In the stands, almost all the spectators felt this abnormal restlessness and saw the high threshold.

It was a dead cliff, where the sword arrived, and the sword choked the throat.

The quiet and quiet immortal intent was stopped in front of this cliff at this time, and the shadow of the mountain was cast down, and the original thoroughfare was no longer open for it at this time.

This is an intuitive feeling that comes directly from this artistic conception, and many people, even those who have never practiced swords, have never practiced swords, and they are directly aware that this sword. Not finished.

It's stuck here.

What Shang Gongzi was holding turned out to be a half-used sword.

So what should it look like when it should be?

Everyone's hearts seemed to be slowly lifted, as if the lofty invisible mountain had been pressed in front of them.

And in the ring, Shang Huaitong took a deep breath.

For him, the first step in reshaping a mountain is to bear the weight of it.

Now it seems that the roles of the two sides have been reversed, Zhang Junxue has escaped from the secluded realm, but Shang Huaitong has fallen in.

In other words, it was precisely because Zhang Junxue stepped on a foothold that belonged to her in this realm that all the waves that stirred up poured back to Shang Huaitong.

The man looked at the heavy knife that was coming in front of him, feeling the feedback of this realm to the previous three moves, the emotion became more and more impatient, and the mountain shadow became heavier and heavier.

He raised his arm and raised his sword, and the burning true qi was immediately poured into it.

The corners of Shang Huaitong's mouth hooked a slight arc, and under his manic eyes, he gasped in a low voice, "Don't worry."

The scattered posture and the mountain-like heavy sword should have been a reluctant support, but Shang Huaitong's sword was like four fierce fires!

Zhang Junxue's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, and the second layer of the stacked waves smashed towards the man without any reduction, but the man didn't care about this power at all, nor did he care about his own untidy posture, and at the moment when the [Three Flames Hidden Life] ended, the fourth move had already risen from the sword.

The sword slammed into the knife four times.

Four strokes were strong and fast, in an instant, four angles, four points, when the man stopped his sword, the four impacts were connected into a long "bell". Zhang Junxue's heavy knife was like a feather catching up with the wind, and after a sudden stop, it slammed back into his body.

For the first time, instead of parrying or defusing the second wave, someone responded with an equally violent attack sword and broke it hard.

"Pulling Weeds" No. 4 [Four Fires Give Life].

It is true that the sword move is strong enough, but because of the strength and true qi of the man's six lives, even in a hurry, it is enough to support this blow.

He didn't need to unload the first wave at all.

Zhang Junxue's strength was already amazing enough to fill the gap of five to six, how could he still want to suppress the man with this?

I thought that the initiative in my hand turned out to be something that the man didn't want to fight for at all.

Between the before and after moves, the two sides seem to have misjudged one after another, but at this time, the emotions of both sides are indeed at the peak, and reason is being pressed to the bottom, because this is not only a competition of skills in the ring, behind the victory or defeat, the future and old hatred of the two are involved.

If you want to fly into the sky, I will drown you in the mire!

Because of this, Zhang Junxue gave up the opportunity to add a minor injury to the man, and instead concentrated his strength, and must slash the heaviest knife on him.

So at this time, there is no chance of even minor injuries.

The four swords collided with the woman's blade, Shang Huaitong put his face in front of Zhang Junxue's eyes, looked at her coldly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't. Excuse me. ”

In a one-on-one ring, this is obviously too strange a remark. But Zhang Junxue didn't have the heart to think about the meaning at all, the moment this face was pasted, the red in her eyes rose even thicker than Shang Huaitong!

The woman's voice came out of the iron frosted stone: "you-"

The sound suffocated suddenly, and the force of the backlash slammed down on her chest with the knife, sending her body flying backwards.

The power of this blow is comparable to the first layer of stacked waves, and the woman could have used her arm strength to stop most of it, but under the agitation of the muscles, the momentum of this knife doubled violently again, Zhang Junxue twisted her body and tried her best to avoid it, but she was still hit by the handle of the knife to her chest.

