Although the space blocked by the white thunder is more powerful, the requirements are also quite high, fortunately, Wu Zihao's divine soul strength is already comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of the peeping path, and there is not much difficulty in this regard, but for Yuan Ying, it is a great burden.

The cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage can be said to be Wu Zihao's biggest shortcoming, if he is allowed to step into the Soul Transformation Period, even if it is the early stage of the Transformation Spirit, this blockade is enough to truly block the heart and cause the greatest damage.

Although Bai Lei's own fury is much more docile under the fusion of source power, its destructive power is even worse before, Wu Zihao's Yuan Ying has only just condensed for a short time, and in the face of this level of force, he also uses his greatest ability to control and blockade Qiankun, which can be seen in the pressure on Yuan Ying.

Thunder Yuanying's eyes had already opened, and the tyrannical white thunder mark kept flickering, as if it might explode Yuanying and rush out in the next moment.

Yes!

The pain from Yuan Ying made Wu Zihao let out an extreme roar, and the white thunder mark in his left eye appeared, and the white thunder chain that had been suspended straight suddenly slid up, like a chainsaw.

Shocked to find that his body seemed to be torn apart under the pull of this chain, and this space was even more displaced and distorted under the pull of this chain.

Boom!

The formless sword gang finally couldn't withstand this strange amount of power, and the invincible sword intent shattered, turning into the most primitive spiritual power, imprisoned in space, and turned into a turbulent flow of spiritual power with the pull of the chain.

The collapse of the sword intent that was transformed by the sword path of the heart finally hurt this lonely great monk, and he realized that what he was facing was probably a great monk who was qualified to fight with him, and all the previous contempt and contempt were gone.

The space was cut into countless small pieces, and the heart-slashing body was under great pressure, even if he had the illusory sword shadow protection body, this real injury still made him very uncomfortable, monk, the physical body was their biggest shortcoming.

The body was suppressed in a small space, and the heart-cutting hands quickly pinched out the seal knot, and the spiritual power in the body gushed out like a tsunami, and the towering giant sword behind it frantically devoured this spiritual power, and the faint phantom seemed to have a slight tendency to condense.

A savage and clumsy aura erupted from the sword like a torrent, and it actually fought against this thunder chain, forming a strange balance between the two.

"Junior, your strength is really good, if my Sword Sect has a talent like you, why worry about the possibility of not being able to step into the first-level sect, it's just a pity, the old man vows to kill you today, so that you can see the true strength of the Spiritual Cultivator!"

He sincerely praised Wu Zihao's strength, but it was a pity that no junior in his Sword Sect could compare with Wu Zihao, even Xian Changfeng, who was known as the star of the Sword Sect, did not have such strength.

At this point, the heart slashed and unreservedly released all his strength, the majestic spiritual power like the sea came out, the essence in his eyes was as sharp as a sword, and the place where he passed made people feel a tingling sensation in the soul.

Nine Extremes Kendo, Turning the Wind!

Stretching out his hand and holding it towards the void, countless spiritual powers converged towards the heart-cutting arm, and the dazzling light was difficult to look at, and in an instant, a ten-meter-long spiritual power sword in his hand condensed.

Wu Zihao's first feeling was that this spiritual power sword was alive, and he couldn't tell his intellect.

The heart slasher, who had not moved his body all this time, took a step forward and disappeared directly in place, even the huge void sword shadow disappeared, and the chains that blocked the space seemed to have no target, but it made Wu Zihao feel extremely uncomfortable.

The blockade was difficult to continue, so it could only be lifted helplessly, that is, at this moment, a huge crisis appeared, Wu Zihao looked at the heart that suddenly appeared in front of him, and his heart sank, and his first thought was that this old guy would teleport.

The slender spiritual power sword slashed down like the wind, and an indescribable wind howled, and Wu Zihao even had the illusion that he was about to go with the wind.

Countless sword lights sprinkled down, firmly sealing Wu Zihao in the sword light, it seemed that at this moment, the heart was not only a monk, but also a sword-wielding swordsman, a superb master with extraordinary swordsmanship.

The Sword Sect, entering the Tao with a sword, has a peak comprehension of swordsmanship, and ordinary monks only fly with a sword, or kill the enemy with a divine sword, and only the Sword Sect can slash the heart of the sword that may integrate swordsmanship and magic.

The remaining monks who can experience a spiritual slaughter, which one is not extremely powerful, has a unique combat ability, and it is after experiencing that war that he really realizes, hundreds of years of immersion Yin has become his strongest attack.

If it is replaced by any monk to fight with the heart, it is definitely to fall into the disadvantage immediately, this kind of fighting method is not at all what the monk can get used to, once he is close, the consequences are unimaginable, and it is similar to the demon king of the spirit world.

Suppressing the horror in his heart and feeling the pain of his skin, Wu Zihao immediately summoned the demon king arm, and immediately strengthened his resistance to the spiritual power and sword qi, although it was still a little stinging, but it didn't have the kind of frightening that before.

Although he was not convinced, Wu Zihao still had to admit that his cultivation in Taoism was still a little worse, but he never thought that his fighting method was actually hand-to-hand combat, just as a monk, Wu Zihao had already lost.

