When Zhang Junxue walked into the ring, the man who came first was already standing opposite with a sword and waiting.

An empty and white ground, opposite the black coat.

Zhang Junxue entered another state in an instant.

On the way over, the woman was still bored arguing with Pei Li, but as soon as she stood in the ring and looked at the man waiting leisurely on the other side, something more fierce and cutting immediately rushed up from the depths, burning all other emotions.

The pitch-black sword was like the night that choked her mouth and nose, and the red sword was as thick as blood.

From the first moment she stood in front of this person, the woman knew that she would never regret her previous decision.

This is what she wants to do, to exchange blood for blood, to return pain to pain, and to pour the fire made of the knife in her heart on this person!

Without any preparation or prelude, there seemed to be a faint sound, but Zhang Junxue couldn't hear it anymore.

The flames, which had been smothering and burning for decades in the gloomy locket, were suddenly opened, and the wind swept in the air, and the flames rose violently. The woman ran forward like a tiger, and the heavy knife broke a half-moon visible to the naked eye in the air!

As soon as he made a move, it was the most powerful Zhang family's waist slashing knife, and the strong wind cut off the forehead of the person in front of him one step ahead of the blade.

Almost half of the air in the ring was driven by her, and in the few fights in front of the women, there had never been such a might!

Shang Huaitong also raised his eyebrows for this abrupt attack, he turned his sword out of his sheath, the sword body was horizontal, and the river was locked in front of him, followed by a collision as heavy as thunder.

A tall woman, with a heavy broadsword, will feel like an old man facing a galloping horse when she slashes at you with a cold rage.

In the face of such a terrifying force, the man's horizontal sword seemed to be cast in the air, and all the behemoths suddenly stopped in front of this horizontal force, without a trace of crossing the line.

But after Shang Huaitong's sudden pause, his body took a step back, and the power transmitted down was stirring up dust under his feet.

Zhang Junxue's eyes pressed down, the knife in her hand was heavy, cold, and sharp, and for the first time in nine months, she felt this kind of pleasure from the inside out.

Naturally, he failed to break through Shang Huaitong's defense, because the resistance on the sword also increased at the same time, so the woman took advantage of the reaction force that came up, and as soon as her arm strength was reversed, she was about to return to the knife and stack the first layer of waves.

However, Shang Huaitong raised his head, but handed her a satisfied look, he suddenly dodged sideways, the long sword was unloaded, and the huge force was accurately placed on the ground.

Zhang Junxue's knife was suddenly empty, and when it was broken, Pei Ran's strength was violently leaked downward, and the [Stacked Waves] came to an abrupt end.

Compared to Shen Qi's painstaking search for the gap between the two swords, Shang Huaitong's handling seemed to be lightweight, that is, he looked at the moment of power with unimaginable precision, and then channeled the power carried on the sword without leakage with the most exquisite control.

This is a surprise, but for Zhang Junxue, it is a familiar surprise.

Exert force to collect force, make moves and change moves. Being accurately perceived by the opponent's sword, and then skillfully fiddling, is the unique restraint when facing the peak swordsman of the clumsy realm.

Although the boy has been persuading and blocking her, he has been more dedicated than ever in the face of her request for training, and has taught her the so-called "peak of the clumsy realm" in great detail what she can and can't do, what she is good at and what she is not good at.

Zhang Junxue has long been no stranger to this kind of restraint, she slammed her arm, and the whistling knife suddenly stopped, as if the runaway galloping horse was caught up by the giant man in three or two steps, pulled the reins, and neighed in front of the old man and stood up, and then failed to move forward.

Then, what was even more amazing was that the woman's arm was pulled, the long knife turned, and suddenly there was wind and thunder - it was actually a knife that split in the air, and it was still stacked on the first layer of waves!

The whistling sound swelled suddenly.

Strength, absolute, pure power, is always the simplest and most effective means of attack, even in the realm of Tianlou, it is still a key element that affects the victory or defeat of the battle.

