This is an attitude, an attitude that would rather bend than bend, this is the essence of sword intent, this is the sword he wants.

At this moment, he realized, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and strode forward, like a sharp sword that cut through thorns and thorns, no one could stop him.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety steps, half a day later, Su Zhe stood steadily on this layer, but his body had already reached the limit.

The temples jumped suddenly, the green tendons on the forehead jumped, the muscles all over the body tensed, and the blood vessels seemed to burst at any time, making the skin covered with a layer of bloody red.

Su Zhe's upright body was a little rickety, but his waist was still straight, and he had to use all his strength to fight against the ever-doubling sword intent.

Sixty-four times the power of superposition of divine consciousness, sixty-four times the power of superposition of physical body, sixty-four times the power of superposition of sword intent, sixty-four times the power of superposition of will, and sixty-four times the power of superposition of star power.

This was the method of using the Nine Stacks of Divine Consciousness that he had comprehended in the ninety layers before climbing, and in addition to the dark origin that made him fearful, he even used the power stored in every cell.

This is the collision of sword intent, this is the contest of wills, he tried his best to stand firm, and the sword intent of the sword was unwilling to retreat like a tide.

The feeling of extreme emptiness caused him to stumble under his feet, and he almost fell off the sword steps, which was even more terrifying than the gravitational pressure of the original time on Death Island.

Su Zhe gasped heavily, seizing the time to recover his exhausted energy, he couldn't understand, was Dongfang Zhige really just a peak cultivator of the Heavenly Destiny Realm?

How did he control the vast sword intent of this Zhige Sword? Although he didn't know how powerful the Heavenly Mandate Realm really was, he knew that this level of sword intent was far beyond the power of the Heavenly Mandate Realm.

However, thinking that Dongfang Zhige dared to challenge the four divine beasts at the same time with the cultivation of the peak of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, that kind of firm martial will, that kind of broad mind that sacrificed himself, Su Zhe was also relieved.

He rarely admired people, but Dongfang Zhige was definitely someone he admired, and the other blood roar that made him admire was not as good as it.

Maybe it's a bit disrespectful to say this, after all, the cultivation level is there, and Dongfang Zhige's cultivation is nothing compared to the blood roar.

But this made Su Zhe more and more admired Dongfang Zhige, and dared to challenge the four divine beasts that were much more powerful than him alone, which could not be assessed by a simple cultivation realm.

To be small and broad, to defeat the strong with the weak, and to outnumber, even if it is mixed with the calculation of the backlash of heaven and earth, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

It requires great courage, perseverance, guts, wisdom, bearing, mind and the belief that he will die, and Su Zhe asked himself if he would never be able to do such a thing.

Therefore, it is reasonable that Dongfang Zhige's sword will is so strong, and Su Zhe is sure that Dongfang Zhige, who is holding the Zhige sword, is absolutely brilliant in combat power.

He didn't dare to say that Dongfang Zhige would definitely be able to defeat the Four Divine Beasts, but he was sure that if he was one-on-one, it would definitely be the Four Divine Beasts who would be defeated, and the will of the Sword Dao was his greatest confidence.

The starting point of the blood roar is very high, and his will can compete with the fierce force, but if he is in the same realm as Dongfang Zhige, it is really difficult to say which of the two is stronger and which is weak.

Is it going to fail? The young man who was already standing on the sword steps of more than eight thousand layers looked at Su Zhe's back, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't until he stood on more than 8,000 floors that he admired Su Zhe more and more, he was the peak of cultivation of heaven and man, and when he reached more than 8,000 floors, he couldn't take an inch further.

And Su Zhe, looking at how strong his cultivation can be, is no more than fifty years old, but he is at the top of the sword steps.

It was only nine steps away from the Zhige Sword, but it seemed to be out of reach, which made the young man feel so regretful.

Su Zhe took a few deep breaths and forcibly stabilized his mind, he had come to this point, and he would never allow himself to fail.

Although his body was empty, his dantian was almost dry, and his meridians were damaged due to overload, this was not a reason for him to retreat.

Will is the key to victory, the undefeated spirit has the hope of success, he has the belief that he will win, so whether there is star power, whether there is soul power, whether there is physical strength, what does it matter.

So he raised his foot again and took a step forward, even if his whole body was trembling, even if the whole person was trembling, but he still took this step firmly.

The majestic sword intent suddenly came, with the domineering spirit of sweeping the Eight Desolations, with the pride of looking at the world, and with the compassion of the heavens and people, and shrouded Su Zhe fiercely.

Su Zhe's eyes lit up, domineering, arrogant, and compassionate, these emotions were keenly captured by him.

He suddenly found himself in a misunderstanding, Dongfang Zhige set the world with a sword, and wanted no war in the world, it was because he had a broad and broad mind.

But what is a stop? And why stop fighting?

The answer is obvious, with his unparalleled self-confidence, domineering and invincible combat power.

Therefore, Dongfang Zhige is actually not the kind of soft-hearted and indiscriminate person that Su Zhe thinks.

He has his own arrogance in his bones, and he is ruthless and decisive at the moment, otherwise how could he wield a butcher's knife to kill the demon clan, drive away the beast tide, and subdue the divine beast?

This shows that the sword intent of him and Su Zhe has something in common, killing to stop killing, stopping the war with blood, the process is not important, the important thing is the result.

If you don't have the strength to absolutely crush it, and the domineering spirit that looks down on the world, why do you say the word "stop fighting"?

Su Zhe, who realized this, suddenly became enlightened, no matter what means, whether it is right or evil, no matter whether it is good or evil, as long as you can achieve the result you want, it is victory.

