ce’s first sword is to make himself enchanted.
His sword has not really been stabbed, and he and the division are in the world of the week are already full of his magical killing.
The ordinary practitioners seem to be absolutely empty in the sky, and there is a big gray dust coming out, such as the gray snow falling down.
A black scorpion like water flows from the body around the division, and then turns into waves, constantly slamming the surrounding void.
The teacher began to pull the sword. His hand was empty, but his right hand went from the chest to the depths. In his right hand, there was a dark hilt, and the thick flame at one end was attached to his chest.
The sound of siege all over the place was quiet.
In a sense, this can be regarded as a contest between Zhao Jian furnace and Bashan sword field. All the practitioners inside and outside the city know that the killing of the two men has already begun in the space.
A strange sigh of breath with the constant expansion of the sword of the division of the teacher, his chest constantly sheds a strong black life, and then constantly turned into a sword in the hands of the teacher.
He is like pulling a dark bone from his body.
His movements are slow.
The picture at this time is very strange.
It seems that one person is only focusing on the sword, while the other person is quietly letting himself into the magic, but the large pieces of gray dust falling in the air are more and more.
When the black sword of the teacher’s hand finally appeared at the tip of the sword, he pulled the sword and finished. At the moment when the sword tip and his body were separated, hundreds of black lines were involved, and then a shadow of the figure was black. The line pulled out of his body.
This sword, the teacher Chang Luo is like taking out his own soul.
All the gray dust that was falling in the air and the gray dust that had fallen on the ground danced to the body of Zhao Ce.
The gray dust piled up like a shell, and instantly filled Zhao Ze’s body, turning Zhao Ce into a gray stone statue.
However, in the next moment, the eyes of this stone statue burned and a red eye appeared inside.
This stone statue seems to have been enchanted.
A cracking sound rang, and the sword from Zhao Ce’s hand rang.
Many burning dust particles flew in the cracks on the gray stone shell of the sword, and then the dust particles scattered and broke off the practitioner's perception.
Everyone can clearly see that Zhao Ce is standing there, the stone shell cracks and burns, but everyone's perception does not perceive his existence.
First enter the magic, then it is the ignorance, like the supreme sword of the spiritual sword.
Shi Chang’s perception also did not perceive the existence of Zhao Ce. However, his mood did not fluctuate at all, because he knew that his previous blow could not completely defeat Zhao Ce, but now Zhao Ceshi’s exhibition is not his. The strongest means.
The black sword in his hand slammed softly.
There are a lot of black human body rushing out.
Zhao Ce’s front of the ground suddenly appeared a black spot, and then condensed into a black bamboo shoot.
A strange power with the growth of this bamboo shoot, constantly impacting the space where Zhao Ce is.
A piece of glass-like crystal is scattered and splashed, just like many mirrors are broken at the same time.
Zhao Ze’s figure disappeared completely there.
When it appeared in the eyes of everyone in the next moment, he had already appeared in front of Shi Changluo less than seven feet.
boom!
The magic light in his eyes has disappeared, and the whole body and the long sword are burning fiercely like never before, and they are blown out, and then with his simple and violent sword, the flame rises again, forming a circle around him. The real flame furnace, then the whole flame furnace is like a drop of water, flowing from his sword tip, the space re-shocks, and the division is covered!
The dark sword in the hands of the teacher’s hand disappeared. His palm was slightly erected, and a dark black smoke disappeared from the darkness of the sword.
His whole person is divided into black and white from the middle, the left side of the body is so dark that the body is not clear, the right side of the body is white and dazzling, shooting a thousand rays of light, a terrible force is condensed into a line, the furnace Also cut from it!
Zhao Ce’s brow was deeply wrinkled, and the division’s ignorance of the method of the ghosts and ghosts that had been repaired from it was integrated with the swords of the Bashan sword field. At this time, the power was so different that he could not measure at all.
In the moment when the sword was broken, he only felt an invisible vortex in front of him.
This invisible vortex has two distinct forces from the sun to the yin, some of which even come from the power of a sword he has just displayed.
He couldn't break the attack of the teacher.
He can even be sure that at any moment before today, he will never win in the face of such a teacher.
However, today he does not think so.
Because when he had drawn the sword mark before, he was like being there, and finally captured the charm of the sword that he respected.
At this time, he did not have any other distracting thoughts in his heart. It was very simple. He went out again and took out the sword mark.
The fiery sword swept through the air in front of him.
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