Chapter 12: Yan Lan (II)

It took several months to conceive the framework, and it took several months to take the newly comprehended half-step sword intent as the root, and the accumulation of his own long-term majestic sword path as the main stem and leaves, and finally created it under several bursts of inspiration.

Based on half-step sword intent.

And its own half-step sword intent, the complete name, is the half-step heart sword intent.

Originating from the heart and appearing in the sword, it is completely different from the general sword Tao.

The Dao Intent of the Sword is the basis of this type of Dao Intent, while the Dao Intent of the Heart Sword is an advanced Dao Intent, which has the characteristics of the Dao Intent of the Sword, but is above the Dao Intent of the Sword.

Blue is better than blue!

In order to create a special move based on the half-step heart kendo intent, it is necessary to clarify the characteristics of the heart kendo intent.

From the heart, moved by the mind, and shown in the sword.

Compared with the basic half-step sword intent, the half-step heart sword intent, the half-step heart sword intent, has the sharpness of the sword's intent, and also has the depth of the heart.

The heart is unchanging and changeable, like heaven and earth eternal, and like smoke and clouds, unpredictable.

In view of this, Chen Zong burst out of inspiration, and finally created his own tricks, and constantly improved.

It's just that this trick has never been used before, this time, the strength of the Tianjiao of Shanliu Mansion is too strong, and the ashes are extremely terrifying, as if he wants to turn everything into ashes, Chen Zong has to use the trick he created.

Yanlan!

Chen Zong's expression was solemn, his eyes seemed to become blurred, and a faint trace of sharpness burst out from the depths of his eyes, and the aura surrounding his body also changed, as if smoke and clouds were misty, making Chen Zong's whole person become foggy, as if surrounded by smoke clouds.

The gilded Shenyue Sword seemed to have lost all its weight, and the huge sword body seemed to spread out in the air, turning into a trace of it, floating out like a pale golden smoke in front of it.

If you look closely, you will find that the pale golden smoke is filled with a trace of extremely sharp sword qi, each wisp of sword qi is thinner than a hair, but it has incomparable tenacity and sharpness.

When countless sword qi thinner than a hair condensed into a cloud of smoke, it seemed that not only did there be no sense of danger, but there was an indescribable hazy beauty.

It was like a cloud of pale golden smoke wafting in the air at sunset, gradually diffusing as if ink was dripping into the water.

Chen Zong's people disappeared, and so did the sword, and only a cloud of pale golden smoke drifted forward, as if it was permeating all directions, everywhere.

A sword of ashes broke through the air, and the gray-white sword flame with a trace of blood red slashed and slashed, colliding with the pale golden sword qi smoke in an instant.

For a moment, there was no sound, but the whole world seemed to fall silent because of this, and an indescribable palpitation surged from the depths of Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong's hearts.

Fire!

Smoke!

Knife gas!

Sword Qi!

The sword qi was like smoke, and the moment it came into contact, it seemed to turn into a raging wave and sweep away, tearing apart the ash fire, directly making the ash fire full of holes, and a trace of smoke and sword qi killed Fang through the ash fire.

Fang Zicheng was terrified, but he couldn't dodge.

Suddenly, the smoke-like sword qi fell on Fang Zicheng's body, although it was resisted by the ashes, and the power of the smoke-like sword qi was weakened a lot, it was still terrifying.

The defenses on his body were cut and torn in an instant, and sword qi continued to cut through his body, making Fang Zicheng tremble all over, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

His strongest sword, not only failed to defeat the opponent, but was actually broken by the opponent, and was also injured by the opponent.

When the sword qi was exhausted, Fang Zicheng was drenched in blood all over his body, and he didn't know how much sword qi he was cut by, it looked shocking and terrifying, and the sword qi under the half-step sword intent rushed into his body through the wound.

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