Practice origin column

Chapter 88
One person, one sword, wins but the world has countless customs, and can break thousands of troops.

A wooden sword came from the cold wind that swept across the river.

Made of hemlock and entwined with thorns, the most common wooden sword eclipsed all the swords present at this moment, making a humming sound of submission.

The wooden sword left only its sound, without seeing its shadow, and pierced into the twelve-pointed magic circle in an instant, like a crouching dragon out of an abyss, covered with scales and armor, and just shaking off a cold light, it broke the forbidden spell belonging to the true god.

The wooden sword shuttled among the magic crystals, and the sharp golden aura overflowed the sword body, shattering the other eleven magic crystals like a broken bamboo.

"Pfft..."

In the temple, in front of the statue, the eleven holy priests vomited blood, retreated with faces like golden paper, and collapsed on the ground while holding on to the steps.

Looking at the person who shot, the eleven holy priests scolded angrily: "Shougucheng! What do you mean!"

"I have nothing to do, I just want to try the so-called forbidden curse of the true god. Looking at it now, it's nothing more than that..."

After the wooden sword pierced through the twelve-pointed magic circle, it soared into the sky, and the sharp sound of the sword blared across the surrounding fields, and then at the end of the sky, it turned back suddenly, like a wild goose returning to its nest, and fell into the arms of Shougu City.

Shougucheng walked out with the wooden sword in his hand, with a dull expression on his face, and a little timidity in his flickering eyes.

No one would have guessed that such an introverted person was the one who made the move just now.

His swordsmanship is superb, but with an ordinary wooden sword, he can pierce the sky and defeat the forbidden curse of the true god.

He is the only swordsman in Middle-earth.

That's right, a swordsman, not a knight.

Ten years ago, the wind of knights was very popular. I don’t know how many contestants believed in the spirit of chivalry. Some of them took over the mantle of the Templars, put on dragon armor, bronze masks, and held rusty swords to walk around the world of Middle-earth.

Then, they all died.

Died by the wooden sword of Shougu City.

Guarding an isolated city by himself, he even separatized a castle and became a prince.

But in the castle, he was the only one.

So far, no one dared to call himself a knight.

"Shougucheng! Don't you always hate the so-called knights? Why, did you suddenly change your sex today?"

Even if Shou Gucheng is fierce and fierce, but after all, the people present are amazing and decisive people, and their legendary experience is not inferior to Shou Gucheng.

At this moment, a prince wearing a jade-inlaid crown spoke coldly. This man's eyes, as clear as black glass, were full of coldness, and there was nobility and arrogance between his brows.

The thin sunlight at dusk made his white skin crystal clear, enough to make women in the world feel ashamed.

Dressed in purple, everywhere reveals the pinnacle of top-notch hand-weaving techniques. Every stitch and thread is worth tens of thousands of taels of gold and ten miles of fertile land.

Hearing this, Shou Gu Cheng's face was reddish, and he was a little nervous, like a child who hadn't been beaten by the wind and rain, shy and shy.

But his words were as sharp as a sword, piercing straight into people's hearts: "Among thousands of knights, this is the only one worthy of the title of knight. I kill people for him."

The vermilion flowers on Sikong's forehead stabilized. Hearing this, Sikong looked at Shougu City not far away, and asked tentatively, "Is it you?"

The face of Shougu City also clearly bears the characteristics of Chinese civilization, with three-dimensional and abstract features.But at this moment, Sikong vaguely saw another face with soft lines and not good at words.

"It's me." Shougucheng smiled shyly, patted the back of his head, and looked innocent.

"Hmph! Since you are looking for death, then I have no choice but to help you!"

Even if Sikong didn't want to be a sacrifice just now, and killed Douglas with a single sword, these high-ranking heroes still looked indifferent, watching from the sidelines, choosing to accumulate strength and wait for the shocking act of killing gods soon.

But obviously, Shougucheng's attack made their plan biased and aroused their fear.

The prince in purple shook his sleeves and came out from the ground, his black hair fluttering like a demon, the nobility and arrogance between his brows remained unchanged, with absolute confidence.

Shougucheng's shy face suddenly changed, he became silent, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were steady.

He is an inarticulate swordsman.

So, he drew his sword.

If the wooden sword doesn't come out, it's all right, and once it comes out, it will be earth-shattering!

It was dusk when the sun was low, and suddenly some cold stars fell in the glacier canyon, flocking to a wooden sword one after another.

Then, the edge of the wooden sword seemed to carry the cold stars all over the sky, and after the arrival of No Jitai, the wooden sword turned into a bloody sword light.

"The only way to visualize with my sword light?!"

Prince Ziyi and others saw this scene that looked like a mythical scene, and their expressions changed.

All the people present are at the one-dimensional micro-string level. They are still in the first step of the super-string furnace practice system. They are far from touching the free dark energy of the universe. Through the scientific energy sorting, they are showing supernatural powers Spells' degree.

However, with the help of the extremely precious method of visualization, one can hypnotize oneself and confuse others at the same time. With powerful psychological hints, one can show off the demeanor of this kind of swordsmanship!

And this method of visualization has the uniqueness of one-time reading, and only the high-level cultivating civilization exists, so it is a sought-after item even in the imperial civilization.

And the method of visualization about attacking and killing is even more rare!
The prince in purple furrowed his brows, and the strength of the peak of Yiwei poured out. With the speed of up to Mach 2, he approached the Shougu City in the blink of an eye.

'Visualize the solipsistic sword light?I can break your solipsism with a pair of iron fists! '

The Prince in Ziyi didn't use any weapons, and immediately screamed, his blood was vigorous like a river, and the tumbling blood rose from his right fist, turned into wolf smoke, and rushed to the sky!

After his luck bonus for slaughtering 10 people, the power of this punch has increased by 32 times!
Shougucheng's face became more and more silent, his eyes were introverted, almost dull.

Solipsism is to abandon external emotions, keep introverted, and only live in your own world!

I saw that bloody sword light shot out from the hand of Shougu City in the blink of an eye, like a shocking rainbow, cutting through the endless darkness and dyeing the entire canyon red!

At this moment, the cold glacier was also illuminated by this shocking sword light.

Blood-red glaciers, blood-red canyons, blood-red middle-earth!

This way of swordsmanship is as fast as lightning, as fast as running thunder, without any fireworks in the world, it will collide with the iron fist of Prince Ziyi!

'Boom! '

Like a meteorite flying through the air, a sea of ​​flames was born from the place where the sword light and iron fist collided. The prince in purple was shocked by the sword light, and his right fist felt a burning pain, and there was a deep bone-deep sword wound.

A pair of fleshy fists can actually block this solo sword light visualization method head-on, which shows the strength of this person.

"go!"

Shougu City retreated at the touch of a touch, and the wooden sword was still entangled with the man in purple, but he quickly came to Sikong's side, wanting to lead Sikong to break out of the encirclement.

There are a lot of outstanding people here, and they are the backbone of the contestants. Even if he defends the isolated city and looks at all directions, he cannot single-handedly fight against everyone.

"Where to go!"

And at the moment when Shougu City flashed back, more than a dozen figures stopped the two of them like rabbits and falcons.

Murderous intent is awe-inspiring, with an indifferent face, and monstrous luck is conceived in his body.

It is impossible for anyone to change the fate of Sikong as a sacrifice!

Even if a true god descends into the mortal world, these bold and outstanding people will come to practice their hands first, and then kill a god!
Sikong and the others were powerless against the sky.

(End of this chapter)