Chapter 76 Divine Change

This sword is extremely dangerous.

Wu Pengwei has experienced hundreds of battles and has encountered countless top masters, but in terms of danger, he can't be compared with the sword in front of him.

The power of the other party's qi and blood is only at the peak of Wu Zun, which is almost the same as himself, but his understanding of the sword is not comparable to himself.

This sword has reached the highest level of martial arts. The unity of heaven and man, the sword is the real person of Guiye, and the man is the fierce chest and sword that does not distinguish between each other and is completely united.

Thousands of changes flashed in his mind. All the martial arts knowledge that Wu Pengwei had learned flashed through his mind at this moment, but he analyzed countless possibilities in his mind, which could not stop this irresistible sword, a sword that will definitely die.

In a trance, time flies, and everything in the past once again flashes through my heart, just like watching the flowers, and the rivers are bustling.

In the absence of ambition, Wu Pengwei's mind was completely relaxed, extremely ethereal and quiet as a cold spring.

But at this time, an ancient image was printed in sight.

That's zero, across the sky, behind the sea of stars, the land of nothingness at the feet, and several huge spirits of qi and blood standing on the opposite side.

The broken robe has broken sleeves, the red sword and the black knife, standing alone in the sea of stars, and the small figure can be swallowed up by the huge Wu Zun who rushed up at any time.

These martial arts officers hold huge swordsmen one by one, or are surrounded by flames, or the sword spirit bursts. The tricks used are mysterious to the extreme. Thousands of attacks are as fine as a rain curtain, surrounding zero.

These attacks are as fierce as the tide. In just one moment, zero will be divided into countless segments.

At this time, zero, but looking up to the sky and roaring, the sword in his hand danced like a hot wheel, drawing a mysterious trajectory, which was magical and inexplicable.

This style is extremely powerful, and attacks from all directions suddenly failed.

At this time, the picture suddenly stopped, then collapsed, and the thoughts returned to reality.

This picture is just a thousandth of the blink of an eye, which is almost negligible in reality.

Guiye Zhenren's chest sword is still stabbing, slowly but not slowly, not in a hurry. The changes in the world are in this sword. The pressure is great, and the air seems to condense the sword spirit, so that people can't use the change at all.

But Wu Pengwei laughed strangely.

The zero move in the picture is like a flash of lightning and thunder, splitting his confused thoughts. The trajectory of the move conveys a mysterious meaning, the mysterious meaning of survival in death.

In an instant, Wu Pengwei's previous learning was all over his mind. He kept splitting and reorganizing. With the mysterious meaning of zero transmission, he tried to derive a move that could fight against the real person in the field.

"Flame Flash"

At the critical moment, Wu Pengwei couldn't control much. First, he used the flash method to quickly dodge the place where the opponent's sword was shrouded. In fact, he knew in his heart that "flame flash" could only delay time, but it could not play a role in avoiding.

Sure enough, the other party's blade only swung slightly, and a very small change once again enveloped Wu Pengwei's figure after dodging, and the vitality was still broken.

But at this moment, Wu Pengwei gained a precious glimmer of life.

In his mind, neural analysis reached the extreme, and countless changes and countless moves finally converged at the moment of dodging.

Hold the knife in the left hand and the sword in the right hand.

The knife is straight, and the sword is made of arc, which moves mysteriously.

A strange, lightning-like trajectory took shape in an instant.

"Boom............"

The swords intersected and burst into a thunderous roar. The hit of the real person in the field was broken by Wu Pengwei at a critical moment.

"Good!"

A fine light flashed in Guiye Zhenren's turbid eyes. He put away the sheathless ancient sword, nodded slightly, and then turned around and stopped talking.

Wu Pengwei took a few breaths of breath, and his eyebrows were as quiet as water.

The two of them seemed to have never happened, and everything was as usual.

"Okay, okay, okay, it's really a hero." The green shirt Xiushi beside him stroked his palm and smiled, "The sword that can resist the real people of Guiye, Pengwei, you are also meritorious, and Kendo has made a success."

"Shame, shame... I dare not do it" Wu Pengwei smiled and said no.

Guiye Zhenren said in a hoarse voice, "You should be, no one in the world can escape from my sword. Even the northern wilderness sword master, who is known as the best sword in the world, also died in this sword. It's very good that you can block it."

After saying that, Guiye Zhenren stopped talking, but walked to the end of the desert, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the voice of the xiaoxiao.

"Three days later, next to the White Bone Temple, we will meet then."

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After Guiye Zhenren left, Qingshan Xiushi patted Wu Pengwei on the shoulder: "Good boy, do you know how prospered Guiye Zhenren is? He admits your kendo level and looking at the world, which is a great thing. I'm not afraid of your joke. Even if I have a mountain and river sword in my hand, I'm afraid of fighting with him. It may not be his opponent. You are really good.

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently, "It's just a blessing to the heart for a moment."

