Chapter 3176 One Sword Destroys the Country

"How is it possible? Hasn't he only practiced swordsmanship for a year?" The old man looked at the Sect Master of Tianzong who was sitting on the top seat in horror.

The Sect Master of Tianzong looked at that point of Zixia on the light curtain in front of the god, and sighed softly after a long time: "Dong Lai is indeed a Taoist wizard who came out through the ages."

The old man looked strange, but he didn't know what to say.

Although the one-element sword intent is not a pure sword intent, it is a top genetic technique in Wuwei Dao Palace, created by Wuwei Dao ancestor.

All things in the world are born from one, one is two, two is three, three is all things, one is endless and endless.

It can be said that the inheritance of the entire Wuwei Taoist Palace starts from the one-element, and any gene species of any attribute can practice the one-element intent, and the sword intent is the one-element sword intent, and the sword intent is the one-element sword intent.

Any disciple of the Wuwei Dao Palace can learn the meaning of unity, but there are very few in the Wuwei Dao Palace who can really develop the artistic conception.

Even the head of the Tianzong sect realized the meaning of unity and entered the door of the Dao after thirty years of hard work.

Zhuo Donglai had only practiced swordsmanship for a year, yet he managed to develop a one-element sword intent. This kind of talent is really appalling and unbelievable.

Han Sen's eyes lit up suddenly when he saw the purple glow on Zhuo Donglai's fingertips.

It is rare to see a master who cultivates his own artistic conception in the big universe of the empire. The sword intent of Zhuo Donglai's sword is far higher than that of Yan Beifei, which makes Han Sen feel a little itchy.

Han Sen also pointed his finger like a sword, facing Zhuo Donglai's fingertips far away.

The sword didn't move, but the sword intent had broken through Jiuxiaotian.

For a split second, all the spectators felt two unparalleled sword intents rushing up into the night. Although they didn't see the shadow of the sword, they only felt the chill, as if there was a terrifying blade piercing through their bodies, and they couldn't help but retreat. took several steps.

It was only after he had reacted that he remembered that the sword intent was only within the starry sky battlefield, and it was impossible to hurt them at all.

"What a powerful sword intent!" Yan Beifei said, changing his expression.

Even he was shocked by it, not to mention the others, the general dignitaries of the empire had already been dumbfounded.

Han Sen and Zhuo Donglai moved at the same time, walking freely, and in an instant, they came to a place. They saw their arms waving, and their sword energy criss-crossed. It gives people the feeling of thousands of troops and horses fighting fiercely. Just watching them fight makes people's blood boil.

"I don't know what the real way of swordsmanship is until today." A nobleman who learned swords sighed in admiration.

Humans in the Great Universe of the Empire pursue power too much, but lack their own understanding of power. The unique battle between Han Sen and Zhuo Donglai now opened their eyes.

Every move and every move of the two seems to be very ordinary, without the power to destroy mountains and rivers, and without dazzling brilliance, but their swords and swords kill their hearts, even as onlookers, they are also terrified.

"Learning swords for fifty years, only watching this battle will know what a sword is." Inside Dongling Sword Palace, an old man with white beard sighed.

Han Sen is also excited about the battle. He has been in the Imperial Universe for so long, and he only saw a real master today.

No matter how strong the power is, it is only an external force after all. Only one's own comprehension and will are the foundation of a person's strength. Han Sen recognizes the strong as Zhuo Donglai, who has his own strong will and belief, not just has a strong strength.

Han Sen used the kendo he had learned before to fight Zhuo Donglai.

Sure enough, Zhuo Donglai only knew how to use Ziqi Donglai. He used it repeatedly, but it produced endless changes and magical effects.

One element produces two appearances, two appearances produce four images, and four images produce eight trigrams. To be able to practice one stance of swordsmanship to such an extent, Zhuo Donglai has obviously realized the Dao, and is a swordsman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Gu Zhu.

Just different from Gu Zhu, Zhuo Donglai's swordsmanship is upright and upright, giving people a sense of righteousness and dignity. His people and his sword will give people hope, not destruction.

Suddenly, Han Sen stepped back and left the battle circle.

"Why do you want to die?" Han Sen frowned and asked Zhuo Donglai.

Zhuo Donglai's swordsmanship advanced layer by layer, pushing the battle to a climax, but at the climax, there was no trace of victory. Han Sen could feel that he was walking towards death.

Zhuo Donglai smiled brightly: "I owed my life to others, and now others want to take it back, so I have to pay back this life. Being able to die under the sword skills of someone like you is not in vain."

"The life you owe can only be repaid with your life?" Han Sen asked with a frown.

"That's right, without him, there would be no Zhuo Donglai today." Zhuo Donglai nodded.

"Okay, then let go of your strength and fight with me. I just want to kill the strongest swordsman, not a man who is dying." Han Sen said, the blood dragon veins on his body burst out completely, blood red The dragon energy was almost condensed into substance, coiling around Han Sen like a blood dragon.

"Okay." Zhuo Donglai stared at Han Sen for a moment, then nodded in response.

The purple energy bloomed on Zhuo Donglai's body like the first rosy glow, and the purple robes that turned into purple clouds draped over Zhuo Donglai's body.

The originally loose black hair has now turned purple, like the rays of the sun, giving people warmth.

Those eyes are even more like the scorching sun across the sky, looking down on all things and the earth.

The terrifying aura enveloped the entire starry sky in an instant, as if turning the entire starry sky battlefield into a pure land under the sun's rays.

"Zhuo Donglai, after all, he still used the Zixia Immortal Clothes." Yan Beifei sighed.

Once Zixia's fairy clothes move, no matter whether Zhuo Donglai will die or not, his god blood will be deprived. No god can tolerate his followers using the power of other gods to win in the battle before the gods. Doesn't that mean that he is inferior to other gods? God?

"Such a powerful force is worthy of your swordsmanship." Han Sen nodded slightly.

"Then come on, let me die in the most radiant splendor." Zhuo Dong said, his fingers turned into swords again, but this time it was no longer a little bit of purple light condensing on the fingertips, and the whole world seemed to have purple rays of light towards him. His fingertips were condensed, and the celestial light was even more lingering on the purple fairy clothes, as if there were thousands of rays of light surging.

Zhuo Donglai stabbed out with a sword, and countless rays of light followed, roaring towards Han Sen endlessly. For a moment, there was only purple sword light left in the sky, earth, and starry sky, flooding the entire starry sky like a natural disaster.

The power of a single sword can destroy gods and Buddhas, and even the gods of the heavens are shocked by it.

With the blessing of Zixia Immortal Light, the genetic technique of Zixia Immortal Clothes, the destructive god gene species, each ray of glow is equivalent to Zhuo Donglai's full-strength sword, which is unimaginably terrifying.

"Back then, Taoist Wuwei destroyed the country with a single sword, and Zhuo Donglai's weather is not inferior today. It's just a pity that he was born in the wrong place and worshiped the wrong person." Yan Dan sighed softly.