The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 158 Sword Light
There was constant sound of fighting on the streets.

The heroes of various northern rebel forces besieged the six black-robed monks with fierce momentum.

not far away.
The eagle's shadow surrounded another black-robed monk with superb martial arts skills. It flew back and forth like lightning, leaving claw marks across the sky. The sounds of tearing silk and the eagle's cry continued to ring in everyone's ears and hearts.

The black-robed monk's whole body was filled with energy, and Vajra Qi swirled around his palms. He struck repeatedly, defending his entire body from head to toe.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
The sound of explosive gas exploded throughout the street, and violent gusts of wind blew in all directions.

On the other side of the carriage, a black-robed monk using the Vajra Finger smashed an assassin's head with one finger, and knocked his body flying out.

He turned around and rushed towards the fierce battlefield not far away, his eyes glowing red, and he shouted loudly: "Brother, give me the White Eyebrow Eagle King. I want to see whether his Eagle Claw Skill is more powerful or my Vajra Finger is more powerful!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed into the battle.

Two black figures rotated quickly, and golden finger prints and golden palm prints appeared in all directions, like golden ripples splashing out.

bang bang bang
The air around was blown up, the energy was surging like a tidal wave, the scene was extremely terrifying.

Under such an intensive attack, Eagle Shadow did not dare to approach easily. He could only shuttle back and forth around the two people, relying on his speed to deal with them.

The strength of the White-browed Eagle King is barely better than that of the black-clothed monk with powerful internal strength. If there is another black-clothed monk named Asan who is equally powerful, he can only sigh helplessly.

The eight black-robed monks were all restrained by the crowd.

The carriage was parked alone in the middle of the street. The spacious carriage and the drooping curtains made no sound. It was like an attractive fruit waiting to be picked.
A misty cloud came from nowhere, silently passed through the two battle groups, and came near the carriage.

choke!
The sound of a sword being unsheathed echoed leisurely, and was several times louder than the normal sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath.

Then, a sword light appeared out of nowhere and cut through the sky.

That sword seemed to condense the martial arts will of all sword practitioners in the world, and condense the sharpness of all the long swords in the world.
With unrivaled sharpness, unstoppable momentum, and irresistible strength.
It flashed past in the middle of the carriage!

That sword.
Too fast! Too quick! Too fierce! Too violent!
All the masters participating in the battle, whether they saw it with their own eyes or not, or just heard the dragon's roar when the long sword was unsheathed, felt a sense of shock and despair in their hearts.

Like a thorn in the back, like a knife at the throat, like facing the abyss.
Everyone's movements couldn't help but slow down, and countless goose bumps appeared all over their bodies.

"What is this?"

"Why do I feel like I will be killed if I face this sword?"

"How can there be such a terrifying sword technique in this world?"

When the sword light disappeared into the air, everyone's frozen minds began to come alive again, and they all made sounds of surprise and doubt.

Another battlefield.
The White-browed Eagle King and the two black-robed monks who were fighting fiercely also felt a chill in their hearts when the sword appeared. They felt as if they were naked in the snow and ice, and were about to face death.

The terrible feeling of impending disaster made the three of them stop fighting and look back at the sword light that fell behind the carriage.

The sword light converged, and it rotated in the air like a dragon, then nimbly returned to the scabbard, revealing a tall and straight figure.

The White-browed Eagle King landed on the wall beside the street, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "It's actually the sword light!"

The two black-robed monks also recognized the origin of the sword light, and a hint of shock flashed in their eyes.

Ah San, who was using the Vajra Finger, blurted out, "Wow, there are actually people in this world who try to comprehend something like the sword light, and who can even achieve something. It's incredible!"

Another black-robed monk, Ah Er, frowned and said in a low voice, "The sword light that can be compared with the martial arts god is indeed powerful!"

Both battle groups temporarily stopped fighting because of Xu Xingchen's sword.

Bang!
Just as everyone was still shocked by the sword light, the large carriage that was cut by the sword light suddenly exploded.

Sawdust fragments flew all over the sky, and two figures rushed out, and their wild laughter rose into the sky, echoing over the entire street.

"Hahahaha, who wielded the sword light?"

"Hahahaha, let's meet him!"

Along with two wild laughs, two figures began to spin like gyroscopes. White frosty air spread and gathered into a frost-white tornado, rushing forward.

Everywhere you go.
The corpses on the ground were covered with white frost, and in less than a breath, they were buried in the thick frost and snow.

The flowing blood froze into ice and turned into dark
Several northern heroes who were near this path felt a chill on half of their body. They quickly turned their heads to look and saw a layer of white aura spreading rapidly on their shoulders and arms, soon covering half of their bodies.

White frost floated on the surface of the skin, following closely and spreading over.

"What is this?"

"No"

"help me!"