"This is not luck." Qingshan Xiushi shook his hand with a solemn face, but his eyes swept over the "Tiger of Fire" and "King Kong Sword" held in the other party's hand. His heart moved, "Don't be modest. Three days later, we will meet next to the White Bone Temple. At this moment, I still have something to do. See you then."

After saying that, the long sleeves of the blue shirt showman flashed into the end of the void like a sword out of the sheath.

At this time, Wu Pengwei also urged a cloud of qi and blood, slowly drifting to the end of the eastern sky.

Shortly after he left, a sword burst in the void, and the figure of the green-shirted scholar appeared in it, with a thoughtful face.

"Good boy, I didn't get hurt at all. It seems that it's really good. Fortunately, I didn't do it just now. It's strange that I obviously smelled a trace of blood..."

The green shirt Xiushi pondered for a moment, swung under his feet and flew away in the opposite direction.

At the moment he left, Wu Pengwei, who was floating in the clouds, immediately sank. The tiger of the dark fire in his hand spewed out a strong black flame, and silently melted the desert under his feet into a big hole, nearly 100 meters deep. Later, he sat in the big hole, waved his long arms, and thousands of deserts covered three feet above his head. There is no trace.

At this time, Wu Pengwei spewed out a mouthful of blood in the sand cave.

In the previous battle with Guiye Zhenren, he suffered extremely serious internal injury. The opponent's sword was invincible. Even Wu Pengwei, who was like copper tendons and iron bones, could not resist the other party's pervasive sword spirit, and his internal organs were greatly traumatized.

If it hadn't been for the Qingshan Xiushi who was too cautious and afraid of Wu Pengwei's attack against the real person in the field, I'm afraid he would have killed himself.

Unfortunately, this young man with outstanding wisdom has missed the best time to kill Wu Pengwei.

"Kid, are you all right..." The "Yin" summoned by Wu Pengwei jumped out of the Wuji Ring. Seeing the other party's depressed appearance, he was immediately shocked: "Have you had a fight with the ancient god? Unexpectedly, he suffered such a heavy sword wound.

Wu Pengwei smiled sadly: "It's not an ancient god, but a human swordsman."

"Is there such a powerful kendo master in the world?" "Yin" penetrated into Wu Pengwei's seven orifices like fog. After a moment, he came out and looked solemn: "Good boy, this guy's sword spirit is simply comparable to the ancient meteor storm. He actually stabbed 90% of your meridians and internal organs all over his body. If his sword spirit is one more heavy or another sword, just rely on I'm afraid you can't resist it with the power of qi and blood.

"Yes, this man's sword is mysterious, which opens my eyes." Wu Pengwei nodded and his face was extremely pale. "However, thanks to his fierce sword spirit, I have realized a lot of mysterious sword meaning. I was born and died, which is also in line with my heart. I came here to refine martial arts. The realm of divine thoughts can be swallowed and can analyze the creation of others. Only this martial arts is real. It comes out of the struggle of life and death, and it can't be mixed with any water. Only in this way can the insights obtained be true, and you won't suffer losses in the face of the enemy.

"But this is too dangerous. Just now, 'Lei' and even 'Xiao Wei' were not by your side. You are really too much of a joke. What should I do if you die?" Yin" has an unhappy face. Its physical rebirth is promising, but it doesn't want to have an accident at this juncture.

"The martial arts are extremely dangerous. I won't do anything uncertain. You protect me. I want to exercise. There is a cunning guy in the sky. At this moment, he will definitely look back to find my traces. Only your 'nine deep' dark spirit can cover up all the deeds. I'm going to be settled. Please."

After saying that, Wu Pengwei closed his eyes and breathless.

"Yin" knew that Wu Pengwei sucked dragon blood and dragon meat, and his recovery was amazing. Such a state entered the long sleep like the dragon clan, which was the best for recovering from internal injuries. At present, a big mouth of "Yin" spewed out a dark atmosphere, completely covering Wu Pengwei and the three-meter-square-round air mask, and all the traces were hidden from dripping water.

At this time, a golden auspicious cloud in the sky swept across the sky like an arrow, and it was the green shirt Xiushi who returned.

"Huh, why is this boy gone? Where the hell have you been?"

Qingshan Xiushi searched for Wu Pengwei's trace everywhere through the power of qi and blood, but he didn't find it. He thought for a moment before and was always puzzled about the trace of blood. Later, he made a decision to look back, but there was no trace.

And thousands of meters under his feet, in a separated sand hole.

Wu Pengqi has no breath like an old monk. His flesh and blood tissue is growing and recovering crazily, but his mind is extremely clear, repeating the moment of confrontation with Guiye Zhenren over and over again.

"The Great Wilderness Without a Sword"

Zero's mysterious sword meaning.

Such two extreme and completely different martial arts mysteries are constantly played back in his mind, constantly dismantling, constantly intersecting and intervening, enriching and improving his move against Guiye Zhenren, and striving to have no flaws.

A change in nothingness is like a divine pen.

He named this move Divine Change.

God changes, and the vitality reappears.