One Punch Man’s Unlimited Luck

And just when Xing Tao was in deep thought, in the sword trial hall, they fought for the "peerless sword" just like the original book. But Bu Jingyun took the opportunity to pull out the sword, but just as he pulled out the sword, he immediately realized that this sword was not really a peerless sword.

So after he abandoned the sword, the sword was immediately shattered by the Sword Demon's pulse-breaking sword energy.

After the sword was shattered, the trial of the sword was in vain, and then everyone went back to their room to rest under the leadership of the servant of Sword Worship Villa.

Chapter 61 Sword Pond

Time flies like a white horse, and it is fleeting. In a blink of an eye, a day has passed, and it is already the third watch. Even with the bright moon in the sky, the night is still very gloomy. The watchman of Baijian Villa "bang bang" knocked twice, and there was no more sound.

At the same time, Xing Tao who was sitting in the side room suddenly got up and said: "On the sword pool, the sword energy is soaring into the sky, it seems that someone can't hold back!" The phantom swept out of the room without a sound, and disappeared into the thick night.

"Touch!" The masked man in black turned the hilt of his sword upside down and knocked out the watchman leading the way, then turned around and climbed the stone steps beside the sword pool where the peerless sword was hidden. After seeing the situation inside the sword pool clearly, he felt Can't help being stunned.

It was because he found countless long swords that were exactly the same as the imitated peerless sword in the sword testing hall. They were inserted on both sides of the sword pool, and all of them were connected together by iron rings.

Strong steel chains circled the entire sword pool, and dozens of arm-thin iron cables pulled a giant sword like a giant pillar from all around. Looking at its appearance, it was exactly the same as a peerless sword. At the bottom of the Sword Pond is the entrance of an unfathomable melting furnace, with raging flames burning straight into the sky, like a crater that is erupting.

Just when he was stunned and suspicious, he suddenly heard a peaceful and clear voice: "This peerless sword in the pool, Worship Sword Villa has declared that 'the capable get the sword', I will never allow anyone to get it by any means! "

The speaker was Jian Chen, but Xing Tao had already taken away his hero sword, and now he only used an ordinary sword in his hand.

The two eyes of the man in black flashed a fierce light, he stopped and glanced at Jian Chen, and said, "Boy, don't be ashamed of your big words! Let's see how you can stop me?"

The word "Zi" has not yet taken off the sun, he suddenly shook his wrist, and the long sword in his hand flew towards the stone steps above him with a sharp whistle. Shaped lightning shot up, and the tip of the toe touched the sword that was trembling several times and making the sound of "buzzing" dragons. A gap burst open, and broken stones splashed down, but he flew up with the help of electric bullets.

The man in black is extremely tall, like a ghost. Startled, Jian Chen immediately ran after him. While the rabbit was hopping, the man in black had rushed to the gate of the sword pool built high above the stone steps.

The gate of "Jianchi" was opened, and the man in black couldn't help but feel surprised, secretly said: "It's strange! This villa has always been heavily guarded, why is it so heavily guarded?"

Before he could think about it carefully, the black-clothed person didn't stop, and entered like the wind through the door, escaping into it.

Jian Chen raised his sword and chased to the door, and was about to go in, when he suddenly saw a stone tablet with a height of six feet standing on the side of the door, engraved with two lines of seal characters: "No entry without permission!"

In order to stop the man in black, Jian Chen had no time to pay attention to the warning on the stele, and quickly chased into Jianchi. Entering through the door, he turned into the suddenly narrow narrow passage within six feet. There was a burst of exciting and strange smell in the narrow passage. He was startled, sighed deeply, and thought to himself: "This is the sword. gas."

Quickly crossing the aisle, in a short while, the two sides in front suddenly opened up. What he saw in front of him shocked Jian Chen: there were many hills and hills of different sizes in front of him, and there were thousands of hills and hills. Tens of thousands of long swords all have the same appearance as that peerless sword, making one feel like one is in the hell of swords!

He looked around, there were too many long swords, and he was too dizzy to see.

"There are so many swords, which one is the real peerless sword?" The man in black considers himself a master of swords, and has read countless swords, but seeing this mountain of swords at this moment, he couldn't help but feel extremely frightened and horrified. Upset.

