Seeing that Mu Yun was still full of confidence at this mont, the murderous intent in Bu Yi's eyes was completely condensed for the first ti.
He understood that, like Mu Yun, a person who thought he was a genius needed an enchantnt like him to step on him severely.
In this way, he can understand that arrogance is a painful price.
"kill!"
Bo Yi holds the Luo Yu sword, which is more murderous.
And what is shocking is that the vigorous murderous aura actually contains a throbbing of thoughts.
"The Lord's Mind."
A disciple imdiately exclaid: "Bu Yi is already able to integrate the sword energy into the holy sovereign's thoughts."
The air of the holy king.
The body of the holy emperor.
These are all manifestations of the gap between realms.
And the realm of the saint is the soul, brewing the idea of being able to kill.
This thought does not belong to the power of the soul, but is derived from the power of the soul.
But the murderous aura is more terrifying than the power of the soul.
The thought of the saint cos from the soul, after all, it is to inherit the power of heaven and earth.
Just like the realm of the saint, the body of the saint, the form of heaven and the spirit of the saint king, etc., all can be successful only when the world's strong recognition of the martial artist itself is established.
This is also the biggest difference between the so-called holy position in the Great Thousand World and the holy position in the small world where Mu Yun once lived.
If you want to be recognized by the heavens and the earth, you need not only the extrely tyrannical breath of life, but also the aura in your body that is stable enough to be recognized by the heavens and the earth.
Bo Yi was able to touch the thoughts of the Lord, that was enough to prove that it might not take long for him to enter the realm of the Lord.
"kill!"
When the sword ca out, the thought contained in that sword aura seed to be able to tear the surrounding formation.
"The realm of eight punches!"
Mu Yun slamd his fist again, and the fist wind spread violently.
But this ti, when the fist wind spread, the sword energy of the surrounding gusts and rains easily shredded the four fist shadows in front of Mu Yun.
Mu Yun looked cautious, and his figure quickly retreated. The Golden Dragon armor was opened at this mont, and the undead fire filled his palms at this mont.
Bang...
Along with the four shadows of fist bursting at this mont, the remaining power of the sword energy was directly crushed.
The powerful waves of air fluctuated slowly, but in the end, Mu Yun's palms shot out, and the undead fire swept through, resisting the sword energy.
And then, the last remaining trace of strength blasted into Mu Yun's body, and the golden dragon armor covered the surface of his body. Mu Yun's body did not receive a single attack.
"Um?"
Bu Yi's face was startled at this mont.
Resist it?
Mu Yun's constant shots and various thods are really incredible.
"It seems that you still don't give up."
At this mont, Bo Yi's face was slightly cold, and his whole body beca murderous.
"You can't give up, it's not what you said!"
Mu Yun stepped out and looked at Bo Yi.
"Do you think you have a chance to win?"
Between Mu Yun slowly, the breath in his body continued to rise.
That kind of powerful breath was superimposed with waves, as if it was boiling completely at this mont.
"Holy Emperor's position!"
At this mont, there was an uproar around the valley.
In the realm of the Holy Emperor, Mu Yun has been suppressing his own strength?
"impossible……"
Bo Yi looked surprised at the mont.
How could Mu Yun conceal his aura under the investigation of the Sect Master and several peak masters?
Dafeng Master Cao Hong's face is not very good at this mont: "It seems that the Sect Master has prepared a lot for this!"
"I?"
Xiao Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Except for giving him two sacred tactics, there is nothing else. This kid, hiding his realm, even I haven't found it."
Faced with Xiao Qingfeng, the master Cao Hongfeng obviously didn't believe it.
Xiao Qingfeng, as the ancient sage emperor, hadn't been for this suzerain to take action, and Mu Yun would hide his realm, how could he not find the ancient sage emperor?
Xiao Qingfeng at the mont is also at a loss.
He didn't even notice Mu Yun's hidden realm.
This is too strange.
Only for a mont, thinking of the beautiful woman beside Mu Yun, Xiao Qingfeng gradually understood.
Perhaps the wonderful fairy language around Mu Yun was not a simple one.
"rush!"
Mu Yun's face was fierce at the mont, and he shot out directly.
"The realm of eight punches!"
The eight-ard iron fist appeared again at this mont.
And the eight-ard iron fist that was used in the Holy Emperor's position, the power of the current power, can be described as suffocating.
At this mont, the shadow of the boxing fist has expanded tenfold.
That fist shadow, like a giant fist, smashed down.
Boom...
Boom...
A dull crackling sound rang out one after another.
Between the fist winds and howling, the Eight Dao Quan Ying banged down again and again.
At this mont, Bu Yi was embarrassed and dodged. If he was hit by the shadow of the fist once, the competition would basically be over.
At the mont, under the ring, Gu Liangsheng's expression was ugly to the extre.
Mu Yun didn't use his full strength at all in the previous competition.
Only the peak of the Saint Emperor's mid-level realm is to defeat him.
"This guy... is really a monster..."
Gu Liangsheng felt the uncomfortable breath in his heart at this mont, and he beca more comfortable.
Even Bu Yi was suppressed, it seed that he was not so embarrassed to lose to Mu Yun.
"Go away!"
Suddenly, on the ring, Bu Yi shot out with a sword, blocking the shadow of the eight fists.