And the woman who has mastered this element has the ability to win from anyone, and out of one hundred and twenty-eight people, she is the only one who can slash such a sword!

It was Shang Huaitong's sword that met this sword.

It's exactly the same sword as the previous scene for the talent.

The man's purpose has never been to simply defeat anyone, in this martial arts competition, his real enemy, only this one has haunted him for more than ten years, forged him, and raised his sword of life.

Therefore, there was no disdainful pulling and temptation, and as soon as the man made a move, it was this terrifying sword style that enveloped the audience.

It's just a matter of winning or losing.

A sword stabbed out, and the woman's eyes suddenly turned gray.

The blade of the sword pierced into view, bringing another world in an instant. The giant cocoon woven on the field is transformed from virtual to real, or they are pulled into the void, in short, the cool feeling around the body suddenly becomes clear, the sky becomes a black curtain, the crowd becomes the background, and cheers become nutrients, they all belong to the same world, and they are the only outliers among them.

So everything is squeezed towards itself, and everything is stripped away by them.

Zhang Junxue even felt suffocated for a moment, because the air seemed to no longer belong to her.

At this moment, she deeply understood why Yu Yingcai stiffened in front of this sword, because her brain had also begun to blacken.

It's all over the place.

Fish can't swim on the shore, people can't survive underground, in the weight of the heart and lungs, Zhang Junxue gritted her teeth and struggled, and the knife of Pei Ran did not have the slightest whirlwind, and still slashed down at the man in front of her!

And this time, Shang Huaitong easily blocked this knife with a sword blade with only one cross arm.

Obviously, it was twice the power of the first knife after the waves, but this time the man did not retreat a single step, nor did he unload his strength, and with a turn of his blade, he pushed away the woman's knife.

It's like it's just a toddler's toy.

Zhang Junxue immediately understood what this was because of this - everything was pulling on herself, and at the same time, the whole world was sharing the weight for the man in front of her.

She had already watched this mystery, and she had heard about Yijian from Li Yiqing, but it wasn't until she really faced it that she felt the weight of this horror.

Cold, brittle strands began to wrap around her, growing into her skin, and if this was underground, the woman felt herself sinking deeper and deeper.

The body is invaded, and the influence becomes heavier and heavier, until finally, you will completely become a part of them, and then you don't need to talk about true qi and strength, because it doesn't matter about offense, defense, victory or defeat, you will fall to the ground like a piece of dead wood like Yu Yingcai.

The thought flashed in his heart, but physically, Zhang Junxue didn't seem to see the result of the blow just now, and without hesitation, she returned the knife again and continued to superimpose on the second layer of stacked waves.

As soon as the knife in his hand broke away from the man's influence and entered his control, the power above suddenly returned, and it once again became a loose galloping horse. Zhang Junxue felt a tearing pain in the muscles and bones on her arm, and gritted her teeth to complete this stacked wave.

Because the teenager told her that the so-called "meaning" can never really affect reality.

It simply brings you into it and affects your body by covering your affection layers. If you do feel any influence, it's not really any external force, it's just that you're influencing yourself.

The "meaning" realm, the "meaning" realm, as long as the intention breaks through the realm, the so-called meaning sword will only be left with the "clumsy" part.

However, even if this cognition exists so clearly in the mind, what is heard and seen in front of you, and what you know and feel in your body is still so real, how easy is it to rush out?

The eyes were blackening, the chest and lungs were suffocating, the heart was squeezed and gradually unable to beat, and at the same time, countless elusive things were entangled and eroded his body, Zhang Junxue gritted his teeth and roared, and the second wave rushed out towards the man in front of him again.

The most direct way is to break through the realm with force.

With the squeeze of the artistic conception on the mind, the affective layer of the sword man will usher in resistance and outburst, it resides in the emotion, bursts out with the sword move, and then crashes fiercely on the "meaning" realm.

