Chapter Seventy-Two: I Have a Sword, Please Advise
Ni Jun's spiritual power was running wildly, and he attacked with all his strength, facing the giant palm that fell in the sky.
Before the palm arrived, a burst of energy blew so that several people couldn't open their eyes, and the Dao attack hit the giant palm at the same time, and the giant palm was pressed down again with just one blow.
"Click"
The defensive light curtain was easily crushed, and Mo Peng's huge body was crushed to the ground like a meteorite.
"Boom"
The ground was smashed out of a deep pit dozens of zhang, and Ni Jun and the others rolled out in embarrassment, vomiting blood.
Only Yu Zefeng was still intact, and when the attack was about to come, Xian'er kicked him out with a kick.
Yu Zefeng smashed to the ground, and the center of gravity at that moment fell short, making him feel that his entire heartbeat was still.
Thinking of meteors in my mind, I don't know the purpose of crossing the infinite starry sky at great speed, maybe I will collide with meteorites from other planets and fall, maybe I will fly to the end of the starry sky and see the scenery at the edge of the universe.
Who knows where it stays? It just needs to know that the light behind it is bright and the trajectory is straight, and it will either crash or keep moving forward.
So why don't I be a shooting star?
Steward Sun stopped attacking, watching the last hope of several people being buried by his own hands, this feeling was wonderful, and his hands were flirtatious and white-bearded with a smile and couldn't help nodding.
"Jade pillow, are you okay?" Xian'er struggled to get up and ran to Yu Zefeng's side, pulled him up and asked a little nervously.
Yu Zefeng didn't reply, just shook his head, his eyes looked at the starry sky, and the divine light in his eyes flashed, as if two stars were burning in his eyes.
"Xian'er, do you want to see what scenery is in the depths of the starry sky, do you want to see where the end of Xiuzhen is?" Yu Zefeng didn't return his gaze and whispered, as if asking Xian'er and himself.
"When are we still talking about it, we're all going to die here. Xian'er was disheartened, and replied in a very low tone.
"Then if you can live, do you want to go and see it?"
Xian'er was thinking about how to get out of trouble, and after listening to Yu Zefeng's words, she was stunned before she said casually, "I want to!"
"Well, just be a meteor on the path, go to see how big the infinite universe is, to see what other starry sky is, to see the incomparably beautiful sea of stars, to pass through the black hole that leads to nowhere. Whoever stands in the way to kill whom, the earth blocks the earth, the sky blocks the sky, unless I die, this will not waver. ”
The voice is not high, but the momentum of self-sacrifice is particularly strong, and the persistent belief in the Tao is extremely firm.
Retracted her gaze and looked at the innocent and lovely beauty in front of her affectionately, Xian'er was seen by his fiery gaze, her heart trembled and her heart beat faster.
Seeing Xian'er's shy appearance, Yu Zefeng smiled slightly.
Turning around and walking slowly in the direction of Steward Sun, the fairy beside her didn't have time to stop her, and she was still immersed in that fiery gaze.
Yu Zefeng's steps were very slow, no different from ordinary people walking, and after taking a few steps, he said to himself:
"I want my way, in the same year I am the highest realm, in the same realm I am the strongest, to deter the stars to shine in the endless star field, to break through this starry sky, to see what kind of scenery is after the end of the universe. ”
Spit out a few words with each step, and after each sentence, the momentum becomes a little more aggressive.
Such a scene surprised Ni Jun and the others, and as Yu Zefeng's words entered his ears, his blood surged in his heart.
Xian'er's eyes were firmly locked on his back, and her heart was like a deer crashing, pounding non-stop.
"Pretending to be a ghost, strength is not something you say. Steward Sun said sarcastically.
Yu Zefeng looked at the old man in front of him lightly, as if he was catching up with his neighbors, and said, "I have a sword, please taste it." ”
With a sharp gaze, the spirit and spirit instantly united, and the momentum climbed to the peak.
