Wutian seems to be teaching everyone in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect how to use the sword, and how to turn the sword into a real killing weapon.

This is the real swordsman, as long as the sword can make the enemy smell death, he makes everyone feel that death is not so difficult, under his sword, death is only a natural thing that will happen in the next second.

Wutian had already done what Tianyi Zhenren said, he was trying his best to control the amount of sword qi and the strength of his sword intent, and he didn't show his true sword heart yet.

He was not afraid of the death of his own sword, but he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble to the master, because then he would be punished and confined again, and then the enlightenment would be able to laugh at him like an unlucky bastard.

Fortunately, he didn't want to be an unlucky egg, so the Ten Thousand Swords disciples present didn't become unlucky people.

Not being swept into a honeycomb by Wutian's sword qi is already the greatest luck for the disciples of Ten Thousand Swords, Wutian's sword, unlike their sword, is a blood-devouring sword.

The air was torn to pieces more and more, and the Tai Chi texture under the feet of Wutian Enlightenment was full of cracks in an instant, of course it didn't matter, the broken stone slab could be repaired, but if the person's arm was broken, it would never be repaired.

Enlightenment was the center of the hurricane, and the one most likely to be torn to pieces, his figure blurring along with the space, and no one could see what he was doing under the countless rampaging air currents.

But no one would think that there would be any accidents to him, because in the Central Plains monk world, the reputation of enlightenment is far higher than that of enlightenment.

As long as the places he walked were all real immortal traces, these immortal traces would always give birth to some dusty monks in the near future.

The three-foot immortal dust is the bright star in the eyes of countless monks.

Everyone here knows that enlightenment is the so-called three-foot immortal dust, and the pure white whisk dust in his hand is a legendary immortal artifact, and the power it contains is mysterious.

But Wutian's sword seemed to be unable to stop, and this kind of sword qi that was angry at the bullfighting was not only not the slightest weakness for a while, but was climbing wildly.

The boiling air suddenly exploded with a thunderous explosion, making everyone feel deafening and dizzy.

But there are always a few equally good young people who can barely stay awake under this suffocating oppression.

For example, Su Wu, who has an innate Dao body, such as Xu Yu and Dao Xisheng, who have a strange physique forged by the day after tomorrow, and the young sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, Jian Ran, the young host of the bhikshu Miaoyue, and the little Zen Zi Huixin of the Jinchan Temple.

They are all leaders of the younger generation, and they are also the leaders of the future sect, but at the same time, they all feel a huge pressure of Mount Tai collapsing in front of them.

Although their eyes were closed by the wind, their divine sea could still maintain some sense of clarity.

It is precisely because their brains are still growing in their heads that they can understand and understand how big the gap between their cultivation and the two brothers of Enlightenment and Enlightenment is there.

It's so big that it's like a chasm, a moat.

At least for a short time, they will be difficult to cross.

..............................

After a series of huge explosions in the air, Goku suddenly shouted at the air that was about to be torn to pieces.

"Borrow a sword!"

It's too late, it's fast, after Wutian's voice fell, there were really many swords that slid towards him along the violent air current, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect completely began to panic.

A swordsman without a sword is like a cripple who has lost his legs, and the disciples of Ten Thousand Swords are so distraught that they no longer have any composure after losing their swords.

These self-proclaimed disciples of the sect's swordsmanship were extremely ashamed, but the pale sword failed to become blushing.

The pressure on them was too great, and the moment the saber behind them was removed from its scabbard, they induced the "blood mark" between their eyebrows, but they still failed to establish any effective connection with their own saber, and their swords escaped their control like loose horses.

The so-called "Blood Mark" is nothing more than a contract between Ten Thousand Swords and Sword Cultivators to use their true blood between their eyebrows to conclude a belongings with their own swords.

This is actually a compromise with the sword, and a swordsman has no confidence in mastering his sword, let alone being able to use it to kill the enemy with ease.

The "blood mark" that they are proud of in their eyes is not worth mentioning in the face of the real situation.

Having said that, after acquiring more swords of different styles, Wutian did not deliberately expand the sword momentum, but restrained his thunderous sword energy.

First, they are afraid that they will cause unnecessary harm to the "friendly guests" watching the battle on a whim, and second, they will not be able to pose any effective threat to enlightenment. Enlightenment, who had not moved, seemed to be smiling faintly in the broken wind, like an adult man looking at his child who had just learned to walk.

