This sword is the whole heart of the Great Shepherd.

- and the sublimation of his life!

In the face of this sword, victory and defeat, honor and disgrace, life and death, everything becomes unimportant.

What you ask for is only the true meaning of the sword!

How can a swordsman without genius reach the top?

With perseverance and unremitting efforts!

The power of this sword has exceeded the limit, and it has vaguely reached the threshold of the realm of gods!

"Such a sword, barely strong, can be called great. ”

Sword Frost Yin closed his eyes slightly, as if he was immersed in this atmosphere and enjoyed it.

"At this point, I kind of wish it was me standing across from him......"

can get such an evaluation from the Lord of the Northern Star River, and it can also be seen that the power of this sword, if it were not for the earth-shattering ghosts and gods, the sword frost would not be eager to try.

It's a pity that this sword is an irreproducible sword after all, after the extinction of the hundred sons, it is impossible to burst out such a power with the power of one person again!

Feng Ziyue also took a deep breath, facing the surging power in front of him like a galaxy bursting, his face did not change, he just raised the long sword in his hand reverently, and roared loudly.

"Lord Shepherd, it is also an honor for the kid to see this sword!"

This sword, what is terrible is not the strength, the most terrible thing is the kind of undying persistence in the sword intent, even if the person holding the sword has been covered in bruises, I don't know how long it can last!

"Hehehe, before dying. With this sword, the old man can also look at it......"

The voice of the Great Priest was hoarse, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

"But don't be careless, I'm not dead yet!"

He laughed dryly, flipped his wrist, and saw that the huge blood sword that rushed down to the sky was also flexibly changed. The peak swept towards the key points of Fengziyue.

Although it is a huge force, it can control and do as he wants, in the last moments of his life. Burst into brilliant brilliance!

"Good swordsmanship!"

Feng Ziyue praised, with his left foot as the axis and his right foot as a little. After a spin on the spot, with a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand was actually pointing towards the tip of the huge blood sword!

In comparison, the innate sword in his hand was extremely small, and this sword pierced out as if it was piercing a high mountain with the tip of a needle!

"Yikes!"

Yan Luohongchen and Annihilation Wuba couldn't help but exclaim.

The sword of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice carries the great power that sweeps the galaxy, no matter what kind of master it is, the first reaction is to retreat first and avoid its edge.

According to what Sword Frost Yin said just now, he can't afford this sword.

How could Feng Ziyue be so bold?

Yue Lan was like frost and was shocked. clenched his fists.

"Good boy!"

Sword Frost Yin also finally began to face Feng Ziyue.

"This sword, my choice is not to be hard-connected, and the person who hard-connects can be said to be a fool......"

That being said, in his gaze. But in the end, there was no contempt and disdain, but a little respect.

“...... But in this world, only fools can see what others can't!"

As soon as Jian Shuang's voice fell, he saw the innate divine sword in Feng Ziyue's hand, as if there was no obstacle. It plunged straight into the blood-colored giant sword, and it broke through like a devastating stool!

"How so?"

Linglongwan and Han Wangsun were also taken aback, they also saw the power of the sword of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice, and they had been thinking about how to crack it.

The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword all burst out, containing the power of a hundred stars, and it was impossible to resist it head-on no matter what.

Feng Ziyue chose to use the sword, which made people admire his courage, but he didn't feel worried about him.

But what I didn't expect was such a result.

"He is the strength of his whole body, concentrated on the tip of the sword, so that he can be indestructible, such as wearing decay, but even if he can break this sword like this, but he is trapped in the giant sword, how can he get off, this ...... Isn't that self-defeating?"

Han Wangsun's face turned pale, and he spoke in disbelief.

Feng Ziyue stabbed out with a sword, and even the person with the sword fell into the huge blood sword together, and the whole person seemed to disappear out of thin air, although he could still feel his breath, but being trapped in the sword like this was really not a good sign.

This is self-defeating!

It seems that as long as the Great Pastoral Priest flicks his wrist, he can take Feng Ziyue's life!

At this moment, the figure of the Great Shepherd Priest was frozen!

The situation in the field suddenly became weird.

Feng Ziyue's figure disappeared, leaving only a vague breath, and the Great Shepherd's hair fluttering, his clothes were ragged, his seven orifices were bleeding, his hands were raised high, and a blood-colored giant sword hung above his head, which was also completely frozen!

"What's going on?"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this strange sight.

Sword Frost frowned.

"It's ......"

He could feel the fierce and powerful confrontation happening all around him, but he couldn't see it.

"Do you mean ......?"

Even the Chu madman, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened up at this time, and a trace of excitement appeared on his face.

Feng Ziyue and Da Mu Sai have both surpassed the limitations of time and space, and in a very short period of time, they have begun a swift and incoherent battle, although it seems that the two of them are completely static, but in that blood-colored giant sword, there is an incomparably fierce battle!

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Out of nowhere, there was a sound of breaking the sky, this was the sound of sword qi, even if almost all the top masters were present, they couldn't tell who had the upper hand.

The stillness didn't last long, but in the eyes of everyone, it seemed like a hundred years had passed.

Finally!

Hearing a loud bang, Feng Ziyue broke out of the blood-colored giant sword, flipped two somersaults in the air, and landed steadily, still standing quietly in front of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice.

The distance between the two was close, but neither moved.

Long.

The Great Priest opened his eyes slightly, and a smile of relief and joy appeared on his face.

"At this point in the kendo realm, I can be regarded as touching the threshold...... Thank you!"

He let out a long laugh and divided his hands, only to see that the blood-colored giant sword above his head had completely dissipated without a trace, and the Supreme Treasure Hundred Sons Extinction Sword was now gone.

There is no more extinction sword in the world!

"I still say the same thing, the great cause of kendo will be handed over to you in the future!"

"I can die at night, and I have no regrets in today's battle!"

In the midst of the long laughter, the Great Pastoral Priest suddenly spewed out a sudden blood arrow from top to bottom, scattering in all directions, hitting Feng Ziyue's white clothes, leaving a mark like plum blossoms.

Feng Ziyue did not evade.

Everyone remained silent.

With a bang, the phantom of the Great Shepherd Sacrifice dissipated!

This old man, who was obsessed with the sword, finally fell here!