The sword splits the air, creating a vacuum. The white air flew around the sword, like a random spike that shot out one by one.

From this sword, it can be seen that the Heavenly Dao has indeed fully comprehended the true meaning of the one-knife flow.

This knife is the pinnacle technique of a knife stream, rising like thunder and falling like a rainbow.

Tiandao's eyes were filled with a deep sneer, as if he was mocking Wang Yong for dying on the sword technique he taught, was he unwilling?

Brush!

The knife slashed at Wang Yong's eyebrows, and Wang Yong was suddenly divided into two halves under the light of the dignified knife.

The sword slave and Katori screamed at the same time.

The corners of Tiandao's mouth were also smug smiles, but then Tiandao's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Wrong!

This knife is not the feeling of slashing the human body at all!

And it's like - split in the air!

In the next second, the breeze blew, and Wang Yong's figure was like a reflection on the broken water surface, suddenly cracking open and disappearing.

The Heavenly Dao split is just an afterimage!

Wang Yong had already avoided it in advance!

"Impossible!" Tian Dao cried out like a ghost.

And Wang Yong stood leisurely in the distance and said: "Although you have comprehended the speed of the knife technique, you have not comprehended the speed of the mental method. ”

Tiandao looked dazed: "What is that?"

"No matter how fast the knife technique is, it must come out with the mind, and when you think about the knife, the hand will move. And the moment your mind comes together, I already know what you're going to do. So, how can you outrun me?"

Heavenly Dao's body was shocked: "This is 'the path of sincerity can be known in advance'! You have even mastered the highest mysteries in our religious practice!"

"The mystery of your religious practice? Hehe, you can't help but take the people of the world too seriously! A scholar can do it by sitting and reading; an official can do it by wholeheartedly serving the people and worrying about the world; a carver can do it just to carve out the world on a small olive pit; even an old farmer who grows vegetables can accurately predict what the vegetables will look like tomorrow and what the harvest will be this season when he pulls weeds and fertilizes the vegetable fields every day to repel insects.

All of these are the embodiment of sincerity. Why is it said that it belongs exclusively to religious practitioners?

True cultivation has been billowing in the red dust since ancient times! In raising hands and feet! In vulgar things!" Wang Yong sneered and said.

It turns out that this is the true meaning of the way of sincerity. "Heavenly Dao has a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Wang Yong is like a Master who never hides his selfishness, and has taught him two truths that he may not be able to understand in his life.

Tiandao bowed solemnly to Wang Yong: "This is the second time I have bowed to you, not for a stand, but for your preaching grace." But the more so, the less you can stay. Your presence will seriously affect our plans. So ......"

Tiandao suddenly raised his head: "Please die!"

After speaking, the sword in Tiandao's hand shook, and a heavy black mist rippled on the paper-thin knife.

The black mist chirped, changing into hideous and terrifying grimaces.

But it's a Shikigami who is bound in a sword!

Heavenly Dao held the knife in both hands and slashed down quickly.

The style god on the sword fell with the sword, and spread out all at once, like a crow covering the sky and the sun, and the chirping covered all the radius of several meters.

Neither the naked eye nor the mental eye could penetrate the barriers of these gods, and the people in it became completely blind.

This is the power of this sword, which can cut off the telepathy of spiritual masters. For a master like Wang Yong who has comprehended the way of sincerity, it has a surprising effect.

Wang Yongru fell into the eternal night, everything was obscured, and there was only the sound of a chirping ghost in the center of his eyes and ears.

The sword slashed by the Heavenly Dao was completely annihilated in Wang Yong's perceptual world.

It seemed that a century had passed, and it seemed to be as short as a snap of a finger, and a black light suddenly burst out in the darkness, clinging to Wang Yong's eyebrows and slashing fiercely.

The Heavenly Dao's Taidao has finally appeared!

At this time, the Taidao is only a finger away from Wang Yong's eyebrows, even if it is an immortal, it will be impossible to escape!

The ghost tweeted, as if he was celebrating Wang Yong's death in advance.