Wutian felt very uncomfortable in his heart, since some of the beautiful moves that were too "show off their might" had already been displayed, then he had to use his real killing in every step of the next.

Sometimes overly flashy moves are often not really more powerful than one horizontal and one vertical.

Goten's eyes suddenly became sharp, as sharp as his sword.

The next moment, he chose the variant.

The air was quiet in a moment, and all the noise stopped, but those swords that looked like headless flies did not stop, but understood faster, but this time the guests on the viewing platform and the disciples of the sect who were watching the battle from a distance could not feel the air flow again.

This means that Wutian is going to move his real character.

So the scattered swords finally ceased to be scattered, and they suddenly contracted as if they had suddenly received some kind of signal from their master, and formed a sphere steadily.

This time, there was still no sonorous sound of gold and stone colliding, and these swords looked like they were close to each other, deeply inlaid, like dragon scales one after another, but in fact, none of the swords were separated by a hair-like distance, and they were not close together.

All the swords are moving in an orderly manner towards the same speed and are extremely beautiful.

The swords moved slowly at first, then faster and faster, and finally they crept closer to the enlightenment, which had been motionless, and encased it firmly.

The speed of the sword was still accelerating, and some people were already imagining that the enlightenment inside the sword ball had turned into a ground of minced meat the size of dust.

There was still no movement in the enlightenment in the sword ball, and now many people had begun to secretly inhale the cool air, most of them were beginning to worry about the safety of the three-foot immortal dust.

Although most of the disciples of the three major sects looked down on Ziwei's new generation, none of them did not have admiration and yearning for the enlightenment of the three-foot immortal dust.

There are so many legends about his deeds of doing good and eliminating evil that they are too many to count, and there are so many good facts that he has done that they can convince everyone here.

Everyone was nervously waiting, but the thing that lined up like dragon scales showed no sign of loosening.

But since Wutian did not stop his sword, it can only mean that Wudao has not been defeated.

Perhaps he was just waiting for a certain opportunity, a certain moment when Goten would reveal a huge flaw, and then he would break out of his cocoon and turn the tide in one fell swoop.

If this was the case, much faster than everyone imagined, it didn't take long for Wutian to reveal a fatal flaw.

He seemed to be casual, and what was really buried under his indifferent expression was a huge sense of exertion, and he had tried very hard to control his sweat beads in his short hair, but the crystal cold sweat finally fell on his forehead.

Others seem to be an overwhelming offensive, but in fact it is not as simple and casual as it seems.

The precise and subtle control of dozens of swords is already a very nerve-wracking thing, if it weren't for the order of the Great Dao that Enlightenment naturally mastered, I'm afraid that this matter would be very difficult to complete.

As the flying sword land continued to speed up and rotate, the Dao Qi on Wutian's body was also rapidly consumed, and finally he had to slack off a little.

The enlightenment wrapped in layers of sword scales is not as embarrassing as everyone thinks. The dust in his hand had somehow become large enough to completely envelop his body, and he seemed to be sitting on a lotus platform, and the white hairs around him were removing traces of sharp and violent sword qi for him.

This is a tough battle, and whoever can hold on to the end will be the ultimate winner.

But facts have proved that the first to show his defeat is the enlightenment that has been persistently drawing out the sword.

The sword is always more laborious than the sword, and the force is too strong and too hasty has always been a shortcoming that Wutian is difficult to correct.

Trying too much to win can often end up losing.

At the moment when Enlightenment slackened slightly, a white filament peeked out of the gap between the swords.

This white silk is slender and weak, like the white hair of an old man in the twilight of his life, as if he will be quickly torn to pieces by the sharp blade of enlightenment in the next moment.

But it didn't, and though it was weak and thin as a hair, it was not easily cut off.

Since it has not been cut off, it will soon be able to give birth to a second, third, fourth, and countless roots............

Countless weak "white hairs" slowly grew from the body of the sword ball, and it slowly broke free from the cocoon of steel like a pure flower, quietly blooming with the various forms of life.

As the "white hair" "grew" like a weed, the beads of sweat on Wudao's face became denser and denser, and finally it was almost able to spread a net.

Now everyone can see that Wutian has become the end of the crossbow, and he is no longer able to launch the next round of offensive again.

A Enlightenment who did not admit defeat This time the grievances in his heart were like a big river about to overflow the riverbank, his sword heart had not yet been released, and his most proud swordsmanship was about to be defeated before it was shown.

He was unwilling, but he had to stop, he didn't want to lose too ugly, so he chose to collect his sword by himself.