Seventy-nine worlds are at peace Watching Lin Jiexing and Zeng Tianshun leave the field one after another, countless people in the stands were already frustrated, and some even cried for their fathers and mothers.
These were all lost to Ye Kong in the market gambling house, and at this moment, their spiritual stones , magic weapons, all became owned by others.
Some are happy and some are sad.
It was the monks who were annoyed, but many mortals had bet money on Ye Kong's peripherals in the gambling house these days.
Of course they were happy when they saw that Ye Kong was about to win.
Seeing that there was another opponent on the field, they all shouted: "Shao Chenzui, surrender, Shao Chenzui, please stay down" Ye Kong looked around and asked: "Shao Chenzui, do you still want to continue?"
"I want to try again."
Shao Chenzui weighed the knife in his hand and stood in front of Ye Kong.
After Ye Kong showed such strength, there were still people who dared to fight.
In fact, Shao Chenzui also relied on something.
What he relies on is the knife in his hand.
At the VIP table before, Zeng Aoshenjun had a good look.
This was a spiritual weapon, or a spiritual weapon with a spirit.
If a spiritual weapon has no weapon spirit, it is like a person without a soul.
Just like Ye Kong holding Ye Wu, it can only be used as a mortal sword and cannot exert its true power at all.
But with the weapon spirit, it's different.
The knife came alive, was given life, and had a master.
Even if Shao Chenzui has no spiritual power, the weapon spirit in the knife will fight automatically.
It can fight without Shao Chenzui's control, and it can even cast spells with the knife.
This is quite powerful.
After all, Ye Kong has lost all his cultivation and is just a mortal.
With this sword, Shao Chenzui is equivalent to a monk.
No matter how powerful a mortal is, can you defeat a monk?
"Then come on," Ye Kong pointed out with his sword.
The aura of Mountain High and Sea Deep was immediately released.
As soon as he made a move, he was worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.
It was like a mountain falling, like a sea roaring, but the opponent took any chance.
But Shao Chen was drunk and moved.
He raised his knife high and murmured: "Senior is on top.
Whether Shao will win or lose today depends entirely on senior.
Please help me win."
Suddenly, the knife seemed to hear his words and released several rays of light, flashing across the entire audience.
The knife flew up, drew a perfect arc, and landed on Shao Chenzui's head.
The tip of the knife pointed at Ye Kong, like a beast out of its cage, glaring at Ye Kong with its eyes.
"Wow!"
The audience suddenly became lively again.
Originally, the audience knew that this sword was powerful, but now that they saw it flying like a magic weapon, they all knew it.
This Shao Chenzui is no ordinary person, and this sword is no ordinary sword either.
Ye Kong was also a little surprised.
He didn't expect the spiritual weapon to be so powerful.
The owner was a mortal, but he could still use it like a magical weapon, and it was even more flexible than ordinary magical weapons.
But he won't back down.
It's nothing more than a spiritual weapon, a knife.
There is a living being in it that is neither human nor ghost.
As long as I have a knife in my hand, what do I have to fear?
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"Come on!"
Ye Kong roared and struck out with all his strength.
The momentum of Ye Wu, as heavy as a mountain, turned into a black light and rushed toward her face.
"Dang" gold and iron collided, making a thrilling sound, and a spark burst out.
"Dang dang dang" Ye Kong counted the knives again.
The knife did not show any signs of weakness and was received steadily.
It was not knocked away by Ye Kong at all.
Instead, it got closer and closer to Ye Kong's body.
Suddenly, the knife retreated, and then stabbed fiercely.
"Dang" sounded again, and the tip of the knife pressed firmly against Ye Wu's generous blade.
"Zi la" The tip of the knife pulled out long sparks on Ye Wu Dao's body, and the heartbreaking friction sound resounded throughout the audience.
The knife attack had no effect, and he pulled it back fiercely.
At this time, Ye Kong felt his soul shaking.
Shao Chenzui actually took the opportunity to launch a soul attack on him.
Taking advantage of his illness, he ordered Shao Chen to drink drunkenly and shouted, "Senior, hurry up!"
The light of the sword turned into a streak, and he chopped down the small knife in the air, but the light of the sword reached several feet, like a waterfall standing upright, and waves crashing down, rushing towards the ground with a roar.
