The swords could not advance, but they kept coming, like wind and rain.
Jun Mo waved the iron sword in his hand with the strength of a mountain. More than 200 swords stuck in the soil in front of him continuously flew into the air, drawing lines in the autumn sky.
The entire field reverberated with the shrill whistling sound of the sword. The slightly chilly autumn wind fled in all directions. This extremely domineering scene shocked everyone's mind.
Jun Mo's body and mind were very tired after defeating Ye Su with difficulty. But taking this opportunity, his sword intent was extremely strong. It was the most perfect moment. He was at his strongest.
However, he still could not defeat Liu Bai.
Liu Bai held his sword horizontally in front of him, looking calm.
No one knew if he had moved the sword in his hand. It seemed that the rusted sword had been lying in front of him, quietly and motionlessly. Or it might have moved countless times.
At this time, more than 200 swords were floating in the air in front of him. Because there were so many swords, they blocked the sky and looked particularly eerie, even a little crowded.
This scene was really shocking.
Liu Bai put away his sword.
The two hundred swords in the air no longer had anything to support them and fell to the ground with a loud bang. Like a pile of firewood that was not tied up tightly, they scattered to the sides.
Liu Bai looked at Jun Mo and remained silent.
There was no longer any admiration in his eyes.
Admiration was the comment and recognition of the weak by the strong.
After the attack of the sword rain, Liu Bai confirmed that Jun Mo was qualified and capable to fight with him on an equal footing. So he could not admire him anymore, he could only respect him.
Liu Bai's greatest respect for his enemy was the sword.
However, he did not have time to use his sword.
Because Jun Mo used his sword again.
This time, Jun Mo did not use his own iron sword, but the discarded swords that he had taken away.
The scattered swords in front of Liu Bai were still bouncing, and then suddenly bounced up.
More than 200 swords instantly turned into more than 200 sword lights, breaking through the air. In the field in front of the Verdant Canyon, in the autumn sky, they danced wildly and fell like lightning.
They pierced Liu Bai!
Liu Bai frowned slightly and held his sword horizontally again.
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Swords could fly, but they relied on Psyche Power to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and then control the swords. The more swords one wanted to control, the higher the requirement for the realm of Psyche Power.
A natal item was a very difficult thing. There were very few cultivators in the cultivation world who would cultivate several natal items at the same time. Even Great Swordsmen in the Seethrough Realm would only use their own natal sword.
If he had to divert his attention to control more flying swords, it would be a very unwise choice. This kind of unwisdom lay more in the degree of difficulty.
In the battle of the Spring Breeze Pavilion that rainy night, Chao Xiaoshu, who was in the Seethrough Realm, controlled five swords to kill the enemy. After that, it caused a long period of discussion in the cultivation circle. Everyone praised his talent, but also inevitably had some doubts.
Now that Chao Xiaoshu had entered the Knowing destiny State for a long time, the number of flying swords that he could control had already exceeded five. But because it was a taboo to divide one's attention, he rarely used this method.
But Jun Mo did it today.
The swords danced in the sky in front of the Verdant Canyon, like a flock of birds, constantly falling at high speed. After being shaken off by the barrier around Liu Bai, they flew at high speed in the air and then fell again.
Some of the flying swords were straight and extremely fast, like lightning. Some of the flying swords were like soft brush strokes on paper, drawing circles in the air. Some of the flying swords had unpredictable trajectories, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, and sometimes to the east. They danced wildly like swimming dragons. The more than two hundred flying swords seemed to have a life of their own.
The swords kept flying, shuttling back and forth between the sky and the ground, reflecting the autumn sunshine around the field. The whole sky was flashing, and the scene was extremely beautiful and spectacular.
Different from the battle with Ye Su, Jun Mo's performance at this time was gorgeous and extremely presumptuous.
His Psyche Power rushed out like a gust of wind, controlling more than two hundred swords accurately and valiantly from a distance of thousands of feet, and drawing a scene that stunned everyone!
The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army watching the battle in the southern field was shocked speechless, especially those Sword Masters, who were even paler, thinking, "Is he still a human?"
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Liu Bai's sword momentum was stronger.
He could use his powerful Psyche Power to forcibly seize control of those flying swords, just like how Jun Mo dealt with those cultivators yesterday. Even if he could not succeed in controlling all of them, he could at least subdue most of them.
But he was not willing to split his attention on this matter, because he was used to using only one sword, because only absolute simplicity was absolute power, and one sword could defeat thousands of swords.
He held the sword horizontally in front of him, not caring about repeating his own moves.
The flying swords between the sky and the ground could not come within one foot of him.
Unlike others, Liu Bai was not shocked by this dazzling scene. On the contrary, he did not understand why Jun Mo used so many swords.
Just like Jun Mo did not understand why Ye Hongyu used so many swords yesterday.
Even at their state, it was no longer a taboo to use swords at the same time, but Liu Bai believed that Jun Mo would understand the difference between simplicity and power.
There must be a reasonable reason for everything that did not make sense.
Ye Hongyu used thousands of swords yesterday because she wanted to set up a Confinement Array.
What did Jun Mo want to do? Or did he not want to do anything? He just wanted to use this method to make Liu Bai think for a long time, and even hope that Liu Bai would be a little distracted?
Liu Bai did not panic.
He stepped forward and walked toward the Verdant Canyon with steady footsteps.
He was walking, and the sword in his hand was also walking, so the world within one foot of him was walking with him.
The whistling of the swords in front of the Verdant Canyon became more and more shrill. More than two hundred swords bombarded the ground like desperate birds, and there was a series of dull thunder-like sounds in the wilderness.
Liu Bai's footsteps were still steady.
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He was the Sage of Sword.
He was the most powerful man in the world.
He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.
The sword in his hand was a rusty sword that was even worse than an ordinary one.
He held the sword horizontally in front of him, and the way he walked even looked a little funny.
Facing Jun Mo's gorgeous flying swords, his response was so clumsy.
But … no one could break it.
Even if Eldest Brother stood in front of the Verdant Canyon, he could only avoid it, but not break it.
Because he was walking with his own world. As long as the opponent was within one foot of him, he would definitely lose.
Liu Bai walked towards the Verdant Canyon step by step.
His footsteps were steady and slow, and his movements were clumsy.
This clumsiness represented prudence.
As the most powerful man in the world, this clumsiness was even more respectful.
Respect for the Academy and Jun Mo.
This kind of clumsiness might also hide a deeper meaning.
Liu Bai's world within one foot of him could not be broken, but he could avoid it and retreat.
Heaven had eyes. This might be the last chance for the Academy to leave.
If Jun Mo and the disciples of the Academy were willing to leave, then they would never have to face Liu Bai's world within one foot of him. They could be free and enjoy the world.
But Jun Mo was not willing to retreat. He raised the iron sword in his hand.
His choice had nothing to do with the Tang Empire or the Academy.
He was in high spirits and full of lofty sentiments.
A gentleman should not walk on a stranger's path, whether it was close or far away.
Let's not talk about other people's business. I'll kill him first.
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(At the end, I had written, "In this life, the ultimate pursuit is just a moment of youth. But I found it too sour, so I didn't put it in. As for the last word," Ya ", I thought for a long time and still put it in. My friend in Beijing said that" Ya "can only be used after" You ". But who cares!) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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