Chapter 205: The Waves Blow

"Whirring" on the sea, suddenly the wind is fierce, the robes of the warriors standing on the beach have been blown up, many ladies have covered their faces and stand, to the back, the water splash is getting bigger and bigger, there is almost no one on the beach who is not affected by the splash, even, the sea water has spread to the shore for a while, some noble ladies on the embankment, each holding up an umbrella, the waves are bigger, and the water droplets that float out are more violent than the continuous drizzle at a certain time.

However, compared to the incomparably violent waves at this time, the scene on the sea is even more dangerous, and at this time, it is also the best opportunity to win or lose, and those who are watching on the shore understand that this is an excellent opportunity to watch the battle.

"Puff" was the first to break the solemn atmosphere on the shore, but it was a little girl behind Bai Jingting.

Bai Jingting's face was a little embarrassed, but he didn't turn around and scold.

However, those warriors who had just woken up from a dream woke up one after another, and suddenly felt some coldness under their feet, and when they looked down, they just saw that their feet were stepping into the water.

It turned out that the spreading tide had unconsciously drowned their knees.

On the surface of the sea, there was a sudden movement, and in an instant, the warriors who were originally preparing to withdraw from the tide couldn't care so much.

The Miyamoto Genji, who was wrapped in dense blood-red veins, suddenly burst out, and the blood-red veins seemed to cover a layer of barrier around his body, and on the intertwined barrier, there was a powerful beast shadow with an eight-headed snake body.

But the moment he put his left hand on the scabbard and his right hand touched the hilt of the sword, all the visions dissipated, and his spirit and spirit, at this time, were all concentrated.

"This sword is unavoidable." Chen Yu gave himself a definition in his mind, however, he was not afraid, looking at this sword, he only had a raging fire in his eyes, the stronger the opponent, the more interested he was, of course, all this was based on the premise that he had enough strength to deal with it.

In his previous life, he was not exhaustive, but his attainments in the way of the sword, even those who were the strongest of the Sword Sect who had truly inherited the eons were not his opponents.

He could start a sect with a sword alone, but he didn't, in his previous life, in order to give back to the Mixed Yuan Sect, for the true meaning of the Great Dao he pursued, and in order to return to the earth, he didn't want to leave too many worries.

However, the swordsmanship he cultivated was varied.

Light and heavy sword intent, heavy rock swordsmanship, flat sand and falling goose sword.

Fast and slow sword intent, flying flowers and falling rain sword, gossip Wuji sword.

There are also Five Elements Sword Intent, Void Sword Intent, Yin and Yang Sword Intent, Chen Yuhui's swordsmanship can almost catch up with those great masters who have practiced swordsmanship since childhood.

However, sword drawing is different.

In Chen Yu's previous life, I don't know how many times I have experienced fighting in the ring and in the martial arts arena, I don't know how many strong people I have fought one-on-one in the wild, and I have also fallen into a melee, but the duel between life and death is different from a one-hit battle.

If you miss a blow, there is still a chance, but now, the other party has obviously concentrated the spirit and spirit of the whole body, this sword, that is, all the energy in the opponent's body, after a sword, the vitality in his body is exhausted, his spirit is sluggish, and his qi and blood are not smooth.

But this sword, Chen Yu is extremely dignified.

"Qiang" The other party took the lead in taking out the sword, and in an instant, the blood-colored dragon swept away the dozens of zhang radius where Chen Yu and the two were located.

As soon as the sword momentum appeared, Chen Yu's whole body appeared blood red, his black shirt became a little purple, and the red and black shirt was naturally the blood in his body, and what could dye the whole dress red in an instant was not fueled by the seawater, but Chen Yu's In an instant, all the pores on his body were pierced by the other party's sword qi, and the splashed blood was densely packed, covering his whole body.

"I can't wait" he sighed silently, if he let himself think about it again, it is estimated that he can still come up with a trick against the enemy, but now, he can only use his sword.

"Qiang" Chen Yu suddenly drew his sword, behind him, the sun first appeared, the morning light spread all over the sky, the beach became golden, and on the beach, all the monks were shocked by the change at this moment.

Xue Shidao's face twitched slightly, "The sword momentum causes the heaven and the earth to change, and moreover, it is a change in the heavens, this kind of swordsmanship ......"

Bai Jingting sighed, "If this person grew up in my Shu Mountain and has such swordsmanship, I wouldn't have any surprises, but his origin, like his sword, is a mystery." ”

"This sword, it's hard to say whether it's going to win or lose." The elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa's face was a little solemn, and the other party's sudden convergence of momentum showed the horror of this sword.

