Chapter 2472: I'm a junior swordsman

Chapter 2472: I'm a junior swordsman

Seeing that Mu Yun was still full of confidence at this moment, the murderous intent in Bu Yi's eyes was completely condensed for the first time.

He understood that, like Mu Yun, a person who thought he was a genius needed an enchantment like him to trample under his feet.

Only in this way can he understand that arrogance is a painful price.

"kill!"

Bo Yi holds the Luo Yu sword, which is more murderous.

But what is shocking is that the vigorous murderous aura actually contains a throbbing of ideas.

"The Lord's Mind."

A disciple immediately exclaimed: "Bu Yi is already able to integrate the sword energy into the holy mind."

The air of the holy king.

Body of the Holy Emperor.

These are all manifestations of the gap between realms.

And the realm of the saints, is within the soul, brewing ideas that can kill people.

This thought does not belong to the power of the soul, but is derived from the power of the soul.

But the murderous aura is more terrifying than the power of the soul.

The thought of the saint comes from the soul, after all, it is to inherit the power of heaven and earth.

Just like the realm of the saint, the body of the saint, the form of heaven and the spirit of the saint king, etc., all can be successful only when the world has a strong recognition of the martial artist itself.

This is also the biggest difference between the so-called holy position in the great world and the holy position in the small world where Mu Yun once lived.

To be recognized by heaven and earth, it not only requires extremely tyrannical breath of life, but also requires the aura in one's body to be stable enough to be recognized by heaven and earth.

Bo Yi was able to touch the Holy Venerable's thoughts, and that was enough to prove that it might not take long for him to enter the Holy Venerable realm.

"kill!"

When the sword came out, the thought contained in that sword aura seemed to be able to tear the surrounding formation.

"The realm of eight punches!"

Mu Yun slammed his fist again, and the fist wind spread violently.

But this time, when the fist wind spread, the sword energy of the surrounding gusts and rains easily shredded the four fist shadows in front of Mu Yun.

Mu Yun looked cautious, and his figure quickly retreated. The Golden Dragon armor was opened at this moment, and the undead fire filled his palms at this moment.

Bang...

Along with the four shadows of the boxing behind them exploding at this moment, the remaining power of the sword aura was directly crushed.

The powerful wave of air fluctuated slowly, but in the end, Mu Yun's palms shot out, and the undead fire swept through, resisting the sword energy.

And then, the last remaining trace of strength blasted into Mu Yun's body, the golden dragon armor covering the surface of his body, Mu Yun's body did not receive a single attack.

"Ok?"

Bu Yi's face was startled at this moment.

Resist it?

Mu Yun's constant shots and various methods are really incredible.

"It seems that you still don't give up."

Bu Yi's face was slightly cold at the moment, and his whole body became murderous.

"You can't give up, it's not what you said!"

Mu Yun stepped out and looked at Bo Yi.

"Do you think you are sure of winning?"

Between Mu Yun slowly, the breath in his body kept rising.

That powerful breath was superimposed with waves, as if it was boiling completely at this moment.

"Holy Emperor's position!"

At this moment, an uproar sounded around the valley.

In the realm of the Holy Emperor's position, Mu Yun has been suppressing his strength?

"impossible……"

Bo Yi looked surprised at this moment.

How could Mu Yun conceal his aura under the investigation of the Sect Master and several peak masters?

The Great Peak Master Cao Hong's face is not very good at this moment: "It seems that the Sect Master has prepared a lot for this!"

"I?"

Xiao Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Except for giving him two sacred tactics, there is nothing else. This kid, hiding his realm, even I haven't found it."

Faced with Xiao Qingfeng, the master Cao Hongfeng obviously didn't believe it.

Xiao Qingfeng, as the ancient sage emperor, hadn't it been for this suzerain to take action and Mu Yun would hide his realm, how could he not find the ancient sage emperor?

Xiao Qingfeng at the moment is also at a loss.

He didn't even notice Mu Yun's hidden realm.

This is too strange.

Only for a moment, thinking of the beautiful woman beside Mu Yun, Xiao Qingfeng gradually understood.

Perhaps the wonderful fairy language around Mu Yun was not a simple one.

"Flush!"

Mu Yun's face was fierce at the moment, and he shot out directly.

"The realm of eight punches!"

The eight-armed iron fist appeared again at this moment.

And the eight-armed iron fist that was used in the Holy Emperor's position, the power of today is so powerful that it is suffocating.

At this moment, the shadow of the boxing fist has expanded tenfold.

That fist shadow, like a giant fist, smashed down.

Boom...

Boom...

The dull crackling sound rang out one after another.

Between the fist wind and howling, the eight shadows of fist bumped down again and again.

At this moment, Bu Yi was embarrassed and dodged. If he was hit by the shadow of the fist once, the competition would basically be over.

At the moment, under the ring, Gu Liangsheng's expression was ugly to the extreme.

Mu Yun didn't use his full strength at all in the previous competition.

Only the peak of the Saint Emperor's mid-level realm is to defeat him.

"This guy... is really a monster..."

Gu Liangsheng felt the uncomfortable breath in his heart at this moment, and he became more comfortable.

Even Bu Yi was suppressed. He was not so embarrassed to lose to Mu Yun.

"Go away!"

