C577 Pitiful Pitiful and Lamentable

Article 577. Pitiful, Pitiful

A cool breeze blew up the clothes of the people. At the same time, it brought along a cool breeze. However, on the arena, the cool breeze was extinguished. To be precise, the cool breeze could not penetrate into the arena. The arena was filled with heat. However, when the two of them looked at each other, sparks were created.

"Slash!"

After remaining silent for a moment, Lan Shui took the lead to attack. The treasured sword in his hand was instantly slashed out. A sword light that pierced through the sky pierced through half of the arena. It was like a gust of wind as it rushed straight up.

There was a ferocious beast called the Golden Winged Peng in the ancient times. It was the master of the wind, and it could manipulate the wind element around its body to kill people without being noticed.

It was obviously impossible for Lan Shui to do that, and he might not even be able to do it for the rest of his life. The Golden Winged Peng had surpassed the peak of martial arts, and had reached the legendary Deity Realm that returned to simplicity.

An expert made a move. One would know if it was there or not. Lan Shui's sword strike was filled with an indomitable aura. Even if there was a sky in front of him, he would still cut it open. He had used all of his strength in this sword, and had even used 120% of his strength. From this, it could be seen how much he hated Jian Ao.

Jian Ao had witnessed how powerful Lan Shui was from Xue Tie's battle. At this moment, he didn't have any intention of looking down on him.

Buzz! Buzz!

The Cool Breeze Sword in his hand jumped up and down, as if it had a spirit of its own. It could feel the killing intent of its master.

A sword was a lethal weapon. At the very least, it existed to kill! Killing, killing demons, killing gods, that was the true meaning of the sword!

"Chi!"

Jian Ao did not make any unnecessary movements. He drew the sword with his right hand, and the true qi in his body gushed out. In an instant, a boundless sword light welcomed the attack.

Bang!

A loud sound was heard.

Bang! Bang!

The entire arena shook violently. Crack! Crack! The arena shook violently, but cracks appeared from the collision between the two.

The first attack of the two of them was actually so terrifying!

Below the ring, Lu Ming and Wang Chen, who were fighting against Jian Ao, looked at each other with helpless and bitter smiles in their eyes. It turned out that Jian Ao had never fought them seriously just now.

Such a huge sword light required a huge amount of true qi. This was not the main point. The main point was that the sword light had actually attracted the power of heaven and earth. This was the effect of "Force. "

The existence of force was to allow people to borrow external forces like the power of heaven and earth as well as the power of human nature itself. To fight together with it. The deeper one comprehended the power of "power," the stronger the power of heaven and earth they borrowed. It was rumored that. . . A certain almighty expert could only rely on 'Force'. This was the power of his' power '. However, the power that this powerful being was using was his own power. It was the power of humanity.

Everyone cultivated in hopes that one day, they would not be restricted by the heavens and become a free and unfettered, immortal Deity Realm expert. Since ancient times, there were people who achieved it, and there were also people who failed. However, the ones who succeeded were only those few people.

However, those who came later still cultivated with all their might, still carrying out heaven defying things, fighting against others, fighting against the earth, fighting against the heavens, the joy was endless.

This was the so-called 'man wins the heavens'!

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"Sword aura!" Lan Shui said.

That's right. Jian Ao had used his sword energy in that strike just now. Although he had inherited or comprehended the sword intent, he could still use the power of the sword.

Seeing that Jian Ao didn't reply, Lan Shui thought that this was a form of showing off. He was furious. So what if he had the force of the sword? Was there a need to do this? Humph, humph, don't think that just because you have sword force, you will definitely win. Me too!

Boom!

Lan Shui took a step forward, and an intangible force gushed out from his body. The clouds above him seemed to be surprised, and they quickly moved away.

That force was indeed ethereal, and only those who had comprehended the sword force could sense it.

That was right. The force on Lan Shui's body was the sword force, and it had even reached the middle level.

"Don't think that you're amazing just because you have the sword force! Even if you have it, I have it too! " Lan Shui showed no signs of weakness.

He longed to defeat Jian Ao. No matter what, he wanted to defeat any of Jian Ao's strengths. He wanted to stomp Jian Ao under his feet to avenge the shame and humiliation of Blue City.

Therefore, when Lan Shui saw Jian Ao use his sword force, he couldn't wait to use his sword force.

If Lan Shui knew that Jian Ao not only comprehended the sword force, but also a higher level sword intent, who knew what he would think?

Only the higher ups of Heavenly Sword Sect knew that Jian Ao had inherited the Slaughter Sword Intent. As for those supreme elders who lived in the Heavenly Sword Peak, they didn't know about it. Of course, Zhuge Liuyun was an exception.

Dark Spirit King didn't know about it. Even if he did, he wouldn't dare to tell Lan Shui about it. This would bring him a heavy blow that couldn't be salvaged. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to recover from this setback. There was also another possibility, which was to target Jian Ao and cultivate in a crueler way.

Of course, these were just hypotheses. They didn't exist. If he didn't know, he just didn't know. What else could he say?

Jian Ao looked at Lan Shui, whose body was covered by the sword aura, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He didn't know whether to laugh at Lan Shui for being pitiful, pitiful, or pitiful. There must be something detestable about him.

"What are you laughing at?" Lan Shui immediately noticed the smile on Jian Ao's face, and asked with a stern voice.

"Laugh at you pitifully, laugh at you pitifully!" Jian Ao thought for a while and knew the answer.

People lived for themselves, not for hatred. People like that were no longer real people, but a "hatred robot. " Of course, this was not to deny the value of hatred. Humans, if they wanted revenge, they could repay kindness, they could have grudges, but they could not let hatred occupy the entire world.

The current Lan Shui was no longer a human, but a revenge robot. He lived for hatred, and could be said to be a pitiful bug.

Poor thing! It was sad!

The thought of hatred made Jian Ao think of the scene that happened outside Spiritual Wind Valley.

Over a hundred disciples of the Jian family had died because of him!

They shouldn't have died! They could continue living happily!

However, in order to protect themselves, even if they knew that they were no match for them, even if they knew that they would die, they still chose to stay and fight bravely.

They threw their heads away and shed their blood. Blood flowed everywhere, and their heads fell to the ground.

They lived for their own duties!

Jian Ao narrowed his eyes, but his grip on the sword tightened even more. He could not collect all the debts for now, but he could collect some interest. It could be considered an explanation for their living family, and it could also be considered an explanation for their underground family.

When he opened his eyes, a burning red color flashed past his eyes. Following that, it was as deep as before. However, it was now even darker than before. It was like two black holes, forcing Lan Shui, who wanted to say something, to swallow his words.

Lan Shui was furious for himself when he sensed his fear. Wasn't it just a look? What was there to be afraid of! He despises me, I have to go and get it back!

Having seen Jian Ao's sharp tongue, he immediately stopped arguing and chose to fight with his subordinates. Was there any use in saying so much? He might as well be straightforward with his words.