How many times before, people have sat in the diffuse of this mysterious meaning for several hours, and the quiet, cold-hearted and secluded temperament is a lofty and distant that people have never realized.

There are large and small forces, high and low skills, and the levels are divided into different worlds.

The lower one can't be broken, it has nothing to do with the size of the strength or weakness, just because all your efforts are just a mirror in front of it, Zhang Junxue has done his best to annotate this in the previous game.

What's more, at that time, this ghostly sword was not used at all, and the woman even broke this mutilated artistic conception by herself.

But now the world has been turned upside down.

When this artistic conception is completely completed, its true power is revealed to everyone, even if it is only as a perceptual bystander, the silence that fills everything silently is chilling.

Not "unresistible", but "unresistible" - throw you into the boundless water, who are you going to fight?

Even among the swords, it is one of the best.

Therefore, when people perceive such a sword spreading, they know that the fight is over.

Shang Huaitong's face was gloomy, he had not yet put a sword on the young man's throat, but for a while, he was still unwilling to accept such a victory.

But no one thought that the boy would not accept such a failure first!

He was in such a realm, and he actually took the first step towards the already invincible, distant and ethereal black attack in front of him, and once again unleashed his sword with an expressionless face!

When this sword light suddenly rose, everyone could see Shang Huaitong's complete rage!

This kind of ignorance and arrogance stung him absolutely, and it was precisely because he had always put himself high enough that in the face of such strong arrogance, the poisonous flame in his heart would be so difficult to contain.

The man's eyes were like bells, full of redness, and his lofty face was as hideous as a yaksha at this time. No longer restrained by cold and tense demeanor, Shang Huaitong is full of pressure with one sword!

All the gloom converged on the man, black as night, and then there was a quiet night all around. No matter how many times he had been defeated before, when this sword was actually used, he would once again be in absolute height. Everyone felt the frightening heaviness, coldness, and suffocation.

The young man's bright sword light suddenly froze.

The previous lightness and decisiveness seem to be full of invisible threads at this time, enveloping, stretching, and clogging. In the overwhelmed darkness, the boy seemed to have difficulty breathing, and he stiffly and reluctantly held his sword in front of him, like a slow and fragile crooked paper figure.

Shang Huaitong smashed him with a sword!

For the first time, the majestic power of the six lives was completely implemented, and under the tie of the ghostly life, the young man could no longer use any tricks, and the two swords struck each other, like a hurricane hitting dry paper, and the young man's body was like a broken kite, and he was thrown out suddenly, bringing a thin line of blood in the air.

He was about to fall off the stage, but the crooked figure barely flipped in the air, fell straight down, and staggered to the edge.

The boy lowered his head, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of fresh blood leaked to the ground, and then gasped.

Like a suffocating fish.

There is no opportunity to play, of course, there are also sword moves, but the intention is the intention, and if you are not at this level, there is no way to fight.

Li Yiqing stood up suddenly, looking straight at the ring, if it weren't for Shen Qi's arm, the girl would have jumped off the ring.

Zhang Junxue clenched the hem of her clothes with a pale face, she knew that she was in it and how powerless she was, and now this sword was far better than it was at that time.

On the high platform, the old man in the old official uniform also twisted his body halfway, poked his head and looked at the figure in the high place with some anxiety.

There were no cheers, and there was a moment of silence on the field.

Like the abyss of the sea, like a fairy of the underworld, the power of the complete sword Mo Yu was deeply imprinted in people's hearts at this time, everyone was amazed by the courage of the young man, but they also had to regret such a devastating scene.

When this sword really showed its due power in the man's hand, people knew how ridiculous those previous thoughts were-what Zhang Zongyuan or Yang Yan, even if they counted the twentieth or thirtieth in the future, no one would be able to win in front of such a sword!

The boy was not swept out of the ring by a sword, and it was beyond everyone's expectations that he could still stand at this time.

Shang Huaitong doesn't even have to move, the tighter and tighter the strands of silk will deprive the boy of everything—strength, true qi, and perception. Even thinking.

But the man still strode over with a flick of his sword, and his footsteps revealed violent rage.

How could he have let him go so lightly?!

All the anger accumulated in the previous two battles, today, Wubi, and even the contempt he had received from this person earlier, now he wanted him to pay for it!

