The voice was full of pride, and rightfully so.

Bu Mingming was silent, although he didn't understand what was going on, but he knew what was communicating with him.

It's the fist intent he imitates.

I don't know why, this fist intent was able to transcend and affect him.

"Hmm, why don't you speak, are you frightened by Uncle Ben's prestige? Don't worry, I won't bully you, follow me in the future, eat and drink without asking......"

As his consciousness gradually cleared up, Bu Mingming also thought about the problem of his sword intent.

The sea of sword intent and fire contains the sword path of the world, but there is no Shaolang sword created by him; an ordinary sword intent here can still block the sea of fire, but his Shaolang sword intent has no effect.

This sea of sword intent and fire fundamentally negates his Shaolang sword intent, or it means that his sword path is cut off, and there is no possibility of consummation.

It doesn't get any more painful for a swordsman......

"Ahem, okay, you should get out of here, or it's really dark outside......"

Bu Mingming smiled miserably: "Hehe, go out? How can I get out? My sword path is wrong, my sword intent is wrong, my efforts all the time are wrong, what's the use of going out, making everyone laugh?"

The sound of fist intent was silent for a long time.

"Is that all you have to do with kendo?"

"Just because of this humble state of happiness, are you unstable in your sword heart?"

"Think about it carefully, who is it who has been painstakingly and lonely for a long time? Who is it who is the one who has realized the sword intent at the head of the tide? Who is the one who has fused the sword intent of a strong enemy? Is your sword path and your sword intent created for the evaluation of other people's eyes? If that is the case, what is the persistence and disobedience that have been carried out all along?"

"If you don't admit it, why do you need him to admit it! You can walk your own sword path, your own sword intent will be condensed by yourself, and if there is no way, you will cut out a way!"

"The sword is a killer, the edge is a double edge, and it has been the king of a hundred soldiers since ancient times. ”

"How can you be hearty with blind defense, and beating him is the royal road!"

"Finally, never forget why you hold a sword!"

The sea of sword intent and fire continued to vibrate, and it seemed that he was a little unstable because of these words, or he felt uneasy.

"My sword, my way!" Bu Mingming muttered to himself, feeling like he had been puzzled for a long time, as if he had been enlightened.

He thought of the Hengjian Gate, where strength was respected, the expectations of his parents, the high hopes of his teacher, the Qingfeng Sword Technique that had been passed down from generation to generation, and the Qingfeng Sword and Lu Benzhen.

He remembered the Chaotou Wu Sword on the bank of the Chu River, the Shaolang Sword, the Fighting Hexagram Thunderbolt Finger, the incomparably powerful and incomparably chic Fu Hao, the shy but delicate Gu Yuanzhi, and the persistence and unwillingness all the time.

He also saw Yu Banxian's golden light sword, Lin Zifeng's wind-riding sword, and Lu Siren's gentleman's sword...... Finally turned into the realm of his sword intent.

When Bu Mingming's mind moved, countless golden lights gathered, and his figure condensed in an instant.

As soon as it appeared, the infinite sword intent and the sea of fire were felt and swept over, but this time the sea of fire could not be injured.

All the sword intent was blocked a foot away from Bu Mingming's body, and there seemed to be this invisible barrier, which was the power beyond the ordinary sword intent, or the sword heart.

Bu Mingming sighed a lot, and he said softly: "Thank you......"

No one answered, and it seemed that even the conversation between Fist Intent and him just now was illusory.

Bu Mingming stretched out his hand, and a sword fell into his hand. This sword has a jade luster all over, but it has a domineering spirit.

"If there is no way, I will cut a way, and if you don't recognize me, why should I need you to admit it? ”

"Not falling into the trap of the mundane, is to transcend it!"

The previous Bu Mingming wanted to use the sword intent to defend, but he inadvertently fell down, his Shaolang sword intent was guided by Fu Hao's sleeve fist, how could such a domineering fist intent be willing to defend?

Bu Mingming's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his momentum continued to rise. He took a light step forward, and the sea of fire took a step back.

"How can you say that there is no attack?"

Bu is famous for slashing out with a sword.

One intention is clear and a thousand intentions are silent, and one sword is succumbed to ten thousand swords.

This sword has begun to take on an invincible momentum.

"Since Lu Siren's sword is called Conscience, then my sword is called Worthy of Shame!"

There was no wind or waves, but the sword intent and the sea of fire were divided in half, and a path appeared.

A sword of inquiry questions the sword heart, and for those who are beyond imagination about the strength of the sword heart, they will naturally become extremely vulnerable.

"Hahaha...... I have a sword heart, but how much does it go through the sea of fire?"

Bu Mingming's long sword was carried behind him, and he walked through the path illuminated by the sea of fire, and finally returned.

At the moment when his consciousness returned, Bu Chuming seemed to hear a complaint.

"What is the broken name, or Uncle Ben's Heaven and Earth Infinite Creation Qiankun is the only one who respects the domineering and unequaled fist is better......"

——

On the martial arts field.

Fu Hao suddenly felt that something related to him was back.

Lu Siren kept looking at the rickety long sword in Bu Mingming's hand, which seemed to be about to fall to the ground from just now.

And the moment the sword landed, it meant that he lost to the Sword of Conscience, to be precise, to lose to his own Kenshin.

Suddenly, Bu Mingming's hand seemed to have strength, and he clenched the long sword.

Lu Siren looked at his face in surprise, and saw the other party say with a smile: "What, Sect Master Lu is interested in my sword, and I can't consider selling it to you at a good price......

Lu Siren didn't hide the surprise in his heart, no one had ever been able to reshape the sword heart when he was on the verge of collapse when he was hit by a sword of conscience, how did he do it?

He looked at the young man in front of him, although his breath was much calmer, it was still very messy, it was estimated that his internal strength was still very little left, and his physical exertion was almost at the limit, just like before he was in the middle of the sword.

But Lu Siren felt that something was different.

Bu is famous for being more calm and firm, and also has a unique temperament.

If Bu Mingming was a gentle but paranoid person about kendo before, then he is now a little more domineering and arrogant.

It's like a sword, now an inch out of its sheath.

"This young man seems to be really not simple......

The onlookers saw Lu Siren and Bu Mingming standing opposite each other in the martial arts arena, and no one was sure what happened, nor was they sure whether Bu Mingming would take this last move.

They just saw Lu Siren's long sword sheathed, and then Bu Mingming stood still as if he had been pointed, and it didn't seem to move again until just now.

And some people with slightly weaker skills were affected by Lu Siren's sword of conscience before, and they were even in a state of some trance.

"What happened to the end?" was the question in everyone's minds.

They didn't have to wait long, because Lu Siren spoke up right after.

"You're good!"

Hearing such an evaluation, the audience became lively again, and they were discussing whether this meant that Bu Mingming took Lu Siren's third move.

Lu Siren's eyes swept over the audience and said loudly.

"I declare that the winner of this tournament is—"

"Bu is famous!"

(End of chapter)