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At this time, the torrential rain stopped.

The sky was piling up, and the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, like the lid of an eerie coffin pressed against the heads of the people of the world. The dark purple thunder and lightning are hidden in it, scurrying like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and will choose people to devour. The frost leaves were all over the mountain, but the ghost's blood-red lips cursed sharply in the hurricane.

Lu Qiming's expression became more and more calm. He raised his head slightly and looked ahead, and there was nothing in his mind.

It came, it went again. The clouds and smoke passed by.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he hugged Yuan Shouyi between the opening and closing of his palms, and his mind pursued the mysterious and mysterious rhyme between heaven and earth.

There are clouds in the ancient book "True Message". The Taoist is mixed, and the original vitality is born; the vitality derives from Taiji, and Taiji performs heaven and earth. Then everything is inextricably linked. Lu Qiming recited silently in his heart, and the meaning, qi, form, and spirit around his body gradually became more and more unified, and the power of his hands flowed through the clouds, which invisibly reflected the way of heaven and man.

In the eyes of Ji Mu and the others, Lu Qiming's palm technique was clearly getting slower and slower, and it was getting simpler and simpler, but they didn't feel the slightest bit of ease, but felt that their own aura was gradually fluctuating, and there was a faint tendency to be taken away by him.

With a little more force—the four of them all raised their strength again—and they could only do that. It's a pity that every time they exert a little more force, they fall deeper into it. There is nothing strange about Lu Qiming's palm, but it is as smooth as the rising tide of the sea and cannot be suppressed. They wanted to test Lu Qiming's limits, but it was they who first slipped into the abyss.

- When the four of them realized that they couldn't do anything, it was already too late.

The young man simply stood there, alone, but his momentum was as unshakable as Yue Zhiyuan, as if the power of all things in the world was gathered in his own palm.

In the terrible silence, Lu Qiming's palms suddenly turned, and he pressed down hard-

Break!

It is like the surging Yellow River bursting for thousands of miles, and in an instant, it is a landslide and a crack, and the stone is shattering!

The stalemate was like a dance on the tip of a knife, and at this moment, the tip of the knife finally broke - the air burst like a boil in a huge force, and the shape of the sword fist was smelted into a twisted shape, and the majestic momentum soared into the sky and broke through the clouds!

Lu Qiming's eyes suddenly turned sharp-

Kill!

In an instant, the red leaves were scattered, and the wind and clouds swept through the sky like a torrent, reflecting in the enlarged pupils of everyone—the figures of the four people of the Trick Gate shook violently, and they flew backwards with a bang, spurting out a mouthful of blood in unison!

Hua Yue fell to the ground suddenly, her eyes unspeakably shocked. Ghost Face and Georgie's breath also plummeted, and their strength was difficult to continue for a while. Wei Jimu's pale face was filled with even more intense fanaticism.

He half-knelt on the ground, raised his face and stared at Lu Qiming's eyes fixedly, and actually hooked his lips and smiled. It was a smile that was a mixture of innocence and evil.

Ji Mu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "Why don't you use your sword?

Before the words fell, Ji Mu had already decided to slash towards Lu Qiming again. In the roaring sword aura, the expression between his eyebrows was calm to the point of almost madness, even faster than before!

Lu Qiming raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to meet him.

Accompanied.

The sword intent palm was instantaneous, and the battle became one.

The speed at which the two fought was so fast that Kazuki couldn't even keep up with their eyesight, and even though Ghost Face and Qiao Ji had a higher level of cultivation, they could only wander around for a while, not daring to intervene hastily for fear of being injured by mistake.

The wind swept the red flowers and leaves, and the two of them staggered and swirled rapidly, and the air and machine collided like a brilliant sea. The world surrounded them, as if they had become the middle of the vast heavens and the earth.

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Time passes. The surprise in Lu Qiming's heart accumulated more and more, and finally it was almost an unbelievable emotion-Ji Mu, how did he do it?

In terms of cultivation as strength and weakness, at this moment, Lu Qiming is superior to Ji Mu in terms of strength by a whole realm, and Lu Qiming also knows that he will never leave a hand; in this case, how can Ji Mu, who is already seriously injured, keep up? Doesn't he have a limit?

Indeed, everyone can see that Lu Qiming has an absolute advantage, but as long as he has a palm print on Ji Mu's body, Ji Mu may not be able to save his life. However, since the two have fought each other, they have never touched each other from beginning to end! If it were any one person, they would have died more than once in such a battle, but Ji Mu could still hold on.

Every moment he seemed to be about to catch up, but every time he inexplicably continued the coherence of that breath at the last moment.

- It's a fighting instinct, a terrifying instinct.

If it weren't for the wrong situation at this moment, Lu Qiming would have wanted to applaud him. At least in a different place, Lu Qiming thinks that he will not be able to do something like Ji Mu.

An elder once commented that he was actually not good at fighting. His victories have always been based only on his superiority over others, not on how strong his fighting skills are. It's just that his victories have always been too easy to come by, so the battle has no special meaning for him, and he doesn't even care about victory or defeat. He had no real fighting spirit in his heart.

"Then how should the disciple change?" he continued to ask for advice at the elder's words.

"I can't change it!" the elder looked at him and said angrily: "As soon as I heard your words, I knew that you didn't want to change it at all!"

At that time, Lu Qiming only had a wry smile. But he didn't deny it.

Isn't it enough to be superior to his opponent? Regardless of whether he has the will to fight in his heart or not, as long as the final result is that he wins, isn't this matter already done?

- That's exactly what he thought.

Now the fight with Ji Mu, although it is not enough to make Lu Qiming immediately reverse his cognition, he is indeed slightly moved in his heart.