Wang Yong stood in place, motionless, as if he didn't realize it.

Just when the blade of the Heavenly Dao was about to cut into Wang Yong's eyebrows, he suddenly heard Wang Yong speak softly and shouted two words: "Sword." ”

Then I saw a purple streamer cut through the darkness, and the ghosts and gods were cleared up, and those Shikkai who were sealed in the sword were like seeing a cat and a mouse, and flew away in a hurry.

Click!

The sword is bright and clear, but it comes first.

Before the blade of the Heavenly Dao cut into Wang Yong's eyebrows, he first cut open the head of the Heavenly Dao.

The Tai Dao in the hand of the Heavenly Sword stopped abruptly, and then slowly fell.

"Why?" asked Tian Dao one last question.

"You think it's enough? You don't know anything about power. Wang Yong said quietly.

With a shake of the Heart Moon Fox Soft Sword, the blood on the blade of the sword instantly shook to the ground, and the Heart Moon Fox Soft Sword became clean again.

Poof, Heavenly Dao fell to the ground, a blood-red thin line on his head, as if he had just undergone surgical suturing.

Hula, a gust of wind blew, and the thin thread was like a burst water pipe, gushing out a large canopy of blood.

"Take it. Wang Yong picked up the knife and threw it to Katori.

This Taidao is a good Shishen weapon, but it has relatively high requirements for the user's martial arts.

Katori is not suitable, and the sword slave doesn't look down on this kind of thing at all, but it's still good to keep it for sale or exchange it for other magic weapons.

Katori carefully took the sword and carried it behind his back along with the seisho.

Katori subconsciously had a thought in his heart: When Wang Yongqi leaves the East, there won't be enough confiscated magic weapons to open a museum, right?

It's just that this thought makes Katori a little unbearable, because if he really confiscates so many magic weapons, it means that there are just as many Shinto people who died at the hands of Wang Yongxiang.

"I still hope that Wang Yongqian will not be killed. Katori could only pray silently in his heart.

When I walked up to the top of the mountain, I saw that the peak in front of me had been flattened, and there was a huge plain.

The main hall of a shrine is built on this plain, and it is not magnificent in terms of scale or decoration, but it makes people feel a sense of worship.

The mist from the bottom of the mountain blew from the backside, casting a hazy veil over the entire main hall.

You can vaguely see a sign in front of the main hall gate, which reads "Out of the Gods".

Wang Yong stood in front of the hall, looking at the door of the hall, but he didn't go inside.

I saw an old man in black lying on the threshold of the temple gate.

The old man, with his gray hair and shriveled skin, clung to the threshold like a starving ghost, crumbling.

If you listen closely, you can hear a slight snoring from him.

"Hey. The old man in black let out a dreamy groan, and then rolled over.

In the process of turning over, the old man's body was always tightly attached to the palm-wide threshold and never fell.

"This is the Tantric method of crossing the corpse!" Wang Yong narrowed his eyes and said.

The method of horizontal corpse is a kind of spiritual practice invented by Tantra in imitation of the person who has died, and the practitioner wants to put himself into a state of horizontal death and cut off all desires in the world.

The cultivators of the Horizontal Corpse Law are extremely powerful in their spiritual cultivation, and they can almost reach the point of "lightning can't move". Even if the thunder fell on top of his head, he would not tremble in fear.

This person is obviously more powerful than Heavenly Dao.

"Little doll, a little insightful. The man in black suddenly spoke, but it was in Huaxia.

"I thought that after I killed countless Chinese tantric masters 70 years ago, no one would recognize this tantric mind method anymore. It seems that I still underestimated your Chinese people's ability to survive. ”

The old man in black suddenly got up and sat upright, his feet facing each other, his arms hanging down to support his body, and the whole person was like a squatting lion, full of domineering majesty.

But it is also a tantric mental method, called lion sitting.

It seems that this old man in black is not a pure Oriental Shintoist, but has a certain relationship with Buddhist Tantra.

And the 70 years ago he said was obviously the original war of aggression against China.