The seven-day covenant is approaching in a flash.

Xuantian then said goodbye to the book spirit and left the Heart Sword Transformation Realm.

With his cultivation skyrocketing, he now has enough confidence to compete with Qiu Ze.

"With my current cultivation, I won't have any fear when I face Qiu Ze again. This time, I want to use my strength to tell him what a terrible price it will cost to bully good people. For the first time, a violent anger rose in Xuantian's heart.

Ningchuan, the summit of Mochizuki Peak.

The afterglow of the remnant sun, the autumn breeze is bleak.

The two figures were five feet apart, facing each other.

The surrounding air became very solemn due to the majestic aura emanating from the two of them, and a tense aura quietly spread.

Between this heaven and earth, a fierce struggle to the death will break out at any time.

Qiu Ze looked at Xuantian, whose expression was as cold as a deep well, and a disdainful chuckle crossed the corner of his mouth, and said, "I didn't expect you to dare to come to die, it seems that you really think you have lived too long." But it's not in vain for me to wait for seven days, I hope you can fight a little bit later, and don't just become a lying corpse after three punches and two kicks, that would be too boring, it would be a waste of my time. ”

"Those who are stubborn will kill themselves, I think you haven't heard of it. Since I have come, I have the certainty of defeating you, otherwise I would not have been so stupid as to come and die in person. Today I will make you pay the price for what you have done, and I hope that you will not panic when you fight. Xuantian's voice was full of anger, and he issued the final "war letter".

When Qiu Ze heard that Xuantian had a feeling of confidence in his words, he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt, and secretly said in his heart: "No matter what kind of exercises are used to practice in seven days, it will not have any effect, and even if it is a quick evil art, it will not make people's cultivation a thousand miles in a day. What did he do in those seven days? It gave him the confidence that he could overcome me. ”

was thinking about it, but he heard Xuantian's voice ringing in his ears.

"Your Excellency, please. ”

Qiu Ze came back to his senses when he heard this, a disdainful chuckle flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he said in his heart: "No matter what miraculous skills he has cultivated, his cultivation background will not be as good as mine." It's ridiculous that the man who really scared me is dead, and I'm still scared. ”

Thinking of this, Qiu Ze smiled: "Since this is the case, then you are welcome." ”

The words fell, and his body had rushed out like lightning, and he came to Xuantian in an instant. The right palm slashed into the air, carrying a majestic palm wind that could collapse the entire mountain peak in an instant, directly hitting the vital point of Xuantian's chest.

Strangely, Xuantian didn't make the slightest action to block or dodge, and let this heaven-shattering palm hit his chest.

"Indulge things with your heart, and things move with your heart.

The five styles of the heart sword, the formula of returning to the body. ”

The mantra in Xuantian's mouth played a completely unexpected role in the moment before Qiu Ze's right palm was about to hit his chest.

I saw that Qiu Ze's right palm suddenly stopped in front of Xuantian's chest, and then he reversed inwards uncontrollably and slapped it straight towards his chest.

Qiu Ze was shocked when he saw this, and immediately gathered his energy to resist the "backlash" of his right palm, and spent a lot of energy to prevent his right palm from bombarding his chest, resulting in injuries before he could fight.

"What kind of evil kung fu is this? Why does my own palm seem to be disobedient?" Qiu Ze still had a faint palpitation in his heart, and the technique that Xuantian had just performed had obviously made him feel a deep threat.

Qiu Ze had a slightly angry look on his face, and said in a deep voice, "What kind of evil and crooked spell are you using, and you can actually make my body be manipulated by you?"

Xuantian smiled faintly and replied, "Evil Sect Crooked Dao?" This term should be more appropriate to describe the spells of your Demon Domain. The technique we have just performed is called the Heart Sword, which is a method of using the power of our own spirit to defeat the enemy. ”

"Heart Sword, are you from the Sanqing Sect?" Qiu Ze asked with a grim face.

Xuantian bowed his head and said: "Down there is Xuantian, a disciple of the Sanqingmen Miaozi. ”

When Qiu Ze heard this, a touch of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he could feel the slightest chill in his tone.

"Sure enough, it is you so-called famous and decent disciples who are going around obstructing our plans, and it seems that you are definitely going to be left with you today. ”

As the words fell, Qiu Ze raised his right arm with his palm facing up. In the center of the palm, a cloud of ink-black spiritual power quickly condensed and formed, invisibly exuding a unique eerie aura in the amulet, giving people the illusion that black and white impermanence would come to detain the soul at any time.

Qiu Ze had an evil smile on his lips and said, "Since fist and foot fighting is no longer feasible, let's compare our spiritual cultivation." ”

"Nine Mystic Techniques [Yin Death]"

With Qiu Ze's mantra, the black spiritual power flew out of Qiu Ze's palm as if he had an independent consciousness, and then broke through the air and headed towards Xuantian. The gloomy and lifeless aura it carried was terrifying, and everywhere it passed, all the flowers and plants around it withered in an instant, harvesting all the creatures it touched like the scythe of death.

