Xihe finished speaking.

Both Lin Ke and Lin Ye were complicated.

Especially Lin Ye, there was a very interesting question back then.

Where is the kendo?

Lord Sword Master answered.

He said that kendo was right in front of him.

Now Lin Ye understands what this means.

It turns out to be literal.

Everything you can see is kendo!

Lin Ye once again understood why a swordsman is so powerful, he used this name that is not arrogant or domineering at all.

Because he always admires this colorful world like a humble apprentice and understands the sword skills from it.

So he can do everything and knows everything because he has seen everything.

After sighing, a smile appeared on Lin Ye's face.

He already knows the future and how to go.

The sword path is infinite, and this sword may be just the beginning.

Because at this time, Ying Zheng on the field mobilized a more mysterious sword technique.

He shuttled through the flames of the burning sky, and the sword body was shining with a terrifying white light. The fire could not touch the corner of his clothes. It was clearly a world of flames, but the sword holder was chasing the fire-setting man.

A gloom appeared on Di Yan's face.

He could not understand what was happening now.

He has no divine will, but he can fight against divinity!

The fundamental reason for divinity is to raise a force to the ceiling level of this universe.

That is to say, the other party’s understanding of kendo is the same as his own understanding of flames.

Then, in theory, he should have concentrated his spirit!

But he didn't have that aura.

What this later represents is trembling.

Ying Zheng, who held the sword, said contemptuously: "God Lord?"

"Supreme flame?"

"Is this what the Chaos God understands about flames?"

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As he finished speaking, he grinned, raised his hand and threw out a jar of old wine, sprinkled the alcohol into a circle.

The three-foot iron sword swept through the end, and under the stain of the surrounding fire, the sword's body was full of fire.

Ying Zheng held the sword of flame and drew brilliant crescent moons in the air.

Di Yan shouted angrily: "Flower fists and embroidered legs!"

Ying Zheng suddenly looked back at the family sitting at the edge of the spectator seat and showed a bright smile.

The family has been performing on the street for generations, with alcohol spraying fire on the sword, and the sword flowers they play should be as beautiful as they are.

But later it seemed that times had changed, and people no longer like to read this. They said that this was a fancy move, flashy and unreal, and not worth mentioning.

The family fell to the bottom, but they were quite tenacious and did not give up practicing the skills of several generations. They were still playing swords at their doorstep day after day. No matter how people around them joked about them, their expressions and movements were the same as before.

professionalism.

Only after the show ended, looking at the sparse dollars at your feet, your face would show bitterness and discomfort.

That day, Ying Zheng watched the sword dancing all day alone, saw the sunset, and the stars shining brightly.

There was no one around. When the scene ended, he was the only one who was applauding warmly and boasting about this family. They were more like swordsmen than many people.

Today, he specially gave them three tickets to see them fight.

It's for this moment!

The sword immortal's eyes rose, and Ying Zheng suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and cut off the stubble on his face and messy hair.

That perfect and delicate face is presented in front of the world.

Countless women screamed and their pupils were trembling.

However, Ying Zheng was full of solemn appearance and the huge battlefield on the front line of life and death seemed to have become a stage on the street. The old people were extremely familiar with each other, and now the "Wuyang City Sword Sacrifice" was almost lost.

Countless swordsmen watching the battle kept applauding, and He Caishengtian.

Only that family knew that this song was dedicated to them by the boss of Zheng.

The mother next to her wiped tears while crying slightly and hummed the song gently. The boy covered his mouth and cried in a hurry. The father next to her couldn't help but wiped his face.

Emperor Yan on the battlefield had blue veins on his face and was furious!

What is Ying Zheng doing!?

He is singing an opera!?

What did he regard this place as?

"Roar!" A roar shook Ying Zheng's voice.

But he continued to complete this song just like a professional family.

Not only were people excited at this moment, but Ying Zheng himself couldn't help himself.

He likes himself very much now.

It is as popular as before, but it seems to be different.

He began to ask himself that question.

"Why do you practice swords? Why do you want to be the strongest?"

Ying Zheng lowered his head and replied silently: "Because of love."

“Because I want to make the world a little better.”

Thinking of this, the last dance ended.

Di Yan, who was standing beside him, had no expression on his face and was suspended in the air.

He didn't know what Ying Zheng was going crazy, but it didn't matter, just let him go crazy. He slowly accumulated energy next to him and accumulated this destructive blow.

The Supreme Fire condensed into a huge sphere above his head, and the imposing power in his hand was endlessly released.

The power of the fireball has spread to the entire planet, and everyone can feel the burning sensation of fire, and their expression is very bad.

The family was a little afraid to look at it, covered their mouths and lowered their heads, thinking that the boss of politics would take this blow?

In order to dance this song, he gave Di Yan too much time.

If they do it again, they will inevitably stop the Zheng boss.

After all, this is not a stage, but a bloody battle between both high and low, and life and death!

At this time, Di Yan, who had a solemn face, suddenly swung his hands down, and the supreme fireball that was huge enough to cover the entire battlefield fell down.

The sound of a sonic boom sounded, and the wind was shaking thousands of miles apart, the wind in the sky swept away the clouds, and the space around the sphere was shaking and distorted in an instant.

Below, Ying Zheng had a expressionless face and was holding a sword-drawing style.

When the fireball was about to completely hit his head.

"boom!"

A shock sound.

A sword intent rushed straight into the sky, the sea of ​​clouds scattered, the earth collapsed, and the long black hair danced in the wind, and the sword fairy's eyes shone into the sky!

Lin Ye suddenly stood up, stared at the scene, and said word by word with Ying Zheng: "Thousands of things! One! Sword!"

"cut!"

The next second, Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly and drew his sword so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

People in the world only feel that this world is still at this moment and falls into silence.

Only a fleeting white sword light seemed to remain in the center of their sight forever!

The fireball that was about to fall in the next second also stopped at this moment!

Di Yan, who was floating on the back of the meteorite, turned his eyes white.

As Ying Zheng slowly withdrew his sword, the moment the long sword was completely sheathed.

There is a "clang" sound!
To be continued...