Why is time always linked to time?

Because time is always moving away at the speed of light.

Why is life and death always opposites?

Because all human beings are born to die, and there is no way to avoid it.

Why do the stars and rivers turn and all beings have a dharma?

Because the avenue is emotional, but it is always ruthless, grinding the world.

However, what kind of power can stop the flow of time and freeze the brilliance for a moment?

What kind of power can solve the mystery of life and death and reverse the order of yin and yang?

What kind of power can say the most ruthless and reciprocating traces of life?

Only one sword, just one sword!

This sword is the answer!

"Sword Twenty-Three..."

Jiang Zhiwei's bright and moving face showed a trace of stiffness and stunned that she had never seen before.

She had also exchanged this sword move in the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, but it was still difficult to use it.

I never thought that at this moment, Duan Zhen, who had always claimed to be mediocre in the way of the sword, would actually use this outright Yuan Shen Sword.

The light of her sword that came out of the selfless restraint was like fireflies and bright moons, dust and thousands of miles compared to the sword light that had begun to burn.

Woooooooooooo

In the room where the two of them were, there was a very small whistling on the ground.

And the surrounding environment is becoming more and more light and dark.

There are no heavens, no earth, no mountains and rivers, no sun, moon and stars, no four seasons, no all living beings.

It was as if at this moment, everything had turned into a hazy shadow.

I can see it, but I can no longer touch it.

And at this time, a crystal clear brilliance had risen on Zhen's body, which was diametrically opposed to all the nothingness around him.

The sword qi at his fingertips touched the void without hindrance, and crossed the brilliance of the sword's selfless evolution.

Not a single voice was raised, nor was there any life.

The tables and chairs around him, the burnt incense, the fluttering curtains, the air, the dust, the night, and Jiang Zhiwei holding the long sword.

All of this has become a freeze-frame pattern in his eyes.

It seems that as long as you continue to poke lightly, you can tear it apart completely.

Everything began to freeze, as if time had truly stood still in this moment.

The power of the primordial spirit briefly interferes with the time of a field, causing it to slow down or even freeze.

This is the infinite power of the twenty-third style of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!

If the Heavenly Sword represents the realm of the metaphysical and the operation of the Heavenly Principles, then this style of Sword Twenty-Three is a complete magic sword.

The passage of time, the operation of life and death, all living beings and all things, are permanent.

And this sword, it is necessary to block the brakes in an extraordinary way!

"My Genshin..."

Duan Zhen froze at this sword, only to feel that his mind was about to drift away to an infinitely high level.

It was as if it was about to be separated from the flesh, but it could not be completely transcended.

His body froze suddenly, and a trace of blood cracked in his eyes.

"Knock knock knock!"

At this time, his heart jumped to an extremely violent level, and layers of fine and terrifying wounds on his body suddenly rose.

And he felt that in his mind, there was a kind of mysterious power that was rapidly dissipating.

It was the power of his primordial soul.

Under this sword, even though he relied on the spiritual thoughts contained in the Great Evil King, he began to burn everything in him.

"So powerful..."

Duan Zhen muttered to himself as blood spilled out.

His body, under the power of the fourth order of the gene lock, began to repair itself.

But in the perception at the cellular level, there is a situation where even genes are about to collapse.

The twenty-three Heaven Destroying Jedi Sword has never been used only by the soul of the Yuan God.

He couldn't use it, but with the spiritual thoughts contained in the Great Evil King, he relied on his own synchronization to move, and even his physical body was affected.

"Brother Duan! Stop! ”

Just when Duan Zhen wanted to collect his sword move and disperse the infinite power that was almost about to freeze this moment, there were anxious shouts from the outside world.

When he turned his head to look, he could see the figures of Meng Qi and the others, outside the door.

They were anxious and frustrated, and they tried their best, but they still couldn't break the scene that was frozen like a picture curtain.

"Boom, boom!"

