[Chapter 535: Fish Intestines Break the Golden Sword]

The hidden sword is like a god, and it is like a sword, which is originally a very high realm of swordsmanship.

Such a swordsman is cold, proud, and powerful, because his divine soul has long been tempered like a famous sword.

This is diametrically opposed to Feng Ziyue's practice of using the sword as his bone and exercising himself.

There are also many people who believe that this should actually be the face of a real swordsman.

Deprived of all feelings, you can be pure in the way of the sword and truly appreciate the heart of the sword - but Feng Ziyue's way of the sword is very different from this path.

For him, if he wants to give up his feelings for his family and friends, then he doesn't need to be born again.

To redeem these thirty years, he will never give up his emotions.

As Ram Xi said, it is a human sword, not a sword, if you turn your spiritual world into a sword, then what is the meaning of being a person?

Such a person can be said to be a famous sword, but he cannot be regarded as a swordsman.

But it is undeniable that such a person, above the cultivation of the sword, will not be low.

Especially for the master of breaking the void, let go of everything, hundreds of years and thousands of years immersed in the way of the sword, the understanding and use of the sword has reached a realm beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Xingyue City Lord Hong Feiming's eyes were indifferent, and he quietly swept over Feng Ziyue's body, his eyes were deep, as if there was no sea of stars, with a calm coercion.

Feng Ziyue only felt that the skin on his face had a deep tingling sensation.

It's like the pain of a sword piercing your skin.

Feng Ziyue shook his head indifferently, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened a little.

"Your sword, a broken sword?"

Hong Fei Ming also noticed this broken bronze ancient sword, the Xuanyuan Hun Tian Ancient Sword held by this "Chaos" Daoist was not trivial, although it was broken, it still exuded scorching sword brilliance.

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and raised the ancient sword in his hand.

"Xuanyuan Hun Tian Ancient Sword, from the break, bronze is the quality, I will use this to learn the master of the Hongcheng Lord!"

Although the broken sword is broken, the sword qi does not change, and in the hands of a master like them, there is actually no big difference.

Hong Feiming nodded, silently pulled out a golden short sword from his sleeve, and shook it slightly, making a cracking wind whistle.

"My sword has not been unsheathed for hundreds of years, and when I see you today, it can be regarded as having a place to use. ”

Although Feng Ziyue's cultivation is only in the middle realm of breaking through the void, the sword intent on his body makes Hongfei feel strong oppression, such a master is rare to meet for many years.

For such an opponent, this fish intestine breaking golden sword is worth shooting again.

Feng Ziyue's gaze also shifted to the golden short sword.

The moment it was unsheathed, this fish intestine broke through the golden sword, which really caught people's attention.

The golden light is dazzling, and the murderous aura "forces" people.

With such a sword, Hong Feiming actually put it in his sleeve casually.

"Good sword!"

Feng Ziyue nodded in admiration, but saw that Hongfei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"It's a good sword, but it's ......"

"This sword, called the Fish Intestine Breaking Golden Sword, in fact, originally had the fate of becoming a fairy sword - but now," Hong Feiming's face also "revealed" a trace of loss and regret, "Just like me, it can only become a good sword......

Fairy Sword?

Feng Ziyue's brows frowned slightly, this fish intestine broken golden sword—regardless of the unformed sword mother on his back—was already one of the swords Feng Ziyue had seen for so many years.

And listening to the meaning of Hongfei Ming, it seems that he is still dissatisfied with such a sword.

The meaning of emotion is beyond words.

However, this so-called fairy sword, the theory of a good sword, Feng Ziyue has never heard of it.

"What is a fairy sword, what is a good sword?"

Feng Ziyue raised his eyebrows, his white clothes shook, and he took another step forward, winning with momentum.

This time, Hong Fei Ming had no intention of fighting back, he looked up at the sky, the starry sky in the seventh layer of the giant tower of Tongtian, although dim, was hanging high on it, and there was no difference from the real night.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, how can there be any fairy sword ......"

Among the sword mothers, Bisi, who is a swordsmith, sneered.

Although she is not a sword casting grandmaster, she is a family scholar and well-informed, where is there any fairy sword in this world?

"-However, his fish intestines break the golden sword, which can be regarded as a good thing......"

I have to admit this.

"The so-called fairy sword is a god who knows everything, thousands of miles away, and takes people's heads——"

Hong Feiming's voice became wide, with a slight sense of loneliness, as if he was thinking about something, but after all, he shook his head.

"As for a good sword, sharpening iron like clay and killing people like grass, then it is just mundane and the like. ”

"!"

Among the sword mothers, there was indignation.

"What kind of god is clear, what is thousands of miles away, taking people's heads? This is simply impossible! This person is crazy!"

For Hong Feiming's words, Feng Ziyue is also suspicious, but if there is really such a fairy sword, it is really fascinating.

It's a pity, no matter what, this fish intestine broken gold sword is not the fairy sword he said in his mouth, and naturally it is impossible to see the style of the so-called fairy sword.

I saw that the short sword in the hand of the Hongfei Ming General shook again, and the golden light flashed, and it looked extremely bright, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Even so, it's enough to kill you, the next life, go forward and die!"

