The phantom sword technique drives the circulation of true qi in the body through the high-speed rotation of the body, and finally leads the circulating true qi to the sword body, causing the swordsman to split countless sword shadows while the body rotates.

Once the Phantom Sword Technique is used, what its sword shadow refers to cannot even be predicted by the sword maker himself!

Under the blessing of the Netherworld True Qi, this set of swordsmanship was like a poisonous snake with a green light, attacking in the direction of Wang Yuetian at an extremely fast speed.

In the face of this fateful sword shadow that flashed with a blue green cold glow, Wang Yuetian's heart did not have a trace of waves.

After all, although the sword shadow in front of him was sharp, it was still too much worse if compared to the thunderstone rain that he had experienced not long ago.

Looking at the green sword shadow that was getting closer and closer, Wang Yuetian still took a deep breath.

After the turbid qi in his body was exhaled, a circle of detached divine consciousness was like a wave of fluctuating tulle qi, which instantly enveloped Wang Yuetian's surroundings.

At the same time as the divine consciousness was released, Ma Jingwu's first sword rays had also entered the detection range of Wang Yuetian's divine sea.

Originally, Ma Jingwu, as the three peerless martial artists of the Poison Hand Hall this time, was much stronger than Wang Yuetian in terms of force.

But for Wang Yuetian, who had mastered the method of releasing his divine sense, the countless sword shadows that seemed to be irregular, but they became pictures with clear trajectories.

At this moment, in Wang Yuetian's Divine Sea, the sword shadows that shook at an extremely fast speed changed their shapes one after another.

The sword in Ma Jingwu's hand, in his eyes, was only a little bit on the tip of the sword. With the movement of the tip of the sword, a curve that twisted forward in a spiral shape was completely presented in Wang Yuetian's eyes.

Within this strange divine sense, the speed of the sword and the trajectory of its movement have become the movement data of this point. At this time, Wang Yuetian suddenly had a feeling that under this unknown magical power, even if the opponent was strong, as long as he entered the range covered by his divine sense, he would have the power to fight:

Within my consciousness, I am invincible!!

For Wang Yuetian at this moment, he could completely imitate Mo Jingyun's move that day, and once again hit the same position of Ma Jingwu's sword with a hundred attacks, breaking his sword. And the strong desire to fight under the acquisition of great power also constantly stimulates him to engage in a hearty battle.

But just in an instant, Wang Yuetian pressed this strong impulse in the bottom of his heart.

After all, for him, he knows very well: the more instincts emerge, the narrower the space for rational calculations. And those who easily succumb to their sensual instincts will not reap the greatest fruits of victory. Because the fruit of victory, which symbolizes the maximization of profits, grows only in the soil of absolute rationality.

After quickly determining the calculation in his heart, an extremely realistic panicked expression appeared on Wang Yuetian's face.

Crackling.

Crackling.

Crackling.

With the sound of weapons colliding, Wang Yuetian's figure quickly retreated, looking from a distance, giving people a feeling that they would not be able to support it at any time.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Three Peerless Sects present also applauded:

"Okay!! Senior Brother Ma's phantom sword technique is changing rapidly, and it's really powerful!!

"Of course, Senior Brother Ma's swordsmanship combined with Netherworld True Qi can be called invincible at the same level!"

"That Wang Yuetian is just entering the foundation, looking at this posture, I can't see two breaths, and he is going to taste the taste of the netherworld and the bones. ”

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In the applause of the disciples of the Three Peerless Sects, Ma Jingwu's momentum was even better, and under the excitement of the true yuan in his body, the sword in his hand rotated faster.

In the face of this change, Wang Yuetian couldn't even stand on his feet.

At this moment, a coquettish cry came from the hollow of the tree:

"Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one... ”

Hearing this series of rapid reports, everyone present was stunned.

For everyone in the field, they had already decided that this Wang Yuetian would die under Ma Jingwu's sword, and the disciples of the Three Peerless Sect's Divine Palace this time were headed by Ma Jingwu, how could anyone really calculate Ma Jingwu's sword moves.

Hearing this sudden series of reports, the disciples of the Three Peerless Sect discovered that although Ma Jingwu's phantom sword technique was powerful, the frequency of his moves was also amazingly fast.

Looking at that Wang Yuetian again, although he was already embarrassed under the persecution of the sword shadow in the sky, it was like a small grass bent in the wind, and it seemed that it would be uprooted at any time.

But until this time, Wang Yuetian's figure was still struggling to support under the shadow of the sword in the sky, and he just refused to fall.

"Ninety-five!

Ninety-six!

Ninety-seven!

Ninety-eight!

Ninety-Nine !!"

Just when the disciples of the Three Peerless Sects secretly said that it was not good in their hearts, and even doubted whether this Wang Yuetian could really take a hundred moves in the hands of Ma Jingwu.

The sword shadow that was originally forcing Wang Yuetian disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, Ma Jingwu's voice resounded throughout the audience:

"One Hundred !!"

With this "hundred" voice, a dark red sword qi that was different from the past rushed out from the sword in Ma Jingwu's hand at an extremely fast speed, and stabbed towards Wang Yuetian's heart, who was only five steps away!!

With a muffled bang, Wang Yuetian, who had no time to dodge at all, was instantly knocked out of the air, and under the way he flew out, only a drop of blood mist floating in the air remained!

Seeing this fierce and domineering scarlet sword, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.

At the same time, a slightly shocked and anxious tone came out of the tree hole again:

"Wang Yuetian !!"