Chapter 661 660 Guang Mu's experiment·[Dufa Wine]!
Sword Like Prison!
This is the first move name made public by Zhang Guangmu.
Under the gaze of everyone, the water mist around [Mirage Sword] hanging high in the air dispersed, transforming into hundreds of sharp swords.
Following the Zhang Guangmu order, these fog swords tore through the strong wind and fell from the sky.
They fell extremely fast. Even the nineteen swordsmen on the huge Yi Jian Platform were from top sects and had considerable strength, but they could not escape the attack of the fog sword.
Poof! Poof! Poof! ...
The sound of the blade penetrating flesh and blood was heard intensively, and in an instant, the whole Yi Jian Platform was dyed red with blood.
"Presumptuous!"
"How dare Shuzi slaughter his fellow Jianghu people like this?!"
"Ugh... Senior Brother Xu! I will avenge you now!"
"What a ruthless evil heretic!"
"Zhang Guangmu, you deserve to die!"
Seeing this scene, several heads of the city who were not deep enough suddenly became furious!
Famous sects are often accustomed to protecting their shortcomings, and white-glove disciples who are willing to do dirty work for their sect are even rarer.
Seeing their elite being transformed into hedgehogs by Zhang Guangmu, they immediately hated this arrogant and unknown man, and even planned to kill him personally and make Zhang Guangmu pay the price with blood.
Just...
Before they could move, they were grabbed by people around them.
"Don't be impulsive! They are all still alive! They are not dead!"
"Through [Siming Sword], I can clearly feel that although they were all injured and lost a lot of blood, Life Force is still strong!"
"This style of Zhang Guangmu is called "Sword Like Prison" instead of "Slaughterhouse". It must have its deep meaning..."
Only then did everyone belatedly notice that although the nineteen swordsmen who were penetrated by the dense fog sword were covered in blood and looked miserable and miserable, as if they were bloody people, none of them died as a result.
Those fog swords were like shackles that penetrated the bones of the lute, embedded in the bodies of the nineteen swordsmen.
The swordsmen who were stabbed like hedgehogs did not continue to see blood from their wounds, and were even able to struggle vigorously.
It's just that they lack the ability to move within a range of about ten centimeters in diameter from the center of their feet, as if they were imprisoned in an invisible prison.
At this time, people began to think about the name of the move Zhang Guangmu.
"Sword Like Prison? It shouldn't be the jade of jade, nor the chariot, but the prison that refers to the prison!"
"A regular prison refers to a place where prisoners are imprisoned, but Zhang Guangmu's move "Sword Like Prison" is specially used to imprison powerful swordsmen..."
"Hiss... it's really terrifying Spirit Sword Skill! How on earth did he do it?"
"I don't understand! I don't understand!"
"A very strong [Control Type] Spirit Sword Skill! Only the lethality is a little worse... What a pity."
"What a pity! Talents like Zhang Guangmu are definitely the most popular among [Wen Jian]! Even as [Rented Swordsman], he can still be sought after by all major factions!"
"A strong man of this level can already change the fate of the entire sect with his own strength!"
In fact, the vast majority of the audience still underestimated Zhang Guangmu's methods, thinking that his moves could only achieve control effects.
In fact, the seemingly exciting and intense fight was actually under control.
[Mirage Sword] The light-splitting blade was used to pierce the enemies with hundreds of fog swords. The degree of bloodshed was not too high. There were no broken arms and limbs flying around, and not even a single person was killed.
The swordsmen who were pierced by the water mist sword shadow were struggling on the spot, their faces were full of pain, their expressions were tormented, and their eyes gradually became cloudy.
Their sanity seemed to be being eaten away bit by bit, and they were mumbling some words that were difficult to understand.
"It's so tiring to practice basic skills! Fortunately, I have good talent. Even if I am so lazy and lazy every day, I still have a good swordsmanship..."
"Hahahaha! A man has finally come to this world, and he should commit murder, arson, and commit all kinds of evil! Let me go and let me kill to my heart's content! What bullshit is bullying the weak? The law of the jungle is the truth in the world!"
"In order to pursue the second senior sister, I made up my mind to practice sword seriously? The reason why I put my love for the sword cannot be so vulgar! Witch! You are not my second senior sister! You are my inner demon! I am going to... woo! Don't force me to do it! Just leave! I don't want to see you again!"
"What's wrong with pursuing power and wealth?! I'm afraid of poverty, so I joined the mountain gate to practice swordsmanship just for these two things! You partial old man, why don't you die quickly!"
