Return of the War God

"Interesting, he's actually a swordsman again."

Ye Wuque narrowed his eyes and looked at the blue-shirted swordsman in the distance, with a hint of interest and anticipation in his eyes.

Before this, Ye Wuque had seen the battle between Shen Luoqiu and Yu Jiaoxue with the flowing light sword.

But compared to the blue-shirted swordsman in front of him, Ye Wuque could see that Shen Luoqiu was far behind.

And at the moment when the blue-shirted swordsman appeared, somewhere in the arena, Chen He, who had been silently admiring the battle, suddenly burst into an astonishing look in his eyes, as if he had woken up from a hundred years of slumber in an instant.

In the clear eyes, there seems to be a flickering sword shadow, Chen He stared at the blue-shirted swordsman on the battlefield, and his whole body is also radiating!

The blue-shirted swordsman pointed his long sword diagonally. He was not tall, but standing there, it was as if he was the only one left with one sword between heaven and earth, and a surging wave made countless disciples of the heavens and the saints feel the skin. A sharp breath of pain.

As if he was the sword in his hand, and the sword was another him.

The 22nd place on the list of people, the Blue Shirt Heavenly Sword... Cheng Moyou!

Cheng Moyou looked at Ye Wuque with a pair of eyes, which flashed with a bright sword-like fighting intent and sharpness, and a hint of desire, as if the upcoming battle made him very excited and looking forward to it.

It was as if he and his sword were just waiting for a powerful enemy like Ye Wuque. If you could draw the sword and try, you would be the strongest in the world.

"Good sword!"

A word of admiration sounded from Ye Wukou. He looked at the four-foot long sword held by Cheng Moyou's right hand, and there was also a hint of admiration in his eyes. Obviously, it was not hypocritical politeness, but real appreciation.

The long sword is about four feet long, and the body of the sword is as clear and transparent as autumn water. Even a drop of dew drops on it will be clearly reflected. The blade is even more flickering, exuding a chilling sharp breath.

What made Ye Wuque feel even more strange was that he felt a touch of spirituality on this long sword, and he chanted softly with the wind, as if the sword already had a spirit.

"This sword is called... Jing Chan. It was made by me using Qiushui Qingyugang mixed with star jade sand and red smelted white copper. It took me 9981 days to cast it myself. The sword weighs 38 kilograms. Please taste it."

Cheng Moyou gently held the Jingchan Sword in his hand, and placed it in front of him. He flicked the sword body with one hand, and made a clear and melodious chanting sound, as if the long sword was also cheering and jumping for joy.

At this moment, Cheng Moyou's expression also became focused and gentle, looking at the long sword in his hand like his lover.

Ye Wuque was not at all puzzled by this scene, because he knew that the real swordsmen were those who loved swords like their lives.

groan!

The tenderness on his face disappeared in an instant, Cheng Moyou raised his sword and pointed at Ye Wuque!

Swordsman, sharp edge!

Therefore, most swordsmen are taciturn, and Cheng Moyou is no exception. He waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword brilliance slashed towards Ye Wuque in an instant!

The sword light as clear as autumn water smashed through the void, and this sword light even had a touch of soul-stirring beauty.

But under this beautiful light, it is an indescribable sharpness and terrifying, this beautiful sword light is enough to cut a cultivator in the early Origin Soul Realm into two pieces.

Facing Cheng Moyou's sword, the smile on Ye Wuque's face never faded. He seemed to be very satisfied with this sword, without any apprehension or fear, and without any intention of dodging.

He didn't move until the sword light slashed to a zhang in front of Ye Wuque's body!

To be precise, he raised his right arm and blocked his expression. At the same time, on his chest, two bright star marks loomed and glistened.

On the right arm that is in front of him, dazzling stars and golden red blood swirl around him, and every inch of his body is glowing, like the arm of the god of war probing from the endless starry sky!

when!

The next moment, a sound as if metal collided with each other, and I saw Cheng Moyou's Jing Chan sword slashed on Ye Wuque's right arm, making such a sound.

This scene fell into the eyes of countless disciples of the heavens and the holy way, causing an astonishing shock in an instant!

"Damn it! Ye Wuque actually blocked Cheng Moyou's Jing Chan sword with his flesh and blood? Hey! Is this still flesh and blood? This is a body made of fine iron!"

"I know that Ye Wuque has a unique skill in body refining, and even beat Tian Ding Changxu, who was on the list with a unique skill in body refining, in the previous battle, but now he is facing Cheng Moyou's blue-shirted Tianjian Cheng Moyou. Ah! How terrifying is Cheng Moyou's sword light? Even low-grade treasures can be cut off by his sword light!"

"It's like the strongest sword meets the strongest shield, I don't know who will win in the end!"

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Almost all the exclamations were inseparable from Ye Wuque's body, and the behavior of blocking Cheng Moyou Jianguang really shocked many people.

Body Refinement is powerful and can be used in close combat, but it can't block all attacks. For example, the swordsman's sword is incomparably sharp, and everything can be cut.

But what happened in front of him once again peaked everyone's cognition.

It should have been Ye Wuque who was slashed by Cheng Moyou's sword light, and the unique technique of body refining was broken, but everything that happened was reversed. Ye Wuque blocked Cheng Moyou's Jing Chan sword with his flesh and blood.

Cheng Moyou, who was holding a long sword, also showed a glint in his eyes at this moment, and there was a shock in his heart.

It's not that he didn't know that Ye Wuque was in possession of a powerful body-refinement technique, but before that he was confident that the long sword in his hand was the nemesis of the body-refinement technique, but now it seems that everything seems to be completely beyond Cheng Moyou's expectations. .

How did Cheng Moyou know that Ye Wuque was not just like other cultivators who simply practiced a unique technique of physical training, but he was someone who embarked on the road of physical training!

Physical cultivation, according to what Kong once described, is one of the strongest cultivation paths even in the heavens and the world!

Although Ye Wuque has only just set foot on this road, because he is born with a strong physical body and strong blood energy, and after being tempered by the mysterious and unpredictable starlight Wuji body, he has already far surpassed those monks who have only practiced a single physique. many.

When the sword failed, Cheng Moyou was shocked and not discouraged, but the right hand holding the sword was more persistent and firm, and cut out again with one sword!

Even if you are made of fine iron, even if you are a mountain peak, the sword in my hand can cut through everything!

This is the unyielding belief of the swordsman!

dang dang...

A sonorous voice continued to sound, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Moyou and Ye Wuque had been fighting for dozens of rounds.

But no matter how Cheng Moyou used his sword, Ye Wuque would block it without any leakage, using his own arms and flesh and blood!

when!

After another sword was slashed out, Cheng Moyou stepped back, and the whole person stepped back several dozen feet, stood with the sword, and looked at Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque put his arms down by his side, his eyes were as bright as before, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. Stars shone around him, and he looked like a god who came from the starry sky!

"You are very strong, and you are stronger than I expected, then I will invite you to taste with the strongest sword together with Jingchan."

Cheng Moyou opened his mouth, his tone was persistent and firm, and his eyes were extremely tenacious.

After the battle just now, he has found that Ye Wuque is far stronger than him, and he is not an opponent.

But what about this?

A swordsman, as long as he does not die or lose, he will definitely cut to the end, until he no longer has the strength to swing the next sword.

Cheng Moyou's words made Ye Wuque's eyes flash, looking at the persistent swordsman, he suddenly smiled and said, "Although your swordsmanship is sharp, there is a fatal problem."

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Moyou's pupils shrank!