"This dead gas is extremely corrosive, and if you touch it, it will immediately turn into a puddle of pus. None of the people who forced me to do this have survived. And it will follow the breath of all living beings, and it can't escape if you want to, good luck to your Excellency!" Qiu Ze laughed presumptuously.

Xuantian shook his head lightly and sighed: "The body can be manipulated, can't the spiritual power? It's not the same reason, and let me break this trick to show you." ”

"Heart Sword Seven Styles, Qi Gathering Style. ”

Xuantian recited the formula in his mouth again, and after the words fell, an incomparably strange scene appeared in front of Qiu Ze's eyes again.

As Xuantian condensed his spirit on the mass of dead qi, its movement speed immediately slowed down, and when it moved to three feet in front of Xuantian, it was still in mid-air, and there was no longer any movement.

Seeing this, Qiu Ze hurriedly tried to reactivate the dead qi with his spiritual power in the air, in order to regain the right to control it. The two sides have been at a stalemate for a while, and it seems that neither of them can fully control it.

A moment later, under the continuous impact of the spiritual power and true qi of both sides, this dead qi was finally unable to maintain its form. I saw it dripping around in mid-air a few times, and then disappeared.

The horror and suspicion in Qiu Ze's heart began to deepen, and at this moment he secretly thought to himself: "What method is he using to control my movements and spiritual power? What kind of medium is he using and what kind of channel? If there are no specific conditions and can be manipulated at will, then wouldn't I be at his mercy like a marionette? But now it seems that it is obviously not, and there must be some obvious limitations to this exercise of his." ”

Xuantian smiled at Qiu Ze, who was deep in thought, and said, "What's the matter, I didn't bluff you." Even if you make a move, I promise to break it for you. ”

Qiu Ze didn't hear what Xuantian said, but fell into deep thought, and at this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and his face showed joy.

"I see, I see, I see. Qiu Ze said with joy in his heart.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ze immediately volleyed a palm in the direction of Xuantian, and the palm wind brought a thousand layers of qi waves to rush out, full of momentum. In the face of this palm, Xuantian still stood still, so the technique was repeated, and between the thoughts and thoughts, the palm wind rewound backwards and rushed straight towards Qiu Ze.

Seeing this, Qiu Ze smiled with relief, waved his arm to disperse this palm wind, and said to Xuantian: "Your unique stunt is actually flawed, it is not perfect, and now I have found a way to avoid being manipulated by you." ”

Xuantian was disdainful when he heard this, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "What's the use of just talking? I want to see how you can crack my heart sword." ”

"Then please take care of it.

Reverse Secret Art [Concealment]"

After reciting the mantra, Qiu Ze had an inexplicable change all over his body, saying that the change was big, but it did not involve the substance, and saying that the change was small, but it was indeed significantly different from Fangcai.

It turned out that Qiu Ze's surging aura that had originally stirred up all over his body had turned into nothingness at this moment, and he felt like an ordinary person who had never cultivated at all.

The word "concealment" does not refer to the concealment of the physical form, but to conceal the spiritual power in the body to a certain extent.

"Although using this trick will temporarily reduce your cultivation slightly, it will be enough to deal with you. I'm going to show you today that the gap in strength can't be made up for by practicing a few side moves. ”

As soon as Qiu Ze said that, his figure suddenly shot out, attacking Xuantian directly, his right hand clenched into a fist, and hit the Xuantian Gate directly. This punch did not have surging spiritual power fluctuations, nor did it have the coercion of Mount Tai's overwhelming peak, and it was almost impossible to feel the surging air flow in this space.

The secret of "concealment" is to be silent and silent, without a trace, and to hurt people invisibly.

"I'd like to see how you can manipulate my body this time?"

Looking at Qiu Ze without any momentum, and the seemingly soft blow, a huge sense of crisis rose in Xuantian's heart!

The core of the heart sword is to see the tricks and dismantle the moves, and crack all the tangible appearances.

Breaking fists and kicks relies on manipulating the fluctuations of the air flow.

Spell-breaking is based on manipulating the flow of spiritual power.

However, now, in the face of Qiu Ze's seemingly face-to-face, but in fact, invisible punch, all the methods of cracking immediately lost their effectiveness.

Xuantian stared at the approaching fist, and for the first time since the beginning of the battle, a feeling of powerlessness filled his heart. That sense of powerlessness and despair that couldn't cope with it once again swallowed Xuantian's mind, and the last time this feeling was born was the moment when Li Mengluan passed away.

In the moment before his consciousness fell into the abyss, Qiu Ze's ridicule sounded in Xuantian's ears.

"Not all moves have a way to crack them, and you may be able to fool others with this heart sword, but it's a pity that you ran into me. ”