Ji Mu's exquisite face was close at hand, his eyes looked at him warmly, and he didn't even let go of the knife for a moment, it was like a fire burning. His expression was extremely calm—a calmness that didn't even matter to his life, and that calmness was suppressed with magma longing.

Lu Qiming suddenly remembered what Princess An Lan had said.

"Ji Mu is very difficult to kill. ”

Lu Qiming's eyes closed slightly, and he turned sideways to avoid a wave of qi containing knife intent, pushed his right hand one by one, and then lightly crossed a trajectory with his vertical palm-it seemed to outsiders to be the same as before, but Ji Mu, who was in it, had a numb scalp, only to feel a chill rushing up his brain along his vertebrae, and it was too late to instinctively want to retreat-

In an instant, the sword momentum had uncontrollably backed up against its master, and the true power between the meridians suddenly reversed, and a large amount of blood continued to overflow from Ji Mu's mouth and nose.

This shocking scene suddenly shocked the rest of the people, but they couldn't recognize the reversal rule that Lu Qiming had imposed on Ji Mu anyway.

Seeing that the nine-string knife was about to slash at his head, Ji Mu's eyes were still silent and fierce. The sharp pain in his body almost made him unable to lift his breath, but he gritted his teeth and did not say a word, but his eyes were full of cruelty-

Seven streaks of blood splattered out suddenly, and they were immediately swept away by the hurricane into a bright red mist; in the sound of the wind, the bells made a crisp sound, and something flew to the ground, and it was actually seven bone-devouring nails with a strange dark red color! Ji Mu actually forced out the prison lock nailed to his body!

"Childe-"

Seeing this scene, Georgie's face suddenly turned pale, and he fell to his knees with a bang, only hating himself for being incompetent. He knew what a terrible price it was.

Next to her, Hanatsuki was startled by his roar, and when she turned around, she saw that Qiao Ji had tears streaming down her face, and she was uneasy and confused in her heart...... Is there anything wrong? He's already able to—

At the moment when Ji Mu resolutely broke the Bone Devouring Nail, he had already regained control of his body in an almost self-destructive way, as well as all the cultivation that had been blocked by the Bone Devouring Nail before.

It would be impossible for anyone to exert his full strength if he was half of his injuries at the moment, but Ji Mu's momentum soared to the peak in an instant under the burning of his spiritual qi!

The blood had soaked half of his clothes in the blink of an eye, but he seemed to be unconscious, and without even a trace of respite, Ji Mu silently tightened the hand holding the handle of the nine-string knife.

He stabbed again.

......

The sound was gone.

The light is gone.

The world is gone.

- No one can describe the knife. It's like no one has ever seen such a ruthless and desperate knife.

It has no name, no complex imagery, and no lingering charm.

It has a handle, a spine, a back, a blade, and a tip.

It's just a knife, the purest knife, the most primitive knife.

Knife killing.

This knife kills.

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A soft sigh scattered with the wind.

Even Ji Mu himself didn't know that everything that happened to him was just in line with the characteristics of the soul domain. This knife penetrates the power of the origin of the soul domain, and from the moment it is born, it is already destined that the soul domain will realize the will of Ji Mu in this sword in a regular way. At that moment, Ji Mu's will was so strong, so strong that nothing could shake it.

The will says, "The sword will strike."

A maple leaf fluttered, and the back was stained with a drop of red blood like a coral bead.

Time freezes.

Everyone who witnessed this scene silently held their breath, and even Ji Mu's eyes reflected a brief confusion. And yet it happened.

The nine-string pitch-black blade pierced the boy's left lung. A wisp of blood slowly trickled from the corner of his lips, staining it with the color of mortals.

Lu Qiming smiled helplessly.

Because this is the Soul Domain, he has obtained the power of Cheng Yuan, and he is almost omnipotent by using the rules. But it was also because this was the Soul Domain, so he couldn't avoid Ji Mu's knife - at that moment, the Soul Domain's suppression of him was extremely powerful, so that he couldn't fight back at all, and could only barely move past the fatal place, and he didn't recover until the knife was hit.

Lu Qiming's expression was a little complicated. I'm afraid Ji Mu himself doesn't know how this knife was hit.

Ji Mu really didn't expect it. At this moment, even with the strength of his mind, he still couldn't help but feel stunned for a moment. Although he immediately realized that he should stir the blade to amplify the damage, it was too late to slow down.

Lu Qiming raised his hand and snatched Ji Mu's weapon, but stopped. The pitch-black knife was still destroying his body, and the pain deepened with each breath, and Lu Qiming pressed one hand on the handle of the knife, but his eyes looked Ji Mu up and down, his eyes were a little puzzled. He suddenly asked, "What are you going to do with your own injuries?"

In addition to Ji Mu himself, only Lu Qiming knew best the price Ji Mu paid when he broke free from his "reversal of the rules". In other words, Lu Qiming couldn't even think of how Ji Mu would have to survive, and in this situation, why would he think about something else, such as-

Ji Mu's face was so pale and transparent at the moment, and his bones trembled uncontrollably, but his eyes were still amazingly sharp.

He seemed to have forgotten that he had no sword in his hand, so he stared intently at Lu Qiming's eyes, and gasped: "What about your sword? What about the sword you didn't come out of at that time? The rest of your stuff is boring...... If you want my life, you can only use kendo!"

Lu Qiming couldn't help but shake his head and didn't answer. He slowly pulled out the knife embedded in his body, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but his hand was extremely steady.

Ji Mu's pupils dilated slightly.

Something shocking and inexplicable happened-with Lu Qiming's movements, instead of spurting more blood, the wound miraculously began to recover, and even the blood stains on his clothes were rapidly disappearing!

"Then ......," Mr. Lu said.

A clean maple leaf floats leisurely down the mountain.

"Let's do it all over again. ”