That moment when the long blade lifts, Xu Zimo wields in the midair conveniently, the blade air/Qi in the front delimits together the transparent barrier. 当长刀抬起的那一刻,徐子墨随手在半空中一挥,刀气在前方划出一道透明的屏障。 All ten thousand swords by barrier resisting. 所有的万剑都被屏障给抵挡住。 Opposite sword inscription vision is dignified, on three chi (0.33 m) blue white sword, together aurora direct impact clouds. 对面的剑铭目光凝重,三尺蓝白剑上,一道极光直冲云霄。 Puts in order the sword on sword qi vertically and horizontally/able to move unhindered, all around cloud layer was divided. 整把剑上面剑气纵横,四周的云层都被分割开。 Sees only his tread the sky , the white long gown is fluttering with the wind. 只见他踏空而起,白色长袍随风飘荡着。 „Heavenshaking no shadow sword,” sword inscription young master drinks lightly, form radical disappearance in arena. “震天无影剑,”剑铭公子一声轻喝,身影彻底的消失在擂台上。 Arena at this moment, full is the remnant shadow of fierce combat is reverberating. 此刻的擂台,满是刀光剑影的残影在回荡着。 The dense and numerous sword light occupied the entire martial arts contest stage, as if the space was split the innumerable fragment in the front. 密密麻麻的剑光占据了整个比武台,仿佛空间在面前被分裂成无数个碎块。 „All is some flashy but lacking substance styles,” Xu Zimo shakes the head slightly. “全是一些华而不实的招式,”徐子墨微微摇摇头。 He extends the right hand, holding the blade keeps off in the midair gently, does not see him to have other movement again. 他伸出右手,持刀只是在半空轻轻一挡,也不见他再有别的动作。 „Rumble” sound in all around crack, space thorough falling to the enemy in which of trim arena. “轰隆隆”的声音在四周炸响着,整片擂台的空间都彻底的沦陷其中。 Person almost anything that all around observes cannot see clearly, the sword prison revolved the entire arena. 四周观战的人几乎什么都看不清,剑狱围绕了整个擂台。 „Bang” a large explosion, martial arts contest arena thorough avalanche. “轰”的一声大爆炸,比武擂台彻底的崩塌下来。 When all sword intent that trim space to the disruption, have flown the mosquito can die times more than ten million, the audience of observing then sees clearly inside scene gradually. 当所有的剑意将那整片空间给碎裂,一只飞过的蚊子都能死上千万次般,观战的观众这才渐渐看清里面的场景。 Cracks since the martial arts contest arena of under foot spreads, „ka scratches” the sound also resounds. 一条条裂缝自脚下的比武擂台蔓延而下,“咔嚓咔擦”的声音随之响起。 The arena in the little collapse, the people are surprised, must know that this arena builds for the fight specially, the bearing capacity is extremely strong. 擂台在一点点的倒塌,众人惊讶,要知道这擂台可是专门为战斗而打造的,承受能力极强。 „Sword inscription young master,” some people muttered. “剑铭公子又强了,”有人喃喃自语。 Xu Zimo as before tranquil standing in arena center. 徐子墨依旧平静的站在擂台中心。 Falls from void along with the sword light together, sees only the sword inscription the form then to present nearby this slowly. 伴随着一道剑光从虚空中落下,只见剑铭的身影这才缓缓出现这一旁。 He raises the right hand, that sword light transformed his saber to fall in his hands. 他扬起右手,那道剑光幻化成了他的佩剑落在他的手中。 „My this sword, in the contemporaries does not have one to catch,” sword inscription light saying. “我这一剑,同龄人中无一能接住,”剑铭淡淡的说道。 He looks at Xu Zimo, as if in waiting for anything, however in the imagination the Xu Zimo corpse torn to pieces scene has not happened. 他看着徐子墨,似乎在等待着什么,然而想象中徐子墨尸体支离破碎的场景并没有发生。 „Pū”, sees only the long gown of his abdomen to disrupt suddenly, together blood line from the wind leaves. “噗”的一声,只见他腹部的长袍突然碎裂,一道血线从其中飙出。 „How can, when?” The sword inscription young master partly kneels on the ground, double pupil panic-stricken looks at Xu Zimo. “怎么会,什么时候？”剑铭公子半跪在地上,双眸惊骇的看着徐子墨。 