Suddenly, on the ring, Bu Yi shot out with a sword, blocking the shadow of the eight fists.

"Boy, today, it was you who forced me to force me. Next, if you can't bear my sword aura, then you may die and look ugly!"

The words of Bo Yi fell and stepped forward.

"I cut through the heavens with my sword!"

Om...

In an instant, the Luo Yu sword shined brightly at this moment, as if everything was resurrected and the holy sword was reborn.

"This is... Sword Soul!"

In the vast world, swordsmanship is endless, and the swordsmanship together is everlasting.

There are seven powerful levels of comprehension of sword intent, sword power, sword heart, kendo, sword soul, sword soul, and sword body. Each level changes in every way.

Bo Yi, comprehend the soul of the sword!

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Xiao Qingfeng also frowned.

In this vast world, there are many people who understand sword intent, sword strength, sword heart, and kendo.

However, there are very few who reach the level of the sword soul.

The sword soul swordsman, with his own soul, fuse the holy sword, so that the holy sword has a soul, and everything in the world has a soul, that is, it has the backbone.

The same swordsmanship, the display without the soul of the sword, is enough to be ten times different than the display with the soul of the sword.

The five levels of Soul Sword, elementary, intermediate, advanced, top, and **** level.

At each level, there is a gap of several times.

At this time, Mu Yun was in danger.

Xiao Qingfeng looked at Cao Hong and couldn't help but admire: "The master of the Great Peak has a good education, and Bu Yi is actually a swordsman swordsman. I am lucky to be in Xiaoyao Mountain!"

"Sect Master praised it!"

Cao Hong smiled and said with a smile: "This kid has been stuck in the kendo for hundreds of years. This breakthrough in the sword soul is also unexpected."

Although he said so on the surface, the smile on Master Cao Hongfeng's face could hardly conceal the joy in his heart.

At this moment, Bu Yi was in a long gown, without wind, he stood in the air, holding a Luo Yu sword, and looking at Mu Yun condescendingly.

"This sword soul, I am going to enter the bronze mountain and compete with other sect gods, before it was revealed, as the ultimate card."

Bo Yi said indifferently: "Today you can force me to display the Soul of Sword, it is already very remarkable!"

"Mu Yun, if you are in the same state as me, I may have already lost, but it is a pity... you are not..."

At this moment, the disciples around him were also in constant uproar.

Sword Soul!

That is what countless swordsmen dream of.

In this vast world, comprehending sword intent, sword strength, even comprehending one's own kendo, is not enough to make people surprised.

Because only sword spirit, sword soul, sword body, the three levels of swordsmanship artistic conception, can it match the holy, throne, and honorable positions.

And the game at this moment, this step, surpassed too many people.

It can be said that the entire Xiaoyao Mountain, no one can compare.

"What's next?"

Looking at Mu Yun below, Bu Yi said indifferently.

With Luo Yu sword in hand, Bu Yi seemed to be able to shoot at any time to kill Mu Yun.

Seeing Bo Yi's proud expression, Mu Yun was a little embarrassed.

"Sword Soul... can it cause such a big fluctuation?"

Mu Yun touched his nose and smiled: "I really didn't expect it."

"Ok?"

When Bo Yi heard this, he was not angry.

"Joke, in this Kunxu realm, all the people who understand the soul of the sword are powerful swordsmen and super strong existences."

"Do you think the sword soul can be understood at will?"

Mu Yun smiled awkwardly at this moment: "You said so, but that's true, but your sword soul artistic conception seems to be only a primary level, right?"

just?

Hearing this, Bu Yi almost spit out blood.

Is this guy really ignorant or pretending to be stupid?

The sword soul he comprehended, in the entire Kunxu realm, must be very comparable in the future.

On the contrary, Mu Yun looked down upon him.

"Fine..."

Mu Yun waved his hand at this moment: "The eight-armed iron fist seems to want to defeat you, it's a bit difficult."

Mu Yun also knew that he was only in the realm of the Holy Emperor's throne, and it was indeed difficult to defeat Bo Yi with an eight-armed iron fist. If it were in the same realm, Bo Yi would have died a hundred or eighty times.

"Ok?"

Looking at Mu Yun's disdainful gaze, Bu Yi's anger burned even more.

Does this guy really think he can't help him?

"It seems that you really don't know anything about swordsmanship. In that case, I won't embarrass you!"

Bo Yi said indifferently: "Either you surrender now and live a life, or I will try my best to use the Junior Sword Soul, but if that's the case, I'm afraid your life will not be in your own hands."

"I'll give you one last chance, admit defeat or not?"

"Give up?"

Mu Yun shook his head slightly: "If you are only a junior sword soul, you want me to give up, I'm afraid it's impossible..."

"It seems you really don't hit the south wall and don't look back!"

Bu Yi's face was cold, the junior sword soul, his control was not perfect, but defeating Mu Yun was absolutely no problem.

Maybe he performed supernormally and could kill Mu Yun instantly, even the Sect Master and others would not be able to react. After all, this was a competition, and death and injury were inevitable.

"In that case, then..."

Bu Yi hadn't finished saying a word, but Mu Yun smiled at this moment: "It's just a junior sword soul, to cooperate with your holy emperor's extreme position, let me give up, I really don't want to!"

"After all, I'm a beginner...Sword Soul!"