A thick black mist filled the air, enveloping Su Zhe, and the absolute darkness seemed to be an ancient fierce beast devouring all things, devouring the sword intent of the Zhige Sword.

Standing proudly in the black mist, Su Zhe seemed to be a god and demon from ancient times, and strode forward.

The sword seems to be completely enraged by the source of darkness, and one good and one evil cannot coexist.

The deep hatred from the bones made it angry, and the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine layers of sword steps shook violently as if the earth was shaking the mountain, and the surging sword intent like a sea of smoke slashed towards the darkness with a heroic righteousness.

The people in Zhige City knelt on the ground in shock, trembling and kowtowing to the sword that represented the supreme existence, as if praying for it to calm their anger.

The children of the Seventeen Families are the same, Zhi Ge is angry, like descending to heaven, no matter how careful they are, but at this moment they are all believers in Zhi Ge Sword.

The pious worship accumulated over the endless years has made them regard the sword as a kind of spiritual sustenance, a supreme symbol.

But at this moment, they were all like ordinary people, kneeling on the ground in silence, cursing the fanatics who dared to offend the Zhige Sword.

From a certain point of view, they regard the Zhige Sword as an invincible faith, and they rely on the prestige of Zhige City to survive, and they have already become the slaves of the Zhige Sword.

It's just that they don't have the magic eye of the sword spirit, and they don't have the profound experience of the sword slave, and they don't know it, so why aren't the spiritual slaves slaves?

The sword slave's eyes were wide with anger at this moment, his emotions fluctuated with the ups and downs of the sword spirit, he was angry when the sword was angry, and he was crazy when the sword was mad.

At this moment, he has long forgotten that he still has to protect Ning Chengcheng, in his heart, the Zhige Sword is the most important thing in Zhige City, there is no one.

The muscles of the old man were tense like a mother beast guarding her cubs, and her murderous intent was undisguised.

The old man's figure flashed, turned into a sword that cut the sky and the earth, and slashed towards Su Zhe, who stepped on the top of the snow-capped mountain and grabbed the sword of Zhige, with the devastating momentum of moving forward and dying with the enemy.

The Zhige Sword struggled violently, making no secret of its disgust for Su Zhe's dark aura, Su Zhe had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and the Zhige Sword was as powerless in his hand as a three-year-old child.

Suddenly, a strong threat of death sounded the alarm in his heart, and the creepy chill made him directly judge this sword, and he couldn't dodge it, and he couldn't dodge it.

The most terrible thing is that he knows that he can't catch it, and this sword is far beyond the limit that heaven and earth can bear.

It's a sword slave, the corners of Su Zhe's mouth showed bitterness.

He knew that the sword slave was controlled by the Zhige Sword, and he was already determined to die together, and he would never let himself, who was full of dark demonic energy, defile the Zhige Sword, which represented light and justice.

After a sword, even if the sword slave does not die, he will be severely counterattacked, and this ending is too tragic and sad.

What is Justice? What is Evil? Su Zhe was very surprised that at this moment of life and death, such a philosophical question came to his mind.

He is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die like this, and he is even more unwilling to die like this, but the curtain of death has been opened, and he will definitely die.

Looking deeply in the direction where the sword slave came, although he couldn't see anything, he knew that Allure was there, and she must be there.

It's a pity that I can't see the last side, and the husband in Yunhai City sounded in a trance in my ears again.

Su Zhe suddenly laughed, laughing so happily, even if Allure lost her soul, she also loved herself, what more could she ask for if she had a wife like this, in this life, it was enough!

He completely gave up resistance and calmly greeted death, at this moment he had already run out of oil, and even the power of darkness was exhausted in the entanglement with the sword intent of Zhige.

The farthest distance in this world is not the distance between life and death, but I die in front of you, gazing at you affectionately, but I can't see you.

The inexplicable emotion made Su Zhe suddenly open his mouth and roar willfully: "Allure, I love you!" ”

In the icy snow cave, Ning Qingcheng, who had turned into an ice sculpture, suddenly shook her whole body, and the affectionate cry that seemed to come from the sky broke her process of refining the origin of Tianyin.

"Click", the ice sculpture shattered like a spider's web, the snow-white figure flashed, her heart was full of fear and uneasiness, as if something in her heart was shattered.

The pain of imminent loss made her head turn ice blue in an instant, and a fragmented picture flashed through her mind.

A handsome young man in a golden cloak with armor underneath opened his arms to her with a sunny smile, and she cheered and ran to his embrace, her brow shining with happiness in her brows.

Closer, closer, just as she was about to throw herself into the warm embrace of the handsome young man, the young man opened his mouth and gushed blood, his face was as pale as paper, but the doting and love in his eyes tugged at her fragile nerves.

It was only then that she realized that a halberd had passed through his heart, the tip of the halberd stained with his blood, and under his cloak, it shimmered with a cold sheen.

She stopped, covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears of disbelief, and watched as the man she loved dearly in his eyes before he finally fell on his back.

The two are close at hand, but since then Yin and Yang have been separated, life and death parting, and the pain is nothing more than this.

The boating on the bank of the Xihua River, burning incense, cooking wine, laughing and watching the autumn moon and spring breeze are as if the autumn flowers passed away with the flowing water yesterday, leaving only the ripples that gradually dissipated to prove that they once loved each other, that's all!

The cold despair tore every inch of her soul, and the heart-rending pain made her raise her head and let out a terrible scream from the deepest part of her heart: "Shao Hao......"