Chapter 382 The Swordsman, the Cryotype of Kendo
Jingle bell!
Ximen Yibei's right hand drooped slightly, and his palm was loosened. The ordinary iron sword was suspended a few inches away from the palm of his hand, making a clear sound of swords.
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The world is quiet, and Ximen's long hair in the north is windless and moves automatically. The handsome face has an indifferent and almost cruel expression, which is in sharp contrast to Acaro, which is almost demon-like with a dark and wet breath. The two breaths contain each other and fight against each other...
"Who the hell is this man? Why did he appear here? ... Did you save him because of his father? Concubine Feng's heart was full of flavors, but her eyes flashed across the two left and one right of Ximen Yibei, and her eyes were constantly deriving complicated pictures. Concubine Feng couldn't help but feel a trace of chill in her heart. In this body, Concubine Feng couldn't feel the breath of the existence of the human soul That's all.
The eyes kept wandering between the west gate and the north, and Akaro, Concubine Feng suddenly found that these two people... The breath is very imaginative!
"No matter what, I hope he can do it!..." Concubine Feng silently thought that a feeling of grievance surged to her heart for a moment. With her background, she had suffered so much.
"I... It must be... It can... defeat you!..." An unconscious low voice suddenly spit out from the corners of Ximen Yibei's mouth...
Feng Fei and Akaro were attracted by this at the same time and turned their heads to look at the west gate to the north...
At the moment when Acaro turned around like lightning, Ximen Yibei's head suddenly moved, as if it was pulled by something. Then the ordinary iron sword in the air, which was less than three inches from his palm, trembled slightly. In the blink of an eye, the whole turned into a narrow shadow. Around the shadow, a light, semi- The shape of the sword appears...
Everyone knows that Ximen Yibei, who looks cold and calm on the surface at this moment, is surging in his heart...
Conscious space, dark and far-reaching, boundless...
The tall magic shadow seems to be far and close. It seems that it can be approached in just one step, and it seems to be an endless light-year distance. On the opposite of the huge, seemingly invincible magic shadow, a man in white clothes and a white-haired shawl silently answered that it was Ximen in the north.
In the consciousness space, there is a huge deep consciousness crack between the magic shadows integrated with endless darkness and nothingness and Ximen Yibei. The huge crack almost separates a complete space of consciousness...
"I... It must be... Yes, defeat... His..." In the consciousness space, another Ximen muttered unconsciously to himself, with beads of sweat on his forehead. It can't remember how many times this has failed, failure, endless failure...
Every time you fail, the crack in the consciousness space becomes more and more powerful. When the crack runs through the whole consciousness space, it is the time when the consciousness of the west gate and the north will sink forever...
When people are in danger, both the soul and the body have an almost instinctive self-protection ability. In the long sinking, Ximen Yibei's unique kendo, just like his consciousness, returns to the most primitive state and returns to the original!
The sword of Ximen Yibei is either the death of the enemy or his own death! With a sword, heaven and earth are night, and the light of the sword is like a comet crossing the night sky. In an instant, it is almost eternal...
That sword is not only a sword, but also a sword of tens of millions of swords. It is as simple as simple as a fool. When consciousness riminators and sinking and semi-awakening, Ximen's kendo in the north dominates his consciousness space, together with his instincts.
The road is vast, and so is Kendo! Since the beginning of the sword, all the people in the swordsmanship are using people to control the sword, and even Fengyun Wuji has not been able to get out of this column. So, what if it is a swordsman? What will happen? ...
The appearance of Akaro is a variable for Ximen Yibei, who is sleeping in the ground. If there is no Akaro, Ximen Yibei will fall into the endless sword moves to deduce themselves. The final result will be unpredictable!
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Akaro is like stagnant water, and it is difficult to raise any waves. Finally, it has changed because of the birth of Ximen in the north. Danger, extreme danger, this is almost the intuition of a beast. The instinct tells him that he should avoid this person now, but another extremely arrogant nature will never allow Acaro to make such a degrading act of dignity!
"Who the hell is this man?" Alo roared in his heart, and the other party's reaction was beyond his expectation that it had swept the whole ancient Heavenly Demon clan. The powerful, evil and incomparable Heavenly Demon clan was actually despised! Although he was extremely angry, Akaro still did not dare to act rashly. Under the effect of mutual restraining each other, the breath of the two reached a clever balance. Even the phoenix concubine, who was lying on her side and wrapped in a few times by the iron rope, could also feel that as there was a trace of external influence, there Mutual bombardment!
The first thing to break this silence is the west gate to the north!
Touch!
Ximen stepped out with his right foot to the north and landed heavily on the ground. At the moment when the soles of his feet touched the ground, a gust of wind suddenly blew from all directions between heaven and earth, accompanied by flying sand and stones...
Jingle...
