Fu Canglu

Chapter 604 Sword vs. Sword Showdown
Under the huge sword of great vitality, "karma" is like a fragile and small ant.

The mayfly shakes the tree.

Ridiculous.

The black robes that continuously overflowed the energy inside the two sleeves, and with the condensed vitality, the tide was rising at this moment. Standing in the middle of the eyebrows of the "Overlord Dharma" out of thin air, there was continuous snow falling from above in front of him. Although it could not cover the sight, it still It seems to be in a fairyland.

The black robe overlooks the gate of heaven, looking at everything in front of him and under him, the swirling dust, sand, stones, and grass clippings, all of which are strangled into nothingness ten feet away from the dharma figure. It is the product of that soul that has recovered less than half of its vitality. If it returns to its full glory, it only needs to straighten its spine slightly, stand up, and even poke through the gate of heaven with the magic phase.

How overbearing is this?
The black robe looked at his body calmly and indifferently, restraining the evil spirit rising in his heart lake.

Accompanied by the awakening of the Overlord's soul, those painful memories were constantly reflected and staged in his mind.

He closed his eyes, his face under the black robe was a bit ferocious, as he gritted his teeth, two lines of clear tears fell unconsciously.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound of jingling.

Like celadon broken.

When the Da Yuan Qi sword pressed down, Tianmen was already silent.

The black robe suddenly opened his eyes.

His face became extremely shocked.

Under the majestic and majestic blade of the Da Yuan Qi Sword, the exquisitely carved "karma" came up. With such a huge disparity in body size, it should have been no surprise that a gnat may shake the tree.

The ending turned out to be ridiculous.

Thousands of strands of vitality and sword energy have been tempered repeatedly to create a sword with great vitality. The blade is pure and solid, stronger than any sword in the world.

Those swords cast by flying sparks in the furnace, after being washed by the sword pool, cooled by the heavy snow, changed hands by countless masters, no matter how much blood they licked, they are nothing more than ordinary products, ordinary swords, how can they be Comparable to pure vitality?
Da Yuan Qi Sword can sweep the city with a single sword.

At this moment, in front of the cause and effect, he is as fragile as a newborn baby.

The karma burst out a sharp and long whistle, like a madman singing all the way, recklessly tearing apart the incomparably tough blade of the Da Yuan Qi sword, driving the fierce flames flying like tassels.

The entire gigantic "Overlord's Faxiang" groaned in pain. In an instant, Karma went back and forth, and returned to the levitation in front of the man in white who was standing on the coffin. A long black line.

To be precise, it is the black line where the two lines completely overlap.

Again and again.

Heipao's eyes were filled with incomparable shock, and he finally understood where the countless black lines that appeared out of thin air between the heaven and the earth came from.

This huge black line pierced through the chest of the "Overlord Faxiang", cutting upwards against the great vitality sword, like an extremely fast arrow in the world, smashing the fragile "Faxiang Heart" to pieces.

Then sweep back again.

Everything along the way was cut into nothingness.

Yuan force, karma, and cause and effect.

The towering giant with heavy snow on its head slowly raised one hand with some difficulty, and covered his chest and heart. There was an extremely narrow sword cut there, but it seemed like a waterfall had opened, and the whole Dharma was condensed. All the energy in the sword was pierced by this sword, and it poured out along the mouth of the sword. , plunged into the ground of Tianmen with a bang, splashing billowing dust.

In the process of the dust engulfing the vitality and flying, the "Overlord Faxiang", who was still like a heavenly man before a few breaths, knelt down silently and painfully, one knee fell slightly, and one hand clenched the hilt of the sword. Steady his figure, because of "too much force", the red armor that was originally covering his body began to splash layer after layer.

Jian Zongming, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, calmly looked at the huge Dharma statue in the distance.

He knew exactly what the black robe in the center of the picture was thinking.

Heipao wants to rely on his own vitality to re-condense this dharma figure, so that this "overlord" can stand up again.

Jian Zongming was a little disappointed.

He looked at the huge but vulnerable Dharma statue, and said calmly: "It's useless, cause and effect cut all the energy of 'him', even if it condenses, so what? The second sword goes down, it is still the same as before. as a result of."

The black robe that was so majestic before, floating in the air, almost reaching the dome of Tianmen, is now falling continuously as the giant dharma figure kneels down, its vitality collapses, and the weather is bleak.

The black robe's complexion was a bit ugly.

Jian Zongming said indifferently: "You have so many fortunes and opportunities in the world, but you have never killed anyone after all. A practitioner who has truly reached this level will not rely on the majestic appearance to overwhelm others, which is flashy."

"It takes only one sword to kill."

Jian Zongming, who had one foot on the head of the coffin, said calmly, "Everything requires only one sword."

"You can not."

The lord of the Great Light Palace slowly withdrew that foot, and the light from the Heavenly Gate flowed and shone on him.

Jian Zongming looked at the huge dharma figure that was still as tall and burly as a mountain even when he knelt down, looked at the vitality that was constantly collapsing on it, and the black robe that kept falling and finally fell to the ground.

