In life, who can be worthy of it?

Ye Chuxiao's knife not only cut life and death, but also made the original chaotic good and evil appear clear in Zong Yu's heart in an instant.

Those things that have been done in the past are all stirred up in his heart at this time, and his soul is tortured.

This duel has gradually shifted from a superficial sword duel to a competition in spiritual cultivation.

At this time, Zong Yu could only swing his knife instinctively to prevent Ye Chuxiao's continued approach.

In an instant, the knife danced like fire, densely swept away, and from the perspective of outsiders, he would only think that Zong Yu had made a big move, intending to take advantage of the situation to suppress Ye Chuxiao.

Therefore, when it comes to a certain level and realm, it is difficult to judge the strength and weakness of the fight, the contrast between high and low, with the intuitive naked eye.

In the entire eleventh martial arts arena, the number of monks who could clearly see the real comparison between Ye Chuxiao and Zong Yu at this time was no more than five fingers.

Ye Chuxiao's Yuanyang Treasure Knife carried the thunder that cut through life and death and soared into the air, the knife was violent, and it was mixed with the unparalleled power of judgment from the beginning to the fierceness.

The seemingly powerful whirlwind of flames, in front of this sword that seemed to be the highest and most righteous judgment, also looked messy and disorderly.

"Scatter!"

Ye Chuxiao sighed lightly.

Then he saw that the fire in the sky was only dissipated in an instant.

In an instant, the arc light of the thunder and the wild roll of flames, with the alternation of sword light, formed a violent clash of light and shadow.

After a moment like fireworks, the thunder and flames were all emptied in the sky.

At this time, the people watching the battle suddenly realized that it was Zong Yu who fell into the disadvantage.

This conclusion was not surprising, but it was very different from what they had seen with the naked eye.

Some of the Wen monks, sitting in the crowd of spectators, holding shadow stones, recorded Ye Chuxiao's battle as usual.

"Record, the target seems to have made a new breakthrough, and it is suspected that it has touched the boundary of Huijing, and it is recommended to close the net as soon as possible." The Wen monk who was holding the Shadow Stone whispered to the Shadow Stone in a secret voice.

At this time, Zong Yu finally stopped insisting on just using martial arts techniques.

Massive wings of fire spread out behind him, and a terrible whirlwind hovered around him.

Wind and fire come together to form a feast of wind and fire.

The originally crimson flames gradually transformed into a blue-purple hue under the blowing of the wind.

The soaring heat not only scorched and whipped the ground, but also made the surrounding temperature suddenly begin to stretch violently.

At this time, the monks sitting in the front row of the spectator seat suffered again.

If the cultivation is not enough, then you can only honestly move back.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be scorched into a dry corpse by the aftermath of the high temperature.

Zong Yu compromised, and he used spells, no longer relying solely on martial arts methods.

But he is still full of desire for victory in this competition.

The inner vacillation does not completely affect the means he uses outside.

He was not a three-year-old child, and it was impossible for him to have a huge fluctuation in his heart, so he immediately lost all his abilities and fell to his knees and wailed.

Zong Yu began to use spells, but Ye Chuxiao was still stubborn.

The Yuanyang Treasure Knife in his hand, with Qing Ming, and his spirituality seemed to have become more abundant and obvious under the drive of Ye Chuxiao.

Wind and fire formed a huge whirlpool, and quickly enveloped Ye Chuxiao.

In the center of the deep whirlpool, the extreme high temperature seemed to tear through the defenses on the surface of Ye Chuxiao's body and completely melt it.

Straight slash!

The sword carried the afterglow of the judgment knife and cut straight into the whirlpool.

The extremely irritable air flow exploded with a bang.

The scattered waves of air turned into terrible wind pressure and spread in all directions.

A defensive formation rose on the stage to block the aftermath of the battle.

However, the emergence of the formation means that it is best to end this battle within five minutes.

After all, the maintenance of any formation requires energy.

The free martial arts arena cannot provide long-term formation protection.

If Ye Chuxiao and Zong Yu have to continue fighting, then all the losses after the battle will be borne by the loser... Unless the loser is dead, the winner pays.

A single knife tore through the wind and flames, and Ye Chuxiao did not give Zong Yu the opportunity to shake the spiritual root and pull more heaven and earth energy into spells.

The means of technical cultivation are tough, and the firepower is strong, and the monks are the best, but the forward swing time is relatively long, and there is not much advantage in close combat and melee combat.

At this time, Zong Yu, under the pressure of Ye Chuxiao's step-by-step, has also reached the point of exhaustion.

