Chapter 643, God into the sword array, fast and slow seventeen ways

With the wild dance of the body that fits the veins of Kendo, a large amount of aura around it is forcibly gathered, and it is abruptly poured into the body of bats. It can be said that if it does not evolve, it is death.

However, it is not so easy to break through the barriers and evolve itself. The vast majority of vicious cold bats dancing around the ice wall are condensed around, and the body is full of strong aura, which stiffly bursts the body, like pinched tomatoes, splashing out the overflowing body and liquid juice. It was originally silent and ice. The environment is gradually stained with a layer of redness.

However, compared with the tragedy around him, Zhu Peng gradually fell into an inexplicable artistic conception. He stared at the ice wall sword formula around him and instinctively condensed into his own sword concept.

Then, he rushed directly into the surrounding ice wall sword formula. The invisible sword concept rushed into the picture and text sword formula, but it seemed to suddenly throw into the stones on the calm lake, forming an obvious ripples. Those originally solidified and blurred patterns suddenly became clear at this moment. They or "he" are here Come back to life for a moment."

"Where have I been?"

When Zhu Peng came to his senses again, he seemed to have entered a strange dark space, surrounded by a faint explosion sound, but it was like a demon dragon hidden in the dark. You can clearly feel the terrible pressure on it, but the dragon can't really see its whole face.

Zhu Peng tried to take a few steps, but as soon as he took the first step, there was a sharp and sharp sword spirit between the ribs on both sides pointing directly. With a soft sound of the sword, the dragon came out of the sheath, and the vertical and horizontal killing sword was wrapped in great strength and rose up, and the two sharp swords were scattered.

It's just, so what?

Zhu Peng took the second step. The four speed and slowness were different, and the deep sword light suddenly arrived. That kind of decisiveness and condensation was the steady and vigorousness that Zhu Peng had never seen before. The four sword lights flew to Zhu Peng, which actually gave Zhu Peng a kind of mountain throwing momentum.

"It's awesome. It's just that such a sword spirit has never been seen before. Is there really anyone better than the accumulation of Earth Star Kendo?"

Although he had been psychologically prepared for a long time, Zhu Peng was still amazed by such a terrible and sharp sword. It is not only an unstoppable deep and majestic, but also makes Zhu Peng resist the difficulty. It is the fast and slow differentiation of the sword light. This fast and slow is an amazing combination of sword strength. Every point of speed and slowness has been refined to an impeccable level, killing Zhu Peng to death, even if he is in the hand. The dragon sword danced like a flower, but the strange fast and slow sword could still break through Zhu Peng's sword defense, pointing to the point, forcing him to retreat.

After seven steps to the left, Zhu Peng finally had no difficulty in entering again, so he had to retreat in confusion. It was not that this set of fast, slow, changing rhythms and strange swordsmanship was really strong enough to make Zhu Peng irresistible, but because he killed the sword and attacked more than defensively. What he paid attention to was, "My empty door is your flaw, and my weakness is your dead door. Now there is only a sword around. Zhu Peng can only use his sword to fight against the sword. When he sees the move, he can't see the figure of the swordsman at all. In this way, he will undoubtedly fall into a relative disadvantage with a short strike.

The ability to take seven steps in a row is already because killing swords is Zhu Peng's painstaking work, and the depth of understanding is far greater than that of ordinary swordsmen'smanship.

Forced back to its original position by the strength of the sword light shot in the invisible darkness, the sword spirit that had followed suddenly collapsed. Even if its sharpness was close to the key point of Zhu Peng, it still overflowed directly without leaving a little.

"Do you want me to go further when I'm trapped here?"

Such an idea naturally flashed in his mind. Zhu Peng did not stay at all. He went left and right, trying to find the shortcomings of his opponent's sword in the darkness, and even broke it. It's just that any direction is a general result. Unless Zhu Peng stays in place, he will go a little further in any direction. It is the only end of the sword.

There is no cracking, no defects, or the fast and slow sword itself has shortcomings and flaws, but with Zhu Peng's current cultivation and swordsmanship skills, there is no possibility of derivation or even further cracking.

If this fast and slow sword is used in people's hands, then Zhu Peng can also try to influence the opponent's sword formula by forcing momentum, suppressing the Taoist heart, using terrain, stabbing **xu and other methods. After all, the sword formula is used by people. The sword formula itself has no flaw, and it does not mean that people are also flawless and flawless.

But this moment is not good. The empty sword is dim on all sides, only the bright sword light flashes. Zhu Peng is trapped in the ground, and he can't see where his opponent is at all, or whether there is an opponent or not.