This is the price she chooses for herself, the whole person walks with the knife, and her posture is messy and falls three zhang away, Zhang Junxue held down the knife, held her mouth and coughed, or a mouthful, "whooshing" out of a mouthful of blood.

The only gain is that in the process, the knife in the woman's hand fades away in a smooth trend. She looked up as she struggled to straighten her posture, her face visibly painful, but her eyes were still staring at the man like wolves.

But Shang Huaitong didn't look at her, nor did he attack at the first time, just looked down at the sword in his hand. After a moment, he looked at the woman who had arranged her posture and muttered softly: "Fifth Style"

Five fierce flames suddenly burst out from the depths of the viscera.

They converged in one arm, and then exploded more violently through the long sword, and Shang Huaitong swept like a tiger.

From this outlet, the woman completely lost the power to bear the frame.

The body that had just adjusted its stance could only hurriedly raise the sword, but it lost the increase of the stacked waves, and it was unable to resist this sword that was heavier and more ferocious than any of the previous ones by relying only on true qi and strength.

【Five Flames According to Order】

Originating from the heart, lungs, spleen, liver, and kidneys, the five forces are combined, and they are majestic external forces that burst out from within.

Zhang Junxue's heavy knife across his chest collapsed instantly, his posture spread out, and the heavy knife smashed into his chest again.

The injury she had just received was hit hard again, and the woman snorted, and a mouthful of red blood spat on the blade.

The quadrangular stands burst into exclamations - this is definitely the situation that can end the fight!

Gu Guang's face no longer had a gentle color, it was as tense as an iron face, and the Zhang family was also a depressed silence. On the high platform, the officials did not know when to stop the discussion, obviously this two sides made more violent moves than any previous fight, and it was no longer a battle that could be easily watched.

And under the ring, Yang Yan held the hilt of the knife, and when Zhang Junxue was knocked away by a sword, his face tightened, and when the mouthful of shocking blood spit out, the young man was even more clenched in his heart, turned his head, and looked at the people around him carefully.

Pei Ye's face was expressionless, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a sharp straight line, and he was a little scary.

Yang Yan had never seen this brother who was two years older really angry, he was sometimes a little unhappy, but he never really got to the point of "anger" - even when he faced the old thief in the martial arts field that night, he didn't show much anger.

But now Yang Yan really felt the buried violence. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak, and finally fell silent.

Above the ring.

The battle continues.

Even though the superiority has been clearly demonstrated, and the test can be ended, both sides obviously did not consider this possibility, and this time, it seems necessary for someone to lie down.

And after this move, Shang Huaitong stopped his sword again.

He either wanted to take a breather in the midst of the pressure, or he was not in a hurry to seize the gap and send the sword into the woman's throat or chest—breaking the woman's defenses with the sword of Pei Ran seemed to be a man's purpose in itself.

And many people in the stands did feel the change in the artistic conception at this time, and in the audience, those things that were originally faint and riotous at this time were backlogged towards the man layer by layer with Shang Huaitong's every move, and most of them had gone at this time.

Its heaviness can be imagined.

But even under the pressure of the secluded realm, in the face of the confrontation of the woman who almost exhausted her life, the man's sword still advanced inexorably, but Zhang Junxue completely lost the opportunity to reorganize the waves after a few moves, and became powerless.

The woman standing with the knife gasped heavily, the blood at the corners of her mouth did not stop, and her muscles and bones seemed to tremble overwhelmingly, but Shang Huaitong didn't look at her anymore. He lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear the weight of the "intentions" that came up, stared at the sword in his hand and muttered, "Sixth Form [Six Flames Manifest Life]." ”

Once again, the movement was like a fierce fire.

The dazzling flames ferociously flooded the field of vision, and Zhang Junxue's eyes were filled with this sword.

But at this time, she had lost all means, and she could only hold on to her injured body and carry the knife again, and once again rely on her ghostly muscles and bones to bear the heavy blow that another person could no longer bear.

