All things are born and overcome each other, and disasters fall from heaven, which are all following the law of balance, and all things arise because of a balance point, and they all have a balance point.

Lan Jiechen wanted to find the balance point of these mad weapons, and break this balance point one by one, so as to fundamentally smash these weapons.

It's easier said than done.

How to perfectly combine the human eye and mind, how to find a breakthrough, peel off the cocoon, quickly find the balance point, and even several, dozens, dozens of balance points fuse with each other to form an indestructible defense point.

These connected equilibrium points cannot be broken one by one, and the entire link network must be broken at the same time in an instant to be completely broken.

Fuxi's gossip eye and the eye of repentance are worthy of being mysterious and powerful eye inheritance, Lan Jiechen originally had nothing to do with the heart eye, but because of their existence, the eyes were able to evolve, plus Lan Juechen's divine sense is not very human, everything becomes inevitable.

Sore, Rao is the body of a green dragon, after such a high-load battle for a day and a night, Lan Juechen was extremely sore, and several times he almost broke free from the broken sword in his hand and let the tiger return to the mountain.

The broken sword in Lan Juechen's hand didn't know how many weapons it had absorbed, but instead of evolving and repairing its body, it looked even more dilapidated, covered in rust, and Zadlan Juechen was drenched in blood and faintly painful.

The power of breaking the sword has also become more powerful, and many times after Lan Jiechen finds the weakness of the weapon, he has his heart to the way of the sword, and instantly cuts the weakness of the weapon, and does it in one go, without giving the other party any room to fight back or escape.

Two days later, the strength of the broken sword's trembling decreased a lot again, and it seemed that it had slowly recognized Lan Jiechen.

Seven days later. The broken sword no longer trembled, when Lan Jiechen's body was exhausted. It will even give back strength to Lan Jiechen, so that Lan Jiechen can get through the most difficult time. When Lan Jiechen is almost recovered, he will stop giving feedback to Lan Jiechen's power.

Half a month later, Lan Jiechen was like a beggar, his hair was scattered and fluffy, covered in dirt, exuding an unpleasant metallic smell, his eyes were dark and deep, flashing with strange light, and he was bright. Full of spirit, not as embarrassed as it seems.

The clothes on his body had already disappeared, and Hua Qiluo summoned the flower vine to put a layer of vine armor on Lan Juechen, which did not have much defensive effect, but it made Lan Juechen not feel the awkward feeling when he was in Chiguoguo.

Now, the broken sword has completely succumbed to Lan Jiechen, and the cooperation of one person and one sword is intimate, so Lan Jiechen has gained an endless stream of strength, and his heart and eyes have been quickly tempered.

Lan Jiechen didn't know when it was an end. Maybe it's when he has a great eye and plays freely, or maybe it's after he smashes all his weapons.

He no longer cared about the passage of time, after the broken sword surrendered to him. He was able to devote himself more intensively to the cultivation of the heart eye.

A month later, the weapons of the Sword Mountain Hell didn't seem to have changed at all, the weapons that filled the sky. Dense, tyrannical air flying everywhere. Those who are angry and have a weak mind. It's easy to go astray and be led into the devil's way.

After the fusion of human nature and demonic nature, Lan Jiechen was not affected by these grievances, and seemed to have reached a perfect balance point, indestructible, more thorough than the fusion of divinity and human nature, and could not be attacked.

Half a year later, the number of weapons has been reduced by one percent, and the changes in Daoshan Hell have been vaguely seen, Lan Jiechen and Broken Sword cooperate with each other, support each other, and feedback each other, making Lan Jiechen tireless, breaking through the limits of his body again and again.

The body of the green dragon actually began to rise, reaching a critical point, and was about to break through to the middle level. The bones in the body have been dyed with a thin, faint golden veil, looming, if there is nothing, but it is a good sign.

Lan Jiechen guessed that when the bones of his body were completely transformed into golden bones, it must be when he broke through the body of the green dragon, and the breakthrough of the body of the green dragon would also cause a series of effects, and the cultivation that was stagnant now would also break through.

Lan Jiechen knew that the broken sword in his hand was comparable to a magic sword, like a drug, and with this magic sword, he had endless power, and his body was tireless, and he had always maintained a state full of fighting spirit.

I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse, Lan Jiechen has not felt any side effects at present.

A year later, the weapon in the sky has been shattered by one-tenth of Lan Jiechen and the broken sword, the broken sword is no longer so broken, the gap eroded by the years has healed, but the whole body is still rusty and mottled, like an iron sheet in the corner of a scrap iron yard, and the appearance is also simple and ugly.

