As soon as the plum blossoms fell, people broke their bowels.

The endless petals turned into sharp edges and pierced directly towards Zhang Li.

Every petal is a blade, a sword intent.

The power of sword intent is indestructible.

This is the ultimate embodiment of the sharp power in the world.

This is the method of the great demon Mei Sheng.

Plum blossoms fall three times, the first fall, people break their intestines.

This sword made Ao Ju and the others in the distance feel chills.

They can't resist this kind of sharpness.

Zhang Li held up the rhinoceros with one hand, pointed the long sword in his hand, and a golden streamer appeared on his body.

The power of martial arts is condensed.

"When—"

"When—"

……

The continuous blades collided with the power of the martial arts.

Zhang Li's body was blood-red.

The rhinoceros on the palm of his hand was also surrounded by blood-colored petals.

The bright red petals are combined with the pale golden blood.

"Mei Sheng, your grandma, you're going to kill me-" Wu Yunge's voice was miserable.

Mei Sheng's eyes narrowed, and his gaze was fixed on Zhang Li.

Martial arts, which has never appeared in the world.

This kind of means, the strength of defense, beyond Mei Sheng's imagination.

As soon as the plum blossoms fell, they couldn't break Zhang Li's defense.

"Good defense, already comparable to the body of a demon god." Mei Sheng whispered, and the plum blossom sword in his hand was raised again.

The sword light shone brightly, and the blood was permeated, turning into a dark red illusory blood.

"The plum blossoms fall twice, breaking people's souls."

The sword of the broken soul, the plum blossom falls.

The illusory blood flickered, appeared directly above Zhang Li's head, and then pierced into Zhang Li's sea of knowledge.

"Oh no, this is the Sword of the Soul Slashing God!" Ao Ju let out a low cry. Hurriedly turned his head to look at Ao Jin beside him.

Ao Jin beside him had a calm face.

Ao Ju opened his mouth and did not speak again.

Ao Jin and Zhang Li signed a contract.

If Zhang Li's soul was injured or even killed, Ao Jin's first reaction was that his soul would be shattered and damaged.

At this time, Ao Jin is fine, and naturally Zhang Li is fine.

The plum blossom fell second, and the sword of the divine soul was undamaged.

Mei Sheng was a little surprised, and looked at Zhang Li, who was still wrapped in blood-colored plum petals.

"Mei Sheng, are you okay?" The roar of the dark clouds came.

The power of the chains on his body grew heavier and heavier.

Mei Sheng took a deep breath and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

There was a glimmer of golden light in his eyes, and behind him, a swaying red plum tree trembled like flames.

"Plum blossoms fall three times, heaven and earth, collapse."

When Mei Sheng's voice came out, between heaven and earth, all the forces were fixed.

A phantom figure with a sword in hand appeared.

Zhang Li, who had been unmoved, finally raised his head at this moment.

"Projection?"

"It's not your power."

Zhang Li's eyes revealed a deep divine light.

The phantom was faint and seemed to be invisible, but the sword power surging above this phantom was magnificent and brilliant to the extreme.

This kind of power completely surpasses the Yuan Infant Realm.

"I was originally a red plum tree with falling snow, and there was a sword cultivator who practiced under the tree for three hundred years, and I watched its shadow and became a Taoist."

"When that sword cultivator left, he left behind a divine soul phantom."

"This sword is indeed not a swordsmanship that I can control."

Mei Sheng's voice came.

This sword is the illusory shadow left by a kendo predecessor who is extremely powerful.

Green robe, long sword.

A sword stabbed at him, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

It's a sword.

But such a sword, in Zhang Li's opinion, is extremely dangerous.

This is not the sword of the world at all, nor is it the sword of the cultivation world!

This sword is only available in the fairy world.

Sword of the Immortal Dao!

"I know who he is!" Zhang Li shouted, and threw out the body of the rhinoceros he was holding with his left hand, and three long swords appeared behind him.

