The sevenfold realm of cultivation, one realm and one heaven.

From descending stars to washing stars, it seems to be just an understatement of the lightest cat on the path of cultivation, and it is even simpler than opening the sea of stars from an ordinary person.

Because everything in the world is always the most difficult to start from nothing, and it will be relatively easy to go from having to more.

But this is a new world after all, and it requires the use of new laws of power, and the longer a cultivator immerses in it, the more comfortable he will naturally become.

Chen Tong, as the peak powerhouse of the Nine Folds Realm of Star Washing, had been immersed in this path for several years, while Luo Chuan had just stepped into the threshold of the Star Washing Realm.

No matter from which point of view, the difference in strength between the two is very large, and Luo Chuan has no chance of winning.

But at the moment when Luo Chuan stepped out of the light cocoon, Chen Tong retreated.

The momentum of the two presents a diametrically opposed contrast to their strength.

Luo Chuan carried the power of breaking through the realm, whether it was physical or divine thoughts, when he was at the peak, the elegiac sword in his hand bloomed with unprecedented brilliance, and if he didn't make a move, it was the strongest sword in his life.

The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost!

This is not the first time Chen Tong has seen Luo Chuan's self-created swordsmanship, because Luo Chuan used this sword to kill Cai Dazhong before.

However, at that time, Luo Chuan was holding an eternal night umbrella in his hand.

No matter how much the Eternal Night Umbrella looks like a sword in appearance, or how terrifying the edge of the Eternal Night Umbrella is, it is not a sword after all.

And Fengqiao Night Park is a set of swordsmanship.

Just like Luo Chuan, even if he cultivated the Tempest Stone Hammer to its fullest, as long as he didn't have a hammer in his hand, then he would never be able to use this hammer method to the extreme.

But now Luo Chuan has an elegiac sword in his hand.

Of course, more importantly, at that time, Luo Chuan was only a star descending eightfold, and now he is already a powerhouse in the Star Washing Realm.

Therefore, the same type of moonfall and black cry full of frost in the sky were also displayed by Luo Chuan, but the shock brought to Chen Tong is different from the past!

The blood moon on the horizon no longer pulled closer to the ground, and the scarlet moonlight was as usual, replaced by the natal moon* in the Luochuan Star Sea.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the air was low and hoarse, and wisps of black aura floated endlessly, transforming into blood crows, overwhelming the sky and endlessly.

The grass and trees within a radius of ten zhang are withered, and the frost on the ground is like a water mirror, reflecting the starlight in the sky, quiet and solemn.

The moon is in my heart.

The Black Cry Sword.

Frost in front.

Luo Chuan's sword is not so murderous, but like a slowly unfolding picture, which is intoxicating.

The sword has not arrived, and the intention has reached first.

Chen Tong straightened his body, his arms raised high, and his body retreated rapidly, just like a flying swallow returning to its nest.

A strong life-and-death crisis filled Chen Tong's heart, so that he couldn't even rise to the courage to fight hard, or more accurately, this is a kind of human instinctive will to survive.

Wei Yueyan's brilliance dimmed rapidly, as if it would be shattered at any time, and it would never be seen again.

Seeing the moon is in danger.

It's just right.

The so-called fate, the so-called fate, but that's it.

But after all, Chen Tong was the peak powerhouse of the Nine Realms of Washing Stars, even if his mind was chaotic and his mind was terrified, he still burst out with extremely terrifying potential.

For a while, Chen Tong forcibly activated all of Wei Yueyan's strength and increased his speed to the extreme.

So his figure disappeared out of thin air.

As if teleporting, it appeared in the blink of an eye in a pile of rubble ten feet away.

And here he escapes into the void.

This time, Luo Chuan no longer used Xia Xinyue to tell him that Chen Tong had fled there because he could see it.

Whoever walks through will leave a trace.

Chen Tong's figure disappeared, but the star power fluctuations he left behind were like an ink line in the snow, so clear and dazzling in Luo Chuan's eyes.

Luo Chuan swung the elegiac sword in his hand into the void somewhere in the air, so the blood crows in the sky rushed up to him, and the miserable cold frost covered the snow for hundreds of miles.

Chen Tong's figure appeared there accurately, and then let out a sharp roar from his mouth, raising his hand and waving a sword light.

The surging blood crow swarm was cut open by a rift, and the wind and frost in the sky seemed to be hindered by this sword for a moment, and the coldness subsided slightly.

"But that's it. ”

Chen Tong sneered, and wanted to turn around and flee again, but suddenly a white light stung his eyes.

That white light came too fast and too decisively, so that Chen Tong did not react.

Because that is Luo Chuan's killing move hidden under the moonfall and frosty sky.

The blazing white firelight lit up the sky like a scorching sun, reflecting the blood moon in mid-air.

There was a terrifying sword intent flowing in the bursting aura, unstoppable and fearless.

It was White Flame Sword Qi.

In an instant of life and death, Chen Tong reluctantly raised his arm and held the long sword in front of his chest, trying to block Luo Chuan's killing blow.

"Bell!"