Duan Zhen glanced at Jiang Zhiwei, who couldn't even tremble in his eyes, and finally caressed the Great Evil King again, recovering all his strength.

The sense of light returns, and the sound and color enter the heart.

It was as if time had been corrected again, and the state of running furiously was restored.

Immediately followed by a bang, the White Rainbow Piercing Sun Sword turned into inch pieces, and landed crisply.

And after just one breath, the fragments and even the sword hilt and spike were completely turned into powder.

Jiang Zhiwei stumbled a few steps, and was supported by Meng Qi and the others behind her.

"Zhiwei! Are you okay! ”

Meng Qi looked at Jiang Zhiwei with concern, as if she had lost her mind, and her eyes rose with intense anxiety.

He closed his eyes for a moment, only to find that the other party had no wounds, but he still did not come back to his senses.

"She's fine, I'll stop."

Duan Zhen's voice came one after another, but there was a bit of an urn.

Everyone immediately looked at him, and saw that Duan Zhen was already in tatters at this time.

Even the eyeballs turned into a mess of plasma.

"This..."

Zhao Heng and Qi Zhengyan both jumped in their hearts when they saw this, and their brows furrowed.

And Ruan Yushu also snorted, covering his mouth in disbelief.

They thought that Jiang Zhiwei had been injured by Duan Zhen, but when they turned their heads and saw Duan Zhen's physical state at the moment, the trace of resentment that had just risen in their hearts immediately disappeared.

On the contrary, he became a little ashamed.

"Brother Duan, your body..."

Meng Qi was also taken aback when he saw this scene.

He hurriedly slapped open the storage artifact, ready to take out the healing elixir inside.

Speaking of which, Jiang Zhiwei turned back late at night to find Duan Zhen to compare swords, and they also discussed it together.

One can completely see Duan Zhen's strength, and the other can also let Jiang Zhiwei take a look at different swordsmanship.

The Taishang Sword Sutra of the Sword Pavilion is particular about accepting the swords of a hundred schools and integrating them into the heart.

And under the sympathy of the breath, Duan Zhen is also outrageous.

Unexpectedly, not long after Jiang Zhiwei entered the room, the situation became so grim after only a few breaths of fighting.

At the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, everyone has also really understood the sword move of Sword Twenty-three.

Jiang Zhiwei has even exchanged it, but it is difficult to evolve at present.

It was a powerful sword technique that could only be vigorously unfolded at least until the peak of the exterior scene and even the Dharma Body, without damaging itself.

I didn't expect Duan Zhen to do the same, and he evolved directly.

At this time, isn't he already suffering from backlash?

"I'm fine, little wound."

Duan Zhen shook his head, and the sound of the urn had begun to return to its original state.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw that his body began to close between breaths, and one after another terrible injuries recovered.

The cracked, bleeding, torn eyes were sticking on their own.

In ten breaths, Duan Zhen was as if he was unharmed, and he returned to his normal appearance.

It's just that there is still a blood mark on his eyebrows, which seems to be still dripping with blood, and it can't be recovered.

"Ahh

Ruan Yushu suddenly let out a low snort, his face slightly red and avoided his eyes.

The twenty-three and one swords were cast, and even Duan Zhen's body was full of holes, not to mention his clothes.

At this time, there was really no trace of it, and there were still blood stains on his skin.

His body is already perfectly polished, and every big tendon is full of visual shock.

Coupled with the blood flowing casually in the center of his eyebrows, he really looks like a demon god who comes out of blood.

"It's abrupt."

Duan Zhenchao confessed to Ruan Yushu, who had already avoided his sight, and casually pulled a rough silk cloth and covered his body.

In this era, textile technology has also progressed, and there is still no shortage of cloth.

He calmly walked forward, ignoring Ruan Yushu, who was retreating cautiously, and looked at Jiang Zhiwei, who was still stunned.

He touched the wound on his brow that still hadn't healed, and his brow began to wrinkle.

Isn't this sword that even he can't grasp hurt Jiang Zhiwei's primordial spirit?

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