Just like Yu Yingcai's last move [one shoulder horizontal], the woman's stacking waves at this time are also for this.

The victory or failure of this move is related to the tenacity and sharpness of the sword's affection, heart, and intent, the degree of grasp of the sword intent of the sword, and the quality of the sword intent itself.

The woman was not sure about the contrast between the three, and the only thing she could see was that the second attempt failed again.

Faced with the roaring knife, Shang Huaitong raised his sword again, and this time he didn't even block it anymore, the blade of the sword slashed lightly, and then struck in the middle and back of the blade. Zhang Junxue felt as if she had been hit by a mountain, her wrist shook violently, and the heavy knife almost lost control.

Since the beginning of her knife practice, she has rarely experienced this feeling!

The second layer of stacked waves, on the contrary, became lighter in the man's hands, not even counting toys, as if they were just dead branches falling from a tree.

Zhang Junxue knows that this is the result of in-depth influence.

Yu Yingcai only had time to make one move, and at this time, the woman's second knife had already been swung out. She didn't know if she could get another stab, and now instead of suffocating and tingling, her body was beginning to feel a gentle coolness and a quiet pulsation.

It is true that it is his own feelings and intentions to collide with the intention shrouded by the swordman, but this comparison is never fair.

The sword of will, even if it is a simple and weak sword, its refinement, the "meaning" that penetrates into the sword is also unique and pure enough, there is such a realm of the netherworld, there is also the fear of losing feathers, which is often difficult for ordinary people to touch the realm, and the sword caster lives in the sword, but also to bully the weak, to dominate the guest, want to rely on a anger and determination to break through all this, if it can be easily successful, then the sword will not have the status it has today.

In fact, even in the Grandmaster realm, it is not common to break through the realm with only one's own heart, and the one who can really fight against the Yi Sword is often the other Yi Sword.

But Zhang Junxue doesn't have anything to do with it, she comes from a remote state and county family, and at this time she only has this anger as a basis.

The body was cold and suffocated, there was no real exchange of blows from the knife, Zhang Junxue once again restrained all the strength of the second layer of stacked waves with her body alone, her whole body was like grinding, the woman gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and insisted on superimposing the third layer of stacked waves!

This is the "fourth knife" that Pei Ye failed to see when he was sparring with the woman that night.

At that time, Pei Ye suddenly collapsed in front of the stacked waves on the second layer with [Leaf Eater], and when the woman told him that there was another knife, Pei Ye was deeply shocked.

At this time, it appeared in front of me, and it was indeed a majestic wind and thunder!

The woman is already five lives at this time, and her three overlapping waves are definitely enough to make six lives hate.

But power is meaningless at this time, so what really matters is that the woman has been using the accumulation of knife momentum to superimpose her emotions layer by layer!

When the power on the knife is accumulating, emotions are also accumulating, and when the knife erupts, emotions will also erupt.

At the moment when the third layer of stacked waves swung out, the flame in Zhang Junxue's heart also swelled suddenly, drowning herself, dispelling the coldness on her body, and burning through a piece of sky!

The flames rose and shone brightly in the silence and darkness, as if they were about to illuminate everything.

But in the next moment, it loses its determination to break through everything, and it also loses its direction, and it doesn't know where to go.

It was a sudden rise of resistance that was perceptually perceptive, and the power of the whole artistic conception pressed up in an instant, enveloping, deepening, eroding, and depriving. In an instant, Zhang Junxue lost her perception of herself, and the flame suddenly lost its roots.

The rootless fire decays rapidly in the fluttering.

Everything that lay ahead was nothing more than the subconscious resistance of the environment to her, and it was only when this dazzling flame rose that she truly qualified to become a tough grass in this land—countless ghostly spirits that spread underground, and threw a fierce gaze at its fragile rhizome that stretched underground.

Dare to resist tearing and competing for nutrients, the so-called "I am all me", how can you and him be allowed to exist?