The crisp sound of gold and stone exploded in mid-air, the brilliant sparks were torn apart, and Chen Tong's figure retreated ten feet, and the long sword in his hand had already appeared a gap as deep as half an inch, and his chest was even scorched black by the flames.

But that's not the end.

Because before he could stand firm, Luo Chuan had already arrived.

The tip of the elegiac sword condensed into a black ink spot in Chen Tong's eyes, and dyed his eyes into absolute darkness with lightning speed.

The bright blood flowers fluttered and fell in the air, turning into a leisurely maple fire, burning Chen Tong's heart, and a light sigh full of sorrow exploded in his ears, as if it came from the Yellow Spring Netherworld, wanting to take him to the mortal world.

This is Luo Chuan's second sword.

Jiang Feng Yuhuo was sleepy.

But it was a pity that Luo Chuan's sword still failed to give Chen Tong a funeral, because the latter's chest suddenly burst into a burst of intense starlight, and a powerful talisman erected an indestructible light armor in front of him, making it difficult for the elegiac sword to approach half an inch.

The long sword in Chen Tong's hand had been shattered, so he stretched out his right hand and held the blade of the elegiac sword tightly, and he didn't care about the blood flowing in his palm.

"That's it. ”

A trace of blood flashed in Chen Tong's eyes, and then he pinched a strangely shaped horn flute with his left hand and stabbed Luo Chuan's neck violently.

However, he didn't know that Luo Chuan's strongest thing was not his swordsmanship.

What he didn't know was that even if his life star was Wei Yueyan, who was the best at speed, in the case of hand-to-hand combat, he was definitely not as fast as Luo Chuan.

Because Luo Chuan suddenly let go of the hilt of the elegiac sword, put his hand into a palm, and seemed to slap it lightly on the light armor on his chest.

A sound explosion suddenly exploded in the ears of the two of them, and the terrifying white flame wave melted the piece of light armor into a gap in an instant, allowing Luo Chuan's palm to slap into Chen Tong's heart.

The physical body breaks the sound barrier!

White Flame Burning Technique!

And......

Soul Locking Palm!

At this moment, Luo Chuan took his hand-to-hand combat methods to the extreme, and after Dongxue Xiaobi, he once again performed a physical body breaking sound barrier that amazed the deputy head of the Blood Hell Valley!

The horn flute in Chen Tong's hand was still stagnant in mid-air, but it could no longer continue to move forward.

He lowered his head a little dazedly, and looked at his chest, where there was a terrible bloody hole, his muscles were torn, his bones were shattered, and an ethereal palm print was engraved on his heart, shattering all the meridians around him in an instant.

Then, Chen Tong's heart burst open without warning, but not half a drop of blood spilled, but all of them were steamed up by the terrifying white flames.

Chen Tong's face still maintained a somewhat dazed look at the end, as if he was a little puzzled and a little incredulous.

Died like that?

He is the peak powerhouse of the Nine Realms of Washing Stars, and his life path has just begun, how can he die like this?

He was one of the seven great disciples of Ling Jian Sect, and his father was the deputy head of Ling Jian Sect, how could Luo Chuan really dare to kill him?

This is not how this world should be.

This trip to the Moon Shadow Realm shouldn't have been like this.

If he was given another chance, maybe he wouldn't dare to provoke Luo Chuan.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

After all, this period of cause and effect was deeply buried four years ago.

The next moment, Chen Tong's body fell weakly from the air and smashed into a bush, making an unwilling muffled sound that startled pieces of dust.

But that's not the end of it.

Because then, a bloody crack suddenly opened from the center of Chen Tong's eyebrows, and a black line of qi galloped out of it, wrapped around Luo Chuan's ankle in an instant, and then disappeared.

Seeing this, Luo Chuan's heart sank, although he didn't know what it was, but a hint of foreboding rose in the darkness.

Fortunately, this wisp of black qi did not affect Luo Chuan's sea of stars, nor did it cause any inconvenience to his actions, so Luo Chuan could only forcibly suppress the uneasiness in his heart, because he had more important things to do next.

His figure flashed, and he returned to Mo Youxue's side again, taking a deep breath.

"Senior sister, I can't suppress it anymore, I must fight quickly. ”

Mo Youxue shook her head a little dazedly: "I don't know what to do." ”

Luo Chuan raised his head, looked at Bai Yexing, who had been sitting in the air watching the tiger fight, and the fourteen pieces of starlight beside him, and smiled softly: "It's very simple, knock that old boy down." ”

Mo Youxue only lost her memory temporarily, and she didn't become stupid, so she understood the meaning of this sentence, but she ......

"How?"

Luo Chuan's answer was concise and to the point.

"Senior sister can fight as much as she wants, just like the previous sword. ”

Hearing this, Mo Youxue's eyebrows seemed to flash a trace of surprise, but he didn't ask more, just nodded.

"Good. ”

When the words fell, Mo Youxue subconsciously clenched the cold sword on his waist, and his clothes were covered with layers of wind and snow, and he did not show any rustiness.

Because it's not about memories, it's about the fighting instincts that she has forged in the depths of her soul with her blood for years.

As Luo Chuan expected.