The light flickered, and the fist suddenly became like a jade carving.

The fist was not big, but it was still very large compared to the barely visible sword ink, so the sword ink was all shrouded in the fist.

What is domineering? That is, after the appearance of this fist, there is nothing else in heaven and earth.

Su Yong once had a poem: "A touch of new sunny spring is pretty, and if you want to do it, the grass paper kite flies, and the wind is light outside the artemisia." ”

The fist intent is like a clear heart after a long rain, easily affecting everyone's hearts and minds, and firmly holding the initiative in their hands.

Therefore, the fist is in front of it, and the unstoppable sword ink can no longer enter.

The gentleman's sword intent does not trap the wind of the sword, is not afraid of the wave of the sword, and does not break the thunder of the sword, but it stagnates in the last round of the scorching sun.

Bu is famous and blessed to the soul, his heart moves at will, and he intends to lead his fist, and the fist condensed by the point of light falls.

The clouds are gone, and the color is bright.

It's as if nothing has happened, and everything seems to be an illusion, the scorching sun, the wind and thunder, the sword and ink, the light fist...... It's all gone.

Bu Mingming's long sword was on the ground, panting heavily, just now he swung his fist with the sword, and he had consumed eighty percent of his spirit, he now felt extremely weak, and he might even fall down at any time.

Fu Hao was amazed, it was the first time he had seen someone imitate his sleeve fist to three points of divine intent, and this person was still a swordsman.

You know, he only used his sleeve punch once in front of Bu Mingming, and at that time, his mind was still immersed in the realm of divine separation and sword understanding...... This Bu is famous, he is really a talented genius!

After a while, everyone in the martial arts arena came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Hey, why am I distracted?

"Huh, I almost fell asleep when you said that. It should be taken on, you see that Bu Mingming is still standing, and the deer sect master has not left yet. ”

"Makes sense, but why don't I have much of an impression, I don't know why a landscape painting suddenly appeared in my head, and a fist, it's really strange......"

"I had the same dream, and I remember the wind and rain, the waves crashing on the shore, and then the sky cleared after the rain!"

"Could it be that the poison just now has not been completely removed, and we are having the same hallucination?"

"Makes sense......"

They didn't know that it was Lu Siren and Bu Mingming's sword intent that was strong enough to affect the people around them, and it was not the sequelae of bitter dreams.

Lu Siren's face was solemn, he stood with his sword in his hand, his sleeve robe fluttering lightly in the wind, still calm and calm.

Swinging two swords at Bu Mingming in succession didn't have much impact on him, but Lu Siren was very interested in the formula that Bu Mingming used at the end just now.

Although his comprehension of boxing is not as good as that of swordsmanship, Lu Siren, as the sect master of the Holy Sword Sect, is himself a nine-rank master, and his vision is naturally extraordinary, he can be sure that it is not sword intent, but more like fist intent.

That fist intent is extremely domineering, swallowing mountains and rivers, if it weren't for Bu Mingming's exhaustion, and his grasp of this fist intent is not very mellow, his only remaining gentleman's sword intent may have been crushed long ago.

And. Lu Siren had a guess that this fist intent was the foundation and core of Bu Mingming's ability to fuse his three major sword intents into one furnace and turn them into the realm of sword intent.

Anyway, this Bu has already surprised himself twice. I don't know how to face his third move when he is almost at the end of his strong crossbow?

Lu Siren looked up at Bu Mingming, and said slowly: "The second move just now is very interesting and powerful. ”

Interesting refers to the fist intent that he can't see through, and the strength is that Bu is famous for being able to take his gentleman's sword.

"There's one more trick, I'll make an exception and give you another chance, and you can choose to give up here. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and even many elders of the Holy Sword Sect felt incredible.

What kind of character is the Deer Sect Master? He is very powerful and very rigid, and there is no reason for him to change what he believes and what he agrees to. At the moment, the sect master is not only so serious about a young man, but also gives him the opportunity to change his mind several times, does the sect master really think that Bu is famous and is unwilling to give him a blow?

Bu Mingming stood up straight and said, "Thank you for the kindness of Sect Master Lu." ”

He knew that Lu Siren saw through his idea of wanting to fight a real kendo master, and he also knew that Lu Siren's advice was essentially a hint.

"Your goal of wanting to make a move has basically been achieved, if I am asked to use the third sword, not only will there be no possibility of any follow-up, but I will also be seriously injured. This is the meaning behind Lu Siren's advice.

Bu is famous for looking at his body, the dantian abyss is in chaos, there is not much internal strength and true qi left in his body, the meridians are damaged and the pain is unbearable, if it is not for a breath of qi, he will fall.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a master of the nine grades......" Bu Mingming smiled miserably, but accidentally pulled his body, and there was another burst of pain.

"However, even so, I want to personally experience the strongest sword move of the Holy Sword Sect Master, even if it is a dead ......"

Bu Mingming's eyes became hot again, what state was he in now, even if he knew that the mountain in front of him was so high that he would faint halfway up, he also wanted to climb, he knew that the lake in front of him was so deep that he couldn't touch it, he also wanted to swim, he knew that the fire around him was hot enough to burn him, and he also wanted to touch and feel that warmth.

The moth fights the fire and rests until death, which is not only the famous sword intent of life, but also his true thoughts now.

He wants to be famous, he wants to be seen by the people who should see it, he wants to challenge that person, he wants to leave his own legend on the rivers and lakes...... But other than that, he's a swordsman.

If you are not a swordsman, I am afraid that you will never be able to understand this feeling, and at this moment, the desire in your heart exceeds the fear of death.

Bu Mingming seemed to have some strength again, and he said to Lu Siren sincerely: "Sect Master Lu, please take action!"

Gu Yuanzhi pursed his lips, his eyes looked at the man in the field motionlessly, the real hero in his heart had another figure at this moment.

Fu Hao looked at Bu Mingming, at this moment, this shaky but still standing figure coincided with the somewhat cute young man on the bank of the Chu River who followed him to practice fighting hexagram thunderbolt fingers, he knew that the Bu Fame at this moment was the complete Bu Fame.

Some of the onlookers cheered for Bu to become famous, some laughed at him for not being able to do anything, and some just wanted to watch the excitement...... But all of this has nothing to do with Bu being famous.

He couldn't hear anything in his ears, only Lu Siren in front of him, to be precise, the sword in Lu Siren's hand.

Lu Siren looked at Bu Mingming carefully again for a long time before saying, "Next, it is my strongest sword." ”

He agreed to Bu Mingming's request, and decided to use his strongest sword to close the final hurdle of the sword competition.

Lu Siren began to swing his sword.

He didn't have many mysterious moves, nor did he have the wind in the sky, and he didn't have the scene of sword qi sweeping across the sword, he just swung his sword.

From slow to fast, from left to right, the shape is amorphous, the move is indefinite, there is not much beauty, but it is indescribably smooth.

Almost everyone was drawn to his sword-swinging.

(End of chapter)