Two defeats didn't mean anything, he was certainly angry and resentful, but he would never doubt himself. Just as he once lost to Bai Yuliang, but as long as this sword is there, he will always be confident to stand high on everyone's heads!

This is his green ladder, his wings, his faith and pride, and his dirty heart is lifted high into the clouds!

Such a sword!

If you haven't seen gods and immortals, now he holds them in your hands.

When he stops doing those boring games and really swings this sword, who can walk a move from his hand!

Shang Huaitong's angry gaze locked on the young man, and as he walked, he raised his arm and raised his sword.

With the man's movements, the faint threads were pulled again, and the entire huge artistic conception was mercilessly pressed towards the fragile boy.

For the sword in his hand to precursor.

Everyone felt the trend of this artistic conception, and exclamations were already heard from the stands.

And Pei Lixin was suffocated.

Of course, he was completely enveloped by this sword, and of course he couldn't get out of the intact sword.

When the tip of the [Breaking Ground] sword pressed against Shang Huaitong's throat, an unfathomable sword burst out from the man's hand and suddenly pounced, covering the world and himself with a curtain composed of silence and silk wisps.

The man who was close in front of him suddenly became distant.

Pei Ye had used the clouds and the sky many times, but this was the first time he felt the feeling of the sword rushing to his face, the sky was overturned, and he really fell into the deep sea suddenly, and there was nothing to grasp in all directions, and the helplessness of a moment made his heart shrink suddenly.

The next moment he was trapped in this situation, and he was completely wrapped in sharp hostility and cold suppression.

Nothing belongs to him in this world.

But at that time, it was not impossible to move.

Compared to the sudden deprivation of the flying geese on a snowy night, the intention of this sword is to advance quietly and slowly, and countless cold slenderness invade the body, but in the first moment, although the body is frozen and stiff, you can still move as you wish.

Pei Ye directly shook his sword and stabbed at the man again.

But Shang Huaitong's reaction was twice as fast.

He suddenly raised his sword to meet him, and the moment he exchanged swords, this seemingly deep and quiet realm suddenly revealed its sharp fangs.

Shang Huaitong slammed into him with a sword, and everything around him was driving forward, in this realm, he was almost the same force of heaven and earth!

However, Pei Li's sword seemed to be inextricably linked, the true qi was drained, the power was passing, and when he changed his moves, the surrounding air was against the sword momentum.

He couldn't take Shang Huaitong's sword hard, at this time, he was strong and I was weak, and there was nowhere to turn around, and the tragedy of the two swords hitting each other was a matter of course. Being able to return the sword and defend and control the body in the ring is already an outstanding achievement.

However, this is the situation that Pei Li is ready to accept.

He knew the man was holding the sword before he struck it; Before he drew his sword, he felt the gloom that shrouded him.

He had already had his own ideas about this sword, but if he hadn't seen it head-on, how would he know what it really looked like?

He raised his head, and even his vision began to be deprived, and in a slight blur, the man in front of him strode towards him with the momentum of crashing into everything, and Pei Ye wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Only earnest and tense, never nervous.

He slowly closed his eyes, his fingers flicking twice in the air, and the little irritability that tingled his fingers again gave birth to a burr-like sensation on his belly.

The boy regained his grip on the hilt of his sword with this feeling.

The blur has gotten worse.

The "loss" that Zhang Junxue had experienced climbed up coldly at this time, Pei Li knew that this was "assimilation", and gradually, he would also become a part of them completely.

So he couldn't help but feel funny.

The body was cold and stiff, everything was falling towards the abyss of silence, Pei Ye was suffocated and took a deep breath.

In front of him, Shang Huaitong's suffocating violent sword had already brought a fierce wind.

——

The bloodstained boy at the corner of his mouth stood in front of him, like a weak rag doll.

Shang Huaitong's anger was still overflowing, but he had forcibly pressed the gaffe on his face.

This picture really calmed his mood.

It's just a grasshopper that jumps higher, as long as he wants to press it to death, he can press it to death at any time. The tiger goes to the minions, the bird loses its wings, and the sword of the ghost is thrown away - his true pride goes to fight with others, so what if he loses?

For more than a decade, you've been studying your pathetic sword skills back and forth, and what I'm alone is something you'll never reach.

Of course, Shang Huaitong knew that this young man was only seventeen years old, but what he knew even more was that after this sword, his kendo path would stop at seventeen years old forever.