"Life" is fuel, "fire" is offensive, after the first move ignited the burst of flames, all the man's subsequent attacks were built in this raging fire, at this time the six swords were drawn into six flame streams, almost enveloping the woman entirely, and when she spit it out, she was already a body that was injured again.

More wisps of silk came towards Shang Huaitong, these moves were like summoning, and the ensuing backlog was like waiting.

This time, everyone saw that the man was overwhelmed.

No longer just lowered his head, his shoulders were also a little drooping, Shang Huaitong gasped heavily, stopped his sword in front of him, and stared at the ground with wide eyes.

He stood at the foot of the cliff with a whole set of swords, met their waiting gaze, and told them with every move - we will turn over it in the next moment!

And this kind of complaint has been carried out six times.

Almost all the strands gathered around the blockade, watching the gap, waiting for the path that the man had promised.

At this time, it is the most dangerous obstacle to learning this ghostly sword.

He wants to build this bridge with the entire artistic conception, and the difficulty is not in "penetration", but in "bearing".

The woman in front of him, if he wanted to get rid of it, it was only within five moves. [Stacked Waves] was certainly enough to hurt him, and even fatally dangerous, but he would have pierced the sword into the woman's throat faster and more irresistibly.

A not-so-wasted five-life in a group of waste, what a joke.

His real enemy has always been this swordsmanship.

All along, the only thing he was worried about was that he couldn't bear the weight of the entire artistic conception, and before the "breakthrough" happened, he lost the qualification to complete it one step ahead.

But at this time, when his spirit was already approaching the limit, Shang Huaitong raised his head with his sword, and under his red eyes, his mouth hooked an obvious smile.

As each sword ended, he kept feeling and calculating, and the situation became clear at this time.

- Only the last sword remained, and he clearly felt that his spirit still had enough room to carry the remaining strands between the limits.

He can withstand this secluded realm, so it would be good to defeat her.

Shang Huaitong's cheeks were tightened by the clenched teeth, he raised his head, his nose let out a breath of turbidity, and the arm holding the sword tensed again.

Seventh Form——

He stiffened his head, the wind tightening in front of him.

As long as you give the woman half a breather and take a breather, she will immediately give you a violent sword light!

Zhang Junxue can also clearly feel the whole artistic conception pouring towards the man, which is the process of his control of them, but at the same time, he must also bear the heavy pressure.

Of course, this is an opportunity to make a move, and there is a chance to make a move at this time.

She doesn't have fancy skills, and she doesn't have more moves, she still explodes all the power of her muscles and bones, even if she is injured in blood, a [slash waist] still cuts out without any discount!

Shang Huaitong just looked at her expressionlessly, only paused, and still muttered the thoughts in his heart: "Seventh Style"

The sword suddenly rose up.

It was in front of this sword that many people suddenly discovered that the man. It seems that he has been using his "Weeding Chapter" all the time.

Not even a little out of order.

He would rather suffer a loss than complete the [Three Flames Hidden Life].

No matter whether Zhang Junxue was attacking or defending, fierce or weak, he had been advancing his sword style like this, and by the way, he pressed Zhang Junxue into a tragic situation.

In his eyes, the woman seemed to be just a wooden figure for him to draw a sword, a tool to join this sword.

It was because of her presence that the path of the Sword of Darkness was revealed, and this was the purpose of the man's waiting, searching for a tough grass.

- If you don't hold this wound for me, how can I suture it?

At this point, of course, this is still the case.

The seventh of "Pulling Weeds", [Seven Fires Have No Life].

Without any accidents, Zhang Junxue's heavy knife was destroyed in front of this style, and a runaway ring swung out of her arm.

At the same time, it was her already exhausted body that suffered a heavy blow again.

"Pulling Weeds", every move is a violent and unretreating attacking sword, and so far, it has reached its peak.

The knife was struck open, and the empty door in front of Zhang Junxue was exposed, but as before, Shang Huaitong did not stab the long sword.

In the ring, he stopped his sword and calmed down.

What everyone felt.

