Saying that, in fact, the purple-robed monk was also a little reckless.

The division of the cultivation realm is extremely obvious, this has nothing to do with talent and qualifications, simple strength comparison, even if there are cultivators who take the edge of the sword or devote themselves to crooked ways, or rely on external objects to pile up their own cultivation, etc., but in any case, the strength is there, no matter how you say it, the difference between strength and weakness is also clear at a glance.

The division of the realm in the mouth of the purple-robed monk involves the current title for the assessment of the strength of cultivation, and the difference between a realm is worlds apart.

From the Nine-Rank Cultivation Path Realm that first entered the cultivation, to the Eight-Rank Leaping Mortal Realm who initially understood cultivation, and then to the Seven-Rank Glimpse of the Truth, the Sixth-Rank Non-Foolishness, and even the Five-Rank Returning to the Source Realm cultivator in front of him who could cause the vision of the scope of heaven and earth.

Birds and beasts, ghosts and spirits and the like are included in another category, which also has a doorway, but in general, it is not as cumbersome as the division of the realm of human monks, roughly speaking, it is simply a number as an assessment of strength, one step at a time.

The Chang Xuan that the purple-robed monk was driving had fifty-nine tons of cultivation.

And whether it is a product or a realm, one step at a time, there is a saying that applies to all those who have cultivated, and the difference between the realms is like mud!

The bottleneck between realms is the key to the difference in cultivation, maybe if you take this step, you don't have to hesitate in this shackle, there is no sea and sky for you to swim.

The reason why the purple-robed monk was strong was because the two of them were one realm apart in cultivation, but the fact was that Meng Jin broke the robe.

If the two of them were in the same realm, then it was very likely that the purple-robed monk who had just fought with a knife would have been in a different place.

said that he was disdainful of Meng Jin, but the purple-robed monk was also secretly surprised in his heart, and secretly said that he was careless.

Then the purple-robed monk lightly brushed the blade of the knife on his chest, and the next moment Meng Jin clenched the handle of the knife, and his body staggered uncontrollably.

"Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill you!"

The purple-robed monk was unforgiving, and chased after Meng Jin, who was stumbling to his feet.

Another palm was discharged, and this time Meng Jin couldn't even stand, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth on the half-kneeling ground.

This chapter is extremely ruthless, and it almost shatters a man's heart.

"Don't be afraid, after you die, your Nancheng will be buried for you, and you won't be lonely on the road!"

Even though he was injured, Meng Jin still didn't give up, his expression was like that, and his momentum became more and more wanton.

Meng Jin stood up with a vertical knife, his eyebrows and eyes were relieved, and his voice was high.

"If you return to the source in time, how dare you not kneel when you are young! How dare you call your husband!"

"It's ridiculous that I'm greedy for a glass of wine, and I haven't been able to enjoy it when I'm dying, you evil cultivator remember, Nancheng Kuaifeng Mengjin... Don't take half a step back!"

The words fell and went up with a knife, and delivered the fast front without moving forward.

The fast front string is up, and countless knives are flying. Meng Jin took a step into the air and slashed down at the purple-robed monk, and the power of this knife shattered.

The purple-robed monk blocked the sword and turned sideways to avoid Meng Jin's knife, and the wind around his unpredictable dance was rattling.

With a slash in the air, Meng Jin turned around and took out his finger seal, and printed the hand as the scabbard and slowly drew the knife by holding the blade.

The blade of the blade flowed through the blood, and the blade became shiny, and the whole knife seemed to have just been forged from the furnace.

"Come again!"

Meng Jin made another move with a knife, and the wind was chaotic!

If the fast front string is compared to the fine snow flying, then this chaotic wind song is the stormy waves, and the momentum and power are huge.

The trajectory of the three-knife knife shuttle hit the purple-robed monk directly, and the purple-robed monk also became solemn, not daring to underestimate it in the slightest.

"Although his cultivation is not as good as mine, I am not good at fighting as a beast master, and his knife is strange, so it's hard to say what the consequences of being stabbed a few times will be... That's it," thought the purple-robed monk.

"This was originally reserved for the people they came to hunt me down, and it's a blessing for you to see it!"

I saw that the purple-robed monk also pulled out a long whip from the air, the long whip knots were made of dark iron, and the whip body was blood-red with barbs.

The purple-robed monk grabbed the handle of the whip and retracted it, then pulled it forward at a faster speed, and the whip body danced with great strength.

With a whip drawn out to intercept the three swords, the purple-robed monk retracted his whip and rolled towards Meng Jin.

Seeing this, Meng Jin defended with a horizontal sword, but he didn't think that this whip was too powerful, and it was not something he could bear at all.

A thin whip is comparable to a thousand catties of heavy iron, this time Meng Jin's strength was not caught, and he threw himself to the ground, and cracks could be seen in the ground beside him.

And the fast forward waited for it to dim, and it went straight to Meng Jin's side. With this blow, Meng Jin was seriously injured and his life and death were uncertain.