Zhu Peng took the initiative to rush into a field of sword formula that has been arranged with his own swordsmanship. Of course, he can fully understand this set of sword formulas, and can even confirm it with his own swordsmanship, but this also means that Zhu Peng must face a set of perfect swordsmanship that has been used flawlessly, because there is no active control by the owner. Therefore, except for the flaws of the sword formula itself, it is difficult for Zhu Peng to artificially create any flaws in swordsmanship.

Instinctively, Zhu Peng, who is in trouble, wants to use Zixiao Yinyan. Under the terrible nature of its chaotic time and space and even melting the true vitality, many strange skills are like a thin layer of paper, which is broken at a touch.

It's just carrying power and igniting fire. "Huh" Zhu Peng's hand spewed a faint smoke, but even the hair did not come out.

He was stunned. After a long time, Zhu Peng suddenly realized, "Yes, I rushed into this sword field with my own sword mind. How can I display the purple fire that does not belong to the field of swordsmanship? This empty sword field should be the fundamental purpose of killing my soul, right? It's really smart. Once the soul dies, no matter how energetic the body is, it's just a pile of meat. What's the difference from death?

Zhu Peng is a person who can afford and let go. At this time, he knew that except for the sword, all his other means were meaningless. Although there was a negative emotion in his heart, he was absolutely shocked with a slight flash. The next moment, Zhu Peng's mind had solidified and changed with the sword. The illusion of the sword changed to the impact again. This time, he was no longer a direct impact. Three steps to the left, he felt that the pressure was gradually increasing, and he suddenly shifted slightly. Although he was still moving forward, it turned into the third step forward without taking the fourth step. Move two steps, avoid pressure a little, and then make a strong progress.

Zhu Peng didn't know how many steps he took to really crack the field of swordsmanship, but he knew that he could never stop. When there was no clear goal, what the enemy didn't want him to do was what he wanted to do. Zhu Peng resisted the pressure and pushed out. Compared with the infinite means in the past when fighting with people, at this moment, Zhu Peng can rely on pitifully few cards, only the sword in his hand and the breath in his chest.

The sword pressure pressed on all sides is as terrible as cracking mountains and destroying the sea, and the more it is, the more so. Zhu Peng can move three steps straight forward, but to take the fourth step, he must move five times to perform thirteen swordsmanship changes in his hand. The more he advances, the more so. When Zhu Peng goes to the seventh step, he will change. The phantom body moved more than 40 steps left and right to take the eighth step.

As soon as the eighth step was taken, there was a lot of pressure in an instant. The body formed by the mind of the sword was even killed by the terrible sword. At this time, Zhu Peng felt like an iron block in the hand of a crazy blacksmith, which was madly beaten with a big hammer. The dragon sword in his hand can still resist the sword light itself hitting from all sides, but the terrible sword pressure from the sword can no longer be stopped. The flesh and blood formed by Zhu Peng's thoughts has a bleeding mouth and nose at this moment, showing great fatigue and overdraft.

At the same time, Zhu Peng in the real space has begun to bleed out all over his body. The overdraft of spiritual power is many times more terrible than the overdraft of the body. Many mortals and even practitioners do not pay much attention to it or subconsciously ignore the tempering of the soul because of the realism of the body and the terrible power of the airway, but In fact, the influence of spiritual power on reality is far beyond what they can imagine.

During World War II, German scientists made an experiment. They found a death row prisoner and told him that in order to save bullets, they would kill him by cutting blood.

Then the scientist blindfolded the death row inmate's eyes, scratched the death row prisoner's wrist with a water-soaked knife, and then poured water into a bucket to simulate the sound of bloodletting. The bound death row prisoner's face slowly turned pale with the passage of time. Finally, the death row prisoner really died, according to the forensic doctor It was determined that the cause of his death was heavy bleeding - the problem was that he didn't even suffer any external injury.

When a person's spirit and even subconsciously think that he is dead, even if his body is not dead, he will die, just like Zhu Peng at this time. Obviously, his body has not been harmed, but through spiritual connection, his body is gradually disintegrating under terrible pressure, if not Zhu Peng refined his body, his qi and blood were strong, and his life potential was several times that of monks of the same level. At this time, Zhu Peng had completely died because of the negation of his own subconscious of life.

Physical changes, instinctive fear, are crazily introduced into Zhu Peng's spiritual thoughts through the body through inexplicable connections. As long as his spirit produces a little "identity" and other views, his body and spirit will immediately disintegrate, and the immortals will be incurable.

"What's the matter? What's going on? I just don't care about you for a while, and you make yourself like this." The rotating flying sand turned into a white spirit's body. As a tool, she could sense Zhu Peng's danger, but Mao Yong didn't. She could not help Zhu Peng at the spiritual level at all.

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