"You kept fifty percent of your soul?"

He thought it was a bit funny, and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Even if you keep [-]% of it, if the overlord's sword skills and fighting consciousness have not been awakened, you are just a reckless idiot after all, which is far different from what I thought."

Dugu was taken off by him including the sword and sheath, and he held it flat in his hand.

"Don't hesitate, swallow the two celestial phases and the complete soul."

"If it's not enough."

Jian Zongming suddenly snapped his fingers, and a ray of green light popped out from his sleeve, floating in front of him.

It was a wisp of blue blood drop.

The black robe suddenly frowned and sniffed his nose lightly, as if he smelled a familiar scent.

Jian Zongming raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's Qingshi's Bodhisattva blood."

He flicked his fingers for the second time, and a scarlet light flew out of the sleeve robe.

"This is Xi Yao's Suzaku blood."

Jian Zongming held Dugu flat with one hand, and kept snapping his fingers with the other.

The things "borrowed" from the four evildoers, one after another, were knocked out of the sleeves with a snap of the fingers, and the figure floated lightly in front of him, flitting around the white clothes back and forth, bursting out with a soft buzz.

Everything is a great creation.

"The overlord's soul is the greatest good fortune in the world. But these... are also first-class good fortune." Jian Zongming smiled lightly, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "You want to kill me, are these enough?"

The black robe fell to the ground, and his complexion became a little pale.

He looked at Jian Zongming like he was looking at a madman.

"I just want a fight."

"Just ask for a sword."

Jian Zongming looked at the black robe calmly, and said with a light sadness in his voice: "A good friend of mine died, this is his last wish."

The black robe didn't speak, he just looked at the white-clothed man in front of him silently and bewilderedly, seeing these good fortunes flying towards him with his waving his sleeves, he only needed to open his lips lightly, and he could dispel these worldly things All coveted good fortune to swallow.

He looked at Jian Zongming, and there was only one word in his mind.

madman.

He's already determined.

Jian Zongming is a lunatic.

Heipao just felt that what happened in front of him was very absurd.

He knew that Jian Zongming was very strong. In the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, both the Northern Wei Dynasty and Qi Liang knew that he was very strong.

But he never thought that Jian Zongming was so strong.

That huge dharma figure, with the power of a sword, is enough to forcefully smash a great master to death.

It's just that he was defeated by a sword and even the Faxiang so unreasonably?
Hei Pao's mind was in a mess at the moment, and he took two steps back in a little bewilderment. The few creations floating beside him trembled slightly, and then floated backwards.

Bluestone's Bodhisattva's blood.

Xi Yao's Suzaku blood.

These creations are stacked together, even appearing a bit crowded.

The buzzing sound, in my mind, is like one after another thin black thread, just like the sword that Jian Zongming slashed out before.

Thinking of that sword, the face under the black robe became even paler.

These creations are unique in the world.

There are even more heaven-defying good fortunes on him.

One after another, the realms trembled slightly, and the two celestial figures in the sleeve robe.

But even if you swallow it, so what?

What Jian Zongming said was right, if he didn't fully recover the "Overlord Soul", didn't have the most critical awe-inspiring sword intent, and had the fighting consciousness, no matter how many fortunes he had, what could he do?
Heipao groaned in pain and closed his eyes.

Thoughts are running wild.

That "overlord" has recovered, what is he worth?
Is it dead?Or is it completely alive?

Miscellaneous memories, the wind and snow on the Qijiang River, the teacher's words, the raindrops under the eaves, the flickering ancient lamps in the dark night, the flower buds buried in the ground, and the dawn that breaks free from the darkness all the way back and forth
The black robe opened his eyes.

Lostly, he turned his gaze to the coffin.

The surrounding objects are suspended one after another.

"He" stretched out his hand with some difficulty, the five pale fingers inside the black robe seemed a little trembling and difficult.

Jian Zongming in the distance pursed his lips, staring closely at the black robe.

He is ready to unsheath at any time to face the "Overlord of Western Chu" who is about to fully awaken.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the creations in the world have been stacked up to the Tianmen at this moment.

Pushed by Jian Zongming to the front of the black robe.

The black robe has already stretched out his hand, and is about to make the final choice.

Once the overlord's consciousness is awakened and he seizes these creations, he will be the strongest practitioner in history.

in the midst of a difficult wait
Jian Zongming heard a strange sound.

He was suddenly at a loss.

Jian Zongming saw the hand in the black robe that was stretched out with difficulty, and the movement he made was not to hold it, but to push it away.

The actions of "he" at this moment are like a child, aggressively pushing those creations away like toys, and then fell to the ground.

Jian Zongming stared blankly at this scene.

A sob choked in Heipao's throat.

how did things turn out like this
I didn't think so.

That's not what the teacher said to himself.

"He" raised his head stubbornly, and said with a hoarse cry: "I won't fight with you anymore. I admit defeat!"

(End of this chapter)