MTL - Everlasting Sword God-Chapter 27 To soft win to just

Despair shrouded.

No matter how genius Shen Sangong is, as a 17-year-old boy, he can step into the realm of God. Even Shen Antian, his ancestor, would never have reached such a practice at his age.

But now the opponent Shen Sangong is an old monster who has lived for more than 200 years.

Mr. Wu Jian forcibly broke through the tenth weight of martial arts with the blood transfusion accumulated over two hundred years, regardless of the limitations of the spirit and god.

This is cheating!

This is shameless!

The martial arts onlookers all roared in their hearts, but under the pressure of this desperate sword, only the throat was tight, and no one could shout.

Shen Zhenyi frowned.

He tore a piece of cloth slowly from the sleeve that had just been split, and trembled gently in the wind, floating.

Mr. Wu Jian's body was shot with a poisonous sword, and he was very strong, but Shen Zhenyi raised his hand and gently touched the sword with the weak cloth.

Hum--

Like Hong Zhong's oscillating sound, the cloth strips in Shen Zhenyi's hands touched the poisonous sword, but they did not turn into powder. They were flexible and strong, just like the strong grass in the wind. fold.

With a cloth strip, he blocked the unmatched body poison sword!

The bodies of the two men were stiff, and they kept the same posture. They did not move. Only the poisonous sword trembled. The cloth strips in Shen Zhenyi's hands were still swaying in the wind.

"Even softer than ever!"

Shen Shou was simply a roar of surprise, "This is the supreme realm in the Wanzang Sword Scriptures of my abandoned sword mountain village, even the ancestors could only figure it out and not achieve it! The youngest third youngest he could even practice!"

The voice didn't fall, just listening to the sound of snoring, the cloth strips of Shen Zhenyi cracked, turned into thousands of velvets, and scattered in the wind.

The body poison sword also rolled back, Mr. Five Swords retreated, and took the sword back to the sheath, his face cold.

He sighed, "I never thought I underestimated you."

Who would have expected that a 17-year-old boy could even break through the limits of the martial arts in Jiuyou Land.

"If there is no tenth state of martial arts, what can we talk about?

Shen Zhenyi's attitude was very calm. "Last night I was not a bluff. I cut the moon tonight and it is a foregone conclusion. Old gentleman, you should use your real kung fu, otherwise you will die if I throw a sword."

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

However, each piece of silk has a sharp cold killing intention, and any piece of silk can easily kill people.

"Not bad!"

Mr. Five Swords laughed. He reached out his hand, and five swords behind him all flew out of their sheaths and hung in front of them.

"Hard work for hundreds of years of preparations, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to cut the moon today, how can I let it go? Even if you are unique, you can break through the tenth state of martial arts at the age of seventeen, but how? Will it be my opponent that I have accumulated over two hundred years? "

"Shen Zhenyi, you were supposed to be the Lord of Nine You, but unfortunately met me! I can only blame you for being unlucky! You die today, but you can't blame me!"

He suddenly grasped the iron iron epee, cutting the palm of his hand regardless of the edge of the blade, twisting it into two segments with a click, and it turned out to be chewing in the mouth. The sound of metal friction and **** smell, accompanied by the weird and eager expression on Mr. Wu Jian's face, was disgusting.

The people present shuddered, and someone exclaimed, "What is he doing? Isn't it that he can't beat the third son to commit suicide?"

Even if it is a peerless martial artist, after all, it is flesh and blood, and it is not a suicide?

auzw.com Even Liuru, Zen, Shen Shou, and others are ignorant, but instinct is not a good sign.

"The last step of the blood-changing secret method, sword swallowing."

Shen Zhenyi was so busy that he shook his sleeves and looked dignified.

"Using this sword swallowing technique, we can gather the spirit of slaying and killing masters, and improve our realm in one fell swoop, beyond the limit of Jiuyou Land."

During his speech, Mr. Wujian had swallowed three swords, the flesh of his mouth was blurry, his eyes were red, but his body had skyrocketed by two or three feet—he was originally tall, and now stands about a foot tall. He can be called a giant.

This method will have serious sequelae. After today, his practice will be greatly regressed, and his body will leave many hidden dangers and dark injuries. It will take at least a few years to heal.

But for Mr. Wu Jian now, he can only consider the future if he first beats Shen Zhenyi.

"Three sons, get out of here!"

Seeing that the situation is not right, Qianxian yelled quickly.

The masters present could clearly feel the rising momentum of Mr. Wu Jian. Do not take advantage of the attack at this time, when he really completed what is called the sword swallowing technique, God knows how strong it can be?

Don't hurry up yet, when will you wait?

The epic fairy admired Shen Sangong's calmness sitting on the Diaoyutai, but at this time, don't play with heartbeat!

Shen Zhenyi smiled and shook her hand.

When the sword swallowing technique is performed, the spirits of the killed masters are scattered out, and the hand is calculated, and it will only be obstructed by it, consuming and consuming in vain.

At this moment, Mr. Wujian had swallowed all the five-handed swords into his mouth.

He finally grew four feet tall, with his middle forehead cracking, revealing a blood line and sensen bones, which was daunting.

What used to look like a thin body, now looks strong, with arms as thick as bears. White gas was blowing from the nose, like a bloodthirsty beast.

He was full of power between his hands and feet, as if he could destroy this three hundred-year-old white tower. Yangtian growled and the mountains shook. Even a master like Liu Zen couldn't help covering his ears and showing pain.

What a terrible power this is.

However, Shen Zhenyi remained indifferent.

"Still unbalanced."

Because it is not the strength of self-cultivation, the essence, energy, and **** are far from being able to achieve balance. The pure strength improvement, although it has terrible power, is not to be feared.

He slowly pushed away the wheelchair and slowly stood on top of the white tower.

"Three boys!"

"Boss! Are your legs OK?"

"Master!"

The onlookers under the white tower screamed desperately, but did not expect that Shen Zhenyi, who was judged by the divine doctor Fu Zitong to sever the meridians, could not stand up, and created a miracle!

-Before that, he frustrated the heroes in a wheelchair, but everyone still thought he was bad!

Fu Zitong's eyes widened, and he cried while marveling.

"San Gongzi is supporting the body with sword gas! What kind of perseverance is this?"

After being dismissed by Shen Zhenyi for martial arts, the **** doctor Fu Zitong did not leave the abandoned sword mountain village, but instead was able to drop all the burden and become a pure doctor. He did not resent Shen Zhenyi, only thanked him for his kindness.

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