There is a limit to human ability.

Except for some talented players, no matter how they practice martial arts, the vast majority of people are difficult to tap all their potential, and they are unable to touch the ceiling of their own ability throughout their lives.

It's a pity, but there are always people who don't admit defeat.

Some people redouble their efforts to push themselves to the limit.

Such a person deserves respect regardless of whether he wins or loses the outcome.

But there are also those who like to take shortcuts.

Since you can't tap your potential and break through your limits on your own, you have to find other ways to help.

On the side of Middle Earth, there are students from the Western Regions, soldiers who learn to fight a hundred battles and make easy decisions, and people who are Qu Xie, trying to use yin and yang to help themselves step into a new realm.

These are shortcuts.

It seems to be faster than the feedback from honest and serious martial arts, but there are endless troubles.

After all, all the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

These shortcut debts always have to be repaid, just like adding leverage, going to the stock market to fight, but ending up on the rooftop.

If you don't want to lose, don't take any of these shortcuts in the first place.

And people's thoughts are actually the same, there are warriors in Middle-earth who want to take shortcuts and be lazy, and Dongying naturally has them.

However, the shortcut they took was much wilder than that of the Central Plains, they directly gave up their identity as human beings, attracted demons and ghosts into their bodies, and used supernatural means to tap their potential.

Break through the limits of the human body in exchange for enough power to crush mortals, but what these "quick powerhouses" get in exchange is only the water moon mirror flower after all.

In front of the genius who has been tempered for a long time, he was crushed by a sword.

"Poof"

The brutal demon warrior was like a meat grinder thrown into a sharp blade, and in just a moment, his head was cut off by the light sword light.

The spoiled flesh is like the dough under the chef's hands, turning into strips and spilling down one after another in the sharp blades.

This is not an isolated case.

At the foot of the Toad Mountain, in the moonlit night, every moment, there were demons and ghosts that were swept into Liu Zhuoran's sword style, not only Ling Xu's thousand blades were frantically harvesting human heads, but also the cyan air flow wrapped around the swordless body.

That is the Canglan true qi cultivated by the Canglan Sword Classic, and the cultivation of Hua Qing is the same door, and it is the sharpest and unparalleled supreme qi in the world.

In the dark night in all directions, there are all kinds of demons and ghosts shouting to kill.

After activating the evil spirit, these people seem to have lost their minds, and can only express their mania in their hearts with a roar.

They are not afraid of death, like a tide coming, Liu Zhuoran, standing in the sea of corpses and blood, is also expressionless, like a hard-working vegetable farmer, harvesting leeks that jump up in waves.

's own morality has really turned into a rain of blood, and in the midst of the fight, he expounds that his heart is like iron and stone.

A thousand rays of light shattered and turned into sharp sword qi.

Ling Xu's sword blades were scattered and floating, and each piece seemed to have a subtle blessing.

The various sword styles extended by the Penglai Sword Codex, with the cooperation of the strange weapon of Ling Xuan Thousand Blades, have come out of the style of the swordless itself.

It wasn't Li Junlin's ethereal sword qi, nor Dong Lingjun's immortal sword-like sword lotus blooming.

Stars.

It is a sky full of stars, reflected in the world, without a sword and even a footstep does not need to move, just casually wave the bare hilt of the sword in his hand, and the flying blade of the sword is like a long whip sweeping.

When the mind is changed, fill the space within ten zhang of the body.

Circle by circle, layer by layer.

The demons seemed to be climbing the Sword Mountain, and every step they took was tortured by Ling Chi, their faces were hideous and distorted, and their bodies were covered in all kinds of blood, which could frighten ordinary warriors.

But in this night, their biggest threat to the swordless is nothing more than the spiritual pollution brought by that ugly face.

"That's it?"

No sword raised his eyes to look around.

In this blood-soaked killing place, the demons' offensive has shown its decline.

It's not that they're afraid, it's just that tonight's slaughter was too fast and ruthless, and less than half a pillar of incense was launched at the start of the war, and only a third of the nearly 100 Japanese people in the mountains remained.

"You give up the purity of people, in exchange for only this kind of power?"

Liu Zhuoran took a step forward, causing the demon to roar.

But the invisible sword light flashed by, and time seemed to pause at this moment, and the night and light reflected a strange picture.

More than a dozen hideous and twisted figures, like building blocks collapsing.

Blood splattered.

The mutilated corpse smashed on the ground where blood had gathered.

There was a hint of hesitation and doubt in his questioning voice.

"Brute force is doubled, flesh and blood are tougher, perception is sharper, and actions are more violent, but it does not bring about qualitative changes, such a power is also worth sacrificing yourself?"

In this half-pillar of incense, Wujian has figured out the details of these monsters, and indeed, they have appeared and turned into half-demons, allowing these Dongying people to break through the mundane.

