Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 27

[Chapter 27: The Softer Than the Strongest]

Despair shrouded.

No matter how talented Third Young Master Shen is, as a seventeen-year-old boy, being able to step into the realm of gods is already unparalleled. Even his ancestor Shen Mengtian would never have reached this level of cultivation at his age.

But now the opponent in front of Third Young Master Shen is an old monster who has lived for more than two hundred years.

Mr. Wujian forcibly broke through the tenth level of martial arts with the help of the blood-changing infuriating energy accumulated over two hundred years, regardless of the limitations of spirit and spirit.

This is cheating!

This is cheeky!

The martial arts people onlookers all roared in their hearts, but under the pressure of the sword qi of this fatal sword, they only felt that their throats were tight, and no one could shout.

Shen Zhenyi frowned.

He slowly tore off a piece of cloth from the torn sleeve just now, and shook it gently in the wind, fluttering uncontrollably.

Mr. Wujian’s body was shot with a poisonous sword, and the force was heavy, but Shen Zhenyi only raised his hand, and lightly tapped the body of the sword with the weak cloth.

hum-

Like the sound of Hong Zhong’s continuous sound, the cloth strip in Shen Zhenyi’s hand touched the poisonous sword, but it did not turn into powder. fold.

With a piece of cloth, he blocked the incomparable body poison sword!

The figures of the two froze, and they kept the same posture. They didn’t move, only the poisonous sword kept shaking, and the cloth strip in Shen Zhenyi’s hand was still swaying in the wind.

“Even soft and strong!”

Shen Shou roared in surprise, “This is the highest realm in My Abandoned Sword Villa’s Wanzang Sword Sutra, even the ancestors can only figure it out, but can’t achieve it! The third… the third he can actually practice it!”

Before he finished speaking, he only heard the sound of chi chi.

The poisonous sword in his body also rolled back, and Mr. Wujian retreated, taking advantage of the situation and retracting the sword, his face turned cold.

He sighed deeply: “I didn’t think I still underestimated you.”

Who would have expected that a mere seventeen-year-old boy would be able to break through the limits of martial arts in the Nine Serenities.

“If you don’t have the tenth realm of martial arts, what would you say about Zhanyuefeixian?”

Shen Zhenyi’s attitude was very calm, “Last night I didn’t make a big deal out of bluffing. Tonight’s killing the moon is a foregone conclusion. Old man, you should use your real skills, otherwise if I use the sword, you will surely die.”

As soon as he raised his hand, the remaining cloth on his fingertips fluttered, like dandelions scattered in the wind.

But every strand of silk has the cold killing intent of a sharp blade, and any strand can easily kill someone.

“Not bad!”

Mr. Wujian laughed, he stretched out his hand, and the five long swords behind him all flew out of their sheaths and stood in the air in front of him.

“Hundreds of years of hard work and preparation, I didn’t expect the opportunity to cut the moon today, how can I let it go? Even if you are blessed, you can break through the tenth level of martial arts at the age of seventeen in such a place, but how can you let it go? Will it be the opponent I have accumulated in two hundred years?”

“Shen Zhenyi, you were supposed to be the Lord of the Nine Serenities, but unfortunately you met me! You can only blame your bad luck! You died today, but you can’t blame me!”

He suddenly grabbed the iron epee, ignoring the sharp edge that cut his palm, twisted it into two pieces with a click, and chewed it into his mouth. The sound of metal friction and the smell of blood, coupled with the strange eager expression on Mr. Wujian’s face, was disgusting.

The people present shuddered, and someone exclaimed and asked, “What is he doing? Could it be that he can’t beat the third son and wants to commit suicide?”

Even if it is a peerless warrior, after all, it is a body of flesh and blood, swallowing a sharp blade, is that not suicide?

Even Zen Master Liuru, Madman, Shen Shou and others are all ignorant, but their intuition is not a good sign.

“The last step of the secret art of blood exchange, the technique of swallowing the sword.”

Shen Zhenyi was so relaxed, he shook his sleeves and looked solemn.

“Using this sword-swallowing technique, gather the energy and spirit of beheading masters, and improve your realm in one fell swoop, reaching beyond the limit of the Nine Serenities.”

While speaking, Mr. Wujian had already swallowed three swords, the corners of his mouth were blurred, his eyes were red, but his body had skyrocketed by two or three feet.

This method will have serious sequelae. After today, his practice will retreat significantly, and his body will also leave many hidden dangers and dark wounds. It will take at least a few years to recover.

But for the current Mr. Wujian, he can only think about the future if he beats Shen Zhenyi first.

“Three young masters, hurry up!”

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mad Xian hurriedly shouted.

The masters present could clearly feel the rising momentum of Mr. Wujian. If he does not attack at this time, when he really completes the so-called sword swallowing technique, God knows how strong he can be?

If you don’t hurry up, when will you wait?

Mad Xian admires the composure of the third son of Shen sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, but at this time, don’t play with your heart!

Shen Zhenyi smiled and waved her hand.

When the sword swallowing technique was used, the spirits of the masters who were killed were scattered outside.

At this moment, Mr. Wujian has already swallowed all five swords into his mouth.

He finally grew four feet taller, and the middle of his forehead was split open, revealing a line of blood and white bones, which was daunting.

The body that looked a little thin at first has now become majestic, and his arms are as thick as a bear’s shoulders. White gas spewed out of his nose, like a bloodthirsty beast.

His movements were full of power, as if he could destroy the three-hundred-year-old White Pagoda with just one stomping. Roaring in the sky, the mountains vibrated, even a master like Zen Master Liu Ru couldn’t help covering his ears with a look of pain on his face.

What a terrible power this is.

However, Shen Zhenyi remained indifferent.

“It’s still unbalanced.”

Since it is not the power of self-cultivation, essence, qi, and spirit are far from being able to achieve a balance, and the mere increase in strength, although there is a terrifying power, is not something to be afraid of.

He slowly pushed the wheelchair away and slowly stood up at the top of the White Tower.

“Three sons!”

“The third one! Are your legs okay?”

“Master!”

The onlookers under the White Pagoda screamed desperately. Unexpectedly, Shen Zhenyi, who was judged by the magical doctor Fu Zitong to have severed all the meridians and could not stand up, actually created a miracle!

——Before that, he had defeated the heroes in a wheelchair, but everyone still thought he was bad!

Fu Zitong widened his eyes, coughing and exclaiming.

“Third Young Master… This is using sword energy to support the body! This… What kind of perseverance is this?”

After being deprived of martial arts by Shen Zhenyi, the genius doctor Fu Zitong did not leave the Abandoned Sword Villa. Instead, he was able to leave all his burdens behind and become a pure doctor. He didn’t have any resentment towards Shen Zhenyi, he just thanked him for his kindness.

Now others can’t see it, but Fu Zitong can see it clearly.