At this moment, with the shot of the seventh sword, the last strand of silk also gathered towards him, and the whole artistic conception was really completely tied to him.

The feelings and intentions carried in "Pulling Weeds" are completely integrated into the sword of seclusion at this time.

The most difficult "burden" has been completed, so the next step is to "penetrate" with a sword.

The heavy intention almost suffocated Shang Huaitong's mood, but his mouth grinned in a heavy gasp, and the man was not afraid to express his happiness and joy at this time, before closing his eyes, he first threw a glance at the high platform, and when he looked back, he swept over the expressionless Pei Li under the stage.

Then he closed his eyes and muttered softly.

Those words were not inaudible, but the man's mind had already sunk into them, and everyone felt that something was being cast in that artistic conception.

When he was doing this, all his attention, including hearing, was of course on Zhang Junxue.

The seventh type of sword, the power is already stronger than the first six moves, and he deliberately went towards the wounded and repelled, the woman staggered back at this time, although the flying arm knife had returned to the right, but the body trembled overwhelmingly, and the next moment she would not stand firmly, she should fall to her knees with a knife.

Because of this critical time, Shang Huaitong didn't want to take her knife again.

He no longer had any extra sword left for her, seven moves had passed, and the repetitive sword moves would leave excess emotions in the artistic conception, and more importantly, this artistic conception would be disturbed again - he would definitely not be able to withstand the eighth sword anymore.

He also has no extra energy, and controlling the secluded realm has made his feelings and intentions tense to the extreme, and connecting and casting those points of light is a work that requires immersion in the mind.

So the rest of his attention was on the woman, like a snake swallowing its prey, alert to the wind and grass around it.

But. Sure enough, an accident happened.

He opened his eyes—the woman hadn't fallen.

The sword, which he thought was heavy enough, didn't seem to hurt the woman too much at all, and the bones were so strong that they seemed to be made of iron.

At this time, the change in artistic conception and the weight he endured were exposed to the woman's eyes at a glance.

So, the moment the retreating momentum stopped, it was clear that the qi and blood in his body had not undergone the slightest adjustment, and Zhang Junxue had already stepped on the ground again, and her eyes were fixed on Shang Huaitong.

Slash down with a knife!

Shang Huaitong looked at the flying knife, sighed lightly, retreated, crossed his arm, and set up his sword. The sound of "bell", as if the scene at the beginning of the opening was reproduced, the big lock Hengjiang, not moving at all, Zhang Junxue's heavy knife was stopped on the sword.

At this distance, the woman heard Shang Huaitong's muttering of a light breath: "According to the order"

He's still tidying up his secluded realm.

Shang Huaitong was reluctant to deal with the woman at this time, because it was a needless burden, and it did not mean that he was now a balloon that would burst as soon as he poked.

If he really had to put himself in such a dangerous situation that he couldn't even deal with a knife, the woman couldn't have stood here at all—he would have at least unloaded her leg and arm first.

The unfinished secluded realm did restrain him, and now is indeed the time when he is most vulnerable, but in the face of Zhang Junxue at this time, this fragility is also impregnable.

Even if the pressure is extreme, even if he doesn't dare to use any sword, the foundation of the six lives is there-in fact, if the woman slashes with all her might, he can calmly deal with it ten more times.

As for the waves, of course she could, but it was too late.

This hook-up can be completed by him in just two breaths, and she can make a knife at most.

That is, the knife that was now firmly stopped in the air by him.

He drank his strength and slashed his sword to push the woman away, but the woman did not move.

Shang Huaitong was stunned for a moment.

This power is like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

But immediately he realized that it was not, it was the power of terror that engulfed it!

Shang Huaitong's eyes suddenly shrank to the extreme.

Fiercely, the power of the mountain poured down from the knife, and the iron lock of Hengjiang collapsed like rotten wood in an instant, and under this knife, Shang Huaitong's arm was as soft as his face!

Since the beginning of the war, he has never encountered such a colossal force!

Zhang Junxue's body has stopped trembling, or rather, this tremor is outward. Her mouth was bloody, her eyes were red, and her wheezing was heavy, but she no longer looked overwhelmed.

