Chapter 351, die creatively

The man with long hair in a black robe told everything he had experienced with a hindsight, and for the benefit he brought to him, Zhu Peng rarely did not wave his sword, but added a sentence at the end of his words.

"In the first class of learning the magic circle, the lecturer clearly told us, "Never understand the magic circle with your own understanding, or you will die creatively." I have never understood this sentence very well, but today, when I see you, I seem to have some feelings.

The dragon at his waist came out of the sheath. Zhu Pengyang grasped the sword and pinched his left hand into a sword finger. His whole back was bowed, shaped like an old ape in the mountain. A sharp sword in his hand bounced and shook directly, stabbing the key of the black-robed man.

Before the advent of the immortal plane and Zhuzong's swordsmanship, Zhu Peng could be said to be the first swordsman in the world, and even there were very few sword monks who could reach the realm of swordsmanship in Shushan Kendo. Obviously, he had the ability to use the sword in the air, but Zhu Peng abandoned it. He was nearly 20 steps away from the man in black, but he rushed with his fast body, like a teleportation.

Generally, high-level monks who do not practice swordsmanship are basically used to not touching the sword. They think that the sword is more exquisite than the sword. Since they already have the ability to use the sword, they can completely give up the ability to use the sword. However, Zhu Peng is different. He is well aware that the imperial sword is not only fierce, but also a flaw in sword. At this moment, Zhu Peng grabs in with the sword, and the tip of the sword in his hand is slanted, showing a 45-degree angle, which makes people look like his whole attack. He can attach his body to the sword at any time and swim with the sword and stab in the sky. This state At a glance, only one idea can come to mind: "Invulnerable."

This impeccable sword stabbing was unavoidable and difficult to fight in the eyes of the man with long hair in the black robe, so he did not avoid or even fight. With a "poof", the sharp sword weapon pierced the flesh, and the dragon spirit sword in Zhu Peng's hand pierced straight into the face of the man in black robe. Zhu Peng noticed that in the sword At the moment when the front pierced, the man's face was crushed by the terrible sword.

Even Zhu Peng himself did not expect to be so easy to win. After all, according to the power of the man in front of him, he should be a small boss anyway, but he didn't expect that he was so weak.

The wrist is gentle, and the disdain in his heart will not affect the movement in Zhu Peng's swordsmanship. He has already gone through the stage that will affect the use of swordsmanship because of his heart's contempt. The ridge of the Youlongling sword is slightly bent. The next moment, under Zhu Peng's Zhenyuan pouring, the sword body suddenly bounces up and the black robe man. Move and even get your feet off the ground.

The next moment, Zhu Peng's sword in his hand waved down, as if he was hitting a baseball, cutting the man in black to pieces and throwing it far away. Slowly returning the sword into the sheath, Zhu Peng rubbed his hands and said faintly, "I didn't expect that it was a meat foot, and I lost the gas loss of a piece of the best spirit stone." Just at the moment when Zhu Peng was ready to turn back, a low and deep word roared in his ear, "Battle, it has just begun at this moment. Where are you bastard going?"

The next moment, Zhu Peng bounced up directly without returning. Several straight black hairs like a snake spear stabbed him in an instant. He was attacked by Zhu Peng's two fierce swords that stabbed the door and split all over his body. The man in black not only did not die, but even didn't seem to have received much. Less damage. At this time, once you fight back, you will be shocked by the amazing stone.

His waist-length black straight hair has been mobilized to make strange changes at this moment. Several bundles of black straight into a long black whip with both attack and defense, a strong and soft black whip, chasing Zhu Peng and constantly stabbing him, and even not even giving him a chance to turn back. Zhu Peng frowned slightly, his body fluctuating and jumping up, all around It's all building, but there are enough landing points, but the black straight long hair of the black-robed man is as if it can be stretched at will. No matter how high and the angle Zhu Peng jumps are, his bundles of long hair, which are like spears, will stab straight at the next moment of Zhu Peng's foot, and the rock will collapse.

The building next to Zhu Peng is not very tall. It is only five floors. After being bounced by Zhu Peng several times, he rushed to the top of the building, but the long hair like the black tide still roared, even as if there was no limit.

Zhu Peng suddenly jumped on the horizontal wall of the fifth floor. The next moment, several black whips had broken his feet. Then, Zhu Peng, who jumped in mid-air, did not have a footfall, and the long black tide hair behind him had been covered.

"If you disperse the power to such an extent, the cohesion should be greatly reduced..." Zhu Peng was in the air, facing the strong cold wind at high altitude, and the dark priest's robe around him fluttered like countless black butterflies. Looking at his indifferent and cold eyes to his feet, Zhu Peng clearly noticed that the deep pits and depressions pulled out by black straight hair were the most serious at the bottom of the building, and the higher it went up, the smaller and deeper the depression was. Obviously, as the black straight hair grew longer and longer, the strength and control of the man in the black robe. It is more and more weak and thin.

"At this moment." There are such faint words in his heart, but the real vitality in his body is roaring crazily. The Youlong sword weapon held by Zhu Peng's right hand is getting brighter and brighter. Finally, the Youlong attached to it is as if it is alive, making a terrible dragon roar: "Roar roar" The power of the spiritual sword weapon needs to build a foundation. Scholars can give full play, but at this moment, the Lingjian Youlong in his hand is urged to the extreme by Zhu Peng's Zhenyuan. The aura is like a rainbow, and the sword is like an explosion. Zhu Peng, who is stepping on the wind and holding the sword in the air, has a blank and cold look in his eyes. Obviously, because of the enemy in front of him, he has sunk into the three points that have rarely sunken in recent years. Return to the Yuanjing. ( Zhu Peng's Chinese Magic)

In the state of the three-point return of the middle magic power, Zhu Peng's spirit is united, heart, eyes, hands, courage, and sword are all melted. It can be said to be the most perfect magic power created by Zhu Peng. Once used, it can fully raise his combat power to an appalling level. If it is not too perfect, long-term use makes it easy for practitioners to return to the truth and immerse themselves in practice to the point of forgetting to death. Zhu Peng relies on this magic skill and dares to cooperate with any top master in the current practice world. Whether he can win or not, at least he can't win. He is very sure when he runs.

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