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As soon as the words came out, the person moved forward, and Thirteen Lang crashed headlong into the battlefield and rushed to the intersection of the Heavenly Demon Sword and the Sword Prison. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xiao Shisanlang, you're crazy!"

At that moment, Yokoyama Fuji almost thought that Jusan Lang was committing suicide, and couldn't help but scream as he struggled to draw the knife. However, in the next moment, the river turned, and the rushing flow broke in two, and the sword that had been firmly attached suddenly separated.

"How is that possible!"

The stunned expression froze on his face, and Yokoyama Fuji's body lost control and flew backwards for a thousand feet.

The sword intersects, even if it is a duel and a fusion, a hundred miles of swords converge into one, like a long whale absorbing water, happily absorbing the breath of the red wave that was induced;

Yokoyama Fuji didn't want that, but he couldn't stop it, not only him, but even the true spirit couldn't stop it, how could the thirteen Lang be able to draw a knife and cut off the water.

Looking at the battlefield in a daze, I saw Thirteen Lang rampage like a madman and a fool, throwing his body directly into the sword prison, and instantly turned into a bloody man.

No matter how strong his body was, he couldn't resist the attacks of the Yokoyama brothers, and there were thousands of swords hidden in the sword prison, almost piercing Shisanlang into a sieve;

Caught it.

Catch it and be subdued.

Every time he grabbed a sword, Shisanlang tapped his index finger, and a black cloud immediately shook in the sword, like a stream of water spreading to the blade of the sword and entering the body, and then the sword body fell softly like a cramped snake, and Shisanlang immediately grabbed the next one.

The left hand was crystal clear, the right hand was pitch black, and the spirit absorbing demon was not delayed for a moment, and the blood mist flew in the air before it dissipated, and the sword prison was already a third less.

The sword that lost its demonic energy turned into an embryo, and the little rays converged into a stream, like flowing water. At the same time, Thirteen Lang's left eye flashed red, and his sharp eyes did not hesitate to press towards the sword embryo, like a long whale sucking water.

"How is this possible!"

Only a little later than Yokoyama Fuji, the fetus retreated amid screams, a look of horror on his face. In his sight, Thirteen Lang was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, clinging to him and moving forward, all the blood that had been cut off and splashed around came to life, sticking to the sword, holding the person, and moving forward together.

"Ahh

The suction force came along the sword and entered the body, and the feeling of pulling out the bones and marrow was so clear, the spirit and demon qi that had been cultivated for thousands of years was robbed in such an unreasonable way, and the demon fetus that had just achieved a little bit was like a mourner, and the screams became more and more miserable, and the eyes that looked at Shisanlang were also like seeing an evil ghost, hating and angry, and afraid to the extreme.

He couldn't figure out the cause and occurrence of all this, in the face of Thirteen Lang, why the demon fetus that should have been invincible was the same as seeing the ancestor, how could the hands be able to absorb the spirit and transform the demon at the same time, and the other party was obviously far inferior in cultivation, why could he be overwhelmed like a mountain.

And the sword, the sword hidden in its eyes, the sword that can devour the sword and the soul.

"Who are you!"

Struggling desperately in the retreat, the demon fetus blasted out countless heavy methods in a very short period of time, but no matter what he used, the shot was obviously infinitely powerful, and when he was in the body, he would hit a big discount, less than one in ten.

Since that year, the demon will refine the soul, and the foundation of his spirit race has long been changed, and he has greatly suppressed the ordinary spirit race, but he is not a demon after all, and now he is still in the process of changing.

Breaking through the true realm, the first thing to be emphasized is the word "true", although Thirteen Lang has no true demonic energy, but when he transforms the demon body, the demonic intent in his body is as true as the true cultivation of the demon realm, if you have to say the difference, it is just not as pure as them, if not, how can the true demonic qi of the free demon choose his body.

Not to mention the spirit body, the thirteen lang casting days have all been successful, on the contrary, the red wave spirit root that transitions towards the demon fetus is exhausted, and it is impossible not to be suppressed.

The reason is actually very simple, the demon fetus itself can see it, but it is unwilling to accept it.

Although the situation of the demon fetus is different, the result looks similar, because its usage always requires movement, and the focus always requires qi, and both the spirit and the demon are subject to it, and no one can change it.

As a result, no matter what he uses, his power will be greatly reduced.

As for the sword embryo that was suppressed and gradually swallowed...... What else can you say but bad luck?

Of course, if Thirteen Lang's strength is too poor, even if the Demon Fetus Spell is greatly reduced, he can still be killed.

Thankfully, he's not weak enough to that extent.

"Roar!"

With each breath of time, the breath of the demon fetus weakened by a minute, and the number of sword embryos decreased step by step, reflecting more and more the ferocious blood intent on the opposite side, and several struggles were fruitless, and the demon fetus in despair raised all its strength and threw the sword at Thirteen Lang.

"I'll kill you!"

"Half human, half ghost, half alive and half dead, half spirit and half demon, half truth and half falsehood, tell me what you are. ”

There was a response from the blood mist, and Thirteen Lang's voice was a little hoarse, but it was more calm than before.

It was not just a sign of confidence, but a declaration of confidence in the battle.

When the words settled, the eyeball of Thirteen Lang's left eye exploded, and the blood suddenly retracted, just like the sun converging all the brilliance released out, making people look black.