Zhentian, Zhenhai, Zhenyue.

The three swords instantly became one, turning into a thousand feet of light and shadow, and a sword slashed out.

"Zhenxian!"

This sword, with the suppressive power of the uncasting, blocked the sword light that pierced out from the phantom.

The space within a radius of 100,000 miles is all frozen and frozen at this moment.

Town.

"Hum—"

When the frozen power of the 100,000 miles of space collided with the Phantom Sword, the 100,000 miles of heaven and earth shook.

The whole space seems to be broken by something.

The long sword that Zhang Li slashed out shattered violently, and turned into three long swords and flew back upside down.

Even the strongest means of Zhentian Sect, treasures beyond the magic weapon level can be defeated!

This phantom is already extremely strong!

The battle intent in Zhang Li's eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he let out a low shout and rushed out towards the long sword.

In front of him, a pale gray long sword appeared, and when he raised his hand a little, the long sword flew out.

With the sword of the gods!

Slash the Excalibur!

The treasure of the Izumo Sword Sect of Izumo Prefecture.

A sword weapon that slays the souls of gods.

When this sword appeared, Mei Sheng was shocked.

No wonder his sword slashing the soul was useless.

Zhang Li, who has such a divine sword, what kind of divine soul means can hurt him?

"Hum—"

This time, the Excalibur stood in front of the phantom.

The power of the divine soul above the blade of the sword vibrates, and endless golden divine patterns shine.

The phantom slowed down.

But in everyone's eyes, the sword was retreating.

This extremely powerful Divine Soul Sword couldn't stop that illusory figure.

This is a power that transcends what the world can carry.

The Excalibur screamed and retreated.

At this moment, all the living beings in a radius of thousands of miles felt their souls in turmoil.

In Zhang Li's hand, there was no sword at this time.

He still has a sword, but none of them can be stronger than the Slashing Divine Sword, or stronger than the Zhenxian Sword.

In his hand, an illusory sword aura emerged.

Be duty-bound not to turn back.

Eight phantoms stepped out from around him.

It's just a phantom.

A diagonal slash out, a sword blade lightly picked, a flying long stab, and a sword blade turned invisible......

Every phantom body is a kind of swordsmanship.

The phantom that was originally rushing towards Zhang Li stood in place, the sword in his hand was horizontally raised, and a phantom was directly pierced, and then another phantom was smashed, and then he turned around and slashed out, and the blade of the sword slashed through the neck of the phantom body......

Zhang stood around him, and one after another the phantom bodies were shattered and reunited, and then stepped out.

Before the blue-robed phantom, each sword could slash a phantom body.

But the phantom body seems to be endless, and each one is good at different swordsmanship.

Between ten breaths, a hundred kinds of swordsmanship.

After a hundred breaths, a thousand kinds of swordsmanship.

A quarter of an hour, eight thousand swordsmanship.

Everyone stared at this scene in a daze.

How can anyone in the world understand all swordsmanship?

Zhang Li held a fairy spirit bead in each hand at this time, and the fairy light on his body was swirling, and he walked forward step by step.

His eyes were already closed, and he only controlled the phantom body with all his strength, showing one sword skill after another.

The Sword of Mortal Dust.

Sword of the Immortal Dao.

The sword of the Daomen.

The sword of physical cultivation.

A sword inherited from the ancients.

The sword of derivation in later generations.

……

There is not a sword light that is not brilliant.

There is no kind of swordsmanship that is not intoxicating.

Mei Sheng stood in place, only to feel trembling.

For the first time, he saw that someone could be like the sword cultivator back then, with a sword in his hand, he could run rampant in the world.

This is the real sword cultivation.

There are fewer and fewer phantom bodies around Zhang Li's body.

He was getting closer and closer to the phantom.

When all the phantom bodies around him turned into nothingness, and only a long sword in his hand stabbed out, he had already faced the blue-robed phantom.

