It's all sword wind.

All the debris on the street was swept up by this sword wind and slashed towards the old monk.

The view from the street became dim.

The figure of the old monk suddenly faded, and he disappeared like this.

Only the sound of the wind, the crashing sound can be heard.

Countless sharp swords broke through the air.

The essence qi of heaven and earth gave birth to countless dangerous turbulences, and in some places there were even large-scale distortions.

Every twist is like a mirror.

In some mirrors, you can see the sword.

In some mirrors, you can see a very faint figure.

In some mirrors, you can see a monk's robe.

A rag fell onto the street.

The old monk fell on the street.

He was covered in blood, and he was slashed by many swords.

Blood flowed, and countless sword wounds were sent.

Some of those swords are deep. Some are shallow and have different shapes.

There were places on his body where the flesh was almost cut off. Revealing Sensen's white bones, it looks extremely miserable.

Lin Ji's sword penetrated all the essence of heaven and earth.

No matter where the old monk is hiding, he will cut it out.

When the blade of the sword reaches the body. The old monk used the Buddha's mantra to punish the heart, just like the previous two times.

However, this time is different from the previous two.

Because Lin Ji has more than one sword.

He borrowed a sword from everyone in Canghai City.

All the swords in Canghai City fell on the old monk's body.

The sea is immeasurable, and the number of swords is immeasurable.

The old monk killed tens of millions of people on this street.

So he was slashed with a thousand knives on this street.

He let out an extremely sharp howl, in great pain.

……

With a loud roar, the old monk came to Lin Ji, and there was blood on the snow street.

Gu Yu cut off his escape path, the senior brother held his foot, he couldn't leave Canghai City from the air, so he could only take Lin Ji's sword of tens of millions of people.

He was miserable like a sinner who had been half-tortured by Ling Chi, covered in blood and bones, but he still thought he could catch the sword.

The old monk is still like an immortal, a white bone immortal.

He pointed out the edge of the sword.

His expression was solemn, like a monarch walking in the world.

The aura on his body changed suddenly, becoming extremely awe-inspiring.

An aura that was colder than the abyss and lonelier than death spread from his fingertips to the peak of the Feng Xiao Sword, and in an instant, the blade was covered with a layer of frost.

What a powerful breath of silence.

The front end of the Feng Xiao Sword was cold and icy, exuding a palpitating sense of silence, covered with snow and frost, and the end close to Lin Ji's right hand was extremely hot, emitting flames to the outside world.

Two extreme breaths. On such an unpretentious sword, making the most dangerous resistance, no one knows whether this iron sword will be frozen into scrap iron in the next moment, or will burn everything in the world.

At that moment, the iron sword made a very crisp sound in the hurricane rolling up in the snowy street, it was the sound of metal objects crashing, and then more and more crashing sounds sounded.

The sword wind blew through the streets, drumming between the streets and alleys, and I don't know how many things were rolled, including iron pots that people had fallen on the streets, a few broken gongs, and some musical instruments such as pipes.

The gong was struck by a stone. The thick iron pot hit the wall, the wind poured into the pipe and began to whimper, and the sound of hilarity sounded in the dim wind. I don't know whose family is staging a happy event or a funeral.

As these voices sounded, the snow and frost covering the front of Feng Xiao's sword disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the light slashed towards the old monk along the blade of the sword.

Silence. It was broken by the great array of Canghai City.

Those spider-like lines burst out with the most striking light, lighting up the real sea city.

The old monk's breath of silence was broken, and the monk's robe moved with the wind.

He swaggered. The body seemed to have become countless times larger in an instant.

A breath as grand as the sea and boundless blood appeared on the snow street.

The old monk once again used the Buddha's mantra to punish the heart.

The suffering of Ling Chi a moment ago. Let him know very well that if he only used the upper part of the Buddha's Heart Mantra, it would not be enough to resist the sword in Emergency's hand. Because those are ten thousand swords.

So he used all his strength to punish the second half of the heart curse.

The gold receded, and the blood spread. It's like a blood-colored cloud floating in the sky, and even the smell of blood in the air has become so real, and it is more figurative that this is a blood-colored ocean.

