Normally, it takes seven enlightenment to enter the superego, but although Xiao Fan only has six enlightenment, he still has the power of the fire of resistance. It is only a matter of time before he wants to break through the superego realm.

He is still sleeping soundly.

The situation outside is becoming more and more complicated.

The crystal of the sky appeared one after another, but it had nothing to do with the younger generation of geniuses. They were all the older generation who took action to grab it.

But the battle of dignity is about to begin.

All the peak powerhouses of the younger generation are nervously preparing for the battle.

Among them is Ying Zheng.

At this time, he was floating in the colorful round Milky Way, and each color represented a terrible force, making even meteorites unable to survive in this space.

Ying Zheng's upper body had exploded, and his lower body was wearing emperor armor. As a noble young man who had been well educated since childhood, he casually exposed important parts of his body, which was still too indecent. Even if there was no one around him, he could not feel at ease.

Walking birds under the moon.

The tempering of the Milky Way wind for two years has caused his realm and physical strength to rise wildly. Half a year ago, Yun Jinyu had already helped him break through to the small Saint Body, and his realm has reached the ninth level of Martial Master, and he is very close to the Martial Master.

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The gale that could easily tear apart his body two years ago could only cause some slight pain to him at this time.

But he still didn't leave here.

Because his most important purpose is to temper his sword.

Two years ago, he was planning to create his own sword technique.

This sword technique is more beautiful, called the Nine Heavens Sword and the Taixu Sword, because whether it is Nine Heavens or Taixu, it is just an nickname for the universe.

To be more popular, it is called the Universe Sword Technique.

The universe is infinite.

The swordsmanship is endless.

Therefore, Ying Zheng was determined to use the boundless universe as the foundation stone to enter the Tao.

Practice swords with all kinds of desperate situations in the universe.

Without any guidance from previous generations, the whole plan sounds quite illusory and cannot be understood by others.

What does it mean to practice swordsmanship based on the universe?

The word universe is too broad to understand.

Ying Zheng also took his time at the beginning, learning everything about the universe, and finally set the simplest and most direct goal.

He abandoned all the changes in the swordsmanship and only practiced slashing, the ultimate slashing!

The first style of swordsmanship is to be able to cut off a small meteorite with one sword.

The second form is to cut the comet.

The third form is to kill satellites.

The fourth form is to cut the planet.

The fifth form is to cut the stars.

At this moment, he had already broken through the first move. He had a small mass around him and could cut it off with just one sword. The effect was very satisfying to Ying Zheng.

Now, he is trying to find a way to break through the second move!

He wants to kill the comet, and the mass of the comet is hundreds of times larger than that of ordinary meteorites.

Correspondingly, his slash was hundreds of times sharper than before.

At this moment, he was staring at a huge comet in front of him, his eyes as if he was a dragon.

Standing in front of this comet, Ying Zheng was so small that he was not even an ant, he was just a small black dot that had to be magnified countless times before he could see it.

But at this time, the comet was covered with dense sword marks, and the star body had faintly shown signs of cracking.

All of them were cut out during this period.

Finally, after he adjusted his breath completely, he held the hilt of the sword tightly, and all the power and sword intent on his body quickly condensed into the Emperor's sword.

Finally, with a silent roar, the sword was unsheathed, and the sword intent condensed into a little, flashing like lightning through this infinite universe, landing on the fragmented comet!

This is his full-strength blow!

After the killing, Ying Zheng's face turned five points pale with naked eyes.

then!

"Sheep!"

A shining sword light bloomed at the center of the comet, illuminating a corner of the nine heavens, but it still failed to cut off the comet, but it added another extremely deep sword mark.

"Is it still not possible..." Ying Zheng sighed silently.

But suddenly.

He turned his head suddenly and saw another sword light flashing in the sky.

"Wow..."

In the blink of an eye, the sword light passed through the world like water, and fell on the fragmented comet like a broken comet.

Then, the silver sword lights flashed in the sky, extremely dazzling, but Ying Zheng couldn't bear to blink. Even though he was very uncomfortable being stabbed by the sword light, bloodshots had already emerged.

Because, after this sword light passed, the comet that he could not cut off for thousands of times was instantly cracked into billions of pieces, densely packed, spread throughout the universe, and the size of each piece,

Extremely close.

Billions of fragments were spread evenly throughout the universe. This scene was quite shocking, which shocked Ying Zheng.

The master of this slash seemed to be telling him that a simple slash is nothing. Each slash can cut out the effect of hundreds of millions of slashes, and can also perfectly control the strength to allow every piece of slashing out.

The fragments are exactly the same size, so...

"This is what I'm counting as the gate of kendo."

Suddenly, a chic voice came from Ying Zheng's ears.

He turned his head and saw the swordsman holding the iron sword, holding the weeds in his mouth, looking at him with admiration.

"You...who are you?" Ying Zheng asked blankly.

"The creator of the kendo, the swordsman." The swordsman replied peacefully.

At this time, the swordsman glanced at Ying Zheng up and down, frowned and said, "Your swordsmanship talent is indeed not inferior to me. If you practice swords, you will have the opportunity to become a new swordsman creator."

"But... I think you will be more successful than practicing swordsmanship." The swordsman raised his eyebrows.

Ying Zheng shook his head and said, "I think it's either an emperor's talent or an emperor."

"But you need to have an emperor's heart to be a good emperor."

"But I only have a sword-practice heart now."

"I understand!" the swordsman nodded and said, "Then I will remind you one more time."

"It is very difficult to practice swordsmanship. If you really choose swordsmanship, you may not have the chance to be the emperor's way in your life."

"It's too late to regret it when the time comes."

Without thinking, Ying Zheng chuckled and said, "This world only needs one emperor."

"Even if I don't sit in that position in this era, there are still people sitting, and it may not be worse than mine."

"Who?" the swordsman asked with a smile.

"Xiao Fan." Ying Zheng casually raised his eyebrows on his left.

"Isn't he dead?" the swordsman pretended to be ignorant and asked casually.

Ying Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't believe that a demon king group can kill him."

"A person like him cannot die so easily."

"Is that right?" The sword apprentice echoed Ying Zheng and raised his left eyebrows, feeling good about himself.

Ying Zheng thought to himself that this strong man did it on purpose and still had the same habit as himself. If it was a habit, it would be bad, because he had a high and low eyebrows, and it was quite weird to raise it.

Then he said: "If Xiao Fan really died, the last scene before his death would definitely not fall down weakly, it would definitely be a grand explosion."

"You really have confidence in him." The swordsman seemed to realize his high and low eyebrows, and raised his right eyebrows this time.

Ying Zheng could already determine that the other party must have some bad taste, but he didn't think much about it. He just turned his head to look towards Lan Xing, with his eyes wide and profound.

Xiao Fan has won me several times, but I haven’t died. How could he die? This is Ying Zheng’s intuition.

Finally, the swordsman nodded silently and pulled out the sword in his arms.

The sword sounded crisply, and his tone was also straightforward.
Chapter completed!