At this time, in the face of Ye Chuxiao's rushing sword light, the past years flashed in his mind like a comic book.

The once proud, regretful, joyful, and guilty have all condensed into a strong but resolute spiritual force, which runs through all its accumulation.

It's like glass being smashed with stones.

It's like the ice being broken by an iron rod.

It's like a bright red dot suddenly appears on a piece of paper covered in messy black lines.

At this moment, at this moment, Zong Yu's mind took a step forward.

It was this step that allowed him to step into the realm of wisdom, and all the accumulation, all the thoughts and thoughts, were all integrated at this moment.

As far as the spiritual realm is concerned, he is already in the realm of wisdom.

It's just that the physical body, means, energy accumulation, etc., are still stuck in the wisdom realm, and they need to rely on time to transform.

But in any case, at this time, his realm was already a head higher than Ye Chuxiao.

Facing Ye Chuxiao's rushing sword light, Zong Yu's eyes were calm, and he fought back with a backhand.

It seems to be a bland knife, but after the shot, it becomes majestic like a clear sky, brilliant and fierce, unseemly, irresistible.

This aura rushed straight into the stars, affecting the subtle changes in the celestial phenomena.

Someone looked up in a trance, as if he saw a second round of scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

"Fake! Zong Yu actually broke through on the spot! ”

"Isn't this a passage that only exists in a script?" Someone guessed the truth and exclaimed.

They couldn't believe that this kind of scene of directly breaking through in a fierce battle would be staged directly in front of their eyes.

Although the monks of the Desolate Fighting Realm are aggressive, and most of them use the method of battle to quickly promote the improvement of their cultivation, but there is rarely a breakthrough in the battle.

Most of them are still accumulated through battles, and then in the follow-up induction, they keenly capture the direction and successfully break the mirror.

In the face of Zong Yu's first step and the successful breaking of the mirror, Ye Chuxiao was not surprised and happy.

Therefore, Zong Yu has become a more 'suitable' opponent for him.

A monk who has no Wisdom Realm but no Wisdom Realm foundation, this makes the actual gap between them not so big.

And fighting with such a Wisdom Realm cultivator is simply the best for Ye Chuxiao.

Zong Yu is like his mirror.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao intuitively felt that he was only one step away from pushing open the door.

Where the difference, he didn't have time to think.

As long as the fight continues, the results will naturally appear.

At this time, Zong Yu, who returned to use the knife technique, turned the sword light into a scorching sun, no longer in the previous state of aggression like fire, but vague and restless, his knife was extremely heavy, pressing the airflow to collapse, and in front of the blade, one by one the airflow vortices were rotating, tearing Ye Chuxiao's figure and blocking Ye Chuxiao's avoidance space.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao could only rely on his strong physical foundation, supplemented by some other means, to forcibly impact the air flow vortex, and passively dodge Zong Yu's strong blade.

Even so, when Zong Yu's treasure knife fell in front of Ye Chuxiao, Ye Chuxiao could only passively parry.

If it weren't for the hardness and strength of the Yuanyang Treasure Knife, I was afraid that when it collided, it would be vaporized by Zong Yu's strong edge.

Even so, the original bright brilliance of the Yuanyang Treasure Sword also seemed a little dim at this time.

This time, Changye Chuxiao was forced to a dead end.

But stepping on this desperate situation, Ye Chuxiao's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The air of death was constantly permeating him.

The rich smell of death is accompanied by him.

The first sword of immortality, which had never been wielded, was pushed by an instinctive demonic nature to move towards the second sword that he had never mastered.

The closer you get to death, the closer you get to immortality!

It seems like a vicious spell.

Immortal Knife··· Or is it a death knife?

At this moment, Ye Chuxiao had no time to think more carefully.

In a trance, in Ye Chuxiao's gaze, the bleak dead air added infinite vitality in vain.

The darkness of death and the emerald blue of life merged together, glowing with an indefinable purple light.

This purple... Like the rhythm of the way of creation.

"Life and death are one color!"

Ye Chuxiao swung out the second sword of immortality.

This knife is a knife that reverses life and death.

The boundless breath of death, under the action of this knife alone, was split into infinite vitality.

The closer you get to death, the closer you get to immortality!

Holding a long knife, as if waving the Great Ri's Zongyu, he was also forced back by Ye Chuxiao's sudden outburst of swords.

Then, he had to swing his sword in a hurry, shining more light like the scorching sun, in order to barely resist the attack from life and death.

It's just that the more confident Zong Yu is to resist and fight back, the more intense the risks and crises he faces.

