"How is that possible?
Didn't he only practice sword skills for a year? "The old man looked at Sky Group Leader, who was sitting in the seat above him.
Sky Group Leader looked at the purple mist on the god screen. After a while, he sighed and said, "Dong Lai really is a rare genius."
The old man looked weird, but he did not know what to say.
First Origin Sword Mind was not a pure sword mind. It was a top-class geno art in Wu Wei Dao Palace. It was created by Wu Wei Dao Alpha.
Everything in the world started from one. One created two. Two created three. Three created everything. First Origin was endless.
The whole of Wu Wei Dao Palace started from one origin. Any element of a gene race could practice with First Origin Sword Mind. Practicing a sword mind was First Origin Sword Mind. Practicing a knife mind was First Origin Knife Mind.
Any student of Wu Wei Dao Palace could learn First Origin Sword Mind, but there were very few people in Wu Wei Dao Palace who could practice a mind.
Even Sky Group Leader had practiced for 30 years to learn First Origin Sword Mind. He had entered the door of the big path.
Zhuo Dong Lai had only practiced sword skills for a year, but he had already learned First Origin Sword Mind. That kind of talent was shocking. It was hard to believe.
When Han Sen saw the purple mist on Zhuo Dong Lai's fingertip, his eyes looked bright.
In the universe of kingdoms, there were very few elites who could practice their own minds. Zhuo Dong Lai's sword mind was better than Yan Bei Fei's. It made Han Sen want to see it.
Han Sen used his finger as a sword. He looked at Zhuo Dong Lai's fingertip.
The sword did not move, but the sword mind broke through nine clouds.
In an instant, all the spectators felt two unparalleled sword intents rush into the sky. Although they didn't see any sword shadows, they felt a chill, as if a terrifying sword had pierced through their bodies. They couldn't help but take a few steps back.
When they reacted, they remembered that the sword mind was only in the space battleground. It could not hurt them.
"That is a very powerful sword mind." Yan Bei Fei's face changed.
Even he had a change in expression, let alone the others. The ordinary nobles of the empire were already dumbfounded by what they saw.
Han Sen and Zhuo Dong Lai moved at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at a different location.
Their arms were swinging, and their sword energies crisscrossed.
Although they did not have the power to destroy heaven and earth, and did not hurt anything, it gave people the feeling that they were fighting an army of thousands of men and horses.
Just watching them fight made people's blood boil, and they wished they could join in and kill as much as they could.
"Today, I finally know what the true way of the sword is." A nobleman who studied the way of the sword sighed in admiration.
The humans of the universe of kingdoms pursued power too much. They lacked the understanding of power. Now, Han Sen and Zhuo Dong Lai were fighting in a different way. It was an eye-opener for them.
Every move of the two seemed very ordinary. There was no power that could destroy mountains and rivers, nor was there any dazzling brilliance. However, every move they made was heart-wrenching. Even the onlookers felt a chill run down their spines.
In Dong Ling Sword Palace, an old man with a white beard sighed and said, "I have been learning the sword for fifty years. Now, I know what a sword is."
Han Sen was very excited. He had been in the universe of kingdoms for a long time, and this was the first time he had seen a real elite.
No matter how strong one's power was, it was just an external force. Only one's own will and knowledge were the foundation of a person's strength. The elites Han Sen recognized were like Zhuo Donglai. They had a strong will and belief, and they didn't just have strong power.
Han Sen used all the sword skills he had learned to fight Zhuo Dong Lai.
Zhuo Dong Lai only knew one skill, Purple Air Comes From The East. He kept using it, but it had an endless number of changes and uses.
One generated two elements. Two elements generated four symbols. Four symbols generated eight trigrams. To be able to practice a sword skill to this level, Zhuo Dong Lai must have understood something. He was a sword character that could be compared to Phyllostachys Longipes.
He was different from Phyllostachys Longipes. Zhuo Dong Lai's sword skills were very bright. He gave people a sense of righteousness. His person and his sword gave people hope. It did not destroy them.
Suddenly, Han Sen flashed and fell back. He left the battlefield.
Han Sen frowned and looked at Zhuo Dong Lai. "Why do you want to die?"
Zhuo Dong Lai's sword skills kept pushing forward. He pushed the fight to the climax, but at the climax, he did not feel like winning. Han Sen felt like he was walking toward death.
Zhuo Dong Lai laughed and said, "I owe someone my life. Now, that person wants to take it back. So, I have to pay him back.
To be able to die under the sword skills of someone like you is worth it. "
"You owe someone a life, so you have to pay him back with your life?" Han Sen frowned and asked.
"Yes. Without him, there would be no Zhuo Dong Lai today." Zhuo Dong Lai nodded.
"Good. Then use your power and fight me. I only want to kill the strongest swordsman. I don't want to kill a man who has a death wish."
After that, Han Sen's Blood Dragon Pulse exploded. The red dragon air almost looked solid. It was like a blood dragon was circling around Han Sen.
"Okay." Zhuo Dong Lai looked at Han Sen for a while and nodded.
The purple air was like a sunset. It turned into a purple robe that covered Zhuo Dong Lai's body. It shone with a purple light, making him look like Purple Sun God King.
His originally loose black hair had now turned purple, like the rays of the sun, giving people a sense of warmth.
His eyes were like the sun in the sky, looking down on everything.
A scary presence suddenly covered the entire space. It was like the entire space battleground had become a holy land.
"Zhuo Dong Lai is using the purple mist holy robe," Yan Bei Fei said with a sigh.
The purple mist holy robe moved. It did not matter if Zhuo Dong Lai died or not, but his God Spirit Blood-Pulse was going to be taken away. No God Spirit would allow a follower to use another God Spirit's power to win a god fight. That meant the follower was not as good as the other God Spirit.
"That kind of power is worthy of your sword skills," Han Sen said with a nod.
"Then come on. Let me die in the most glorious way possible," Zhuo Dong Lai said.
Zhuo Dong Lai said. His finger turned into a sword again, but this time, there was no longer a purple light at the tip of his finger. It was as if the whole world was gathering purple light at his fingertip. His purple mist holy robe was surrounded by a holy light. It looked as if there were thousands of lights inside it.
Zhuo Donglai swung his sword, and a lot of lights followed. They were all headed for Han Sen, and all that was left in the sky was a purple swordlight. It was like a natural disaster had struck, and it had covered the entire sky.
One sword power could destroy gods and Buddhas. Even a sky full of God Spirits was shocked.
With the Annihilation class God Spirit gene race purple mist holy robe's gene skill purple mist holy light buff, every light was like Zhuo Dong Lai's full-power strike. It was unimaginably scary.
"Back then, Wu Wei Dao Alpha destroyed a country with one strike," Yan Dan said with a sigh. "Today, Zhuo Dong Lai's power is not any worse. It is a shame he was born in the wrong place and worshipped the wrong person."