There are even more monster abilities that control fire and wind, which look bells and whistles and bluffing.

But under the Ling Xuan Sword, the strength of the beheaded monsters is only in the upper part of the list of Jianghu people, and the elite ones are just close to the list.

If he is one of these widows.

Even if you really want to give up your soul and turn into a half-demon, you have to think about it and sell yourself to a ghost who can afford the price, right?

This kind of transaction, in Wujian's opinion, is really too much of a loss.

But his question is destined to go unanswered.

Seeing that the demons and ghosts in the Quartet were not afraid at all, as if they were looking at the surrounding corpse mountains and sea of blood, they were still roaring endlessly, and they were fighting towards him, Liu Zhuoran also felt that something was wrong.

Aren't they completely controlled, obviously still have an autonomous consciousness, and they really ignore life and death, and are barbaric and ferocious to this point?

"Wow"

The Ling Xuan Sword rose again, and the surging demons were decapitated in an instant, but there were still mutant warriors in the back, stepping on these corpses that had just fallen to the ground, roaring and pounced again.

The eyes are red, and there are strange winds and demon fires, as if they are shouting from the Yellow Spring of Hell.

No!

Wrong!

A thought flashed through Wujian's heart.

It's not that these people aren't afraid of death, they just don't care.

Because they don't really die.

What are Penglai thieves famous for?

A magic array that can contain all spirits!

Thinking of this, Wujian immediately flew up, ignoring the demons and ghosts behind him who shouted to kill and pursue, and wanted to leave this mountain of corpses and blood created by him as quickly as possible.

Slashing flesh and blood doesn't win.

The real crisis is already lurking in the sneaky bloody night all around.

Imminent.

"Huh"

A hoarse laugh suddenly sounded, and the swordless was lifted into the air, when suddenly a figure attacked.

Ling Xu's thousand blades turned into stars and hit in front of him, but the man waved his palms, and with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, he used his wild strength to fight back one after another.

The two of them clapped Bo three times in the air.

Wujian is not only a swordsman, but also a little fist and foot kung fu, but in the face of the exquisite palm skills of the raid master, he was added by the huge force, and while the cyan air flow backlashed, forcing the sneak attacker back, he himself was also beaten back to the ground, and was pushed into the killing Jedi.

Two figures flashed in the distance.

He wears a high crown and a priest's robe.

One person was holding a jade bell, the other was holding a green jade mirror, and more than a dozen yellow runes flew into the night sky, fluttering, and landed on the bloody ground.

"Boom"

The yin wind that blows the spirits suddenly rises.

Hundreds of wild laughter completely broke the silence here, and the blood and aura mixed with the aura exploded, on the body of the demon who had been hacked to death without a sword before.

There are sneaky and evil things rising into the sky, these Dongying people have not cultivated authentic divine souls, but the souls and ghosts have fused together, and they have achieved the same effect.

It's just more wicked, a little more distorted.

At the foot of the Toad Mountain, the aura was thin enough for these half-ghost spirits to turn into entities, but they were like a hundred distorted and shady invisible jellyfish, rolling around the swordless.

Detached from the carrier of flesh and blood, in the bloody and bloody realm, the evil thing stretched out a more realistic posture, and the invisible thing of ordinary people howled and waved into a cold wind.

Crashing into the swordless body from all sides.

Such evil things cannot be stopped by naïve qi in the future.

At that moment, it was as if hundreds of frozen hands pierced into the waist and abdomen of the swordless heart, and all kinds of hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, which were yin souls entering his body.

Hundreds of kinds of ghosts cried endlessly, dyeing the round of bright moon in the eyes of the swordless sword into blood red.

This kind of invasion of hundreds of ghosts has transcended the level of pure martial arts, even if it is really a half-step heavenly list here, it will be tortured miserably.

The mysterious man who made a sneak attack without a sword smiled and pushed the ghost face on his face.

Seeing that the swordless body stiffened in place, and the Ling Xuan Thousand Blades also lost their support and fell to the ground, there was only a trace of disgust and malice left in the eyes under the mask.

"I just heard what the young man asked, why are the Japanese people willing to sell their bodies and minds for this little profit?"

The man whispered,

"Shaoxia really has too many good days, and he doesn't understand the sufferings of the world, just like having a hundred taels of gold and silver to spend in his hands, and laughing at those who are penniless and running around for a living.

The subtle power that you don't look down on is a good thing that people like them who live in hell can't get enough of it, and not everyone is like you and other geniuses.

With his own mental talent, he can seek peerless martial arts, standing proudly in the world, many people encounter disasters, but they are powerless to resist this humiliation of fate, depressed, I wish I wiped my neck, and I am free from pain.