In his line of sight, Xu Zimo was just lifting the blade, has not moved. 在他的视线中,徐子墨刚刚只是举着刀,根本就没有动过。 He evaded obviously, why also at meeting blade. 他明明躲过了,为什么还会中刀。 He looks that say/way stands in the arena central form, feels to tremble inexplicably. 他看着那道站在擂台中央的身影,莫名觉得寒颤。 „ Uses the first sword of sword from me, he saw clearly the paths of all my sword techniques. “难道从我出剑的第一剑起,他就看清了我所有剑术的轨迹。 Therefore his blade has not moved, because that is the path inevitable location of my sword technique, ” sword inscription is guessing boldly. 所以他的刀没有动,因为那是我剑术的轨迹必经之地,”剑铭在大胆的猜测着。 Otherwise is unable to explain in him radically the blade. 要不然根本无法解释他中的这一刀。 „Eye will sometimes also deceive people,” Xu Zimo has turned around, light saying. “眼睛有时候也会骗人的,”徐子墨转过身,平淡的说道。 „How will you be all right?” Sword inscription some unwilling saying. “你怎么会没事？”剑铭有些不甘心的说道。 „Because you were too weak,” Xu Zimo shakes the head to say slightly: „I in fifth layer, but you only on first.” “因为你太弱了,”徐子墨微微摇摇头说道:“我在第五层,而你只在第一层罢了。” Sees this, under audience blasted out the pot, cannot believe present one. 看到这一幕,底下的观众算是炸开了锅,丝毫不敢相信眼前的一幕。 „Did sword inscription young master defeat? This is how possible.” “剑铭公子败了？这怎么可能。” „The fellow is what origin, has not seen.” “那家伙是什么来历,从来没有见过。” In the auditorium at this moment, narrowed the eyes to focus taking advantage of the Chinese dress young master of blade to Xu Zimo before. 此刻的观众席内,之前给徐子墨借刀的华服公子微眯着眼。 Immediately asked toward nearby subordinate: „I remember that this sword inscription is the juniors in sword tomb.” 随即朝旁边的手下问道:“我记得这剑铭是剑冢的子弟吧。” „Yes, he is one of the direct descendant juniors, in family as if unpopular,” nearby subordinate nods. “是的,他是嫡系子弟之一,不过在家族似乎并不受欢迎,”旁边的手下点点头。 „That a little meaning, I remembered the sword tomb, but something,” Chinese dress young master said with a smile. “那就有点意思了,我记得剑冢可是有些东西的,”华服公子笑道。 ............ ………… The sword inscription lowers the head, looks at the blood of abdomen falling one after another, he very long has not been injured, or has not felt the ache. 剑铭低着头,看着腹部一滴一滴落下的鲜血,他已经很久没有受过伤,或者是没有感受到疼痛了。 „You are very strong,” sword inscription deeply inspires, stands slowly. “你真的很强,”剑铭深吸一口气,缓缓站起来。 „I also acknowledged that if hits normally, I am not your opponent.” “我也承认,如果正常去打,我不是你的对手。” „Therefore?” Xu Zimo asked. “所以呢？”徐子墨问道。 „When the feeling that I do not like defeating, like the past years left from the sword tomb the scene,” sword inscription tranquil saying. “我不喜欢败的感觉,就像当年从剑冢离开时的场景,”剑铭平静的说道。 „No one wants to defeat,” Xu Zimo returns said. “没人想要败,”徐子墨回道。 „Right, therefore I decided that demonstrates I strongest one move for you, even if on the notch the life, does not refuse under any circumstances for this reason.” “对,所以我决定为你展示我最强的一招,哪怕为此豁上性命,也在所不辞。” The sword inscription takes up the sword in hand, in the double pupil has a not being able to say mood. 剑铭拿起手中的剑,双眸中有种说不出的情绪。 Sad or attachment, or crazy of that deep conceals. 悲伤或者眷恋,亦或者那深藏的疯狂。 He takes up the blue white long sword, at this moment, the long sword as if also felt anything, the sword blade is shivering gently, resembles is calling out in grief. 他拿起蓝白色长剑,这一刻,长剑仿佛也感受到了什么,剑身在轻轻颤抖,似在悲鸣。 That blue white long sword turned into the blood red at this moment unexpectedly, puts in order becomes from the original purity the sword evil incomparable. 