"When—"

The long sword transformed by the sword qi in Zhang Li's hand was smashed, and the long sword in the phantom's hand was against Zhang Li's throat.

But the sword didn't go any further.

"Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship......" An illusory voice sounded, and the phantom shadow was like a light and shadow shattered.

Zhang Li's broken half-cut blade was revealed behind the phantom.

The method of the Divine Soul Sword.

"One day, the juniors will definitely hold the sword again and ask the seniors of the Nine Xuan Sword Venerable for advice." Zhang Li bowed slightly and spoke softly.

Nine Xuan Sword Venerable.

Back then, one person and one sword slashed the power of the fairy world.

Back then, one person and one sword blocked the existence of the evil domain and the passage of the cultivation world.

"You, win." Mei Sheng whispered.

There was a hint of remembrance on his face.

He didn't know if he was sad or relieved when he saw the phantom being defeated.

In fact, he can only control the first two styles, and the last style is the mark left in his body.

This is not his power.

It was the power he looked up to, and it was the power that imprisoned all his imagination.

Now, this power has been broken by Zhang Li, allowing him to see a glimmer of his own future.

"Crazy ......" Ao gasped and gritted his teeth and roared.

At that moment just now, the collision of that kind of power made him feel like his heart was about to burst.

He had never been so eager to improve his cultivation and to step into the realm of a true monarch as he had never been at this moment.

Only by becoming strong can you control your own future!

"Ao Jin, the Jiaolong clan will be handed over to you in the future." Ao Ju whispered softly, and there was a flaming aura in his eyes.

Ao Jin was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily.

He could understand his father's thoughts.

The level of power and the intensity of the collision displayed by Zhang Li and the phantom brought an incomparable shock to Ao Ju.

It's like opening a door.

"I throw in the towel." In the distance, the chain-held Dark Cloud shouted.

Even Mei Sheng's plum blossom sword, as well as the phantom, couldn't stop Zhang Li, of course he was self-aware.

If you can't beat, you will admit defeat, who said that the strong need backbone?

On Zhang Li's body, the surging sword intent and surging divine light slowly dissipated.

His arrogance and boredom also calmed down.

This battle made his originally somewhat impetuous mind calm.

Jiuxuan Sword Venerable, who broke the immortal realm back then, and guarded the existence of the evil domain.

Such a strong person can tie himself up when he takes a picture of his soul.

There are so many strong people in the world, and how wonderful the cultivation in the world is, I have only taken a small step.

"Seniors, let's talk." Zhang Li looked at Mei Sheng and Wuyunge and spoke.

……

Half a month later, Zhang Li left Muyun Prefecture, returned to the mundane world, and returned to Jingyuanguan.

Demon Tower.

The sword light around Zhang Li's body shone, and the immortal light on Zhu Yuan Zhenjun in front of him was agitated.

Xiao Qing'er on the side had a complicated complexion, and her eyes were full of light.

In just three hundred years, Zhang Li has been able to fight with Zhenjun for a hundred rounds without defeat.

At the beginning, he couldn't even beat himself.

What a genius!

"When—"

Zhang Li put away his sword and stepped back.

Zhu Yuanzhenjun slowly withdrew his hand with emotion on his face.

"The photo of the soul of the Nine Xuan Sword Venerable is indeed rare, and the opportunity of your trip is really huge."

Zhang Li had a battle with the Nine Xuan Sword Venerable Phantom Shadow, and his perception of his own strength and cultivation path was far from being comparable to outsiders.

With this ordeal, he doesn't need to comprehend the Great Dao for at least a thousand years.

"Above the Yuan Infant is the out-of-body realm, and the out-of-body is the soul out of the body, driving the Yuan Infant to fly thousands of miles, and the void is crossing."

"After going out of the body, the soul is solidified, and it is incarnated outside the body, which is the realm of the primordial gods."

