Chen Luo is very strong.

The results of time and time again no longer need words to describe his strength.

At the beginning, he was able to press Zi Fei on the grass yellow paper, and later after breaking the realm, he had the terrifying strength of the first fifteen of the Heavenly Scrolls, and he was always getting stronger, and the knife was getting sharper and sharper.

Chen Luo's battle was never fancy, he just raised the knife, slashed out, then put down the knife, and slashed again.

It's such a straightforward fighting style that makes it difficult for many opponents to parry.

For example, from Pu.

Congpu is the high priest of the barren people, and there is no need to say much about the strength of the people, he even turned the entire southern snow field into a spring of flowers and plants, but he was still defeated by this sword.

Chen Luo pointed a knife at Mr. San, as he just said, the next person to die will be Mr. San.

The peach blossoms around are still gently floating, and this place is obviously covered with snow, but it seems that a peach mountain grows.

It's just that these peach blossoms can't fly as unscrupulously as before, because there are flickering knife lights in the air that appear and disappear from time to time, and every time the knife light lights up, a piece of peach blossoms will break in half.

Mr. Three was also looking at him.

The expression on his face is much more formal than before.

"I've felt your knife on Momoyama, it's strong, but it's still a little worse. ”

What he said was very accurate, strong is strong, and some are still some worse.

Chen Luo didn't mean to talk more, or he didn't have time to continue talking at this moment, Mr. San was seriously injured, how could his injury not be serious?

From Pu to Congpu, he is the high priest of the desolate people, and he is the master of the six gentlemen who are famous all over the world.

To be able to overcome such a person, the damage suffered by oneself is obviously extremely serious.

He held the knife very tightly, and his body turned into a knife light and slashed an unknown number of peach blossoms in front of Mr. San.

The heavy and powerful knife momentum pressed towards Mr. Three with unparalleled pressure, and his body sank slightly, and his face turned even paler.

This knife is very strong, and when you actually fight it, you will find that this knife is stronger than it looks.

Mr. Three turned sideways, but a simple movement broke through the blockade of the knife, he took a step back, and the knife fell to the ground against his body.

The earth, which was already collapsing, instantly expanded into a huge hole again, with incomparably long gaps spreading on both sides.

If Chen Luo's knife is very pure, then Mr. San's martial arts are also very pure, he has been on that peach mountain all these years, counting the peach blossoms one by one, repeating day after day that this thing seems boring to outsiders, but in his own opinion, it is like drinking elixir.

There was a sound like quicksand inside the collapse, Mr. Three stood there sideways, flowers suddenly bloomed under the quicksand, and countless peach blossoms appeared around Chen Luo's body, blooming piece by piece, and then falling on the knife light piece by piece.

Flowers are growing, and peach trees are emerging from the ground.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Chen Luo's sword light seems to have dimmed a little.

He looked up at Mr. Three and frowned, only to see that a peach mountain seemed to appear behind Mr. Three.

It's just a phantom, but it feels extremely real.

The light of the knife shone on the sky, the sharp edge crisscrossed the sky, the peach blossom and peach trees were sparsely chopped to pieces, and Chen Luo's knife slashed towards Mr. San, moving forward without the slightest retreat.

Mr. San's eyes were slightly downcast, and the peach mountain behind him suddenly appeared in front of him, and countless peach blossoms were tied to the knife like shackles, and countless peach blossoms kept shattering into two halves as they approached.

Fast, it's been extremely fast.

The sword light is still moving forward, and the piercing sound of the knife is endless, obviously facing only the knife in front of him, but it feels as if there are thousands of knives cut out from all directions.

There have been many cracks in Momoyama, countless petals blooming and withering, all of which are like a cycle that repeats itself over and over again.

Until Momoyama was chopped up, the knife was still moving forward.

Chen Luo's mouth was full of blood, and there were many wounds on his body, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the hand holding the knife, which never trembled in the slightest.

Momoyama was chopped to pieces, and Mr. San's gaze became even colder, and he didn't dodge, but rushed towards the knife.

Everyone's eyes were staring at this scene, and everyone knew that although the two had just clashed, they had reached the point where they were going to win or lose.

There was no wave on Pu's face, and there was no panic in Mr. Two's eyes, they knew Mr. Three best, and they believed Mr. Three the most.

Over the years, Mr. Three has been counting peach blossoms in the peach forest, but what he will be most proficient in is not the petals floating around, but the purity he feels in the process of counting peach blossoms.

It's hard to associate anything with the word pure, because most things are inextricably linked to all sorts of other things.

Mr. San's purest thing is his persistence, and his persistence day after day makes him recognize himself earlier and more clearly, what he counts is not actually peach blossoms, but himself.

He counted himself thousands of times, and he saw himself very thoroughly, never thoroughly.

What he cultivates is himself.

The knife had already fallen in front of him, and a light suddenly fell from the sky and shone on Mr. San's body, this light was very dazzling, more dazzling than the sun, and even more invisible than the sun.

Everyone turned their faces sideways, and only turned their heads again after a long time when the light had faded.

Mr. Three was still standing there, with a knife mark on his chest, his flesh and skin flying, and the blood was dripping and he looked very serious.

But he laughed.

Because he was already standing in front of Chen Luo, that hand was attached to Chen Luo's body.

It turned out that all the light did not disappear, but was held in the palm of his hand, and his palm was close to Chen Luo's chest.

A little light exploded in the palm of his hand.

Chen Luo's body flew upside down hundreds of miles away, turning into a point of light and disappearing.

The faces of the people around him changed drastically, in disbelief, and in shock.

Mr. San coughed a few times, watching the blood spit out of his mouth to the ground, he grinned, and said weakly: "It is worthy of Chen Luo, it is indeed very strong, although this blow can make him lose his ability to fight, but it will not kill him." ”

Chen Luo lost, looking at Mr. San, who was staggering and shaking, no one in the more than ten grandmasters in the field dared to come forward to fight.

"Chen Luo lost, but your injuries are more serious. ”

Su Shengwan's body trembled, obviously suppressing the injuries that would explode in his body at any time.

Mr. Three looked up at him and said, "I said a long time ago, no matter how serious my injuries are, you are not my opponents. ”

Su Shengwan's eyes were slightly cold, and he said seriously: "I may not be able to kill you, but Zifei can." ”

Mr. Three frowned, not knowing why.

Su Shengwan raised his hand to support the scroll above his head, and the previous scene reappeared in the cracked scroll.

It was a small courtyard, and the courtyard was empty, except for a water tank in the middle of the courtyard, and the ground was not flat, and the water tank was missing a corner, but it still stood there, because there was a sword underneath the water tank.

A moss-grown, dusty sword.

It was the sword left by Zifei.