Xue Shidao agreed with his opinion very much, "Kendo, a thousand strange swordsmanship, and invincible swordsmanship can all defeat the enemy and win, but drawing a sword is about defeating the enemy with one blow, and the more terrifying the convergence and accumulation, the stronger the power will be when the sword is released." ”

Although Chen Yu grabbed the sword of the other party before it fell on him, he did not accumulate the strongest sword.

He looked at Genji Miyamoto calmly, "I've seen the sword of Qingchuan after the glacier snow melts, I have fought the sword of Yamakoshi with more than a hundred mountains, and I have practiced the sword of the ocean with a silent waterfall of thousands of miles. I'm looking forward to what kind of swordsmanship you'll be able to perform. ”

"As you wish." After Chen Yu finished speaking, Genji Miyamoto nodded directly and drew his sword.

The blood-red phantom of the roaring "Roaring ......" instantly opened its mouth at the moment of the sword, swallowing Chen Yu in one gulp.

"Not good" saw the original clear sky and morning light, after this sword, it was directly swallowed by the beast shadow, and the sky above the beach also fell into darkness again, and the drizzle has turned into a downpour, and the sword momentum of the two does not stop, and the tide near the East China Sea will not stop fluctuating.

"Really, is that the only power?" Under the shadow of the beast, all the eyes of the spectators could see that there was a tall figure looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Drink" Miyamoto Genji's old face was full of severity, and after lasting for more than ten seconds of sword momentum, his face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of essence blood actually blurted out.

"Roaring ......" phantom swallowed Chen Yu violently, and crashed into the sea, the waves were stirred up hundreds of zhang high, and the wave pushed by it swallowed up many strong people watching the battle by the sea in an instant.

"Not good" The warriors standing behind them were shocked, but soon, they noticed the change, in front of them and the others, I don't know when, there was a group of more people, they were wearing uniform clothes, or casting ice walls, or wooden vines, or earth shields, and more were ancient warriors who held up the Yuan Qi Gang in front of them.

"Are they from the national security?" These warriors in the rivers and lakes opened their mouths one after another, these official people were willing to stop these waves for them?

"I said, this kind of sword path can't hurt me, if you want to defeat me with this hidden power room on your body, then you are still too naïve, the myth of the island country, the first grandmaster, isn't there only such a means?" There was a sudden shout from the bottom of the sea, and in an instant, a sword light turned into a condensed sword light and rose into the sky, infinite waves, retreating in all directions, Chen Yu reappeared on the water, and his figure rushed forward, he wanted to fight back.

"Not good, you see." Although the crowd watching the battle was a little excited to see this scene, their situation became worse.

One after another, the waves are getting stronger and stronger, one is higher than the other, the waves of more than 100 zhang are almost covering the sky and the sun, and any martial artist, even if he is a strong existence, does not dare to compete wantonly under the general trend of heaven and earth.

The oppression of the general trend of heaven and earth alone is enough to suppress them to the death.

The "bad" old man standing on the embankment naturally had countless strong people sheltering and retreating, but he stretched out his hand to push away the guards beside him, staring at the waves that were higher than his head.

There are more than a million spectators present, if they are drowned by the waves, pounced, and rolled up, it is very likely that they will all be brought to the bottom of the sea, and to the depths of the seabed, with the sea surface of the current war, in a short period of time, they will not be able to restore calm at all, and when it comes to the time of the victory and defeat, they will not be able to stop.

Therefore, this time the waves may cause many deaths.

"Go, save people." Almost instantly, the old man pushed all the people around him away, his face was full of madness, if all these people watching the battle were lost, then, there would be a shortage of underground forces in Huaxia There is a big blank, and the north and south of the river, the martial arts inheritance of Huaxia is very likely to be lost.

Many of the most precious things have just disappeared in the long river of history, not because of improper inheritance, but because of the sudden death of the predecessors, and there is no time to pass on these precious martial arts moves in advance.

"Huh" At the critical moment, when the high-level of those big sect forces could only protect themselves, an old figure appeared out of thin air, and he suddenly appeared on the sea and fell in front of the countless people present.

The old figure suddenly danced on the surface of the sea.

His agitated robe began to turn round.

"This is not Tai Chi ......" Xue Shidao from Wudang took the lead in breaking the suspicion in the hearts of countless people.

"Could it be ......" On the embankment, Xia Song's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of unbelievable smiles.

The old man, who was clutching the railing with one hand, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The "whirring" tearing wind and rain fell on the old and emaciated figure, and around him, a whirlpool appeared, a huge whirlpool, whether it was a violent wind or a wave that was enough to overwhelm a city, whether it was high above his head, or surging to a thousand miles, it could not rush to the beach, but could only hover around him, even if the whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, and the waves roared unwillingly.