Lin Ji looked at the seemingly boundless sea of blood in silence.

There are countless storms that arise from the depths of the blood-colored ocean. The nearby sea water was stirred like purple-red ink, revealing a chilling and dangerous smell, and the sea water in the distance set off huge waves as high as more than ten stories high.

Lin Ji didn't swing his sword and slash at those heavy building waves.

Because the old monk is not a storm. The storm came from his sword.

The old monk is the sea, no matter how violent and terrifying the storm is, it will never be able to destroy the sea itself.

So Lin Ji thought of another way. As his heart moved, the countless swords in Canghai City began to spin. Countless storms rose at the same time, more and more, and finally overlapped. Although the blood color of Canghai City has not decreased, it is no longer calm.

Although the sea is big, it also has borders. There are enough storms to turn over the rivers and seas.

The old monk's fingers were still pressed against the blade of the sword.

The snow and frost on Feng Xiao's sword had long since disappeared, and the sword momentum and blazing flames had gone with the wind.

The old monk's fingers had an extremely thin bloody mouth.

Then there were more than ten extremely miserable knife cuts on his body.

Some of the flesh that was cut open was blown away by the wind. Some drooped and turned out, exposed to the dim wind.

Blood trickled down from him like a waterfall.

He looked miserable.

It's so miserable that it looks like it's impossible to live anymore.

But the old monk is still alive.

For thousands of years, the strongest person in Buddhism. It's not going to die so easily.

It's just that he is only a glimmer away from death.

If he couldn't fight against Lin Ji's ten thousand swords, then everything would be over.

Zhijing thinks that he is proud of the world in his life, and he feels the shadow of death very rarely. With his wisdom, forbearance has made him strong now, and naturally he will not fail so easily.

Zhijing looked at Lin Ji, and a very strange expression appeared on his face.

That expression was not indifferent remorse, nor was it anger, and it had nothing to do with unwillingness.

This kind of expression is not something that humans should have. When the calm reaches the extreme, it reveals a sense of indifference, and the deepest part of the indifference is not cold. Rather, it is nothingness, an expression without any emotion, which seems to not be called an expression.

But Lin Ji felt that this was it, and he was very vigilant.

There was no emotion in the old monk's eyes, and even the pupils of his eyes gradually faded.

His eyes were so light that they were transparent, no longer like jade, just tasteless clear water.

Then he snapped his fingers.

Lin Ji's Feng Xiao Sword fell.

Before the sword arrived, the wind began to rage in advance.

Blood was scattered in the wind.

The flesh peeled off from his body was bright red like flower petals.

Those white bones are as clean as lotus roots.

The picture that should have been bloody looks extremely beautiful at this time.

He turned into a lotus.

Blood cannot be stained, and dirt cannot be hidden.

Looking at this scene, Gu Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The senior brother said in disbelief: "Not fighting?"

The Indisputable Realm is the most unfathomable realm in legends, but no one has ever seen it, and there has never been a record of the Indisputable Realm in historical materials.

For the truly strong people in this world, there was once a question that made them the most curious, that is, how strong the old gentleman was.

The people of the Qilin Pavilion once guessed that the old gentleman's realm should have reached the indisputable realm, and it can be imagined how wonderful the indisputable realm is in the eyes of people.

The old gentleman has never proved his own realm, but he is unconsciously the closest person to the indisputable realm in the history of human practice.

The senior brother has never seen it, his understanding of the indisputable realm comes completely from the sporadic records in the collection of Youxian Mountain, and at this time he shouted out the word indisputable, which is completely speculation.

He felt that his guess should not be too far from the truth of the facts, because he was the closest person to the person with the highest cultivation level in the history of human cultivation, and this feeling was somewhat familiar to him.

Lin Ji gathered the desire of tens of millions of people in Canghai City, borrowed tens of millions of swords, and saw that he was about to kill the old monk under the sword, and the old monk actually entered the indisputable realm!

Senior Brother couldn't believe that there was really someone in this world who could enter this legendary realm.

But this scene happened so very realistically in front of his eyes.

Compared with the five realms, the indisputable realm is not only a higher-level realm, this realm can truly be called peerless, because this realm can be separated from the world.