Lan Jiechen hadn't eaten anything or drunk a drop of water for a year, but he was still full of energy and energy, his long beard made Lan Juechen look a little too mature, and the rattan armor on his body was like a wild man in the mountains.

Lan Juechen's whole body bones have been dyed with a thin layer of gold, and the strength of his flesh has made a qualitative leap, and the blade is slashed, still the skin and flesh are open, and the gold and blood are splashed everywhere, but he can no longer see the bones deep with the knife.

A year and a half later, Lan Jiechen's beard had grown past his chin, his body was full of golden light, and his fighting spirit was surging, and half of the weapons in the Sword Mountain Hell were shattered and absorbed by Lan Jiechen and the broken sword.

The color of Lan Juechen's bones has become darker, and the strength of his body has been improved a lot, I don't know if the weapons are afraid, or the stamina is insufficient, the wounds caused are only half of the before, these injuries are jokingly called skin injuries by Lan Juechen, they still look tragic, dripping with blood, and the blood is stained all over the body, but they can no longer hurt Lan Jiechen's roots, and there is no need for Lan Jiechen to care.

The broken sword can no longer be called a broken sword, it has transformed into a complete sword, although the rust still occupies half of the broken sword, but the exquisite outline, mysterious and obscure veins make this sword very mysterious, flashing with ghostly light, the blade is cold and clear, and the sword qi is swallowed, effortlessly cutting through the void.

Lan Juechen's eyes were as deep as black gems, he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, and the tyrannical aura overflowing from his body was terrifying, this was a murderous aura, a murderous aura that was condensed but not dispersed.

Two years later.

"When Ang Ang ......"

The last weapon was shattered by Lan Juechen with his sword, and the metal powder flew all over the sky, absorbing all the swords in Lan Juechen's hand.

"Huh?!"

The sword in Lan Jiechen's hand suddenly burst out with a powerful force. Lan Jiechen flew away in an instant, and his bones shattered. Rattle.

"Buzz ......"

The sword hovered in the air, trembling violently. There was a roar, and the last trace of rust on the tip of the sword fell.

At that moment, the light was in full bloom, the dazzling white light accompanied by a sharp breath broke through the clouds, at that moment the dark sky disappeared, a cloudless, a round of bewitching red sun hung in the sky, and the dazzling red light illuminated the earth, which looked very weird.

Cold. The biting cold, even Lan Juechen's soul couldn't help but shiver, dispelling the warmth brought by the red sun.

This chill came from the sharp sword suspended in the air.

Lan Jiechen slowly stood up, his whole body rattled, his shattered bones had almost recovered, and he reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, drawing a strange arc.

"What a perfect sword. Lan Juechen smiled weirdly.

"Thanks to you, if not you. How could I have evolved into a sword of perfection like no other. Hahaha...... "A human voice came from the void.

When the words fell, the sword spirit illusion spirit body appeared, exactly the same as Lan Juechen, the only difference was the temperament and expression of the two. Cold and ruthless, the sword intent is soaring, and the white sword robe hunts with the wind. It's not free.

"Someone imitated my face, someone imitated my gun. But I can't imitate my temperament, and I am perfect? How can everything in the world be perfect. You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Lan Juechen smiled, undaunted.

"In the endless years, you are one of the strangest and most mysterious people of all the people I have ever met, and there is one person before you, but it is too old to remember. You have exactly the same temperament, and if it weren't for the different soul frequencies and imprints, I would have thought you were his reincarnated spirit child. The sword spirit grabbed the hilt of the sword and walked towards Lan Juechen.

"You and I have cooperated for so long, and since you have reached the perfect state you want, shouldn't you also let my heart and eye also cultivate to the realm of Dacheng? Lan Jiechen stretched out his right hand, shook it empty-handedly, and the weeping blood spear came out.

"Buzzing ......" weeping blood gun vibrated happily, as if expressing the joy of reunion.

The sword spirit's eyes froze, and his gaze looked directly at the weeping blood spear in Lan Juechen's hand, as if he thought of something, and a trace of panic flowed out of his face.

"Do you know this gun?" Lan Jiechen asked.

The sword spirit's sword eyes flickered, looking directly at Lan Jiechen's eyes, wanting to see through the essence of Lan Jiechen's soul, but after the sword body left Lan Jiechen, all he saw now was a cloud of mist.

"Impossible, impossible, you can't be him, except for his temperament, but his soul, his appearance is not like him at all, how can he afford to hold this gun!"