Life and death are the same, referring not only to Ye Chuxiao, the knife maker, but also to Zong Yu, the facer.

In Ye Chuxiao's place, death can be transformed into vitality, and when it comes to Zongxiao, all vitality is filled with the intent of death.

It's like a strange circle, completely enveloping the two.

And in this shroud, Ye Chuxiao did not stop progressing, let alone transforming.

This knife, which is the same color of life and death, was transformed into the 'water' style of the knife master nine styles by Ye Chuxiao.

Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky!

The color of heaven and water may not be better than the color of life and death, but the water reflects the sky, and there is heavenly power.

Life and death are just one part of the rotation of heaven.

Ye Chuxiao couldn't directly incorporate the Heavenly Dao into his sword technique, but he could use water as a mirror to reflect the light of the sky, and the sky and water were the same color.

When Ye Chuxiao comprehended this second sword, his realm naturally broke through.

Immediately following Zong Yu, he also achieved the feat of breaking through the battle.

When the knife of this new life falls completely.

In the face of this seemingly vast lake, but reflecting the ever-changing sky, the big sun in Zong's knife can only be reduced to the silhouette of a corner of the water in this day.

"Xiao Ye also broke through!"

"It's crazy! In a duel, both of them broke through on the spot, when did the breakthrough be so casual? Some people questioned jealously.

But their doubts could not affect the whole battle and enter the final Gao Chao.

Buzz...

This is the sound of blades fighting against blades.

The twin knives that each vibrated at a very high frequency, when they collided, burst out with a sound frequency that was difficult for ordinary human ears to capture at first, and then continued to grow larger, and finally reached the extreme.

At this point, there are no more spectators who dare to sit in the front row to watch the fight.

All retreated to the back of the four platoons, and all held up their own defenses against the aftermath of the battle.

And what they endured had already been weakened by the protective formation.

The sword light staggered, and the treasure knife in Zong Yu's hand shattered to the ground.

What he holds is never the real scorching sun.

And this false scorching sun finally melted into the water surface reflecting the sky.

Zong Yu looked at his bloody palm, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but he was not discouraged.

"You won, thank you for your mercy!" Zong Yu said.

Ye Chuxiao said: "Don't thank you, I judged the knife of conscience, and it didn't really make you mess up, which either shows that you are firm in your heart, even if you have done countless evil things, you have no obstacles, and you are the real big devil, or it means that you have very few shames in your heart, and I am more inclined to the latter, so you don't deserve to die." ”

Hearing this, Zong Yu nodded and said, "Badao... Overlord! This title is not for you. ”

"The heavenly sword asks the heart, and the water reflects the sky! You should call it the Heavenly Sword. ”

"No matter what, today's battle is hearty, and you and I can be regarded as having a rich harvest." Ye Chuxiao put away his knife and said.

Zong Yu glanced around, and then said, "Someone asked me to challenge you, but... It was my decision to come and fight you. ”

Ye Chuxiao nodded and said, "I know, I am a thorn in the side of others, and I still have self-knowledge." ”

Ye Chuxiao then added in his heart: "After today, they are afraid that they will not be able to bear it anymore!" ”

When he was in the realm of wisdom, Ye Chuxiao was a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh for the Wen family, but after all, it was not a big trouble, it was not worth spending too much energy, and it was not worth delaying the Wen family's good reputation.

Therefore, the Wen family deliberately guided, and even invited some leftist monks, to invite Ye Chuxiao to fight, intending to let Ye Chuxiao die in the ring.

And now, Ye Chuxiao has broken through to the Wisdom Realm, and he is only one major realm away from the ordinary top-level artistic conception monks.

For the Wen family, this is definitely no longer a mere 'thief', but a big disaster.

"That's it! Today, we will harvest the first 'fruit'! ”

"I would have liked to wait a few more days!"

"I only hope that the people arranged by the Wen family will not waste my early harvest." Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.

Zong Yu was defeated, but he achieved his goal and successfully advanced to the Wisdom Realm.

didn't say anything polite to Ye Chuxiao, he left directly.

And Ye Chuxiao said goodbye to the enthusiastic fan brothers and sisters and turned back to the small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, in the increasingly complicated and cumbersome formation blockade, the invisible energy light lock hung one figure after another.

Counting them, there were at least twenty or thirty people.

Among them, some were evil monks that Ye Chuxiao defeated head-on in the ring, and some were evildoers that Ye Chuxiao secretly captured.

Now they are all imprisoned here by Ye Chuxiao, planted Dao Yun, and taught the secret art of climbing the building.