Chapter 27

Despair hung over me.

No matter how talented Mr. Shen is, as a 17-year-old boy, he can step into the realm of God, which is unprecedented. Even his ancestor Shen Mengtian could never reach such accomplishments at his age.

But now the opponent in front of Mr. Shen is an old monster who has lived for more than 200 years.

With his blood exchange Qi accumulated for more than 200 years, Mr. Wujian forcibly broke through the tenth weight of martial arts regardless of the limitations of essence and God.

This is cheating!

This is brazen!

The onlookers of the Wulin roared in their hearts, but under the pressure of this deadly sword, they only felt their throat and hair tight, and no one could shout out.

Shen Zhenyi frowned.

He slowly tore off a piece of cloth from his just cut sleeve and gently shook it in the wind.

Mr. Wujian's poisoned sword was patted with a strong and heavy momentum, but Shen Zhenyi only raised his hand and gently pointed at the sword body with that weak cloth strip.

Buzzing——

Like the continuous shaking sound of Hong Zhong, the cloth strip in Shen Zhenyi's hand didn't turn into powder when he touched the poisoned sword. It was flexible and strong, just like the strong grass in the high wind, although it bent but didn't break.

He blocked the unparalleled poisonous sword with a cloth strip!

Their bodies froze, so they kept the same posture. They didn't move. Only the poisoned sword trembled, and the cloth in Shen Zhenyi's hand was still shaking in the wind.

"Even soft and strong!"

Shen Shou roared in surprise, "this is the highest level in the ten thousand Tibetan swords classic of my abandoned sword mountain villa. Even my ancestors can only figure it out, they can't achieve it! Third... Third, he can practice it!"

Before the voice fell, I only heard the hissing sound. The cloth strip of Shen Zhenyi cracked and turned into thousands of silk flocs and scattered in the wind.

The poisoned sword also rolled back, and Mr. Wujian retreated. He took the sword back to its scabbard and looked cold.

He sighed in a long voice, "unexpectedly, I still underestimated you."

Who could have expected that a 17-year-old boy could break through the limit of martial arts in Jiuyou.

"If there is no tenth realm of martial arts, what about chopping the moon and flying immortals?"

Shen Zhenyi's attitude was very calm. "I didn't bluff last night. It's a foregone conclusion to cut the moon tonight. Old Sir, you'd better use real Kung Fu, otherwise if I play the sword, you will die."

As soon as he raised his hand, the remaining cotton flocs on his fingertips flew like dandelions scattered in the wind.

But every silk floc has the cold killing intention of a sharp blade. Any silk can kill easily.

"Good, good!"

Mr. Wujian laughed. He stretched out his hand, and the five long swords behind him all flew out of their scabbards and hung in front of him.

"I've worked hard for hundreds of years. I didn't expect that there would be a chance to cut the moon today. How can I let you go? Even if you are blessed, you can break through the tenth territory of martial arts at the age of 17, how can you be the opponent I've accumulated for 200 years?"

"Shen Zhenyi, you should have been the leader of Jiuyou, but it's a pity that you met me! You can only blame your bad luck! I can't blame you for your death today!"

He suddenly held the wrought iron heavy sword, regardless of the blade, cut his palm, and twisted it into two sections with a click. Unexpectedly, he stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. The sound of metal friction and bloody smell, coupled with the strange and eager look on Mr. Wujian's face, are disgusting.

The people present shuddered. Someone exclaimed and asked, "what is he doing? Is it that he can't beat the third childe and wants to commit suicide?"

Even a peerless warrior is a body of flesh and blood. Swallowing a sharp blade alive is not suicide. What is it?

Even Zen master Liuru, Dianxian, Shen Shou and others are ignorant, but intuition does not bode well.

"The last step of the blood exchange secret method is the art of swallowing the sword."

Shen Zhenyi was too busy. He shook his sleeves and looked dignified.

"Use this sword swallowing technique to gather the energy and spirit of killing experts, and improve your realm in one fell swoop to reach beyond the limit of Jiuyou place."

While talking, Mr. Wujian has swallowed three swords alive. The corners of his mouth are bloody, his eyes are red, but his body has soared by two or three feet - he was tall, but now he is ten feet tall, which can be called a giant.

This method will have serious sequelae. After today, his practice will retreat greatly, and his body will leave many hidden dangers and hidden injuries. It will take at least several years to recover.

But for Mr. Wujian now, only by surpassing Shen Zhenyi can he consider the future.

"Third childe, hurry up!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the epileptic fairy immediately shouted.

All the experts present could obviously feel Mr. Wujian's momentum rising. If he doesn't attack at this time, God knows how strong he can be when he really completes the so-called sword swallowing skill?

If you don't hurry, when will you wait?

As an immortal, I admire the composure of third childe Shen sitting on the Diaoyutai. But at this time, don't play with your heart!

Shen Zhenyi smiled and waved.

When the sword swallowing skill is performed, the energy and spirit of the killed experts are scattered outside. Even if you do it, you will only be obstructed and waste your energy in vain.

At that moment, Mr. Wujian had swallowed all five swords.

He finally grew four feet tall. The middle of his forehead cracked, revealing a blood line and thick white bones, which was frightening.

Originally a little thin body, now it has become majestic, and its arms are as thick as a bear's arm. White gas is emitted from the nose, like a bloodthirsty beast.

He was full of strength in his gestures, as if one stamp could destroy the 300 year old white tower. The mountains shook and the sky roared. Even masters like Zen Master Liu Ru couldn't help covering their ears and showing pain.

What a terrible power it is.

However, Shen Zhenyi was still indifferent.

"It's still unbalanced."

Because it is not the power of self-cultivation, essence, Qi and God are far from achieving balance. Although simple power improvement has terrible power, it is not enough to be afraid.

He slowly pushed away his wheelchair and slowly stood up at the top of the white tower.

"Third childe!"

"Old three! How are your legs?"

"Master!"

The onlookers under the white tower screamed recklessly. Unexpectedly, Shen Zhenyi, who was judged by the divine doctor Fu Zitong to have cut off all his meridians and could not stand up, actually created a miracle!

——Before that, he defeated the heroes in a wheelchair, but everyone still thought he was bad at doing it!

Fu Zitong widened his eyes, coughed and exclaimed.

"Third childe... This is to support the body with sword Qi! This... What perseverance is this?"

After Shen Zhenyi abandoned his martial arts, Fu Zitong, the miracle doctor, did not leave the abandoned sword villa. Instead, he was able to leave all his burdens and become a pure doctor. He didn't resent Shen Zhenyi, but thanked him for his kindness.

Now others can't see it, but Fu Zitong can see it clearly.