Wow!

The earth-shattering sword aura reflected in the sky.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing else but infinite whiteness.

The shadow of the sword pierced through the heavens and the earth, slashing in the air with a terrifying killing power.

Meantime.

In the shadow of the sword.

It contains two diametrically opposed artistic conceptions: desolation, tragedy, tragedy, prosperity, tranquility and vigor.

It gives people a sense of confusion and rebellion, and makes it difficult for people to vomit blood.

In the dark, it suppresses thoughts and makes people lose their minds.

However.

Seeing this sword, Qin Tian still looked calm and unaffected.

Even.

He also nodded quietly, revealing a hint of appreciation.

Ji Luochen is only in the divine realm, and he is still in the era of the end of the inheritance of the micro-end.

But he can still integrate a lifetime of experience and a lifetime of comprehension, and cultivate the artistic conception one step in advance.

Though.

The power of the artistic conception displayed by the other party at this time, in Qin Tian's opinion, still seemed very immature.

But.

Worthy of the name of the sword god.

"The world sighed. ”

Qin Tian smiled slightly, slowly raised the Qianzhao sword, and stood horizontally in front of his chest.

And then.

With a sigh, his expression began to become distant and deep.

Like.

An old man who has insight into the world and quietly observes the changes in the world.

Like.

After the vicissitudes of life, the witness of the rise and fall of the world.

The rise and fall of the world is all in one sigh!

Wow......

The sword in his hand was slowly pushed out.

There was no earth-shattering momentum as expected.

There is no such dazzling change that shocks the heart.

It was just an inconspicuous sword shadow, and the fog was vast.

However.

In the depths of the fog shadows, there are infinite changes in the scene, sometimes born and sometimes destroyed.

There are all kinds of emotions, all kinds of complex fluctuations, intertwined.

Sometimes.

It is a prosperous and prosperous era.

Sometimes.

It is a turbulent time full of smoke.

Sometimes.

It's laughter.

Sometimes.

It's tragic and tragic.

And so on.

Seems.

In this foggy and narrow shadow of the sword, it contains the changes of the world and the changes of history.

One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi.

Although it is not conspicuous and grandiose, it is all-encompassing!

Wow......

The shadow of the sword in the fog swayed by.

Ji Luochen's extraordinary sword shadow, as well as a strange artistic conception.

As soon as it comes into contact, it is like spring snow meeting the sun, and it melts in an instant.

And then.

It's as if they have been assimilated, and they all pour into it.

Seems.

The torrent of history rolls by.

Nothing can be stopped, nothing can be resisted.

In an instant.

Everything disappears, everything clarifies.

Wow......

The misty sword shadow engulfed everything, and rushed to Ji Luochen's face without any barrier.

"It's ......"

Ji Luochen had already been shocked by this scene, and his mind was completely lost.

Even.

The attacks rushed in, but they couldn't react.

Though.

The foggy sword shadow in front of him was not obvious, and the threat to him was not great.

But.

The extraordinary artistic conception contained in it is like the scene of the torrent of history.

But it gave him a great shock!

He never imagined that kendo could reach such a level in front of him!

In the torrent of history, he is just a tiny speck of dust.

I can't resist at all.

In a trance.

He even felt that he was part of the torrent of history.

Involuntarily, I want to throw myself into it and turn into dust.

Wow......

The next moment.

The foggy sword shadow disappeared directly, and the scene was directly shattered.

The awe-inspiring sword momentum automatically separated, scraping past him.

Teng Teng Teng ......

Ji Luochen subconsciously took a few steps back and gradually regained consciousness.

The face was pale and pale.

In his eyes, there was boundless horror.

With his strength, under the sword just now, he was actually seized of his mind and completely fell into a blank, but he didn't know it.

Though.

Among them, he was obsessed with kendo, and when he saw such an extraordinary kendo, he couldn't help but be too obsessed with it for a while.

But.

It can also be seen that Qin Jiuyuan's sword path is very clever, far beyond his imagination.

"You lost. ”

A calm voice followed.

Qin Tian dispersed the attack, withdrew his Qianzhao sword, and looked over with a smile.

After all.

There is no grudge between the two sides.

Just, just a fight.

It is enough to divide the winner and loser, and you don't have to take his life.

"I lost ......"

Ji Luochen was shocked, muttering to himself, with a lonely look.

It's been a long time.

Ji Luochen didn't say a word, didn't move, and seemed to have fallen into a trance.

Qin Tian didn't bother him either, levitating in mid-air, waiting quietly.

"The master is defeated......"

"How could it be ......"

"I don't want to believe ......"

"Master ......"

Yanaka.

Several disciples froze on the spot, still as clay sculptures.

There was a deep shock in his eyes.

At last.

Even the eyes began to glow, and it was difficult to accept this fact.

In their hearts, Shizun is a myth and a legend.

It's a generation of sword gods!

It is a mountain that will never be defeated!

However.

The living facts, now before them, ruthlessly destroy their faith.

Shizun is defeated!

Or defeated in the most proud kendo!

The mountains have fallen, and faith has fallen.

Difficult to accept......

"Hahahaha......"

"I'm defeated!"

"I'm finally defeated!"

"Hahahaha......"

Moment.

Ji Luochen suddenly burst into bursts of laughter, stirring up the storm.

On his face, he swept away the previous loneliness, and seemed to be faintly relieved.

Seems.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Ji Luochen, who entered the Tao with a sword, is known as a peerless sword god.

Half a life, never tasted defeat.

For the world, it is the supreme glory and an unattainable legend.

However.

For him, who is obsessed with kendo, it is a misfortune and a kind of helplessness.

A bitterness of cutting off the road ahead and not seeing hope.

Right now.

Defeated by Qin Tian, he saw a higher level and a more extraordinary way of swordsmanship.

Not only did it not make him frustrated, but it made his originally somewhat dead state of mind once again ripple and regain his passion.

Under the eyes, there is a faint fanaticism.

Looked at.

Qin Tian also smiled indifferently, and was not surprised.

"Qin Daoyou, please. ”

Ji Luochen restrained his mood and stretched out his hand to ask.

"Please. ”

Qin Tian nodded.

Xiuxiu......

The two of them breathed away and slowly fell downward.

And then.

At Ji Luochen's invitation, the two talked and laughed and walked towards the depths of the valley.

"This ......"

"What the hell is wrong with Master?"

"Senior sister, I'm not mistaken, right?"

"Shizun was obviously defeated by Senior Qin, why is he still smiling so happily?"

"Is it also a joy to be defeated?"

"I don't understand......

Several disciples looked at each other, confused, and the second monk was completely confused.

Before.

The two had a very happy conversation, but suddenly they didn't say a word and got into a fight.

Right now.

Shizun was even defeated by Senior Qin with a sword path, but he was happy instead.

All kinds of things.

In their eyes, they all seem so abrupt and so strange.

Even.

They couldn't help but muttered in their hearts:

Could it be that the powerhouses of the God Realm are actually so weird?

(End of chapter)