The Silk of Darkness was born in the sword, and Shang Huaitong pressed his wrist with his left hand expressionlessly, and the whole realm pulsated faintly.

Everyone felt a terrifying chill.

It is no longer just the infection of artistic conception, but everything has been mobilized, inextricably linked, and tied to the man's sword.

Quietly falling.

【Morning and Twilight】

The origin of life and death, not with the usual flowers.

The real killing sword recorded in "The Secret Life Chapter", now, Shang Huaitong is also holding it in his hand for the first time.

Sprinkled down towards the young man in front of him, who had no power to fight back.

The body and the silk strands merge into one, and the silk wisps are grateful, and the body should wither.

In the game, this is an unavoidable and unstoppable sword.

However, in the sudden clenched heartbeat of the audience, Pei Ye raised his head, still with that indifferent look.

Gently clasp the sword.

The young man's thoughts on this sword did not come from this scene, after the man started the secluded realm.

But when Shang Huaitong first rolled out his incomplete artistic conception to the audience, it had already begun.

How did the man carve his mentality by pulling weeds, how he fused his feelings and intentions with the whole martial arts field, and how did he spread out this sword clearly, and made a ridiculous sewing on it in public before 50,000 people.

The whole part fell into Pei Li's eyes without any mistake.

Everyone was amazed by the sword of the effort, its power and its subtlety.

Only the boy kept frowning like a fish in his throat.

It is as if a stone has been embedded in the smooth dough, and it is as if a broken sound has been mixed into the beautiful music, which is very unbearable.

And now, after facing this sword head-on, Pei Ye was finally able to hold it in his hand.

So at this time, under the shock of tens of thousands of people, the young man gently raised his arm and blocked Shang Huaitong's ethereal sword.

The expected scenario did not appear, and the death and withering that had gathered momentum froze there.

The audience was silent for a while.

How come nothing is happening?

But soon something new appeared—dryness, a pronounced dryness, born from the place where the two swords clashed.

Shang Huaitong's body froze, dazed.

Something unexpected in this realm is completely unprepared for a man.

But in the next moment, the unexpected suddenly became clear—more and more intense dryness, constantly bursting out from the place where the two swords clashed, until there was an obvious form, which was fire.

The moment he realized this, Shang Huaitong's whole person froze completely, as if he was poured on his head by a basin of ice water.

Familiar with fire.

The fire of the Seven Lives Forged Fire!

In the eyes of 50,000 people, under the heavy silence that everyone deeply realized, the young man who was at the center of the cold and lonely plucked a bright spark from his sword.

Then, ferociously expanded.

The blazing flames suddenly engulfed everything on the two of them, from the inside out, from the root to the end, all the filaments and chickweeds were burned away!

It's all burned, how can it wither together?

And after burning the silk around the two of them, the flames still didn't stop!

With the two of them as the center, the fierce heat and light burned towards the entire Netherworld, echoing everywhere they went!

In an instant, the secluded realm had become a sea of fire.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Shang Huaitong looked at all this with stiff eyes, as if he had forgotten that he was still in the ring.

Stunned, confused, and incredulous.

Day and night, ten years of penance, with faith and pride.

Such a fairy-like swordsmanship standing on top of the white clouds is his proudest achievement in the way of the sword.

It was dismantled by a sword from a young man.

Of course he knew what was going on.

Now the boy stood in front of him, he looked at him lightly, no expression, no movement, and his indifferent eyes were like the deepest ridicule.

- Who taught you to put fire in the fungus?

This idea is even more unacceptable than the defeat of "The Ghost Chapter" in the hands of a teenager, because it was just a victory or defeat, and this made all his efforts in the past ten years ridiculous!

It was like the sharpest dagger that pierced deep into the man's heart, pulling out hot flesh and blood.

The young man's indifferent eyes seemed to have turned into countless pairs of eyes at this time, and the 50,000 people in the audience all clearly watched his secluded realm being burned by the young man's sword!

In an instant, the hysterical rage broke through everything, heart, mind, emotion, Shang Huaitong's whole person was completely overwhelmed by anger, he looked at the young man in front of him, his face was hideous to the extreme.

So what!!

Even if it's the wrong sword, it's still a sword! It's still a swordsmanship you'll never touch! I can still study the Sword Academy, and I can go again!