Although the Terran monks in the cultivation world also have the same cultivation method as the heart slashing, they are only a minority after all, and very few can have the strength of him, after all, with the physical body in close combat, only the monks of the demon clan will like it, and relying on the strength of the physical body, it can exert several times the power.

Chopping Heart chose melee combat, and Wu Zihao had no choice but to take out the spear and fight with it, fortunately, he still had a good weapon, otherwise he would definitely fall into disadvantage.

Even so, Wu Zihao was still very shocked, this slashing heart was holding a spiritual power long sword more than ten meters long, the sword light wandered, and pieces of sword qi burst out with terrifying power, as ubiquitous as the wind, quite a bit of sword immortal-like demeanor, for a while Wu Zihao was suppressed to death, if it weren't for the strength of his own demon king's body, he would have been defeated long ago.

Like Wu Zihao's shock, he never thought that he would use the strength at the bottom of the box, and he would not have any way to take the junior in front of him, although he had the upper hand, it was difficult to cause fatal damage to the other party.

However, what was even more suspicious in Chop's heart was the armor on Wu Zihao's body, although because of the relationship between the thunder in his body, this demon king's armament had changed a lot, and the sparkling thunder brilliance covered up the original breath, but the familiar feeling still made Chopping Heart a little confused.

Two monks with the strength of the spiritual transformation period were fighting, and the spiritual power turbulence was scattered all over the sky, and it was like a hurricane in the city under him, which made those ordinary people tremble, but they watched with envy.

Nine Extremes Kendo, Break Lang!

Finally, I couldn't hold it back, and the heart slashing also raised the state of my body to the peak, and it was the second pole sword path in the Nine Extremes Sword Dao.

Turning into wind is to instantly strengthen the physical body and increase the speed to the limit, which is comparable to the speed of the great monk in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit, and breaking Lang is the real attack move, which can also be said to be a spell.

The space fell silent suddenly, and the heart-cutting face was strangely distorted, like a fierce beast about to go berserk, and the killing intent continued to rise, almost in an instant, the spiritual power around the body raged like a hurricane.

With the rapid slash of the long sword in the heart slashing hand, dense sword qi shot out all over the sky, and the sky was immediately replaced by the phantom of countless spiritual power long swords, like a hedgehog, with sharp spikes densely covered, making people unable to start.

This sword shadow rushed out, and it was really like a raging hurricane, with the potential to ride the wind to break through Lang and cut the river, making Wu Zihao feel in an instant that he was facing a force that could not be resisted by manpower, and even if it was an angry sea under this sword qi storm, it would definitely be torn to pieces.

Broken Lang is not only here, but he saw Wu Zihao's heavy face in this gap, and a sense of arrogance erupted in his heart, and he shouted violently: "Take my broken Lang immortal, I will spare you for the crime of disrespecting my Sword Sect, annihilate the Yuan Infant by yourself, and the old man will let you live!"

After fighting until now, Chopping Heart finally felt that he had a chance, and he should successfully kill the kid in front of him, but a thought suddenly came to his heart: This son will not die like this, but I still want to see what strength he has, and the thunder source power just now I don't know if the Dao is refining himself, or if he has a heavy treasure on his body.

With a complicated mood, after releasing the blow of Lang, the sword qi in the sky swept out with the momentum of tearing apart the space, and under this sword, even if it was a mountain, it would be flattened.

Old puppet, you really want my life!

Wu Zihao's eyes were cold, and he was furious in his heart, and his previous intention of trying to test his strength was gone, and an inexplicable killing intent arose.

Hula!

The golden wings more than ten meters long suddenly spread out, and they moved sideways at the moment when the sword qi storm approached, finally avoiding the place where the sword qi was at its peak.

Whew!

Avoided the center of the sword qi, but under this sword qi in the sky, it could not be completely avoided in a short moment, and the severe pain from his body overwhelmed Wu Zihao's reason, and under this majestic spiritual power sword qi, his body smashed uncontrollably to the ground, smashing into a floor.

The hard wall was as fragile as tofu under this scattered sword aura, but at this moment, this office building with more than thirty floors high broke into two in the blink of an eye.

Wu Zihao, who was in severe pain, half-narrowed his eyes, looking at the roof of the collapsed building above his head, the killing intent suddenly skyrocketed, not to mention whether there was anyone in the room upstairs, but this half of the high-rise building collapsed, I don't know how many people around the road will be affected, and dead people are inevitable.

"Heart-cutting old horseman, how many people are you going to kill!"

Enraged, Wu Zihao flapped his wings and soared into the air, looking at the half of the floor that had collapsed, the dust that had flooded half of the street, and those miserable shouts, all because of the dispute between the two monks.

Wu Zihao felt a little suffocated, these people died because of him, forgetting that they were fighting for life and death with others, and did not lead their hearts away from this place, this small negligence led to the death of these innocent people, and the guilt in his heart surged up like a tide.

The crowd of people who had gathered below to watch the excitement had long since dispersed, and the novelty and numbness just now were once again shrouded in the shadow of death, and they remembered that even a piece of shattered glass could take away their fragile lives, and they were not even qualified to look up.