Wherever it touched, all the jade tiles on the ground burst into pieces, and the air seemed to be divided into two halves.
Shan Yekong barely dodged the blow in his Kagewu posture.
But the second sword light struck again "It's really amazing."
Ye Kong forcibly stabilized his mind, jumped a few times, and dodged the sword light.
But just like that, he was also injured, with lacerations in several places on his body.
Blood soaked the white clothes.
Ye Kong originally wanted to take advantage of this to master the rhythm of the sword light, but the sword light seemed to understand the secret of rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, some struck first and then arrived, and some struck later and arrived first, there was no pattern to follow.
There's no rhythm, can't you avoid it?
In the crisis, Ye Kong suddenly realized something.
"Dang!"
Ye Kong forcefully used Yewu to catch a blade of light.
He staggered back a few steps, adding a new wound to his body.
But at this moment, he had already grasped the fleeting inspiration.
This feeling is rhythm No matter how beautiful the music is, if it has the same rhythm from beginning to end, it will not arouse the resonance of people's hearts.
Only when it is fast and sometimes slow, sometimes high-pitched like thousands of horses galloping, and sometimes quiet like the slow flow of a stream, can it arouse the resonance of people's hearts.
There are ups and downs, there are troughs and peaks An insight is like a guiding light, illuminating the world in an instant.
After realizing the second level of shadow martial arts, Ye Kong's heart suddenly brightened up.
He let out a long and heroic laugh and raised his sword.
"The clouds in the sky are filled with strong winds, and the lightning flies thousands of miles into the sky.
Yan Jing stands generously with a sword in his hand, and he raises a cup and walks in the loneliness of the world.
The thunder rolls and the song rises, and the torrential rain and the ocean are filled with wine.
After seeing all the filthy things in the world, I swear to take the world into my hands. flat."
Ye Kong sings and hits at the same time, dancing in his hands to follow the rhythm of the song, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light.
His generosity and heroism, who can match Yun Yao?
He has completely grasped the rhythm of the battle, as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as invading as the fire, as motionless as the mountain, as unpredictable as the clouds, and as moving as the thunder.
The knife can no longer be arrogant.
It is completely suppressed and cannot exert its power at all.
It is just struggling to deal with it.
For a moment, the swords were flying with black light, and the two swords intersected, bursting into flames, and the impact force made a rumbling sound when it hit the ground defense formation, which was thrilling.
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Ye Kong stepped on the song and struck, the more he struck, the stronger he became; while the knife could not cope with it, the more he struck, the weaker it became, and the brilliance on the sword gradually faded away.
Finally, Ye Kong sang the last line, "Swear to bring peace to the world."
Ye Kong's heroic spirit surged, with no surprise, no joy, no sadness or fear on his face.
He tried his best to deliver the most powerful blow.
Night dance turned into a black wind, cutting down like thunder and lightning "Qiang" The knife that Shao Chenzui relied on was actually split into two pieces.
The spirit of the weapon turned into a stream of smoke, broke through the formation, soared into the sky, entered reincarnation, and was reincarnated.
Shao Chenzui, on the other hand, looked ashen and looked at the young man covered in blood but laughing heartily in surprise.
A note to readers:
I wanted to end the martial arts contest as soon as possible, but I kept writing too much.
Some of the plots didn’t have enough words to really explain the problem.
And in this chapter, I think the writing was basically satisfactory.
Of course, maybe it’s still If someone says, well, I actually know my rhythm.
It’s not that my progress has been slow recently.
To be honest, I have always had this rhythm.
Writers must have a good attitude, and readers must also have a good attitude.
In fact, when I first read the book, I also hoped to see the protagonist be invincible and end it soon.
But when it really ended, it would be even more depressing.
I couldn't stand the other books.
I’m reading the author’s new book, it’s only tens of thousands of words, so I hope readers who really support Xiaoman won’t ask on QQ when the book will be finished, or if I’ll finish it during the New Year, or if I’ll finish it next year, it’s already seven chapters, haha, There are still chapters that haven't been written yet.
I had a stomachache yesterday.
I will post the eighth chapter this afternoon.
Thank you fellow Taoists for your support: