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Zhao Yushu once asked Zhang Tianshi a question: if he was fighting with someone, and Zhang Tianshi struck a bolt of lightning nearby, could he guarantee that it would only strike his opponent and not himself?

Zhang Tianshi was very confident at that time, and he could chop anyone he wanted to.

Zhao Yushu really wanted to say, "I have always believed in your old master." But when he saw the golden lightning sword above his head that seemed to split the world falling down little by little, he really couldn't say this.

"It's not such a coincidence."

Zhang Tianshi took action and smashed a lightning sword down from outside. Did the myriad worlds just happen to fall on his head?

Zhao Yushu didn't dare to believe it, but he had to believe it, so he ran away immediately.

But the next moment he was dumbfounded.

He traveled through five spaces in a very short time. There was a thunder sword above each space, and it was getting closer and closer.

Zhao Yushu had no doubt about how much damage such a large sword would cause when it fell. It was at least larger than his own small bronze plate.

Yelu Mingjing raised his head, and thousands of scenes flashed through his eyes.

In the almost endless world of the heavens, there is not a single safe place.

Is this the unique skill of Longhu Mountain?

Yelu Mingjing wanted to laugh. If Zhang Tianshi had used this trick when he first faced him, he might not be able to withstand it.

There are countless masters in the world, and except for Yan Hui, that idiot who looks humble but is actually extremely conceited, none of them is easy to deal with. The reason why they don't play such a big game is simply because they don't have any deep hatred, and they all have families behind them, so the meaning of the competition is far greater than a life-and-death duel.

But now it’s different. I have angered Zhang Tianshi, or rather, the other party strongly disagrees with my ideals and intends to fight me to the death.

Since he couldn't hide, he had to face it head-on. Yelu Mingjing drew out the black sword.

Since you want to fight to the death, it depends on whether your life is strong enough.

In addition to heralding the future, the black sword is also a magical weapon in itself, and is more than enough to be used as a weapon.

Until now, neither Zhao Yushu nor Zhang Tianshi knew what Yelu Mingjing's inner insights were, but they all guessed that they would definitely not be ordinary.

The old immortal's self-contained universe can be called a bug, Zixiao Zhenren's incompatibility between heaven and earth is also miraculous, and Yanhui's boundless sea of ​​suffering is simply a dimensionality reduction attack against people with psychological defects. If Zhao Yushu had not intervened in the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, he would have killed everyone by himself.

So what was Yelu Mingjing’s inner perception?

Maybe the old man knew, but he forgot to say it, and Zhao Yushu forgot to ask.

However, Zhao Yushu didn't want to think about Yelu Mingjing at all now. He had to find a way to survive Zhang Tianshi's indiscriminate attack first.

In terms of power alone, this golden sword shining with lightning is probably much stronger than the bronze one.

With the help of the power of the gods, he can command the thirty-six thunder generals. Such power can be called the power of heaven.

Zhang Tianshi’s inner insights led to his spiritual enlightenment.

Zhao Yushu held Avalon tightly. He trusted Avalon very much. As long as he hid inside, there was a 90% chance that he could withstand the attack.

However, it seems that it is not entirely up to you to decide when you can come out. Maybe Avalon suddenly feels that the outside world is too dangerous, and it is not a big deal for you to come in and out every few days, so you might as well not leave.

If you don't hide, you will have to face it head on.

After all, I have learned some of Qi Buyou's true skills. We are all experts in thunder and lightning, so will we give each other some face and reduce some damage?

Zhao Yushu took a deep breath, lightning flashed around him, and lightning snakes moved under his feet.

Like repels like and opposites attract. This terrifying thunder sword looks like masculine Yang thunder. I only use Yin thunder, which should be able to lead you aside.

Too bad there's no lightning rod.

Zhao Yushu succeeded. The Thunder Sword was forced to deflect slightly. When Zhao Yushu used the Difficulty of Heaven and Earth to give it more power, the Thunder Sword finally fell in the direction he wanted.

The lightning sword fell to the ground with a loud bang and smashed into the purple thunder pool in front of Zhao Yushu.

Zhao Yushu was ready to face the impact.

Then he blinked and looked at the lightning snakes still moving in front of him, and the lightning sword that seemed to have never appeared.

Hallucination?

If this kind of pressure was an illusion, then Master Zhang would have long been the world's number one illusionist, and no one has ever heard of any illusions that these masculine men in Longhu Mountain could perform.

"I am confident that I can still control it."

The smug look on Zhang Tianshi’s face appeared in Zhao Yushu’s mind.

Lao Zhang, oh no, Lao Fan, you really weren't bragging.

Yelu Mingjing raised the black sword high and pointed it at the golden sword that was about to fall on his head.

Even though it hadn't reached him yet, the corners of Yelu Mingjing's clothes had already been blown wildly by the terrifying pressure, and his hair was also slightly lifted up.

According to traditional routines, for a top swordsman, the inner perception must also be the advancement or ultimate of swordsmanship. For example, only when one is at the peak of emotion can one be at the peak of swordsmanship, such as opening the gate of heaven with one sword, or all swords returning to their origin, and so on.

In a nutshell, a top swordsman must be specialized, skilled, related to swords, and have such a high standard that people's scalps go numb and they shout "Boruto-kun" when they hear the name!

Yelu Mingjing should have been like this.

Yelu Mingjing disdained this.

A sword is just a sword, just a weapon, just an auxiliary, just a tool for killing the enemy.

Whether it is what worldly masters say that all grass, trees and flying flowers can be used as swords, or the legendary saying that there is a sword in the heart without a sword in the hand, there is essentially no difference.

The sword is an external object. Yelu Mingjing understood this truth since the first moment he held the sword as a child.

This belief accompanied him for a very long time, allowing him to have no doubts when he reached the seventh level, and no obstacles when he stepped into the inner scene.

The old immortal embraces the universe as one within himself, while Yelu Mingjing believes that I am free and what does heaven and earth have to do with me?

Do not ask for anything from heaven or earth, do not receive favors from others, and naturally you will not be controlled by others.

The tip of the black sword collided with the thunder sword.

The sizes of the two are simply not the same. From a visual point of view, if the Thunder Sword is a normal sword, the Black Sword is at most a toothpick.

However, the toothpick just held up against the giant sword.

Yelu Mingjing even let go of his hand.

He stepped up into the air step by step, allowing the black sword to float in the air alone, resisting the falling momentum of the thunder sword.

Yelu Mingjing stretched out his hand and gently slapped the Thunder Sword. With such a small slap, the Thunder Sword actually trembled slightly.

Thunder and lightning are extremely violent, how could they allow themselves to be humiliated like this?

A bolt of lightning burst out from the thunder sword and hit Yelu Mingjing directly.

Yelu Mingjing took a few steps back, then stepped forward again and slapped him again.

The sounds of "bang bang bang" echoed infinitely far in the empty space. The violent thunder smashed countless Taoist temples into pieces. Yelu Mingjing was beaten back again and again.

But he was always able to walk back. It seemed that these seemingly terrifying thunders could not cause him any harm, and the thunder sword was getting smaller and smaller.

"It would be fine if Zhang Tianshi himself was here, but without a master, what can you do with just a sword?"

The slap came down hard.

Zhang Tianshi, who was standing on the courtyard wall, swayed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell from the high wall.