No matter how famous and prestigious some people are, you have only heard of them after all, and only when you are facing that person will you find that their fame and prestige are not as high as their strength.

Chen Zhimo is such a person!

He is extremely talented, and before Li Xiu appeared, he was hailed as the successor of Shi Zifei.

Even after Li Xiu appeared, no one refuted his honor.

Zifei, Chen Zhimo, Li Xiu, upper, middle and lower, perfectly composed the trilogy of the academy.

If there is only one of the three of them, the future academy will still stand on the peak.

So Chen Zhimo's strength is really strong.

Jiang Linyu felt very deeply about this, the chessboard phantom kept shattering and reorganizing, Chen Zhimo was in the chessboard to fight with him, not dodging or dodging, his life and soul sank into the chessboard, Jiang Linyu's gray clothes were torn off by him, and his footsteps stepped backwards into the square, and then his figure disappeared in an instant. When he came out again, he found that Chen Zhimo was already standing under him, raising his head with a cold gaze.

It was very difficult to change the shape of the body after falling from the air, because there was no way to borrow strength, but it was only for those with low cultivation, and it was not too difficult for Jiang Linyu.

A spiritual pressure exploded from under him, not very powerful, but it just lifted his body to the ground, and when his feet just stepped on the ground, the chessboard phantom under his feet shattered again, and many small shatters appeared on his trouser legs.

But it didn't hurt the skin.

The chessboard phantom began to converge again, but the speed was getting slower and slower, Chen Zhimo raised his hand, he was holding the folding fan in his hand, it was a very ordinary folding fan, but at this moment, it was full of sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the general trend was held in his hand, and he walked towards Jiang Lin Umbrella with Qiankun in his hand.

The speed is not fast, but every step is extremely steady, as if there is a unique rhythm between heaven and earth, and every step he steps on these rhythms.

Jiang Linyu's gaze was a little solemn, and the breath coming from dozens of miles away made him know that Wang Sanqiu was now at a disadvantage, and he was still unable to protect himself, and he couldn't get out of his hand to get involved in the battle between the two of them.

The gray clothes on his body swayed slightly, and his face was cold.

And the rhythmic sound around became louder and louder, and the general trend of heaven and earth followed, and with Chen Zhimo's footsteps, it became clearer and clearer.

The lake is very large, and there are snowflakes falling on the calm surface of the lake, but there is nothing here

Snowflakes fell on the water and did not make any waves, anything falling on the water would fluctuate, but now there is none.

Qingluan noticed this, and she looked back at the surface of the hanging lake, and a touch of strangeness appeared in her calm eyes.

The dry and cracked earth was covered with a layer of white frost and snow, not thick, and it broke when the wind blew, and with Chen Zhimo's footsteps, the frost and snow began to tremble, and the hanging lake rippled.

There were stones rolling down the shore of the lake, bouncing up and down, and finally falling into a crack in the earth, like falling into an abyss.

Jiang Linyu's complexion became more and more solemn, and his slightly pale face was flushed with ruddy, his paleness was because he was deep in the Northern Snow Field all the year round and he had some dark diseases, so he would always be pale, and at this moment he was flushed, which was a manifestation of the surging of qi and blood, and a strong sense of crisis quietly emerged in his heart.

The dissipated chessboard is still reunited, like layers of snowflakes that are constantly covering them, constantly sewing up those missing gaps.

The general trend of heaven and earth is still being pulled, and the hanging lake behind him begins to boil, like hot water, and like a mountain spring rushing into the sky.

Every time Chen Zhimo takes a step, the general trend in heaven and earth will be extremely prosperous.

Invisible fluctuations that are invisible to the naked eye emanate from his body, this is the power of divine cultivation, at this moment, it comes out of his body like a spring breeze, the spring breeze is like a bath, gently blowing the corners of his blue clothes, blowing away the layers of frost and snow covering the ground without a trace.

The white drift of thousands of meters around him dissipated, revealing a clean and dry ground, and countless small pebbles were still trembling, and then fell into the crack step by step, as if falling into the abyss without sounding any sound.

Chen Zhimo put down the folding fan, did not put it away, did not hang it on his waist, and just put it down casually, the strange thing is that the folding fan did not fall to the ground, but floated quietly in the air, the majestic power of divine cultivation purified the heaven and earth, and then merged into the folding fan, and the fan was broken.

The power of divine cultivation poured into the Hanging Cang Lake.

The broken folding fan turned into powder.

The entire Hanging Lake rose to the sky, and the lake was held by a hand, and the lake was no longer an ordinary lake at this moment, but some other forces were incorporated into it.

Water does not change into a dragon, but at this time a dragon groan sounded in the sky, which was the dragon chant of a real dragon.

The water of the lake turned into a dragon's body.

Broken fan

The surface was mixed with the snowflakes that kept falling in the air, and it was impossible to tell whether it was debris or snow.

The paper umbrella is falling.

Chen Zhimo raised his hand, and the water dragon was held above his head, using himself as the origin to pull the general trend of heaven and earth, and dominate the world.

The scattered snow was attracted to the water of the Hanging Cang Lake, and Jiang Linyu looked up at the giant dragon and suddenly fell silent.

Wang Sanqiu, who was far away, turned into a streamer and turned around and fled, but he was trapped here by the five realms of the Tang Kingdom with the official seal of the Tang Dynasty.

Chen Zhimo was still walking forward, and the chessboard under his feet had completely restored its original appearance.

There was no fluctuation on his face, his eyes were calmer than the lake, his raised palms closed, and the body of the water dragon began to change.

Chen Zhimo snapped his fingers, and the water dragon shattered into countless water droplets, covering the sky and covering the sky.

There was no longer a man on the ground who had fallen under the cracks, for all the stones and debris had fallen into the ground, and the cracked ground was as clean as a mirror.

The sound of the Great Dao sounded, like a flood bell, and this scene frightened Wang Sanqiu in the distance, who had no heart to resist at all, and wanted to escape and live his life, but the more so, the faster he died in the hands of the Tang State Grandmaster.

Zi Fei used the body of the Five Realms to kill the Six Realms of Heavenly Tribulation.

Now Chen Zhimo is moving the Five Realms Heavenly Dao with the body of the Four Realms.

His footsteps stopped, and the power of the three cultivators of the Soul Martial God bloomed out from his body without reservation.

He and Jiang Lin were a few steps apart.

The water droplets in the sky suddenly turned into countless whirlpools, and a little starlight lit up in the center of countless whirlpools, and a breeze blew, and countless starlight turned into countless stars hanging overhead.

The soles of Chen Zhimo's feet trampled on the ground, and countless stones and dirt fell into the ground, and countless stones and dirt melted into the dust, and then bloomed from the dust!

When the starry sky shone on the sea of flowers, everything in the heavens and the earth was quiet.

Chen Zhimo faced Jiang Lin's umbrella, gently spread his hands, and said, "This is a good spring." ”

Jiang Linyu didn't speak, he stood in place, his hands behind his back, his feet on countless flowers, looking up at the stars in the sky, the starlight shone on his face, and his eyes were extremely shining.

I was able to see such a scene before I died.

That's enough!

The paper umbrella fell to the ground, to the flowers.

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