"Boy, today, you are the one who forced . Next, if you can't bear my sword aura, then you may die and be ugly!"
The words of Bo Yi fell and stepped out one step at a ti.
"I cut through the heavens with my sword!"
Om...
In an instant, the Luoyu sword shined brightly at this mont, as if everything was resurrected and the holy sword was reborn.
"This is... Sword Soul!"
In the vast world, swordsmanship is infinite, and swordsmanship is everlasting.
There are seven powerful levels of comprehension of sword intent, sword power, sword heart, kendo, sword soul, sword soul, and sword body. Each level changes in every way.
Bo Yi, comprehend the soul of the sword!
At this mont, everyone was stunned.
Xiao Qingfeng also frowned.
In this vast world, there are many people who understand sword intent, sword strength, sword heart, and kendo.
However, there are very few who reach the level of the sword soul.
The sword soul swordsman uses his own soul to fuse the holy sword, so that the holy sword has a soul, and everything in the world has a soul, and that is the backbone of the master.
The sa swordsmanship, the display without the soul of the sword, is enough to be ten tis different than the display with the soul of the sword.
The five levels of Soul Sword, elentary, interdiate, advanced, top, and **** level.
At each level, there is a gap of several tis.
At this ti, Mu Yun was in danger.
Xiao Qingfeng looked at Cao Hong and couldn't help but admire: "The master of the Great Peak is good at educating people, and Bu Yi is actually a swordsman swordsman. I am lucky to be in Xiaoyao Mountain!"
"Sect Master praised it!"
Cao Hong smiled and said with a smile: "This kid has been stuck in the kendo for hundreds of years, and this breakthrough in the sword soul is also unexpected."
Although he said so on the surface, the smile on Master Cao Hongfeng's face could not conceal the joy in his heart.
At this mont, Bu Yi was wearing a long gown, without wind, he stood in the air, holding a Luo Yu sword, looking at Mu Yun condescendingly.
"This sword soul, I am going to enter the Bronze Mountain, and compete with other sects of heaven, before it was revealed, as the trump card."
Bo Yi said indifferently: "Today you can force to display the Soul of Sword, it is already very remarkable!"
"Mu Yun, if you are in the sa state as , I may have already lost, but it's a pity...you are not..."
At this mont, the disciples around him were also in constant uproar.
Sword Soul!
That is what countless swordsn dream of.
In this vast world, comprehending sword intent, sword strength, even comprehending one's own swordsmanship, is not enough to make people surprised.
Because only the three levels of swordsmanship artistic conception of sword soul, sword soul, and sword body can match the holy, throne, and honorable positions.
But the ga at this mont, this step, surpassed too many people.
It can be said that the entire Xiaoyao Mountain, no one can compare.
"What's next?"
Looking at Mu Yun below, Bu Yi said indifferently.
With Luo Yu sword in hand, Bu Yi seed to be able to shoot at any ti to kill Mu Yun.
Seeing Bo Yi's proud expression, Mu Yun was a little embarrassed.
"Sword Soul... can it cause such a big fluctuation?"
Mu Yun touched his nose and smiled: "I really didn't expect it."
"Um?"
When Bo Yi heard this, he was not angry.
"A joke, in this Kunxu realm, all the people who understand the soul of the sword are powerful swordsn and super strong existences."
"Do you think the sword soul can be understood at will?"
Mu Yun smiled awkwardly at the mont: "You said so, but it is true, but your sword soul artistic conception seems to be only at the primary level, right?"
only?
Hearing this, Bo Yi almost spewed out a mouthful of blood.
Is this guy really ignorant or pretending to be stupid?
The sword soul he comprehended, in the entire Kunxu realm, must be very comparable in the future.
On the contrary, Mu Yun looked down upon him.
"Nothing..."
Mu Yun waved his hand at the mont: "The eight-ard iron fist seems to want to defeat you, it's a bit difficult."
Mu Yun also knew that he was only in the realm of the Holy Emperor's throne, and it was indeed a bit difficult to defeat Bo Yi with the eight-ard iron fist. If it were in the sa realm, Bo Yi would have died a hundred or eighty tis.
"Um?"
Looking at Mu Yun's disdainful gaze, Bu Yi's anger burned even more.
Does this guy really think he can't help it?
"It seems that you really don't know anything about swordsmanship. In that case, I won't embarrass you!"
Bo Yi said indifferently: "Either you surrender now and live a life, or I will try my best to use the Junior Sword Soul, but if this is the case, I am afraid that your life will not be in your own hands."
"I'll give you one last chance, admit defeat or not?"
"Give up?"
Mu Yun shook his head slightly: "If you are only a junior sword soul, you want to give up, I'm afraid it's impossible..."
"It seems that you really don't hit the south wall and don't look back!"
Bu Yi's face was cold, the primary sword soul, his control was not perfect, but defeating Mu Yun was absolutely no problem.
Maybe he perford supernormally and could kill Mu Yun instantly, and even the Sect Master and others would not be able to react. After all, this was a competition, and death and injury were inevitable.
"In that case, then..."
Bu Yi hadn't finished saying a word, but Mu Yun smiled at this mont: "It's just a low-level sword soul, to cooperate with your holy emperor's extre position, let give up, I am really unwilling!"
"After all, I'm a beginner...Sword Soul!"
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