Some people had expressions of fear on their faces, while others seemed to sense that their lives were about to end and screamed in despair.

After a while.
Several people were covered in frost and snow, turning into ice sculptures, and their faces still showed the despair and fear they had before death.

This horrifying scene immediately frightened the people around and they retreated to a farther place in panic.

When the carriage exploded and two figures rushed out from it, Xu Xingchen felt that something was wrong. Later, he saw the shocking scene of the two figures turning into gyroscopic tornadoes, wrapped in white cold air, and rushing all the way amidst the wild laughter, and he knew that he and others had been deceived.

There was no sign of King Ruyang in the carriage at all, only the two top masters, the Xuanming Elders.

He made a prompt decision and shouted loudly: "There is no Prince Ruyang in the car, everyone retreat quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was unsheathed again, and a cold light illuminated all around. Amidst everyone's horror, it collided with the gyro tornado that was approaching.

The martial arts of the two Xuanming Elders are extremely powerful. If Xu Xingchen had not restrained them, none of the northern heroes who survived the assassination would have been able to escape with their lives.

The same was true for the White-browed Eagle King. He also needed to temporarily delay the pace of Ah Er and Ah San to buy enough time for everyone to escape.

However, Ah Er obviously had no intention of continuing to fight with the White-browed Eagle King.

Roar~~!

A mighty roar echoed in everyone's heart.

True Qi flowed out of his body, and streaks of golden energy flowed in the air, as fast as the wind.

In a blink of an eye, a golden tiger shadow enveloped Ah Er's body, and a deterrent force spread out.

All the people nearby were startled and terrified, unable to move at all.

They felt as if they were really being stared at by a tiger. Apart from waiting to be devoured by the tiger's bloody mouth, they could not muster any strength to resist.

This is the overwhelming momentum of the martial arts god over ordinary martial artists.
They were oppressed to the point where they had no power to resist, and they didn't even have the will to resist!
Fortunately
There is the sound of an eagle's cry rising into the sky!

High-pitched! Loud and clear!

This voice instantly broke the tiger's shock.

Everyone felt relieved and immediately broke free from their restraints, strength refilling their bodies and limbs.

In fear and terror, a group of northern heroes jumped up and fled in all directions, without even time to look back at the battlefield.

In the loud eagle cry.
The White-browed Eagle King leaped high into the sky, with golden energy emanating from his body, quickly forming the illusion of a golden eagle around him.

The eagle spreads its strong and agile wings, its eyes are as sharp as lightning, its beak is like a hook, and a tyrannical and domineering aura lingers around its body, demonstrating its status as the overlord of the sky.

The king of the ground and the overlord of the sky confronted and locked onto each other.

The roars of tigers and the cries of eagles, one after another, shook the earth.

These sounds emitted by the martial arts god were transmitted into the hearts of the people who had already escaped for a distance, which showed how dangerous and fierce the confrontation between the two was.

Asan was obviously inferior to the other two and could only barely condense a half-blurry phantom illusion that enveloped himself.

It could be barely seen that it was the shadow of a monk with raised eyebrows and angry eyes. Apart from a blurry head and a hand with fingers folded together like swords, the rest of the figure could not be visualized.

The two and a half martial arts gods were fighting against each other, while also gathering their own strength, preparing to launch the strongest attack.

next moment.

The tiger on the ground rose and fell, and with an earth-shaking roar, it turned into a blurry golden afterimage and rushed into the sky.

The eagle in the sky also flapped its wings and swooped down.

As it fell, the other parts of the illusion faded into a residual image, and only the two "eagle claws" seemed to have condensed all its strength, becoming dazzling and breathtaking.

When you encounter a top master who has also comprehended the martial arts divine form, when they both display the martial arts divine form at the same time, their aura and charm will lock onto each other.
Unless one side is much faster than the other, there is not much room for maneuver except to fight bravely.

If any one of them starts to be afraid of fighting, they will end up defeated in 99% chance.

Boom!

The tiger and the eagle collided in mid-air, and the sound of the explosion was so loud, as if a firecracker filled with gunpowder was lit in the air.

With the point where the two collided as the center, the violent energy spread out like a ring, and then turned into countless strong winds, rushing in all directions.

The wind blew away the broken wood, which rolled all over the ground; the tiles on the wall flew and shot.
The wind made Ah Er's black monk robe flutter, and the wind made White-browed Eagle King's hair fly wildly backwards.

The two were in a stalemate for a moment, and then were knocked back by the other's powerful force.

Ah Er's power is obviously inferior to that of the White-browed Eagle King.

boom!
Like a meteor falling to the ground, it created a hole in the ground.

The bluestone pavement suddenly began to show countless cracks, centered around his body.

Subsequently
The gravel flew and ricocheted in all directions!

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