Chapter 530: Symbolism (Page 1/1)

He was sure that the other party was the owner of the Tiandu Sword.

The power of the Sword Pavilion Tiandu Sword is that it can use a limited amount of true yuan to evoke the resonance of many vitality between heaven and earth.

If you want to absorb a lot of vitality, the more vitality you carry, the more you naturally need more and stronger true elements, but the uniqueness of the Tiandu Sword is not that it is carried in large quantities, but that some true elements are released towards heaven and earth, and the vibration of these true elements is exchanged for the resonance of many heaven and earth vitality.

The resonance of a basin of water can only make a splash, but the resonance of a snow-capped mountain can form an avalanche.

In Yang Wan's opinion, if you want to deal with the Tiandu Sword, you must first cut off this resonance between the other party's True Yuan and Heaven and Earth.

When countless sword lights walked in the sky, many strands of qi flowing from Yan Wumei's body were instantly cut off, and even the water vapor in the air and the clouds in the sky were cut to pieces by these knife lights, and even the wind blowing from one direction turned into countless strips of flocculents, and the sky suddenly became brighter.

However, Yang Wan's brows suddenly furrowed.

Before his knife could actually be cut out, he already felt that Yan Wumei's body was empty.

In his perception, the words and eyebrows in front of him were empty, without threat.

It no longer makes sense for him to slash and not slash at his words.

He didn't know what kind of means Yan Wumei used to empty the massive amount of true yuan accumulated in his body in an instant, but at this time, the true yuan released from Yan Wumei's body had already formed countless brighter spaces in the sky.

These true elements are like countless floating transparent mirrors, powerless and threatening in themselves, but the bright light passing through these mirrors is rapidly converging into brighter flames of light.

Then these bright flames of light converged through the transparent mirrors below.

There are golden points of light forming in the air.

It's like the unburned embers of a chimney at night.

Yang Wan narrowed her eyes slightly.

A little golden light fell on the tip of his brow, and then his brow burned, and a wisp of green smoke lit up.

A little bit of golden light is followed by countless dots of golden light.

Countless exclamations rang out.

There were countless sneering noises on the surface of the water, and white vapor was constantly rising.

There were many blackened marks on the driftwood, and smoke continued to rise, and then bloomed into bright flames.

There were many scorched black holes in Yang Wan and Yan Wumei's hair and clothes, Yang Wan held the handle of the knife tightly, he constantly sensed the changes in these vitality, thinking about breaking the method.

In a very short period of time, he had thought of countless possibilities, but sensing the speed at which those sun true fires were condensing, and perceiving the range of these true fires with the other party's intentions, the corners of his mouth slowly showed a wry smile.

A cultivator may be able to outperform most flying swords in the world, but who can outshine the light?

"From the very beginning, you thought you were going to die with me?"

He looked at Yan Wumei, who was also bathed in such a star of light in front of him, and asked.

Yan Wumei looked at him, didn't answer yes, didn't answer no, just said: "I have long been unable to use the Tiandu Sword, this is the only sword I have cultivated since I was crippled, no matter who it is, no matter what kind of move the opponent uses, I will only use this sword." ”

Yang Wan smiled bitterly.

There were also many scorched marks on his white jade-like cheeks, and his originally delicate face now became like a pockmark.

"How?"

He looked at the old man of the Sword Pavilion with mixed emotions and asked seriously again.

"Ordinary practitioners can't do it. Yan Wumei laughed, "But if you are already a cultivator with many broken meridians, and you have gone through many years of penance, and you have continuously connected several special meridians into huge passages, then it is not difficult to do this at all. ”

Yang Wan suddenly brightened.

"What's the difference between this and leaving a huge permeable sword hole in your body all the time?"

He shook his head with some admiration and some emotion, and said: "It's just these means, such a condensation of the sword intent of the sun's true fire, but others can't think of it, who will be ready to meet death from the beginning of preparing a move?"

When his voice sounded, the hair and clothes on his and Yan Wumei's bodies burned completely.

His browless skin peeled off like burnt paper.

In the eyes of everyone, such a picture only appeared for a short moment.

Those dotted golden stars connected into a line, connected into a piece.

The incomparably dazzling light completely enveloped the more than ten zhang radius where they were, and these golden rays were so dazzling that everyone couldn't see the picture inside at all.

Just splendid, just brilliant.

All the floating objects near the two of them, including the remains of the Northern Wei soldiers who had been lying on the ground before, all disappeared in the light.

Even those tough leather armors eventually turned into ashes.

When the light began to fade, only some white ashes were scattered.

The gold and iron were not melted.

The legendary Northern Wei magic knife, the full moon scimitar, fell to the ground obliquely.

From beginning to end, this powerful Northern Wei cultivator did not use a complete sword.

Because it can't be cracked, it is meaningless, it is better to solve the incomprehensible confusion before leaving this world.

The section of the pontoon near the north wall of Zhongli was completely burned through, and only many broken iron cables were implicated like spider webs.

All the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at such a picture, shocked and speechless, and many people's lips were constantly trembling, but they couldn't make a sound.

All the Southern Dynasty people on the city wall of Zhongli looked at the place where the old man of the Sword Pavilion had disappeared, but their faces became more and more solemn.

Lin Yi slowly lowered his head.

There was a clear white line not far in front of him.

Those white lines are the edges of the accumulation of fine white ashes, and they are also the edges shrouded in the sword intent of the words.

He had some inevitable sadness.

But it's more about pride.

This should be the moment of the Sword Pavilion's glory.

"My Sword Pavilion is here... As long as there is one person in the Sword Pavilion, this city will never fall into your hands. ”

He raised his head again, facing Jiang Xinzhou, facing the north bank opposite, and said slowly and clearly.

All the Northern Wei people who heard this sound became heavy in their breathing.

No one contradicted his statement.

Because every person in the Northern Wei Dynasty, including the generals of the White Bone Army later, was sinking in their hearts, and they all felt that Lin Yi's words might be a nightmare-like fact.

Lin Yi took a deep breath.

He made the qi in his body flow faster, so that the recovery of injuries in his body was as fast as possible.

His gaze fell on the moon scimitar.

From the reactions of those Northern Wei people before, he knew that this scimitar probably occupied the same position in the hearts of these Northern Wei people as the Kunpeng heavy armor.

His own sword had been lost in battle.

This kind of scimitar, which looked too wide, he also felt that he was not used to it.

But it's a symbol.

So he stepped forward, reached for the knife, and stuck it in the broken wall behind him.

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