Chapter 11 Sword Cultivator in the Middle Ages (4)

This sword has no sword essence, no body training power, and no soul power. It is just a very ordinary sword thrust, but it carries the spirit and spirit that Chen Zong has nurtured and inspired since the fierce battle.

It is an unrivaled belief that one must strike and one must kill. With just one sword, one can devote all his strength to it. It is the strength of the spirit and the strength of the body.

The moment the sword was swung, Chen Zong felt a sublimation, which was a kind of spiritual sublimation, as if breaking the limit of the spirit.

At the beginning of cultivation, the spiritual will was not prominent, but gradually, it became an important part, like a kind of belief.

But then, mastering the consciousness, then mastering the mind, and condensing the soul, is equivalent to the transformation of the spirit again and again, and the evolution again and again, just like the evolution of life, constantly rising to a higher level .

However, the spirit has never disappeared, it has always existed.

Today, all high-end powers have been suppressed by the field of kendo, and the only thing left is the most fundamental spiritual will.

That is also the fundamental power that a person is born with, not acquired through cultivation.

The sword was swung, as if it was burning, and it also made Chen Zong have an indescribable understanding, but it was too late to think about it, because he couldn't think about it, so he could only swing this sword.

With all his strength, he swung this sword.

The ultimate sword in normal state.

The sword light shot out in an instant, as if traveling through time and space, with a single strike.

The strongest sword, the most powerful sword.

Can't stop it!

The figure formed by the condensed sword energy couldn't stop Chen Zong's sword with all his strength.

The sword that was slashed out of his hand was instantly shattered, like a broken bamboo, without half the power to resist.

The sword is broken!

Death!

The figure formed by the condensed sword energy was immediately shattered by Chen Zong's sword, and dissipated in an instant, leaving only a majestic and extremely pure original sword energy of the dark attribute, which flew directly into Chen Zong's body .

The sword energy was very majestic, once it entered the body, Chen Zong had a clear feeling, it was very strange, as if something had entered.

In the next breath, Chen Zong felt again that a tyrannical force seemed to appear out of thin air, rushing endlessly in his body.

Power, is back.

Because of suppressing his kendo field, it disappeared.

This also shows that the power in the field of kendo has been exhausted.

The absorbed original sword energy of the dark attribute immediately actively merged into Chen Zong's sword essence, which made the transformation of the sword essence in the beginning more obvious.

Especially the majestic original sword energy absorbed at the end.

Immediately, Chen Zong stared at the black giant sword in front of him. Now, he should be able to touch the giant sword.

A sword left by a kendo master in the Middle Ages.

Striding out, Chen Zong approached the black giant sword step by step. He circulated his strength and raised it to the extreme, and the power of Moxin was fully recovered. He was fully focused and ready to respond at any time.

Because even Moxin doesn't know the details of the giant sword.

An artifact left by a master of swordsmanship must possess unpredictable power in itself.

Chen Zong held his breath, concentrated his attention, concentrated all his attention, and concentrated his strength on his arms, reaching directly to his palms, circulating endlessly.

Grab it with one hand!

Five fingers pierced the sky like a sharp sword,

Carrying an incomparably astonishing power, he stabbed directly, and when he approached the black hilt covered with sword patterns, his five fingers suddenly bent, like eagle claws, as if they could tear everything apart.

hold on!

Just for a moment, Chen Zong's five fingers that condensed the ultimate power seemed to be burning with divine fire,

It was clasped on the dark sword hilt covered with magical sword patterns. The moment Chen Zong's five fingers clasped the black sword hilt, an indescribable cold force immediately diffused through the five fingers, and Chen Zong palm dip.

The power burning like divine fire on the five fingers seemed to be irresistible.

However, Chen Zong didn't let go of his fingers, because he didn't feel any danger or threat, it was just a reaction of the sword itself.

Five fingers clasped tightly, the joints protruded, and the veins on the back of the hand also protruded, Chen Zong exerted strength.

The power of Dacheng World's divine body is astonishing, powerful enough to lift mountains, but Chen Zong discovered that the weight of this sword seems to be stronger than that of ancient mountains. With his own strength that can destroy mountains and mountains, it is... hard to shake a cent.

Don't move!

The giant sword remained motionless.

Incredible!

The thirteenth-fold heart fire burned, which immediately increased Chen Zong's strength. The right arm holding the giant sword swelled up in an instant, containing terrifying power, as if it could easily smash the earth with one punch.

work hard!

The five fingers seemed to crush the hilt of the sword, but that was just an illusion.

Not moving, still not moving at all.

Lingwu is supreme!

All the power erupted completely and multiplied directly.

However, it was useless, the sword was still stuck on the ground, as if it was integrated with the earth, and could not be shaken at all.

In the next breath, a sudden change occurred.

Chen Zong only felt a suction force coming from the hilt of the sword, a devouring force, like a glutton, crazily devouring his own power continuously, Chen Zong was powerless to stop it, the power in his body was at an astonishing speed, like a It poured out like a torrent that opened the gate.