At this moment, heavy sounds of iron chains being pulled suddenly sounded in the field, and among the circles surrounded by steel cables and iron chains, there were dozens of long, solid iron cables as thick as arms, holding and stabilizing a handle. Like the giant sword of Optimus Pillar, it was inserted in the sword pool in the sword circle, with only half of the hilt exposed. A tiger with thick eyebrows and a body as strong as a mountain. A forty-year-old man in Tsing Yi with bare arms and chest, twisting the iron chain with his left hand, is pulling out a long sword that is still whistling and emitting white air from the water in the sword pool.

He is Zhong Mei, the third-generation swordsmith of Baijian Villa. With his left hand, he put down the iron chain holding the long sword, and with his right hand, he took the pincers and took off the blue-colored unfinished long sword. He turned and walked towards the blazing stove beside him. Putting the sword in the furnace, he glanced at the man in black and said, "Mr. Jian Poor wants to take the sword at night. There are countless swords in the sword pool. Please take it as you like!"

When the man in black saw that his identity had been identified, he no longer concealed his identity. After a moment of astonishment, he took off the black mask on his face, sneered, and said, "Good eyesight! But you don't look back, how do you know it's me?"

Zhong Mei turned the long sword over with the tongs without looking back, and said: "In the world, who can't wait even one night and is eager to get the sword, who else is so greedy except Jian Poor? "

Jian Poor didn't deny it, but rather smiled proudly: "Hey...I never thought that I would be so greedy for fame, even you, an unknown person who stays at home, know me, what an honor!"

When he said that, his eyes suddenly shone with greedy light, and he stared at the huge sword in the sword pond for a moment, and walked towards the sword pond with his feet silently, just as he was approaching the sword pond Suddenly, Jian Poor felt a strong pressure from the top, and with a scream of "hoo", a huge sword fell from the sky, and suddenly flew two feet in front of him. It penetrated more than a foot deep into the ground, and the sound of dragon chant buzzed. There was a noise, but Jian Poor was calm and indifferent!

The sound of the clothes was heard at the same time as the sound of the sword, and a figure fell steadily on the ground at the same time as the long sword landed. This is a strong man in his thirties who is seven feet tall, has a dignified appearance, and is as cold as ice—Sword Guard Slave One of Wen Nu.

A fierce light flashed in Jian Poor's eyes, and he shouted coldly: "Hey! Why are you blocking Lao Tzu's way?"

The other party said coldly: "I am one of the slaves guarding the sword at the Sword Mountain Villa. I am responsible for guarding the peerless swords that are forged and forged. I will never allow idlers to approach, otherwise, kill! Nothing! Forgive me!" Wen Nu was strong and powerful, with one word He spat out the last three words like thunder, with an inviolable expression on his face, which made people feel his great strength.

Chapter 62 Sword Sacrifice

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Yes, idlers dare to step into the sword pool with evil intentions, kill without mercy!"

At the same time as the sound, a beautiful young woman in a red dress, with a slender figure, pink arms, bare arms, crisp breasts, and two swords in her back flew towards her like a whirlwind. Behind Zhuo Li Wennu, With a charming appearance, but without the slightest expression, she is as indifferent as water. She is another sword slave Leng Yan who is guarding here.

The peerless sword in Baijian Villa must be forged with a century-old fire, and it has gone through three generations of swordsmiths so far! In addition, in order to prevent external harassment and obstruction, two sword slaves were sent to guard the sword from generation to generation.

The two slaves appeared together, Jian Poor was slightly startled, and for a moment he forgot to move, the two sides couldn't stand any longer.

At this time, Zhong Mei looked up at the divine sword in front of him, and said with emotion: "Three generations of our Zhong family have stayed in Baijian Mountain Villa just to forge this peerless sword! During the past hundred years, our three generations of swordsmiths Fei In order to make this sword more perfect, we have devoted our whole life to making it perfect in length, width, and lightness..."

After a pause, joy bloomed on his gloomy face, and he continued to retreat: "Heaven pays off! I finally forged this sword ten years ago. In the next ten years, I hoped to improve it even better. Only later did I discover this sword. It has been perfected, it has been tempered and tempered, and it cannot be changed, its sharpness will cover up all the swords, and it will be the king!"