For those hard-working people who want power but can't, it is very cost-effective to sell their bodies and minds in exchange for the power of demons and demons, anyway, they have long been out of their lives.

On the land of Dongying, there are many people like this 'ghost martial arts'.

I don't know which lucky person tonight can win such a good bone? ”

He shook his head with a little regret, he didn't plan to spend time on the swordless body that had been added by the demon.

Tonight, the genius swordsman is doomed.

He turned around and said to the two onmyoji who were manipulating the ghost array behind him:

"After the demon spirit is properly collected, the place is set on fire, and after some time, death row prisoners will be sent to the island, and then the demon spirit will be possessed again.

Tonight's disasters are all caused by your reckless behavior, this time it's okay, it is not a loss to have such a master to help the big thing, and to kill a hundred ordinary people. ”

He moved his fingers and said to the two pale onmyoji behind him:

"But if there is a next time... I don't need others to ask for my life, I will personally send you to wait for Huangquan! ”

The two onmyoji nodded in fear, and the mysterious man snorted coldly, and was about to give some more instructions, but unexpectedly, a thousand sword sounds suddenly appeared.

He didn't have time to help, and he saw the two onmyoji in front of him, slashed through his body by a thousand flying blades.

The sharp blade swept by like starlight, and there was no one in front of him, only two balls of flesh and bones remained.

"Wow"

The sound of swords returned.

The mysterious man stiffened his neck and turned his head, and saw that Wujian was panting, holding the closed Ling Xuan Thousand Blades in his hand, half-kneeling on the ground.

His eyes were full of exhaustion.

But in a pair of black and white eyes, there is no chaotic and manic color.

He is still him, and he has not been torn apart by a hundred demons and ghosts, and has been replaced.

"Brother Shen saved my life again."

Liu Zhuoran breathed heavily, and he said in a dumb voice:

"If it weren't for the early cultivation of the divine soul and the opening of the sea of knowledge, I am afraid that I will really be swallowed by this Dongying demon and occupy my body in this battle tonight."

He staggered to his feet.

In the sea of knowledge, killing hundreds of monsters, this spiritual level of fighting, made Wujian feel tired from the bottom of his heart.

Since the cultivation of the divine soul, this is the first time that he has shown his skills in the sea of knowledge.

As a result, in the first battle, he had to open up in his own spiritual world.

Fortunately, his own skills are excellent and there is no danger, but after those monsters were killed by Yu Zhihai, the remaining various auras also echoed in his heart.

It takes some time to dissolve it, so as not to be angry and turn into a ghost.

It's just that before the rest, there is one last ghost that needs to be killed!

Ling Xu's sword was raised.

The topmost blade peeled off and swirled around the sword, echoing like a storm of blades.

Under this toad mountain, after a night of fighting, only the last mysterious person in front of him remained.

"There's a girl waiting for me, and I'm going to take her to meet her parents and make a decision."

Wujian brushed his hair and whispered:

"How can such an ignorant demon like you stop such a big thing?"

The latter also knows how to fight for his life, just like those Dongying ghost martial arts, he opened his palm and hooked jade.

The ghost face on his face fell suddenly, and after a few breaths, he turned into a hideous demon with a height of one foot and two horns.

Prajna!

That face was distorted, and it was a few points similar to the ghost face, this person was really an elite, and even the ghost things stored in his body were completely different from those bewitching and cheap things in other people's bodies.

It's a famous ghost.

He also sold his body and mind, and made a good deal, selling himself for a high price.

It's no wonder that the person in front of him, when in human form, can use pure fists to repel a master like Wujian.

One man, one sword.

The ghost creature also raised its hideous claws, and the bloody wind blew a little.

In the killing place of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, it seems that in the next moment, a person and a ghost will fight for their lives.

"Bang"

A sudden loud noise interrupted the foreplay of the duel, and Wujian and the ghost looked to the other side at the same time, and saw another hideous figure, with stiff steps and fists, stepping out of the forest.

It was a mechanical man, clad in armor like red scales, heavy curved hooves trampling on the flesh ground, claw barbs fixed to his arms, and a head that looked like a demon monster.

There was also a heavy tail dragging on the ground, spinning around in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, bringing up a few traces of blood.

It's crazy and heavy.

"Shen Qiu said, when you are beaten to half death, let the old man come to the rescue. But the old man waited for a long time, but he didn't see you beaten half to death, and you didn't play again, and this last fun was also snatched away by your powerful junior. ”

The indistinct voice, in the secret words of the soul, sounded in Liu Zhuoran's heart.

The remnant of the machine man said with a big grin:

"Get out, Shen Qiu is waiting for you on Fodu Island in the south, the ghosts and insects in this hidden building will be killed by the old man!"