The so-called "heavy burden" is the four layers of waves that she has been firmly restrained and bound in her body.

Compared with Shang Huaitong's "Pulling Weeds", few people have found that the woman has been accumulating every knife since she broke out of her artistic conception.

It is better to miss the opportunity to hurt people than to make waves; I'd rather hurt myself than curb the momentum of the knife in the slightest, and even add another arm to it. The power of each knife was guided into her body and hidden, and the trembling under the weight became more and more intense.

Only her divine bones can support such a burden, and at this point, it is the fifth sword.

Ten days ago, she could only push the stacked waves to the third layer, which had already made Pei Ye stunned and Gu Guang admit defeat, but after five lives, she could already withstand stronger pressure, so the fourth layer came naturally.

Shang Huaitong should have noticed these anomalies, but the weight of his emotions in the Netherworld was indeed not a light talk, although he was not really dizzy in the battle, but he also did not have the extra energy to think about the subtle tremors.

So now, this unavoidable negligence has turned into a poisonous python that suddenly pounces in the shade of the tree.

Absolutely deadly.

Of course, Shang Huaitong has no spare strength to deal with it!

The blade was only three feet above his eyebrows, and the sudden explosion of air had already suffocated his mouth and nose, and his heart was clenched violently first.

Seven fires have no life, seven fires have no life. At this moment, the instinct of a Brilliant Swordsman echoed rapidly and fiercely in his heart.

Yes, even if it is such a power that Pei Mo can resist, since it is such a sudden attack, even if he is under such a heavy pressure!

One style of [Seven Flames Without Life] is also enough to reverse the situation and give the pig in front of him a sword that breaks through his chest!

But he couldn't, the Netherworld could no longer afford the disturbance of such a sword, or rather, he would be powerless to restrain it.

Coming out of the sword is equivalent to giving up the sword that is about to be completed - even if there is no sword cultivation academy, he will never give up the power that is close at hand and makes his heart surge at this time!

But if he doesn't use his sword, how can he stop it?

This knife is definitely enough to bring irreparable serious injuries.

The man's sudden performance appeared in his eyes, and under the pouring blade, Zhang Junxue gritted her teeth, and her heart and lungs almost exploded!

From above. No, since nine months ago, this is the scene that has made her dream back to midnight, how many times she has woken up to her lip that has been bitten out of blood.

She roared, and the blade pressed down with all its might, but the moment it was about to touch the man's forehead, the man jerked up, and his equally fierce eyes glared at her.

The blade was abruptly stopped.

A huge, chaotic colossal force exploded between the swords, it collapsed into four stacked waves, and a huge twist hit the wrist from the hilt of the knife, and Zhang Junxue felt like she was about to dislocate for the first time in her life.

She was in control of the knife.

The red eyes under the messy hair stared at the man in front of him, and the explosion painted the face in a distorted blur.

It was really an explosion, a fiery, sudden explosion.

In the small space, qi and fire collided with everything, including Zhang Junxue's knife and Shang Huaitong's body.

It was just as the last moment of the fire, the man gritted his teeth, and the fiery true qi poured madly into the long sword—squeezed into the red thread.

[South China Sea Fire Zhu], a mineral that is not too rare, but far enough away from Bowang Prefecture.

It ignites and gathers heat, and can burst out with unimaginable heat under the true qi, which in turn will further stimulate the true qi, and is a sword-casting treasure that swordsmen who practice fire qi swordsmanship cannot ask for.

But a less stable drawback is that if too much True Qi is pressed in one breath, and the squeezing between True Qi reaches a critical point, the ore will explode like gunpowder – far exceeding the power of gunpowder.

Shang Huaitong would neither give up the Sword of Ghostly Life, nor would he pay the price of serious injuries, so he detonated the "original fire".

The impact of the explosion shook his five intestines, and his mouth, ears, eyes, and nose even lost their effect in an instant, and his throat surged with sweetness. But under the protection of True Qi, such an injury is quite acceptable.