Shang Huaitong's eyes were as red as bleeding.

And the Wubi isn't over yet!

You're just breaking the move, you didn't put the sword on my neck! Do you think I'm going to throw in the towel myself?!

You wasted this hard-earned opportunity and chose to humiliate me, then now, there is no chance!!

His eyes stared at the young man in front of him almost violently, and his sword suddenly burst out!

A sudden exclamation was one after another.

Everyone was still shocked by the unbelievable scene just now, no one expected that the man would draw his sword again at this time.

It's clear that the winner is so clear!

But this powerful move suddenly appeared in the ring, almost setting off a violent wind, and at this time, under the pouring of anger, it looked even more terrifying!

- [Seven Flames Without Life]!

Even if the sword is broken, he is still a genuine Bowang first and sixth life.

At this time, the young man was three feet in front of him, and after the hard battle, his true qi was exhausted, exhausted, and with a pale injury, like a piece of paper.

He could cut off his head with a single sword!

But the next moment, Shang Huaitong suddenly had an illusion - the young man seemed to be moving faster than him.

The moment his fingers moved, the young man moved his gaze at the same time, Shang Huaitong looked at these indifferent eyes, and felt that his whole body was completely insightful.

And the next moment, an ice jade-white sword light appeared in front of these eyes.

Appears before his fiery sword.

Shang Huaitong had never seen such a wonderful sword light, but this amazement was only for a moment, and the next moment, he lost his vision, lost his ears, lost his nose, and lost his whole body

The deepest and most oppressive darkness suddenly descended and buried him completely.

And above the entire martial arts field, the audience was inexplicably silent.

The boy's sword brought a white world.

It wasn't supposed to appear in front of people, but it was a collision of two artistic conceptions, and the secluded realm was already in everyone's perception.

Then the people were fascinated to see that at the end of the dark and manic Netherworld, a bright and pure whiteness had spread out from the sky, covering everything in the darkness.

In the silent night, in front of the pitch-black curtain, countless white images rushed in: white horses like snow and jade, ice and water, swords covered with frost flowers, and white and sharp feathers floating all over the sky......

Alone like a dream, the eyes are white, the bright moon is a jade mirror, and the snow is silver.

You don't have to empathize, this is the simplest and most direct, cold sharpness and beauty.

Compared to such a cold killing intent, the underworld just now was like a hot spring.

It's a formula. A true sword.

On the ring, Shang Huaitong woke up from the deepest emptiness and darkness, the long sword in his hand had already taken off, and the whole person crashed to the ground.

The next moment, Pei Ye stomped on his throat with a dead kick.

Shang Huaitong's face was distorted and red.

The cold depth had not completely subsided, the young man's perceptive eyes were fixed on him, he wanted to mobilize the dantian, but in the previous moment, the surging fierce fire—not the artistic conception or the fire of the sword move, but the real blazing heat—had suddenly poured in, drowning everything.

Shang Huaitong felt the sharp pain in his body and complete and complete powerlessness, and the incredible stiffness and horror appeared on his face at the same time. He looked at the young man who was looking down indifferently in the shadow of the sky, and finally understood his thoughts.

He could obviously outmaneuver himself with one sword, but he only smashed everything in him with the true qi of four lives and a simple sword, the same and unstoppable.

This arrogance made Shang Huaitong cold.

Yes.

As long as you are stronger than others, there will be pride, but some people are buried deeply, some people are buried shallowly, and some people are unreservedly proclaimed to others.

Shang Huaitong is proud of the entire Bowang because of a sword.

I wish Gao Yang to top the three top grandmasters, and when he turned back with a smile in a desperate situation, what kind of arrogance was in his heart?

Ming Qitian doesn't have pride, but what she does has always been the kind of thing that the proudest people do.

So how could Pei Ye not have the same emotion?

In the study of the state government, the old man said: "I see that you are actually much more arrogant than Shang Huaitong, but you always pretend to be very humble. ”

Now, everything the boy wants to express has been conveyed to the man at his feet-

Neither learn nor use a sword.

Pei Ye stepped on his throat, and what Sui Zaihua said, that kind of arrogant arrogance spewed out undisguised for the first time. This is also the first time that the teenager has spoken coldly since he went to the ring:

"You are a fool who deserves to speak in front of me?"

(End of chapter)