When there was a clear and long roar in the air, the sword light that had converged to the extreme was released again, thousands of miles in range, 10,000 feet in the air, everything in the domain was threatened, and all the fierce ghosts and demons who tried to break in turned into powder.

"Slash!"

After a long roar, there was a soft drink, and it sounded like a clear whistle. In the ears of others, the voice was peaceful, as if the gentleman was explaining the scriptures, serious, serious, but without losing compassion and love, but in the heart of the demon fetus, the assertive question was like a thunderstorm, and the anger contained in it could change the color of the mountains and rivers, and the rivers flowed backwards.

The love of protecting the calf, the deterrence of good and evil, the hatred of spirits and demons, and the accumulated anger are all in this voice, and this time the sword is cathartic, compared to the tyranny and cruelty of the demon fetus, it is more than ten times better.

This is a sword out of anger.

This is the sword of madness over demons.

It's a sword with guilt.

This is a sword that cuts away evil spirits and returns to purity.

This is still a blowout, a natural sword, and a natural sword.

The moment he heard the sound of the sword and the clear roar, the demon fetus almost flew out of the sky, Heng Shan Fuji's eyes widened, looking at the double mastiff, Mei Shuai, Tuqi, the backer king and others here from a distance, the people were in turmoil, as the person who single-handedly promoted this matter, Thirteen Lang laughed three times for it, and blood and tears flowed for a long time.

More than 60 years ago, Mr. Big returned to the throne, three thousand sword spirits were combined, and after the years of penance in Jiazi, the furnace was cast, and the Heavenly Sword was ready to break out of the body at any time, but it was always a little worse.

Why is this happening, Mr. Big never mentioned it in the cultivation, and Thirteen Lang couldn't understand it, or even thought of it, until the success of the casting of the sun led to the confusion of the true spirit's meaning, and Thirteen Lang asked the sword venerable to deter the backer king in a state of almost paralysis, and only then did he catch a few signs.

The reason is still in that word: true!

Whether it is a sword venerable or a sword intent, in the final analysis, it is transformed by supernatural powers, and this summoning gathers and reincarnates the body, from virtual to real, from false to real, and breaking the truth has become the threshold that it must pass. In other words, it is easier to understand, Tianjue is a real sword, which must be controlled by a real spirit, and the sword intent is psychic but it is not a physical object in the end, and it can only be used for a while, and it cannot be fully utilized.

After the destruction of the rebirth and other Nirvana self-crossing, the next step is of course to return to the basics, the return to the true realm is the true realm;

At that time, he was already aware of this, but he refused to say it.

After a short conversation after his death, Mr. Big learned in the shortest possible time how much heavy pressure Shisanlang was carrying, and he was unable to return to heaven with the intention of protecting him, so he chose to sleep without hesitation.

Unlike when Thirteen Lang heard the bad news and chose to forbear, Jianzun's sleep was not patience, but with supreme perseverance and perseverance, in order to be able to accept all rivers in the shortest possible time, and break the truth after returning to one.

People with a little brain understand that this process should be stable rather than fast, and they can't take risks, Jian Zun knows this better than anyone else, but the methods and processes he uses are all risky, and he is killed everywhere.

The choices are different, the purpose is the same, Mr. Big made a decision, and several times almost subverted...... Thirteen Lang and his mind figured it out, and he was forced to retreat. Otherwise, even if it was difficult to refine the mad spirit, it would not allow him to distract himself from it.

Jian Zun knew that he had increased the burden on Shisanlang, but he didn't back down, grabbed his disciple and didn't let him leave, and didn't even give an explanation. The reason is simple, he believes that he can reach the true realm faster, so that he has the ability to protect it, and even if he fails, he can also show the way, so that Thirteen Lang can avoid some detours.

Born as a sword, peerless talent, wonderful wisdom, and supreme chance, the sword venerable walks the blade for a thousand miles, but .....

That's the real world!

Even though he is a Sword Venerable, only sixty years still seems too short and too short.

The most unexpected change ensued, Thirteen Lang took a step to get a glimpse of the truth, and the earlier time he deterred the king of the backer, he saw through the truth with the eyes of truth, and realized how dangerous this process was.

Today, Xiangliu descended to heaven again, and Thirteen Lang took over the big burden again, and he was forced to ask for a big weapon.

Forced to a dead end with a desperate method, Thirteen Lang sincerely asked the sword venerable to be born, suck the spirit and turn the demon, and then accept the sword embryo that had been tempered by the true demon of freedom, and finally blew up one eye, and cast the sword spirit with the true cultivation essence blood, adding the last fire to it.

From a certain point of view, this true realm is borrowed, and it still needs to be integrated for a long time before it can be implemented, but he is also true at the same time, because today Jian Zun and Thirteen Lang are no longer only masters and apprentices, but also a family with blood and breath, like an arm; otherwise, let alone one eye, it is to give up all the body, and do not want to "create" another true cultivation.

When he was born at the time of danger, he used the soldier to engrave it, and the sword venerable and the heavens announced that he was coming to the world, and at this time it could be regarded as a real return.

"Slash!"

“...... Brother!"

Under the awe-inspiring sword power, the sword prison trembled, the demon fetus suddenly let out a terrible scream, and the outside of the circle Yokoyama Fuji was swinging his knife at the double mastiff that was rushing quickly, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his heart, and he cried loudly.

"Don't!"

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