After all, pushing and slashing are two very different ways to damage.

Shang Huaitong retreated, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at Zhang Junxue.

The tall body was also twisted and blurred in the air and heat, and she was already injured and tired, and then she was caught off guard, and this explosion made her body more scattered than that of a man.

But the moment his feet touched the ground, this messy figure suddenly slammed again, breaking through the qi wave and rushing over again.

Zhang Junxue clung to the knife in her hand, and her arm was almost unconscious.

It's not that she doesn't have time to adjust her posture, and even if she is given plenty of time, that's all she can do.

Because the trembling of the body can no longer be contained, every muscle, every tendon, and every bone is trembling violently, and it is impossible to imagine how the human body can carry such a burden.

But the woman did carry it.

Yesterday in this ring, she could only use the fourth layer of stacked waves, but at this time, above the stands, Gu Guang had stood up suddenly.

"So theoretically, the waves can only reach the fourth layer at most." Last winter, Gu Guang sat next to the woman and smiled gently.

"The fifth layer, in a different way." Last night, in the cold autumn, the man's voice was calm and solemn.

After four layers of waves, the power on the knife is already the limit that can be restrained, so it is necessary to infuse the power into the body, and use the arm and body as the knife to carry and support this layer that breaks through the limit.

This was the end of that scene, and the fifth layer of waves that Gu Guang didn't use on the woman.

This is a murderous move to hurt the enemy before hurting himself, and when Gu Guang realized this move, he only planned to target it at an enemy.

Now it is indeed aimed at this enemy.

Throughout the martial arts competition, and even in the ten years before and after, there was absolutely no unparalleled power in the ring, and a dragon was bound by her.

No one thought that the life-fighting move that had just made countless people stand up and exclaim was not the pinnacle of women's offensive.

Obviously, it should be the final outburst, the last hole card revealed by both sides, but why can this already tired body be stacked with another layer?!

One layer apart, a qualitative change occurred, and the power accumulated in the knife shocked everyone, and it could not hold back, and it was pouring out violently with the woman's entire tendon and bone as a pole!

The woman slammed into Shang Huaitong messily and swiftly, her body was full of flaws, but before these flaws, there was a heavy knife that was enough to smash everything first.

From Shang Huaitong's point of view, it was a mountain that leaned towards him.

And all he had in his hand was a piece of the sword that had just been pulled out of the explosion.

At this time, even if you make up your mind to come out of the [Seven Flames No Life], how can you resist such a sword?

However, Shang Huaitong gently lifted the sword piece, and his face completely calmed down.

He looked at the knife almost indifferently, and the anger just now seemed like the illusion of a spectator passing away.

Zhang Junxue was pressed in front of him in the air, and the shadow completely covered the man, raising his eyebrows, like a seriously injured tiger and a leopard with a lost child.

Then, she heard a word softly spit out from the mouth of the man in front of her.

"No life."

Burning, initiating, hiding, assigning, following, manifesting, and dying.

And so it ends.

"Pulling Weeds", which was originally designed for this, each trick at the beginning of its creation, the meaning behind it was to fill these vacancies, and the man used it one by one sword before, in order to leave the corresponding emotions in the artistic conception.

So under the man's whispered chanting and deep heart, these feelings and intentions that remained in the mystery were slowly connected one by one.

The so-called raft to the shore, the specific sword move can never fill a sword, what the sword of the ghost really needs is also the "meaning" behind this sword.

Now, the seven meanings are linked.

Shang Huaitong raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him, with coldness, smile, and pity in his eyes.

The brutal truth lies ahead.

Zhang Junxue, from beginning to end, you actually only have one chance to really go out.

It can only bring him a crisis at most.

You can have a myriad of designs and ambushes, a steady stream of hole cards, but he'll only give you the time to breathe in the whole game.

If you don't make it to the fifth layer before then, you're all over.

I am all with me, the spirit is beautiful and quiet, and my life is fire.

"Pulling Weeds" - [Seven Lives Casting Fire]

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