Even if the demon heart wanted to stop it, it couldn't be done.

Chen Zong's complexion changed drastically, his hand seemed to be firmly sucked by the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't break free at all. Just when he thought he was about to be sucked dry, the tyrannical suction of the giant sword suddenly stopped.

"Yu... Mingyue Jingfeng... I learned swordsmanship at the age of three, practiced swordsmanship for twelve years, practiced swordsmanship at the age of fifteen, and was invincible at the age of eighteen..."

"...I thought that Yu was already invincible in the world, clinker, but invincible in the world, stepping into the void, only then did I know that the sword has no boundaries..."

It seems that the ancient sighing sound travels through time and space, through the era, from the Middle Ages to the present, and reaches Chen Zong's ears. Apart from the vicissitudes of life, the voice has an indescribable vigor and sharpness.

Vaguely, as the voice kept ringing, Chen Zong seemed to see a stalwart figure, that figure, dressed in a black robe, seemed to stand in the dark void, with a huge sword floating around him, the huge sword was pitch black, Covered with mysterious sword patterns, it is the black giant sword that released the field of kendo.

"... I have practiced swords for ten thousand years, created the world of swords, defeated the void, and slaughtered all foreign enemies. I have been in the void for millions of years, but I am trapped here, unable to break through."

"...However, manpower is limited and the catastrophe is endless. The world of swords cannot resist the power of the catastrophe after all. We can only use all our strength to leave the sword in this life, and we will be able to survive the catastrophe and continue..."

"You can see Yu Zhi's sword and hear Yu Zhi's voice, which means that Yu Zhi's sword has survived the catastrophe, and you have also passed the test. You will be able to inherit the sword world..."

sound

In the end, become faint.

When the last word came to Chen Zong's ears, Chen Zong suddenly found that the darkness in front of him seemed to become more and more obvious, and the stalwart figure standing in the dark void also slowly turned around and raised his eyes. The five fingers of the arm that seems to be able to traverse the void are slightly bent, clasping the hilt of the sword, and every movement and even its subtleties are clearly visible.

Immediately, I saw the stalwart figure holding the sword and swinging out the sword, making a seemingly ordinary slash. In an instant, endless sword energy spread out, sweeping like a storm, directly covering everything in all directions.

Vaguely, Chen Zong seemed to hear a magnificent ancient voice.

Sword World!

Chen Zong was enveloped, as if seeing countless sword qi, transformed into vegetation, forests, rivers and lakes, but in just an instant, everything disappeared, leaving only the brightest and most dazzling sword qi, which directly shot through the void and killed to.

Unable to dodge, Chen Zong found that he could not dodge at all, his whole person seemed to be frozen, whether it was body, spirit, or mind.

He could only watch helplessly as that ray of sword energy approached, and then shot into the center of his eyebrows.

boom!

As the sword energy shot into the center of his eyebrows, Chen Zong felt that his soul, primordial spirit, and divine sea seemed to explode, as if turning into a vast void, losing all consciousness, and everything seemed to be evolving on its own.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Zong regained his consciousness, checked quickly and found that he was intact, he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zong discovered that his right hand was still holding the hilt of the huge black sword, but there was no suction force, and his palm could easily break away from the hilt.

The moment Chen Zong's right hand left the hilt, the huge black sword trembled slightly, as if it had let out a final mournful cry, or a cry of relief.

Its pitch-black color is becoming gray and decayed, as if it has lost all its strength, cannot withstand the erosion of the years, and will eventually perish and become decayed.

Indeed, this sword is the sword of the master of Mingyue Jingfeng Sword in the Middle Ages. It will accompany you for a lifetime and has unpredictable power. Inside, lingering on, as time goes by, its power will gradually fade until it disappears completely.

The arrival of Chen Zong was a coincidence, but it also shortened the power of its existence and accelerated the passage of its power, especially in the end, after inheriting the sword world of Mingyue Jingfeng, it exhausted the last bit of power of this sword .

Without the protection of that bit of strength, the sword, as if it had been eroded by the ages, could no longer resist the slightest bit, and quickly became ashamed.

There was a cracking sound, and a crack appeared on the ashen body of the giant sword. A second sound sounded, and a second crack appeared.

Cracks appeared one after another, and in the end, they covered the entire sword body, forming a densely packed piece.

broken!

The giant sword was shattered. After carrying the inheritance of swordsmanship from the Middle Ages, and continuing it, it shattered as if it had completed its mission.

Looking at the broken sword, Chen Zong was in a daze.

The manpower is limited, but the catastrophe is endless!

These words suddenly sounded in his ears again, as if the master of swordsmanship in the Middle Ages was whispering in front of him, which made Chen Zong feel a little heavy in his heart.

Cultivate wholeheartedly, pursue that peak, be invincible in the world, but in the end, even if all powerful enemies are defeated, so what?

After all, it can't resist the power of catastrophe.

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