His tone was flat, as if he was saying something logical.

Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently and shook his head, "I'm afraid that it may not be, it is still unknown who killed the deer......"

Hong Fei Ming shook his head, "Reveal" a strange smile, "It's a good thing for young people to be confident, but if you are too confident, that is the way to kill yourself, let you try, the hundred bones and gold sword technique I have practiced!"

As soon as his words fell, the sword light in his hand had already flown up!

I saw a golden line, connecting the heaven and the earth, obliquely cut, for a moment, as if there was a sense of separating the heaven and the earth, Feng Ziyue's face changed slightly, without hesitation, as soon as he made a move, it was the Zhenlong leyline!

This sword light is strong and indestructible, Feng Ziyue has already felt the boundless power contained in it, if it weren't for this trick to suppress the dragon vein, I'm afraid it would be difficult to stop!

Feng Ziyue's eyes were slightly closed, the sword light took off his hand, and suddenly the yellow qi around his body was permeated, the first move in the world, and the Zhenlong leyline had already shot!

I only heard the sound of clanging, and the sword light collided, and for a while, it was difficult to distinguish between them.

"Good!"

Hong Fei Ming opened his mouth and praised it, but saw that his golden sword light was divided into two, and then turned into ten and one hundred, just like the spring rain like silk, and like a dense golden "color" spider web, ding ding dong fell on the protective light cover of the dragon vein of Fengzi Yue Town.

Hundred bones pin gold swordsmanship!

Bit by bit, Feng Ziyue only felt that the sword qi of the Zhenlong Earth Vein was slowly consumed, and it was irresistible, although it could be supported for a while, but as long as he was given time, this hundred bones and golden sword technique could actually consume everything!

There is not a single golden thread in this, and when it dissipates, it can dissolve the sword qi around Feng Ziyue's body.

This kind of swordsmanship, although slow, is firm, and it is the nemesis of a strong sword technique like Feng Ziyue.

With patience, it's almost invincible!

Feng Ziyue frowned, and his left hand was dotted with his left hand, which was the Jokhang Temple's peerless Dhara leaf fingering. Now he is using the Zhenlong leyline while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, this kind of trick has been perfected.

Hongfei knew it very well, snorted coldly, and flicked his sleeves to block Feng Ziyue's offensive.

"It's the same kendo competition, what kind of big monk's fingering is used, it seems that I think highly of you!"

"Where can people in this kind of place understand the true meaning of pure swordsmanship!"

In Hong Feiming's view, the word kendo is important, and he would rather not practice other martial arts, but focus on kendo, so that he can sell this hundred bones in the name of complexity into gold swordsmanship.

Now seeing Feng Ziyue's fingers in the sword, it is inevitable that the sword path is a little impure, and he is dissatisfied in his heart, and he speaks disdainfully.

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, "Defeating the enemy and moving forward bravely, it can be described as a sword, why bother to use your fingers or the blade, I think that you are too rigid to comprehend the true meaning of the sword, city lord!"

"Nonsense!"

Hongfei was furious, and the sword light was sheng, as if he wanted to cut off Fengziyue's Zhenlong leyline in one fell swoop.

The two people's kendo concepts are completely different, they are far from each other, they can't talk together, but now they are fighting for life and death, and it is impossible to have any good words.

In the final analysis, after all, it is still necessary to divide the victory and defeat with swordsmanship.

However, Feng Ziyue's heart was a little secretly shocked, it was the first time he had encountered such a subtle sword technique since he stepped into the outer world.

In fact, to be honest, the masters of breaking the void he met were not strong, but they gave people the feeling that they always only suppressed people with pure strength, and compared to the innate realm, all kinds of exquisite martial arts seemed much rougher.

For most people, strong strength and fast speed are indeed enough, and it is simple, a fist and a palm can also kill people.

But for a person like Feng Ziyue who explores martial arts, this kind of martial arts based on strength alone is not enough to inspire him more.

Until today.

This Hongfei Ming's swordsmanship is really exquisite and mysterious, this swordsmanship that uses a silk of gold threads to consume the light of the opponent's protective sword, Feng Ziyue is also the first time to see it.

If he didn't have a move from this Zhenlong leyline, the golden 'color' net-like sword light would be able to cut Feng Ziyue into pieces as long as he pounced on it.

Now, although it is resisted by the Zhenlong leyline, under the slow wear and tear of the hundred bone pins golden sword technique, I am afraid that it will not be able to support it for too long.

This sword technique, endless, endless, is by no means a simple method that relies on strength with one punch and one kick.

Although Feng Ziyue is in danger, he only feels relaxed and happy, like drinking and planning, which is really a rare feeling. This kind of hearty and hearty kung fu to compete with the top masters has not been seen for a long time.

Only such a master can stimulate his understanding of martial arts and find a way to break through!

In his long laughter, he closed his hands and collected the sword technique of the Zhenlong leyline, and the sword light skyrocketed, and it changed again!

Faced with such a strong swordsmanship, Feng Ziyue actually took the initiative to change-

- Attack against attack!