Chapter 172 The Sword in the Heart

Long Yun was completely shocked. As the two rays of light began to dissipate, the seemingly identical move burst out tens of thousands of aftermaths of explosions in mid-air, as if they were completely copied.

How could this happen? An incomprehensible doubt flashed in Long Yun's eyes. Judging from the talented moves, the other party's understanding of kendo is no deeper than himself.

But, exactly the same!

This can be described as weird. How can two different people be so consistent?

"Burial sword!" Long Yun gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice, and his sword finger handed it out. Endless sadness permeated, and the murderous atmosphere shrouded in the air was shattered inch under the impact of this sadness.

The overwhelming atmosphere impacted crazily, and the two masters of the two forces surrounded by this breath retreated one after another, and some of the closest were directly suppressed to the ground and died silently.

Long Yun urged this move with all his strength, and the sword spirit was exerted by him to the extreme. The power of this move to bury the sword has also reached its peak. Under the reversal of the sword, the sadness turned into nostalgia.

"Woo-" was not unexpected by Long Yun. The figure opposite also made the same move, the same sword meaning, and launched a fierce confrontation with Long Yun.

The two figures retreated at the same time, and opened their mouths and spit out a mouthful of blood. Long Yun's mood gradually became clear. He suddenly wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, but a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"I see!" He said lightly that there is no such person in the world who has the same perception as himself. Even if he can, he can't simulate his hard-working perception in an instant.

In particular, his perception is the same as his own, not a lot higher than himself.

The waves are churning, and the rays of light are twinkling, constantly blowing up beside the two people, and Long Yun's eyes are getting clearer and clearer.

He is his own shadow! A shadow copied from the space turned his head and suddenly found that there was also a human fish suspended opposite Yujiao. Look at the shape, which was exactly the same as Yujiao.

The same thing as his side is that the mermaid's head is also held with the same mackerel beads, making the same moves as the jade dragonfly, constantly bombarding each other.

Yu Jiao's wonderful eyes are also full of puzzles, and she also doesn't know why such a situation happened.

Long Yun's face changed slightly, and the sword finger turned into a sharp sword spirit, which condensed into a shuttle-shaped sword shadow in mid-air, virtual and real, covering the other party.

He did not exert all his strength in this move, but tested the speculation in his heart to test whether this shadow would make the same move as himself.

Sure enough, the "shadow" sword sprang out, and the same move finally appeared, forming a dazzling sword light. Each arrangement, combination, and even the combination between reality and reality coincide with Long Yun's sword spirit.

Long Yun laughed, but there was another pressure in his heart. This "shadow" can make the same move as himself, that is to say, the battle between the two can never end.

It will last until Long Yun is exhausted and exhausts the last trace of true qi in his body.

Thinking of this, Long Yun was silent again. How to deal with this battle has become an insoluble problem. Even if he found the cause of the formation of the other party, he still had no choice.

The murderous atmosphere is spreading, and the surrounding crowds gradually disperse, not besieging Longyun and Yujiao, but leaving their respective shadows.

Long Yun did not continue to take action, and his mind flashed, constantly thinking about how to solve it, but he never had any clue, and involuntarily glanced at the afterglow to Yujiao.

The battle of Yujiao is also very hard. The two slender jade shadows shuttle back and forth in mid-air with almost the same body. Every collision brings the most real feeling.

Especially the mackerel beads on the top of the two people's heads, there is no difference in the degree of glitter and the degree of strength. The only thing that can distinguish the attribution is one point.

Long Yun's heart suddenly lit up. Yes, the difference between the jade dragonfly and the shadow lies in the difference between the mackerel beads. Everything is because there is his virtual shadow in the jade dragonfly's mackerel beads.

And the other party's mackerel beads are empty and nothing exists.

There is a trace of enlightenment in Long Yun's heart. Yes, no matter how rigorous the replication is, it can only be uncontained, because it can never replicate a person's heart.

Yujiao's heart is persistent. He can't copy that figure. What about himself? What is in your heart?

Only can be extremely affectionate, so it can be extremely sword! In my heart, it is the sword, the sword in my heart, and my sense of sword comes completely from the mysterious sword of Shenlong Island.

No matter how it grows, it is essentially the mysterious sword!

Long Yun's heart gradually gave birth to the appearance of a long sword. The long sword, rusty, simple, desolate and very lonely, as if it were a figure standing in the ancient flood and famine.

It is inserted on an ordinary rock. I don't know how many years it has passed, no one can impress it, no one can understand it, and no one can have it.

It is lonely and arrogant. As soon as the sword comes out, ten thousand swords are subjugated. It gives the feeling of Long Yun, which is the supreme of ten thousand swords. Therefore, he sensed the meaning of the sword and a realm that no one has ever felt.

And everything comes from this sword!

"Wow--" Long Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. This is the sword in his heart and the firmness in his heart. That man can imitate his sword, but he can never replicate his heart.

As soon as his arm was raised, Long Yun seemed to be immersed in a special state, describing something one by one. At the same time, the shadow also began to raise his arm and do the same action as him.

Long Yun had no feeling for the outside world. He waved his arms wholeheartedly and outlined one trajectory after another. In mid-air, the golden light stopped between his strokes.

Finally, he formed the appearance of a long sword and suspended in front of him.

"There is still a lack of the last one!" Long Yun pointed out, just above the dragon head that appeared on the sword body.

The finishing touch! He was actually copying. The appearance of the sword, at the moment of the dragon's eye, the long sword in the air suddenly emitted a strong power.

Under the sweep of this power, the long sword depicted by the "shadow" burst into pieces. After all, the fable is a forged product, and he can never describe the sword in his heart.

"Cut--" The sword roared, and the sword cut down angrily, cut off all the fetters, cut off all shadows, and turned into nothingness together with space.

The earth turned into nothingness again, leaving the figures of Long Yun and Yujiao, looking at each other. Looking at Long Yun's dull eyes, Yujiao only felt a sharp edge coming to her face, humming, and staggering back out!

Long Yun hurriedly took the feelings in his heart, shuttled out, held Yu Zi, and said with concern, "How are you?"

Yujiao shook her head, but her heart was shocked. At the moment when she looked at Long Yun, the other party's eyes seemed to be two swords shooting at him.

Moreover, these two swords did not form true qi, and did not even give her a chance to breathe. They directly penetrated into the sea of knowledge. The soul was shocked in an instant. If Long Yun hadn't hurriedly stopped the rage of sword qi in her sea of knowledge.

I'm afraid that Yujiao will be directly seriously injured at this time.

Long Yun glanced around. The previous vast world had disappeared, replaced by a mountain, many strange rocks, and a deep breath filled the air.

"This should be the real world of the turtle!" Long Yun said secretly in his heart, because from the current scene, it can directly reflect a taste of the sea, which can't be faked.

"Brother Long Yun, look over there!" Yu Jiao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed, and his eyes crossed the barrier of a heavy strange stone and fell on a bright spot hundreds of miles away.

"That... It's a light!" Long Yun's face changed. The bright light was slightly unreachable, but flickered. With his eyes, he could see the source of the bright light and couldn't help exclaiming.

With the light, there is a person. Does anyone really exist in the true world of this mysterious turtle?