At this moment, suddenly a red figure shot straight in from the outside of Jianchi, stood directly on the iron chain and looked down at Zhong Mei, Wen Nu, Leng Yan, Jian Poor and Jian Chen five people.

Jian Poor exclaimed: "Ah! Unexpectedly, Duan Lang is also impatient!"

While speaking, he and Jian Chen heard a "poof" sound from behind at the same time, a figure leaped up like an eagle from the stone steps leading from the gate of Jianchi to the inside of the pool, and the stone steps he stood stood like a hammer, The solid stone was trampled to pieces, and the figure glanced at it in shock, and jumped onto the iron chain three feet in front of Duanlang and stood firmly.

Duanlang's heart was shocked, he looked at people, and exclaimed: "Bu Jingyun?"

Bu Jingyun said coldly: "If you want to win the sword, you have to beat me first!"

Jian Poor sneered and said: "Hehe! Even he is here, it seems that the old man is not the only one who is greedy!"

Jian Chen snorted coldly, and said: "Since Jian Poor, who is famous for his 'greed', has come here, if everyone still doesn't come, I'm afraid they will all return empty-handed!"

When he said that, he sank his long sword, and moved closer to confront Jian Poong, and they were about to fight again.

On the iron chain, Duanlang suddenly saw a "clang" sound, pulled out the Huolin sword, shouted fiercely, and said: "Bu Jingyun, accept the move!" The stab came out and attacked Bu Jingyun.

The swordsmith Zhong Mei, who was watching the battle from below, sighed quietly: "Now the candidates for chasing the god soldiers have come one after another. In this way, before dawn, it will be a competition at this moment. The sword sacrifice meeting is undoubtedly held in advance."

At the same time, Aotian also rushed over with his subordinates from Baijian Villa.

Following the melee of the crowd, Jian Poor, who had already noticed something was wrong, suddenly withdrew his sword and walked towards the exit. He had already made up his mind to wait for others to grab the sword before taking it away.

But just as he walked to the exit, he immediately ran into Sword Demon, and the two started fighting. However, Jian Poor was no match for the Sword Demon, and after only two or three moves, the Sword Demon knocked him back into the pool of swords, and strands of blood dripped from Jian Poor's shoulder.

At the same time, when Jian Poor was beaten back from the outside, he also shocked the people fighting in the sword pool. Bu Jingyun and Duanlang couldn't defend themselves, and were immediately wounded by the sword demon, and drops of blood dripped from their bodies.

As the three of them bled, Xingtao, who had been watching the sky for a long time, also turned into a fallen leaf and fell down from the sky. Looking at everyone, he smiled and said, "I'm not late!"

"Damn it, this guy Xing Tao has been hiding in the sidelines to watch the show, and none of us noticed him!" Jian Poor saw Xing Tao, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Xing Tao, are you joining forces with the Sword Demon to wipe us all out?" Jian Poor glared at Xing Tao, he couldn't beat even a Sword Demon, let alone a Xing Tao with higher martial arts.

The sword demon glared at him angrily, and shouted violently: "This peerless sword in Baijian Villa is the best of all swords! The strongest sword must of course be forged with the 'most persistent' blood. It can be forged! Bu Jingyun's "anger" for hatred, "crazy" for breaking the waves for the sword, and your "greed" for the sword are the most persistent people's hearts. Buddhism calls it the "three poisons"! Now it is From the beginning of the day, Yang Qi was extremely strong, I was hired by Mrs. Ao, and vowed to take out all the blood of the three poisons to forge this strongest and most terrifying sword!"

At this moment, Mrs. Ao rushed to Jianchi, and hurriedly asked Aotian: "Tian'er, how is the sword sacrifice going?"

Aotian said excitedly: "Everything is going well! Thanks to Master's help this time, I was able to successfully take the blood sacrificial sword from the beginning of the day!"

Mrs. Ao's original intention was to use the sword demon to help her Ao family, but seeing her son's approval of killing his father and enemy, she showed displeasure on her face.

At the same time, Wen Nu glanced at the injured Jian Poor, and cursed secretly in his heart: "Jian Poor is greedy and greedy, his blood is really vulgar, and it stinks incomparably!"

The glamorous woman Leng Yan who stood beside him said secretly: "Bu Jingyun's blood is very hot, you can feel it everywhere in the sword pool, it is completely different from his icy and frosty appearance."