Reflect the world

Chapter 87
The giant que is as thick and majestic as Mount Tai, and the shark's teeth are as red as fire, as if flowing magma.

The two confronted each other several times in an instant, Wei Zhuang did not retreat half a step, and Sheng Qi, who was like an iron tower, also did not retreat half a step, but took a step closer.

The Juque, as thick as an adult's waist, was swung like a city wall. An ordinary person could already be called an incredible strongman if he could lift this sword, but Sheng Qi could swing it freely.

Every time she danced, a strong wind was brought up, blowing up Wei Zhuang's hair.

"boom!"

In a powerful confrontation, Wei Zhuang was cut nearly ten feet away by the sword, and the two stood still, looking at each other indifferently.

"Are you eligible now?"

Sheng Qi's voice is dull and thick, like thunder, it is always difficult to refuse, and people will subconsciously obey.

"Still a long way to go!"

Shark teeth pointing forward, Wei Zhuang, who was not seriously injured by Gai Nie and Yan Dan in the Mohist Trick City, is completely at the peak of his strength, and still has an advantage over Ju Que, who is ranked No. 11 in the world.

In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of quick confrontations, and neither of the two gained the upper hand. Unexpectedly, Sheng Qi took the initiative to put Ju Que back behind his back, and said: "It is difficult for the two of us to decide the winner, we can only divide the winner." Birth and death, I still need to complete a battle with Gai Nie, so it's a pity that I can't fight with you to my heart's content."

After speaking, this existence that people can never see through turned around and left. Chi Lian narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Zhuang, with a very clear meaning.

Kill the person holding the giant que now, so as not to affect the next plan.

Wei Zhuang took a deep look at Sheng Qi's back, put his sword back into its sheath, and said calmly, "It's not so easy to keep him."

……

boom!
The huge wave was split by Tang Xuanming's sword, and the sea water splashed all over the ground. His clothes were already soaked, and his extremely strong physique was vaguely outlined.

In just one month, his internal strength has flowed from the third-rate to the second-rate, and it is still growing crazily. He is about to reach the peak of the second-rate internal strength, and he will be able to reach the level of a first-rate master in the near future.

As his mastery of the Ant Emperor's method became more and more proficient, the speed at which the essence of heaven and earth turned into internal force became faster and faster.

The turbulent and majestic internal force formed a complete protective film in his body, protecting his internal organs very well.

"boom!"

Another huge wave crashed down from the sky, and in a single thought, the internal force flowed through the whole body, and the ink eyebrow sword in his hand was swung out instantly.

The waves above the head were divided into two, with Tang Xuanming as the dividing line, they separated perfectly and fell on both sides.

This kind of scene can make ordinary people amazed, if Gai Nie and others do it, it may be easier.

But it is absolutely impossible to swing the sword day and night like Tang Xuanming, his internal strength and physical strength seem to have no limit, and he can maintain it forever.

This is an extraordinary ability possessed after getting started with the Ant Emperor Law. His long Qi veins are even more terrifying than Gai Nie.

To be able to maintain the peak state at all times.

And because he doesn't need to use food to refine Qi like ordinary people, but directly absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, and doesn't need to swallow a huge amount of food to maintain the peak of his physical body, which surpasses too many people.

Another half an hour of swinging the sword, smashing waves one after another, Tang Xuanming no longer practiced the sword, and used the lightning magic that had gradually entered the room, and the whole person flew directly to the top of the cliff as if teleporting.

Looking back at the ever-changing sea, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Wait a little longer, in another two months, my internal strength is not to mention comparable to Gai Nie, at least not inferior to Gao Jianli. With such a physique and swordsmanship, who in the world can stop me?"

Thinking of the thought that had been in his mind for a long time, Tang Xuanming put his sword away and stood up, sitting on the top of the cliff, and the familiar method of breathing and exhaling was performed again.

The majestic internal force keeps rolling, looking at the endless sea that is always fluctuating, looking at the waves that are higher than the next, and this scene is constantly submerged in my mind.

Swinging the sword at the sea continuously for a month, this majestic and endless impact has been kept in mind and integrated into the operation of internal force.

At this moment, the internal force in his body is like the waves in the ocean, one after another.

The majestic and boundless internal force crazily impacted, gathered on the Momei sword, and then the sword movement that was so familiar that it became almost instinctive. All the internal force in the body was condensed on the sword in an instant, and even the famous sword Momei was on the edge of the sword. Trembling, and then that unparalleled sword.

A condensed sword energy gushed out from his sword body. Borrowing the idea of ​​Ge Nie's hundred-step flying sword, the ink eyebrow sword did not leave the body, but a real essence flew out of the sword body. Sexual sword energy.

In an instant, he crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and submerged into the ocean.

At dusk, the golden sunlight is no longer so glaring and becomes gentle.

Cooperating with the ever-changing sea surface of the sea, it seems that the entire sea has become a big fish with countless golden scales.

And that sword energy is insignificant compared to the entire sea surface, just like a river flowing into the sea without the slightest wave.

All the internal force in the body that was hollowed out by a sword, even the meridians were severely damaged by this round of impact. Tang Xuanming's face was pale, but he was not depressed. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, not looking at the sea.

He skillfully turned around and went to Songhai. The moment he turned around, the sea surface was split into two halves. Along the direction of the sword energy, he could even see the rolling sand on the bottom of the sea.

The power of a single sword even sliced ​​through the surface of the sea and submerged into the bottom of the sea.

And there are one after another criss-crossing sword marks on the bottom of the sea. If you count them, it can be confirmed that there are more than ten.

boom!
The ocean boiled in an instant, and countless seawater collided together, spewing out a huge wave, like a whale breathing.

Coincidentally, the gushing waves hit Tang Xuanming's body heavily. Tang Xuanming, who was originally full of superior demeanor, immediately screamed and was knocked to the ground by the waves.

He tremblingly got up from the ground, patted his sleeves, and the broken sea surface had closed up again, without a single trace.

"I wonder if this sword can kill Ying Zheng?"

This sword is already the pinnacle sword he swung with all his energy, blood and strength, and it has the special method of exerting force like the Ant Emperor's method.

With a swing of the sword, the sky and the earth changed color.

"Yingzheng is patrolling the world. I don't know when he will leave Xianyang Palace?"

"Use all the strength of the Mohist family, as long as you know the route that exists to patrol the world, everything will have a result."

The golden sunlight shone on Tang Xuanming's body, but it didn't make him radiant. His clothes soaked in seawater made him look like a drowned rat, and his hair stuck to his face, matching his pale complexion.

Without the demeanor of a master, no one, even the whole world dared to imagine that this embarrassed swordsman would actually aim his sword at the supreme being.

(End of this chapter)