So everything was suddenly wrapped and isolated, and she took the step that Yu Yingcai failed to take, and she also faced the power that he had never faced and that really belonged to the Yi Sword.

Zhang Junxue lost the knife in her hand and lost the strength of Fenran, she didn't hear it, and even the feeling of suffocation was going to disappear.

Only the fierce flame that rose was still burning, in the cold darkness, attached to the woman's tenacious spirit, fed by violent emotions, burning fiercely.

Under the weight of loneliness, the woman walked silently for nine months, breaking up with relatives and friends, stubbornly arguing with Pei Li, a friend she regarded as the enlightened person, who left all obstacles and returned to darkness, precisely to hold on to the tenacious flame of this tent.

How could it be easily suffocated.

At this time, even if the knife was gone, the flame was still blazing in the deepest depths, and she just needed a support.

A place to borrow.

A trace of the heart that is not deprived by this impregnable intention, so that this flame can be attached, and it can burst out of its due power.

Zhang Junxue searched hard in the deepest part of her feelings and intentions, and the darkness had gradually covered up, engulfing everything, leaving few things for her to choose from.

The affection of relatives and friends, no, that is the weakness that is most easily swallowed; Hatred and determination, no, that's the flame itself; Knife Path Ambition. Neither does it. This thing can't come from itself!

It must be strong enough to stand in the middle of it, unaffected by the slightest influence! Let you erode your spiritual flesh and blood, and you can't touch it!

So, a little cold white appeared in her field of vision.

That night's bright moon flowed jade, and the sword was like flowing water. So pure, so pure, so ethereal, without any thought, when the woman came back to her senses, her hand was stretched out to hold it.

So a dazzling light unfolded in the spirit, blooming into a realm of ice and snow glass. This is a memory, but also an imprint, the snow-white feathers flying under the clear sky, and the darkness is inviolable.

As a result, Zhang Junxue's deepest thoughts were hidden in this realm, and the blazing flames stood on it. Soar into the sky!

The silence was so oppressive that in the darkness, the mighty heat and dazzling light slammed through everything, and all kinds of feelings suddenly returned, Zhang Junxue saw himself flying in the air, and the third wave of heavy knives was stacked in his hand, and he poured towards the man in front of him!

Fresh air poured into the nostrils—or rather, they had always been there, only now that they regained their senses, and then the coolness of the autumn breeze, the rays of the high sun, and the cheers of thousands of people. Everything was lifted behind the curtain.

The mood of the dark is still around me, but it is not a return to the feeling of a non-existent bystander before the war. Zhang Junxue clearly felt that they were still enveloping herself, and those thousands of strands were still rushing towards her coldly and ferociously, but she couldn't bury herself anymore.

She stood in it, a stone that it couldn't chew even with all its might.

At this time.

Shang Huaitong was raising his arm to slash the woman's knife, which was obviously the last knife she could swing, and this sword could be unloaded with a light slash and win the game.

At the same moment when the woman's five senses returned, he suddenly raised his head, and a violent light erupted in his eyes.

The woman's heavy sword was like a huge wave pressing his head, and he withdrew his two-handed horizontal sword in an instant, and his true qi surged out from the dantian and penetrated into the sword in his arm. The next moment, the unstoppable force crashed into his sword, Shang Huaitong retreated five steps in an instant, the dust stirred up under each step, he changed three times in a row, before he was able to break away from this knife, and his body in black was churning backwards, freeing up four zhang away, before he stood on his heels.

Shang Huaitong gasped slightly, raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him who was like a flame, stretched out his palm and re-grasped the hilt of the sword, and the feeling of numbness still penetrated through his arm.

In fact, this was not just Shang Huaitong's shock, at the same moment, the audience had already exclaimed—that artistic conception had already spread to the audience, and countless people felt it, and everyone felt its omnipresence and inopposition.

But at this time, for the first time, they felt that it was broken by a tenacious light.

(End of chapter)