strong, and one.

Strong, and the only one!

"Twelve hats are invincible in the world, it's really a good sword!"

Gazing at the body of the Sword Monarch Twelve Hatred gradually losing its temperature, the joy on his face was as if he had been fine, even if it was full of blood and dirt, that heartfelt smile of joy could give people a heartfelt warmth on the corpse that was about to stiffen.

"Ahem! It's a pity that Xiqi is not here today, otherwise if he sees the only sword path that he has been striving for all his life but can't seek, but it appears on the Sword Monarch's Twelve Hatreds, I'm afraid he will be mad with anger!"

When the mind was in a trance, he was awakened by a tingling pain in his chest again, and looked down at the original twelve invincible haters of the world had actually pierced a hole on both sides in the heart of the god of herdsmanship, if you look in from the chest at this time, you can still see the beating heart of the poof, the power of the god of the shepherd is constantly canceling out the twelve hatred sword qi at the wound, that is, the god of the world has an immortal body, otherwise it can be regarded as capsizing in the gutter. But the Sword Monarch still lost after all, and the Sword Monarch lost this battle in his strength, in his body, and in the terrifyingly deep foundation of the God of the Shepherd. Only with a solid foundation can we accumulate and withstand mistakes and failures. Natural selection has always been the survival of the fittest, not the survival of the strong. The most important thing is to be able to make a comeback if you fail for a while. People make mistakes, and in the competition, the competition is the ability to tolerate mistakes. Liu Bang failed many times and could do it again, and Xiang Yu failed once, which is a catastrophe. This is where the gap in the foundation of the two sides lies.

It's just a wound the size of a drop of blood, but it runs all the way from the heart to the back, and although the residual sword qi at the wound is only the slightest wisp of friction due to the collision of the power of the god of faun and the blood beads, it can still be said to be quite difficult, and it can only be eliminated with the power of the gods. But the strange thing is that in such a powerful sword qi, there is not a trace of sword intent left, it seems that it is because the Sword Monarch Twelve Hates really comprehended the only realm of truth, and the sword intent only exists at the top of the invincible blood beads of the Twelve Hates in the world, and there is no leakage, so that the power of this sword can be brought into full play to such an extreme.

"Borrow my hand to climb the extreme of the sword, and you will be able to resist it with this life, then, the twelve hatreds of the sword king, you only owe me one life!"

Fang Death's new soul has not yet left the body, and even the torso still has residual vitality, with Rin Mu's means, this kind of injury is nothing at all, even if there is no Heavenly Dao help in the suffering realm, it is easy to snatch back the life of the Sword Monarch. But the god of the world has never been the Virgin, and there is no free lunch in this world, and what you pay must be doubled to develop for a long time.

At the same time, among the people who were silently watching the battle in the dark, there were two people who were above the distant peak, but they also saw the battle situation as if they were watching the pattern in the palm of their hands.

"This decision is to win with the king's way! What does the Holy Division think of the strength of the shepherd?"

"Brilliant day, don't look at it directly!"

"Ha! Then it seems that you and I can return to the state of close cooperation in the past!"

"Oh! It may not be known, Yuntian Wanghui has never caused dust, and the literary and artistic warp and weft are just a place to escape from the world, and they are unbearable to the disasters of war. ”

"Then, I don't know how the power of the shepherd can be compared to that year in the eyes of the Holy Division?"

The two words of the year were meaningful, and the eyebrows of the Confucian saint Si Mo Dumping Pond who were looking into the distance suddenly wrinkled slightly, indicating that the person who spoke had already stirred up the mood of Ink Dumping Pond. His eyes moved slightly, and he saw that Wen Zai Long Yuan was flickering in his eyes, and he looked like he was in the chest, as if he had eaten the ink pouring pool.

After a little silence and unspeakable staring, Mo Tingchi finally opened his mouth first: "Go further." ”

Only a very few people know that the Ink Dumping Pond and Rin Mu had an intersection in the Gathering Realm a thousand years ago, and because the Ink Dumping Pond was handled cleanly, sometimes even he forgot about it. But I have to say that Ying Wuqian's news is really well-informed, this kind of thing of Chen sesame and rotten grain can be dug up, maybe he didn't find out about Mo Dumping Pond's actions from Junziyan, but it was after that meeting in the gathering realm, the ancient Shepherd Emperor disappeared mysteriously, and Confucianism flourished and even replaced it, swallowing secular authority into his belly, which really had to provoke him.

"Yes, it's really deep-rooted, and there's no comparison. Oh no, maybe there's another one to compare to!"

To survive in a dangerous world like suffering, strength is as important as the mind. If you can't become the strongest, you have to have a better mind in order to survive under the eyes of the strong. It seems that the lion is very powerful, but in fact, the antelope has more survival advantages.

"Who?"

"A person who carries forward Confucianism is also the object of the shepherd's public and private affairs!"

If there is really such a person, it will inevitably make the faun like a man, but even so, it still can't help him, there must be mutual jealousy between the two, and several times of suffering, there are only a handful of people who meet this condition, and the Confucian saint almost in an instant, thought of that person.

"But that man is said to have been in retreat for decades, and has never been close to outsiders, so it is still the time to say that the day has not come, and you are not afraid of provoking the Faun like this, are you not afraid of getting angry!"

"Whether it is a real retreat or a scruple, Ben Zhengyu has his own judgment, I believe that with the wisdom of the Holy Division, it will definitely not disappoint me!"