"Above the Yuan Shen, it is the immortal Dao Dacheng, it is the Mahayana realm, that is the premise of ascending to the immortal realm, as long as you go through the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, you can turn into a flying immortal."

Zhu Yuan Zhenjun looked at Zhang Li: "I am a half-step Yuan Shen Realm, and I am a Yuan Shen Realm, but I have not gone through the Thunder Tribulation." ”

"Yuan Ying is called the true monarch, and there is a difference of tens of millions of miles between this true monarch and the true monarch."

In the same way, there is such a gap between the cultivation levels.

Zhang Li and Xiao Qing'er were both shocked in their hearts.

It turns out that there is such a vast realm in the world of cultivation.

"Hehe, in fact, the realm is the realm, and the combat power is the combat power." Zhu Yuan Zhenjun showed a smile on his face, "Whether it's out of the body or the Yuan Shen, there is not much difference in the level of combat power." ”

"It's the Mahayana realm and the immortal realm, that is, the difference in strength at some levels, if you really fight, you won't know if you win or lose."

Zhu Yuan Zhenjun showed a fighting intent on his body, and looked forward with his hands behind his back: "Ming Luo alone can suppress the passage of the Little Immortal Realm, just because of the immortals, the combat power is not a little stronger." ”

These words made Xiao Qing'er only feel enthusiastic.

Practicing in the world, Yuan Ying is already what she looks up to.

I didn't expect that above Yuan Ying, there were so many levels in the realm of the True Monarch that I never dared to think of.

Although Zhang Li was also excited, his soul was much more stable.

The realm of the True Monarch is said to be not much different in combat power, but in fact, it is a world of difference.

For example, Zhu Yuan Zhenjun in front of him, he is at the peak of his out-of-body body, and he can control the magic weapon with the power of his divine soul and shoot thousands of miles away.

And when it comes to the Yuan Shen Realm, if you are in charge of a treasure, the combat power you exert will be even more shattered, and no one can stop it.

Zhu Yuan Zhenjun said that there is not much difference in combat power, but he is talking about those Qing cultivation powers who only cultivate the realm and do not cultivate combat power.

In ancient times, there were many such practitioners, but nowadays, where is there such power?

Such people are long dead.

Yuan Baby, Out of the Body, Yuan Shen, Mahayana, True Monarch, and Immortals.

The path of cultivation is long and long.

Zhu Yuan Zhenjun didn't tell Zhang Li these things in the past, because he was afraid of messing with his Dao heart.

At this time, seeing that his divine soul was stable, he had a tempering with the Nine Xuan Sword Venerable Divine Soul Phantom, and he was already able to calmly accept the worldly cultivation realm.

After a battle with Zhu Yuan Zhenjun in the Demon Suppression Tower, Zhang Li returned to his small courtyard.

"Uncle Ancestor, there are already people in the cultivation world who have quietly come to the mortal world." Zhuo Yun came to see Zhang Li, with a solemn expression on his face.

It is not to open the door of the two worlds, but to come quietly.

It was the people from the Heavenly Demon Hall who came.

Originally, the Heavenly Demon Hall was in charge of guarding this time, and there was no need to send people in advance at all.

But they have no interest in ruling the mortal world, but want to get benefits.

Dozens of cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Hall came to Fanchen, and after staying at the Yuan Demon Mountain for a while, they went to the Qin Kingdom Town Demon Division.

Demon Suppression Division, there is a demon suppression treasure there.

Swinging Bells.

These messages made Jing Yuanguan feel like a great enemy.

Even if there is a strong person in Jingyuan Temple today, it is the Heavenly Demon Hall after all.

It is a great sect of the upper realm, a giant of the Demon Dao.

"Jing Yuanguan has already arranged for several worshippers to intercept it, but how to deal with it is still expected to be made clear by Uncle Shi." Zhuo Yun looked up at Zhang Li.

To stop or not to stop?

Can you stop it?

Zhang Li's eyes narrowed and he slowly got up.

"I'll go for it."

(End of chapter)