After the nineteen swordsmen vented hysterically, the fog swords on their bodies gradually dissipated, and they sat cross-legged on the ground. Although they no longer looked like the hedgehogs they had before, they seemed to be in a state of half-dream and half-awake.
Li Xiaoxiao, who had been watching quietly and silently with his injuries, suddenly clapped his hands and praised, "What a trick!"
"What a "Sword Like Prison"!"
"Don't target someone individually, torture Wen Jian's heart directly, not hurting their body, but refining their mind."
"This move is simply a millstone of faith!"
Li Xiaoxiao guessed part of the principle of this move. Because there were outsiders, he simply ignored the key parts and only analyzed the details that would definitely be seen.
He suspected that "Sword Like Prison" was actually a double-edged sword.
The vast majority of people who take this trick will have their true minds tortured, fall into a confusing dream, and become meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
But...
People who have firm beliefs and extremely clear sword intentions may actually get a blessing in disguise, see through their true heart, break out of their cocoon and become a butterfly, becoming stronger.
No matter what, this move called "Sword Like Prison", Spirit Sword Skill, was the final word, directly defeating nineteen swordsmen.
The outcome of the sword fight is very clear.
No referee was needed, everyone could see that Zhang Guangmu won.
The nineteen defeated swordsmen were awakened one after another. After knowing their performance, they left one by one in despair.
At this time, the Little White Ballss were also excitedly discussing the battle just now.
"The sword conquers all heroes, Chiu!"
"I am number one in the universe!"
"Handsome, handsome, handsome!"
"I feel like I'm exaggerating a bit, but in the world of "Sword, Vanity Fair", Zhang Guangmu may already have sword king level combat power!"
"No! That's not right! He hasn't reached the level of Three Sword Emperors yet! The group control ability of "Sword Like Prison" is indeed super strong, but it has major flaws! It can only provide control. If Zhang Guangmu has killing intent, it may stimulate the enemy to wake up from the environment, causing this trick to be cracked!"
"It's indeed a little worse, but it's not because of the moves - I just paused the immersive viewing mode and found that Zhang Guangmu's [Stamina] and Mirage Sword's [Spirit Sword Power Reserves] have actually been squandered!"
"So, Mu Zai picks the nineteen factions with the sword. It seems to be infinitely beautiful and easy to do, but it is actually a bit difficult?!"
The manifestation was successful, Zhang Guangmu was calm on the face, but very happy in his heart, but...
He has more important things to deal with at the moment and has no time to continue to be beautiful.
What the audience doesn't know is that the so-called "Sword Like Prison" is just a cover used by Zhang Guangmu.
The seemingly heroic and fierce battle among the heroes alone is, in essence, an experiment by Zhang Guangmu.
The sword picks the Nineteen Factions just to collect the swordsmen's human body data and experimental information.
Now that the goal has been achieved, it's time to go back and sort out the gains.
Feihong Swordsmanship Club.
When Golden Autumn Sword Competition, Li Xiaoxiao fought two games in a row. Although he lost to Lin Chimou in the second game, he did not feel depressed. Instead, he strengthened his belief and improved his strength.
Zhang Guangmu's registered disciple Lin Zitong, after relying on rote memorization to forcibly practice the boxing technique he taught, which is essentially "Imperial Body Forging Technique", he studied hard every day, trying to surpass his brother and prove himself.
Because of the amazing performance of Li Xiaoxiao and Zhang Guangmu, Feihong Sect now doesn't even need to advertise, as talents come to their doorstep every day.
Such changes made Chu Fan smile from ear to ear all day long.
After recruiting a few good prospects with potential and talent and two ready-made combatants, Chu Fan completed the transaction with the Dukang Sect, and took a gold-skinned wine gourd to the practice room to find Zhang Guangmu.
"Take it!"
Zhang Guangmu took off the stopper from the heavy golden gourd in Chu Fan's hand, and immediately felt a fragrant and fragrant smell of wine coming towards him. "Wine?"
Chu Fan replied with a smile, "What is inside is [Dufa Wine], which is also the most precious Treasure Medicine!"
"It uses Sword Heart Bamboo Shoot, Xuan Yang Grass, Thousand Year Old Ginseng, Marrow Refining Fat, Demon Profound Fruit and many other precious materials, and uses special techniques and Spirit Sword Power to adjust the medicinal properties. It took sixty years to brew such a gourd!"
"Quick, drink it, it's good for your health!"