"Sword"
The sword choked out of its sheath behind his back, drew a circle around him, and then fell into his hand.
Holding the slashing mind in front of him in his right hand, he pinched the fingers of the sword in his left hand, and slowly slid from the hilt to the spine of the sword to the tip of the sword. His expression was extraordinarily focused, as if he was not holding a sword in his hand, but a close lover.
When the sword pointed at the slide, the tip of the sword Yu Ze raised his head sharply, his left hand retracted, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it to the top of his head, concentrating and bursting into applause.
"I have a sword named ____ Kaifeng".
Spiritual power and soul thoughts surged out, accompanied by a supreme momentum that met the mountains and opened the mountains, and the endless edge spread in all directions, and the strong wind carried his black hair to fly in the air.
The sword yuan energy poured into the sword of slashing thoughts, forming an extremely sharp sword qi through the blade, the light was blazing like the sun, and the sword light quickly soared to a height of dozens of zhang.
"Chop"
Holding the sword with both hands, he slashed down, and the sword of the sword drove the sword, like a giant sword slashing at Steward Sun's head, this sword seemed to split the heavens and the earth, and the momentum was incomparable.
Steward Sun's spiritual power shield was formed, and at some point, a pair of golden fist gloves were worn on his hands, and they were six-grade magic weapons.
The hands wearing fist gloves were stretched out and propped up, forming a pair of spiritual power giant palms the size of several zhang above his head.
As if he wanted to hold up this day, the light palm was made of real gold, condensed and thick.
"Boom"
The sword and the light palm intersected, and Steward Sun was directly cut into the ground for dozens of zhang, and a pot-bottom-shaped pit with hundreds of zhang appeared in the center, and Steward Sun was in the center of this pit.
The sword swept into the distance, and behind Steward Sun, he slashed out a gully thousands of zhang long and several zhang deep, and the ground at the edge of the ravine was like a spider's web, cracking countless cracks.
If there is a small mountain in front of you, it will really be split in two by this sword. You must know that this is the result of Steward Sun resisting most of the attack power, otherwise the ravine cut out is by no means just a few zhang deep.
"Ahem"
A violent cough sound came from Steward Sun's mouth, mixed with traces of blood, and he was injured by a blow from a boy in the late stage of the Divine Pill.
That's right, at this time, Yu Zefeng's cultivation is no longer in the middle stage of the Divine Pill but in the late stage, and when his spirit and spirit reach the peak, his cultivation will automatically break through.
Whether it was Ni Jun and his entourage, Sun Liang and his entourage, they were stunned by this fight. There is only one question hovering in my heart, how can it be so strong.
Half-ringing, Steward Sun adjusted his breath, and his voice trembled a little and said, "Yes...... The power of will, this ...... This is the will of the sword, how is it possible: how can it be ......"
The power of will, he has cultivated for more than a hundred years and has no clue, but this kid in front of him, who is only eighteen or nineteen years old, how can he have it.
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his legs bent at the bottom of the pit and suddenly rose into the air, flying to the top of Yu Zefeng's head fifty zhang and his body shape turned around, forming a posture of head and foot, and shooting straight at Yu Zefeng below.
"Golden Fall Fist"
The aura of the two fists skyrocketed, and the two fists collided, and the golden light spread out from the fists, instantly enveloping Steward Sun's whole body.
Like a meteorite falling straight down, the extreme speed actually brought a brilliant golden light.
The Soul Mind Imperial Envoy flew to the top of his head, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Steward Sun who shot down.
Yu Zefeng raised his head indifferently, spiritual power poured into his right hand, his palm first clenched into a fist, and then only stretched out his index finger, and pointed at the end of the hilt of the sword with a fluttering point.
"Mixed Element Finger"
The levitating slashing thought shot out into the air with a loud bang, colliding with Elder Sun's fist more than a dozen feet above his head.