那蓝白色的长剑此刻竟然变成了血红色,整把剑从原来的纯净变得邪恶无比。 He raised the head, that pair of pupil scarlet piece, on the forehead the blue vein sticks out suddenly, all around spiritual energy condenses completely on the sword. 他抬起头,那双眸猩红一片,额头上青筋暴起,四周的灵气全部凝聚在剑上。 „Blood sacrifice perishing sword,” sword inscription angrily roars, the blood in within the body also follows flooded into the long sword. “血祭亡剑,”剑铭一声怒吼,体内的鲜血也伴随着涌入了长剑中。 On long sword blood red even more shocking, but the sword inscription complexion is getting more and more white, whole person as if by suck dry. 长剑上的血红越发的触目惊心,而剑铭脸色越来越白,整个人都仿佛被吸干了。 „Come, making me have a look at you strongly,” sword inscription grips tightly the long sword, as if unites the strength of whole body on this sword. “来,让我看看你有多强,”剑铭紧握长剑,仿佛将全身的力量都凝聚在这一剑上。 Such a sword cut. 就这么一剑斩了下去。 Blood red sword qi as if covered Sun, kilometer sword qi burst out from the blood sword together. 血红色的剑气将太阳似乎都遮挡住了,一道千米长的剑气从血剑迸发而出。 „Rumble” crack the sound resounds in all around. “轰隆隆”的炸响声在四周响起。 Blood-color sword qi by easily accomplished, the irresistible imposing manner kills toward Xu Zimo. 血色剑气以一种摧枯拉朽,不可抵挡的气势朝徐子墨杀去。 This sword cut the backwardness, the sword inscription seems also drained the strength of whole body, collapsed directly on the ground. 这一剑斩落后,剑铭也仿佛被抽干了全身的力气,直接瘫倒在了地上。 He is struggling raising the head, so static looks at this sword. 他挣扎着抬起头,就这般静静的看着这一剑。 The might of this sword even surpassed the martial arts contest arena, fearful and apprehensive in side these observes the audience who frightening, is avoiding toward all around flustered. 这一剑的威力甚至超出了比武擂台,那些在旁边观战的观众都吓的心惊胆战,慌张朝四周躲避着。 Nearby referee raises to defend the guard/shield, the entire martial arts contest arena covering. 一旁的裁判升起防御护罩,将整个比武擂台给笼罩其中。 Looks that this sword destroys day of extinguishes the place kills, Xu Zimo as before is a blade. 看着这一剑毁天灭地的杀来,徐子墨依旧是一刀。 No other other, suppression of pure realm, the aloofness of pure Bloodline Technique comprehension and vision. 别无其他,纯粹境界的压制,纯粹脉技领悟和眼界的超然。 This blade long jab sword qi weakest place, only listens to „bang”. 这一刀直击剑气最薄弱的地方,只听“轰”的一声。 Blood red sword qi from the middle position, disrupts successively. 血红色剑气自中间的位置,节节碎裂开。 The sword qi power and influence and murderous aura is annihilated in the flash. 剑气的威势和杀气都在一瞬间被湮灭其中。 Xu Zimo stands there, feeling is optional and senseless. 徐子墨站在那里,给人的感觉就随意、无谓。 As if this attack makes his earnest qualifications not have continually. 仿佛这种攻击连让他认真的资格都没有。 „You,” sword inscription coughed layer on layer/heavily several, some incredible looks at Xu Zimo. “你,”剑铭重重的咳嗽了几声,有些不可置信的看着徐子墨。 This move of blood sacrifice perishing sword is their sword tomb the secret of not passing on, each sword then with a sword links since birth. 这一招血祭亡剑可是他们剑冢的不传之秘,每一个剑者生来便与一把剑连接在一起。 A sword accompanies the life sufficiently, when faced with life and death crisis, sword will use this move, integrates in the courage vigor of whole body the sword completely, at risk of life a war. 一把剑足以陪伴一生,只有当面临生死危机之时,剑者才会用这一招,将全身的血气全部融入剑中,拼死一战。 Although present sword inscription, only then Venerate realm, but this strikes is actually the attack of Fusing with Heaven level. 虽说如今的剑铭只有尊者的境界,但这一击却是实打实的融天层次的攻击。 „Does not admit defeat early well, must to oneself such big attack,” Xu Zimo sigh to shake the head. “早早认输不好吗,非要给自己这么大的打击,”徐子墨叹气摇摇头。