The continuous sound of the sword came one after another from the void around Ximen Yibei's body. The sound was rapid, fast and extremely dense. In the sound of the sword, a translucent sword suddenly appeared in the void around Ximen Yibei. The dense sword marks were like petals, radiating to the void around. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of translucent sword marks appeared around Ximen Yibei. After each sword appeared, they practiced a completely different set of swordsmanship. Ximen Yibei raised his wrist, and his right hand turned into a blurred shadow of the iron sword, raised, and brought a string of virtual shadows through the void. With the trajectory Endless dark clouds swept by, and on the earth, the shadows changed, and after Ximen's figure to the north turned into a series of broken shadows, it completely disappeared. And in the void, the translucent sword marks are still practicing thousands of distinct sword moves at a lightning speed. At the end of each sword, the translucent sword split into hundreds of swords after a moment of stagnation, and then performed hundreds of sword moves that are completely different from the original...< /P>
This series of changes are all done between lightning and flint, which makes life dazzling and overwhelmed. For Fengfei, who is not a person in kendo at all, what she sees in her eyes is only as if there are no sword marks, and the unrecognizable floating light and shadow.
Drink!
Then he stepped out of the west gate and boldly broke the balance. Under the traction of the air machine, Akaro also shouted loudly, and a dark and sticky substance burst out of his body, and a trace of it all sank into the huge shadow behind him...
Wow!
A fierce and bloodthirsty roar like a beast shocked the void. The vague shadow quickly condensed, and the bones and blood were complete, but it was just paint. In the roar, the shadow with a skeleton face set off a black wind and swept across the ground. After the wind, the figure of Akaro disappeared. In the thick magic air, a little scarlet continues to stretch in the void, and the evil and dark breath is overwhelming...
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In the gusts of gloomy wind, the sky was full of different swords. If there was no sword shape, it suddenly stopped and quickly turned into a faint long and narrow black shadow, like running water, and did not go down!
Peng!
A broken silk-like voice travels through the dark world! Passing by, in the gloomy wind that swept the world, a vast breath of destruction rose from the air, sweeping the whole world. The whole world roared, and the earthquake trembled. In the expanding cracks, the magma gushed out desperately and shot into the sky like a fountain!
Although it can't be seen with the naked eye, Concubine Feng and Akaro feel at the same time that a sword light that is enough to make the world pale passes between the earth at a speed beyond the sense of thought...
"He's here!" In the huge magic shadow, Akaro raised his right hand, and Asura's magic sword made a bloodthirsty sound of swords. The sword body was blazing with blood, and his thoughts moved, and his body was like a physical magic shadow and his double fists burst out...
Oh!
A soft sound came from his left shoulder. Before Akaro could react, this slight vibration quickly turned into an unparalleled destructive force...
"It's too fast!" An idea quickly passed through Akaro's heart, and there was a crack-like soft sound around him. The huge magic shadow was peeled off by a sword mark that was hard to be seen by the naked eye. In the crack, a light was under the hood, and the magic shadow divided into two halves quickly turned into a boiling smoke!
Touch!
In the face of the vast power, Akaro's body was like a broken kite, rolling in the air, flying out, with a bang, and smashed into the mud...
Zhang!
A dark shadow fell from the sky. Akaro's heart jumped and his head turned away. The fishy Asura magic sword fell from the sky with a difference of a line and inserted into the strata next to Akaro's head. The edge of the blade brushed slightly with the ferocious helmet, drawing a string of sparks, leaving a
In the distance, Ximen Yibei was like a ghost. It appeared where Acaro originally stood. At his feet was the phoenix concubine bound by iron cables. The sky was rolling with dark clouds, while Ximen Yibei looked at the huge magic shadow turning into flying ash in front of him with an indifferent face. Under the calm surface, In the meantime, earth-shaking changes are taking place.
When Akaro fell to the ground, the magic knowledge swept his whole body, which surprised him very much. The magic knowledge showed that the attack of the man in front of him, as well as the ordinary iron sword that can be seen at a glance, was not enough to penetrate the heavenly demon clan with nothing to urge, calling it the heavenly magic armor in the world!
Akaro swayed and stood up, with a ferocious sneer under his armor, and his body exuded a strong murderous intention!
"Since you can't break my armor protection, it's time for you to die!" Acaro sneered and stretched out his palm to the hilt of the Asura magic sword at his feet.
Ah?!!!
However, with this stretch of his hand, the originally calm Acaro's breath suddenly became disordered, as if something shocked him!
'I... My hand..." Akaro's state of mind was like stalinic water. However, no matter how hard he tried, the palm did not extend even an inch according to his will at all. It seemed that this hand had been lost, and Akaro could not feel the existence of this hand at all!
"This... What the hell is going on?" Akaro's whole body trembled. No matter how he explored with magic knowledge, the result was the same. Although the sword was fierce, it failed to break the protection of one of the best in this magic armor. It's even more impossible to break his palm!
"What the hell is going on?!!" Akarro could no longer keep calm. The whole roar roared, with an unconcealed fear in the roar. Looking over again, the man fifty feet away had turned into a fierce beast at this moment!!... Weird beast...