Lan Jiechen held the weeping blood spear obliquely, the tip of the spear scratched the hard ground, clanging, sparks splashed, and the piercing sound pulled the sword spirit back to reality, the sword spirit looked at the weeping blood spear in Lan Juechen's hand, and couldn't help but step back.

"Are you scared?" Lan Juechen mocked.

The sword spirit frowned slightly, looking at the pitted and tattered weeping blood spear in Lan Juechen's hand, and secretly said in his heart: "Yes, this spear must have been seriously damaged, and the original spirit has already died, so this result will happen." Now that the previous spirit is dead, what else do I have to fear? Not to mention, I have now evolved into the Sword of Perfection!"

"Hmph!" the sword spirit gritted his teeth fiercely, his sword eyes were full of murderous intent, and he held the perfect sword in his hand and faced him head-on.

"Originally, I was still thinking about whether to let you live, but you shouldn't have been her master, she has passed away, but I have evolved into the perfect sword, I have nothing to fear!" said the sword spirit fiercely.

"Young man, your thinking is dangerous, and no one can be fearless. Lan Juechen grinned and waved the Weeping Blood Spear, leaving a string of phantoms behind him.

"Dangdangdang......"

The speed of the two is very fast, the sky is full of afterimages, the sword and the gun dance in turn, life and death dance together.

The sword spirit has been attacking violently, and Lan Jiechen is constantly defending, it seems that Lan Jiechen is in a weak position, and he has even almost been cut off by the sword spirit a few times.

Lan Juechen's smile did not decrease, the sword spirit's face sank like water, and the silver on his body was blazing, as violent and impatient as his heart, Lan Jiechen completely saw through his attack moves, and he was able to transfer a thousand catties in four or two every time.

Every time the sword spirit used all his strength, it hit the cotton, useless, how could this feeling not be aggrieved.

"I'm using him, why isn't he using me to refine his eyes. Although the eye of the heart is not unique to swordsmen and swordsmen, it is not something that the evil boy in front of him can cultivate.

He must have some ulterior secret. I hate it! I should have devoured his soul in the first place, and I wouldn't have caused the current predicament!"

When the sword spirit lost his mind, the Lan Jiechen spear was like lightning, and it took advantage of the loophole, instantly piercing the throat of the sword spirit, spinning the weeping blood spear, sharp as a blade, and instantly crushing the sword spirit's head. Using the gun as a stick, the shadow of the stick in the sky thundered down, accompanied by the terrible scream of the sword spirit, and the spirit of the sword spirit was shattered in an instant.

The shattering of the spirit body caused a heavy blow to the perfect sword, and with the grade of the perfect sword, he could also condense the spirit body, but he was afraid, the sword spirit knew that Lan Jiechen, who was close to Dacheng, was not able to get Lan Jiechen in the spirit state.

Condensing the spirit body instead exposed his weakness to Lan Jiechen, allowing Lan Jiechen to find another opportunity to shatter his spirit body.

Obviously, the sword spirit is not stupid, the perfect sword, a perfect sword, why not use his own strengths to attack Lan Jiechen's shortcomings, the sword spirit believes that Lan Jiechen is not able to fit perfectly with the weeping blood spear, as long as he cuts off the bond between Lan Jiechen and weeping blood, Lan Jiechen who has lost the weeping blood spear will be a tiger with his teeth pulled.

"Buzz ......"

The Sword of Perfection trembled violently, splitting into two, two into four, and four into eight, but in a few breaths, the Sword of Perfection transformed into a clone in the sky.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

"Go!"

Countless perfect swords poured down, and the attack angle was unexpected, and the attack was unprepared, and it was strange and tricky.

Lan Jiechen was not afraid of danger, knowing that these clones were not phantoms, since the clones were the deities, the Perfect Sword did not know that he had done this to give Lan Juechen a chance.

The sword body is perfect, the weakness has been completely erased, even if the heart and eye have been perfected, it cannot break through the weakness of the sword body, let alone destroy the sword body, such a sword is called a perfect sword.

Lan Juechen's heart eye has already been completed in half a step, but the centrifugal eye is still far from the ultimate realm. The Perfect Sword didn't know where Lan Juechen's confidence came from.

Lan Jiechen slowly closed his eyes, and the dragon-shaped ring turned into the body of a real dragon, clinging to the weeping blood spear, the golden light and blood were flourishing, blending with each other, and fused into a gorgeous dragon-shaped spear.

"Boom! Boom......"

The perfect sword pierced through Lan Jiechen's body, and without any resistance, the figure distorted and slowly faded away.

Afterimage!(To be continued.) )