The wind on the stage was terrible, like a howl.

Without waiting for Zhu Luan to stand firm, Duan Lizheng's second sword came.

No, not just the second sword.

A continuous stream of terrifying crashes rang out.

Duan Lizheng took out seven swords in a row.

Every sword was so powerful that it made people tremble, and such a terrifying sword move like peeling bones and flesh was actually used by him like an angry wave, and he was as fierce as killing them all.

Zhu Luan had no way to retreat, every time he turned around, he would be forced to the end in the other direction, and all the four corners of the martial arts platform were all turned around, until the seven swords were all over, Zhu Luan's back was against the shaky defensive array, and with a poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth again.

The sword shadows and cold light that filled the audience were so cold and thick that there was no need to raise another sword to cover the flames that had disappeared with the wind.

And Duan Lizheng held the sword, standing quietly in the middle of the field, looking at the seriously injured girl with an expressionless face.

"Why did Li Zheng do so ruthlessly?" Under the locust tree, Hong Shan stared at the picture on the stage with wide eyes, "This...... Do you want her life? ”

However, there was a dead silence around him and no one answered his words, Hong Shan turned his head in confusion, but saw Li Wenyao beside him looking straight at the high platform, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled a little.

He looked at the stage in disbelief and muttered, "Seven Killing Sword ......"

"Seven Killing Sword? This is the Seven Kills Sword? Hong Shan gasped, and Nianhuazang and Liang Ziliang on the side looked difficult to look at when they heard this.

"It's actually the Seven Killing Sword," a military attache on the observation deck looked at Chen Shanchang and Mr. Nanshan, who were sitting on the side, and couldn't hide their shock in their eyes.

The Seven Killing Sword is the most powerful sword technique in Ziyang Academy.

But what is unusual is that although the Seven Killing Sword is the most powerful, it is not the Mountain Gate Sword Technique of Ziyang Academy.

As for the reason, it can also be seen from the name of the swordsmanship.

There are seven kinds of homicide in the Great Zhou Law, which are called seven killings.

Although the Seven Kills Sword is the most powerful, the sword moves are too powerful and too lethal, and it is a way to kill them all, which is contrary to benevolence and righteousness.

In ordinary battles, it is rarely used by Ziyang Academy students.

Du Haoqian narrowed his eyes.

In a sense, Duan Lizheng's swordsmanship at this time was somewhat similar to the girl's sword of killing.

It's all murderous.

But the murderous aura of the two gives people a somewhat different feeling.

It's hard for Du Haoqian to tell what's different, but one thing is certain.

Duan Lizheng's Seven Killing Sword did not hesitate, it was coherent and free, murderous, and extremely powerful.

Belonging to the deep true yuan in the middle stage of the ascending pole, and the secret sword with huge lethality, he has no mercy for this woman, and even said that he really wants to put this woman to death.

Although the seven swords had ended, the woman had not yet fallen, but Du Haoqian knew that it was only a matter of time.

At this time, she can barely stand, which can be regarded as a blessing for her to have broken through the realm and transformed into a yuan.

But that's all there is to it.

Because even if she broke through the realm on the spot, there was still a higher threshold between her and Duan Lizheng.

This threshold is really high, very high, as long as there is this threshold, any hard work, chance, luck, courage, and will are nothing more than floating clouds.

This is the ascending pole.

If Huayuan is the highest pinnacle that an ordinary practitioner can achieve in his lifetime, then ascending to the extreme is the watershed that divides ordinary people from geniuses.

Get to the top of the ladder.

This is the ascending pole.

As long as Duan Lizheng still ascended to the extreme realm, then everything this woman did was in vain.

"Hey......" Hong Shan sighed as he looked at the dismal injuries on the woman on the stage, "Well, even if you can break through the realm on the spot, it's useless to meet Duan Lizheng." ”

He shook his head, "If you really have the ability, there is still hope for breaking through the realm and ascending to the extreme." ”

Nian Huazang glanced at him, "Ten thousand steps back, she can barely mobilize such a large-scale Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi." ”

He sneered, "Breaking through the realm and ascending to the extreme, do you want her meridians to burst and die?" ”

"Indeed," Hong Shan smiled wryly.

The further you go in the cultivation realm, the more dangerous it becomes.

But among all the realms, the Ascending Extreme Breaking Realm is also extremely special.

Hong Shan himself is actually enough Zhenyuan, but he has never dared to break through the realm and ascend to the extreme, just because......

The death rate is very high.

Ascending to the pole is the threshold that separates ordinary people from geniuses.

It is in this realm that the cultivator's cultivation style will change dramatically, and the true yuan will increase explosively, while at the same time, the requirements for the width of the meridians will be extremely high.

If the meridians of the cultivators of the Transformation Yuan Realm are a small stream, the meridians that can accommodate the true yuan of the cultivators of the Ascending Extreme Realm must be a big river.

And if the water from a large river is poured into a small stream, the container will burst before it is filled.

Therefore, it takes at least a year to broaden the meridians day and night to temper the strength of the body.

Even so, there would still be a large number of cultivators in the Transformation Yuan Realm who would not be able to withstand the infusion of a large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and when they broke through the realm, their meridians would be completely broken, or even burst to death.

Many cultivators at the peak of the Transformation Yuan did not dare to reach the Extreme in their lifetimes, and countless young talents died on this path.

It is difficult to go to Shu and it is difficult to go to the sky.

And it is such a life and death level that can only be obtained after crossing that kind of power.

And only cultivators who have ascended to the extreme realm are the true chosen ones in the cultivation world.

No matter how old you are, as long as you enter the Ascending Extreme Realm, you are a different existence in this world.

Ascending to the pole is such a difficult existence.

And Duan Lizheng, who entered the pole at the age of fourteen and was already in the middle stage of the pole at the age of fifteen, was far beyond the scope of genius, and could only be called a demon.

Under such a huge realm gap, the other party still did not spare his hand.

How could this woman be his opponent?

Not to mention the odds of winning, now that Duan Lizheng has used the Seven Killing Sword, whether her life can be saved is a question.

The terrifying sound sounded again, and an extremely violent sword intent once again arose from the cold moon in Duan Lizheng's hand, and behind the extremely fierce killing intent was the majestic true yuan that came from all over the world.

A fierce blow from a martial artist of the Ascending Realm.

Who can stop it?

There was a loud bang.

It was as if the heavens and the earth were trembling

A large roar rang out.

Zhu Luan was finally hit by Han Yue's sword and smashed heavily on the defensive array.

She vomited a large mouthful of blood, and it slid down like a rag bag, leaving a large slicing of blood in the air, and under the cover of the cold moonlight sword light, it turned into a blood-like fire.

She struggled, but didn't get up for a moment.

After a moment's pause, she struggled to prop herself up on the hilt of her sword, gasping for breath.

Duan Lizheng's expression was unwavering, but he didn't know if it was the reflection of the sword light, and his face was a little pale.

"Give up," he said lightly as he looked at the girl who was kneeling on one knee and holding the hilt of her sword and refused to fall.

"You can't be my match now."

Zhu Luan's hands were folded, and he clenched the hilt of the naked sword and raised his head.

Her cheeks were covered with black ash, but her eyes were amazingly bright.

"I will not give up," the girl said quietly.

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