I have to say that I am definitely the strongest opponent Tang Cheng has encountered since his rebirth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to Ouyang Feng who met in the Condor World at the beginning, I am afraid that it is also a point stronger.

After all, Ouyang Feng at that time had not yet reached the peak of his life.

If Ouyang Feng completed the reverse practice of the Nine Yin True Scripture, Tang Cheng believed that he would definitely be able to defeat any of them.

But now I can do it, I am definitely the strongest person Tang Cheng has encountered since his rebirth.

The fists and feet are strong, and the swordsmanship is also clever, which is the internal force, and it is also unique in the world.

This kind of character really made Tang Cheng look at it differently.

But the strength of what I can do is enough to deduce how wicked the East is undefeated.

Sunflower Treasure Book, what a strange existence.

While doing his best, Tang Cheng's heart unconsciously popped up this idea.

Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout!

In the cell, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like a strong wind whistling, stretching endlessly, buzzing.

The swords and ropes are like dragons swimming vertically and horizontally, sometimes colliding, sometimes entangled, and the strong wind derived from them makes the dim oil lamp flicker incessantly.

Let me do it, and from time to time I use my sword momentum to lay down layers of killing machines, intending to kill Tang Cheng here.

And Tang Cheng is a sword light, like a person who walks against the sky, with a sword in his hand, within three feet, he is the enemy country.

Whether it is the sword momentum, sword light, iron lock, or let me go, I was all killed, and I didn't dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

In the face of such an exterminating swordsmanship, I just let it go, and I also felt a tingling feeling on my scalp.

He at the moment. felt that the person in front of him was simply an executioner who came from the sea of corpses and blood.

In his body, he seemed to see countless bloody storms. Countless people died tragically at his hands, the kind of murderous intent that coexists with resentment. Even he, who thinks he is the devil, can do whatever he wants, and he is also shocked by it.

He believed that Tang Cheng's swordsmanship was definitely obtained through blood sacrifice.

This sword is too decisive.

Never to others, but even more to yourself.

It seems that when you use this sword, you can not only kill your opponent, but also kill your own seven emotions and six desires.

Any fetters are under this sword. It's all vanity.

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, and it kills all ends.

I have to say that I just feel very right to do it.

Tang Cheng's sword is called Tu Tian.

Although it is based on the Dugu Nine Swords, it is also based on countless living souls.

This is the real bloody swordsmanship.

It is the highest achievement of Tang Cheng's life in his previous life.

In this life, he re-forged his foundation with the Dugu Nine Swords, and these days have indeed awakened a trace of Heaven Slaughter Sword Intent.

It's a little, but he believes. As his own cultivation grows, as time passes, his sword will be remembered by him.

And at the moment. What he used was the Dugu Nine Sword that fused with that trace of Heaven Slaughtering Sword Intent.

If you say, Dugu Jiujian is the most sophisticated machine. That trace of Heaven Slaying Sword Intent is the most perfect driving force.

With this trace of sword intent, Dugu Nine Swords, maybe. It's no longer Dugu Jiujian.

Because, Dugu Jiujian is not Tang Cheng's way.

It is the way of solitude and defeat.

Dugu seeks defeat, and he can dominate the world. It's a rare failure.

However, this swordsmanship could not reach such a height in the hands of Feng Qingyang.

In the same way, in the hands of Tang Cheng, it can't.

However, with the fusion of Tu Tian's sword intent, this set of swordsmanship is Tang Cheng's swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship that belongs to Tang Cheng alone.

If not, with the strength and vision of whatever I do, how can I be so constrained?

Tang Cheng's sword is getting faster and faster, and it is getting more and more desperate.

But this kind of absolute, in the perception of letting me go, has undergone earth-shattering changes.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel a kind of vitality like a spring breeze.

Out of the depth of misfortune comes bliss!

In his heart, these four words suddenly appeared.

Yes, just whether it is extremely Tailai!

In this world, there are no absolutes.

Yin and yang are born together, the universe is reversed, and the two are also mutually reinforcing.

However, when they reached the pinnacle, they had the same destination.

And at this moment, Tang Cheng's swordsmanship was obviously so decisive, but he felt a feeling like a spring breeze.

Isn't this a no, and what is it?

is to let me do what I want, and at this moment there is also a touch of admiration in my heart.

"At this age, you can have such a strong kung fu, no wonder you dare to boast of the wild words that you want to convince the old man!" Let me do it, the chains tremble, constantly resisting Tang Cheng's swordsmanship.

At this moment, he has fully transformed into a closing trend.

Under the changes of Noji Tailai, Ren Xing does not want to slam with it, nor does he want to collide with it.

He didn't believe that Tang Cheng's true qi cultivation would be as unfathomable as swordsmanship.

Although the swordsmanship of this extreme Tailai realm is strong, it is also terrifying for the consumption of true qi.

He believes that as long as he persists, he will be the one who wins.

"Zheng!"

A sharp whistling that pierced through the clouds and cracked stones suddenly rang out.

Between Tang Cheng, a sword crosses the air, and people follow the sword, like a swimming dragon, exploding a dense arc of sword light in the air, intertwined, like a magnificent sky net, pushing into the air, it is to cover any way.

Let me do it, but I felt that my scalp was numb, and immediately drummed up the true qi of my body, using my hands and feet together, and the four chains that bound him were like four evil dragons that overturned the river and the sea at the same time.

These four iron locks are agitating with each other, protruding from the sky, and each iron lock is a long sword, performing a sword all the way alone.

And these four-way swordsmanship, when it finally converges, it is like yin and yang entwined with the dragon and phoenix and the song, complementing each other, and in an instant, it is condensed into a strand, just like a swordsmanship formation, a battle formation, and at the same time, it explodes in the air.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

In an instant, the room was filled with cold light, and between the collision of swords and ropes, there was a collision like defeating leather.

At the same time, the last ray of fire was extinguished by the sword qi stirred by the two.

The slightly brighter cell was plunged into hellish darkness in an instant.

This kind of blackness, you can't see the slightest light.

I can't see my fingers.

Even if the two stand facing each other, they will never see each other's faces.

Everything seems to have disappeared at this moment.

There was silence in the cell.

Deathly silence.

In the absence of half a minute sound.

Even the sound of the two of them breathing disappeared completely.

For a long time, for a long time.

It's like a quarter of an hour, it's like a stick of incense, it's like an hour.

"Boom!"

The door to the cell was pushed open from the outside.

The sound of chaotic footsteps rang out.

Soon, the oil lamp was re-lit.

The light fell into the small stone chamber at one time.

This moment is at the very first moment when the light appears.

The figures of the two finally appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, Tang Cheng and Ren Wuxing stood face to face.

Tang Cheng's sword blade pointed obliquely at the ground, with a smile on his face and a bright light in his eyes.

And let it go, with three points of shock, three points of madness, three points of excitement and one disbelief in his eyes.

The four iron locks hung weakly on his limbs at the moment.

But there was a slight scratch on the wrist and ankle of his hands.

It was a sword mark, a sword mark that tore through the ragged clothes and skin. (To be continued.) )