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Grandmaster-level cultivators have strong senses, and any subtle changes in the body can be clearly reflected in the sea of consciousness.

Wan Qian Mountain is too unexpected!

Zhuo Zangfeng stretched his arms and crawled out of the dirt pit.

The White Horse Gap Sword landed on his side, picked it up easily, and suddenly felt a warm current automatically surging into the palm of his hand.

His perception of the sea was originally vague, and his perception became somewhat clear.

The vitality of the dantian qi sea seemed to be more full, and the meridians and acupoints were also swelling a lot.

This is already a real martial arts eight-rank realm cultivation.

Countless people who were desperately fighting saw the demon powerhouse make a move, and immediately retreated.

Zhuo Zangfeng stubbornly stood up and gathered all the vitality of the dantian qi sea.

The White Horse Passing Sword suddenly emitted a sword light.

After He Bikong and the Black Skull Monk shook open his sword element, the mortal sword element was quickly absorbed and transformed into vitality.

His accumulation of vitality can already compete with the cultivators of the same martial arts realm.

But his real cultivation is only the Nine Grades of Martial Arts Realm.

The amount of vitality is not the same as the realm of cultivation. In the absence of the Supreme Sword Yuan that was truly fused into the body, it was too early to make any decisions.

The magic sword strikes again.

There is no need to fly at high altitude, because at such a close distance, Wan Ling Shan does not have to control the flying sword with his mind at all.

In this way, the magic instilled directly from the palm of the sword to the body of the sword is even more vigorous, like the weight of a small mountain.

Zhuo Zangfeng was shaken open again, and was once again nailed into the solid ground like a stake.

This time, though, his consciousness was clear. Zhihai was like a churning lake, and the pain spread quickly throughout the body.

He knew very well that Zhihai was not damaged in the slightest.

Blood escaped from the corners of his mouth, and Zhuo Zangfeng gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

Suddenly, he sensed that a new sword element appeared in the sea.

After the supreme magic method of "Forging Sword Thousand Flowers" was opened, there were a total of 99,999 sword yuan in his dantian qi sea.

In addition to the 99,900 mortal sword yuan that had been shaken open by He Bikong and the black skeleton monk, and now it had turned into its own vitality, Zhuo Zangfeng also had 99 sword yuan in his body.

The sword element is divided into the upper three grades, the middle three grades, and the lower three grades, which correspond to the upper grade sword element, the middle grade sword element, and the lower grade sword element. Among them, the lower grade sword yuan is the mortal grade sword element.

What Zhuo Zangfeng was able to use now was the mortal sword yuan that accounted for the vast majority of the dantian qi sea, that is, those who were vigorous and powerful enough to compete with the cultivators of the First Rank Martial Fu Realm.

The first sword of Wan Qian Mountain swung out, shattering and splitting his mortal sword yuan, relying on the powerful accumulation, those sword yuan recondensed.

And the second sword of the Demon Gate Elder came like a mountain, and in an instant, the middle and third-grade sword yuan stored in Zhuo Zangfeng's body was shaken open, and it flowed in the young man's dantian qi in the form of vitality, endlessly.

This second sword opened up the ninety sword elements of the three grades in Zhuo Zangfeng.

In other words, it was this sword that allowed him to step into the realm of the Eight Rank Martial Arts.

Zhuo Zangfeng stepped forward, and this time the sword qi of the white horse passing through the gap was even fuller, and the sword qi was like a river bursting its embankment.

Wan Lingshan was surprised, his heart moved at will, and the magic sword shot again.

If the power of the magic sword is like a giant mountain that has not been civilized in ancient times, Zhuo Zangfeng's White Horse Crossing Sword is a nameless mountain.

The two huge forces met, and the sword qi canceled each other out.

The blue light on the magic sword became more and more grand, instantly devouring the sword qi on the white horse passing through the gap sword.

Zhuo Zangfeng snorted, and was knocked down to the bottom of the pit by the sword qi again.

The sand and gravel flew out, and only one head was exposed in his whole body.

This time, it will be difficult for him to survive again.

Liu Daci shrank behind Wan Ling Mountain, and his slightly nervous expression was finally relieved.

The Demon Gate Elder glanced at the head that was sticking out of the ground, as if to determine if the boy was dead.

This old demon with an extremely high cultivation realm had doubts for the first time in the face of a young man in a low realm.

He had never doubted his magic sword.

This time it was an exception, and it was also a rejection of his confidence.

However, Zhuo Zangfeng jumped out of the pit again.

He rose up with a strong mind. He knew he must not fall, he must not lose his mind at this time.

Zhihai is a little clearer again. The meridians are also growing.

He sensed that the three sword elements in the sea of dantian qi were shattered and turned into a ball of golden vitality.

Under this sword, the middle three-grade sword yuan was dissolved, fused with the vitality in the body, and stored in the dantian qi sea.

Zhuo Zangfeng gritted his teeth and took a step, his cultivation had already entered the seventh-rank martial arts realm.

He looked directly at the fierce and fierce old devil, the corners of his mouth twitched, with a will not to give in. Then he moved, and there was immediately a circulation of vitality around his body.

"Whew!"

The white horse sword suddenly flew out, and the sword aura became even more awe-inspiring. It's like a cold wind that breaks down the gula under the raging dark clouds of winter.

Wan Lingshan was surprised.

What kind of realm is this young man? For a moment and a half, the old devil who has cultivated to the top really doesn't understand the way of human cultivation.

Look at his sword moves, look at his footwork, and look at his bland but extremely grand sword intent.

This young man's cultivation realm is not high, but how can his sword qi be so strong?

The magic sword came out again, and the sword wind was fierce, and it was by no means a decaying yellow leaf that withered and weakened in winter.

Then Zhuo Zangfeng was shaken away again.

He stood up quickly, standing as tall as a mountain, once again condensing his sword intent, emitting a breathtaking sword aura in the wind and night.

Zhuo Zangfeng was once again rushed out by the sword qi, and this time when he fell heavily, he quickly stood up.

"Whew!"

The White Pony Gap Sword lit up the night sky again.

This is the ninth sword.

All the magic power of Wan Ling Mountain was poured into the magic sword.

A power from Hongmeng, from the ancients, from the powerful demon stars suddenly gushed out.

If this sword intent cannot be recovered, it will be enough to destroy everything here.

However, Zhuo Zangfeng had to carry it alone.

He had to resist this irresistible force with a white horse passing sword.

Like a wind blowing the leaves, like the leaves burning in a blazing fire.

A figure was once again shocked into the air, and then fell to the ground in a whirlpool caused by the sword qi, and was driven into the ground like a nail. Only one head was visible on the ground.

As he was nailed into the ground at an immeasurable speed, the bluestone exploded from the ground, and the earth recombined and squeezed tightly as soon as his body fell.

This made him **** suffocated, it was difficult to breathe, and his face turned purple and then turned pale again.

The rain that fell on the ground flowed down the low-lying places, and with the blood on the ground, gradually merged into a small stream.

The water was silent, and the red stagnant water gradually flooded the top of Zhuo Zangfeng's head, and then the water found a gap and flowed down the silent young man's face.

Once the infiltration point was found, the flow of water quickly decreased, and his head resurfaced.

The boy closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless.

Soon, several drops of blood fell from his nostrils, seeping into the soil below.

The stagnant water was limited, and finally it all flowed into the soil where he was sheltered.

Under the ninth sword, his entire body and strong will seemed to shatter at the same time in an instant.

Zhihai suddenly became extremely dark, and he could no longer breathe.

Liu Daci was ecstatic in his heart, this difficult teenager finally died. (To be continued.) )