Feng Jucong never gave up struggling, and was always waiting for the opportunity to counterattack, even when he was cut off by Zhong Lidao and treated like a plaything.

Now, he has finally found a chance!

Seeing that Feng Kucong's fingers had already touched the back of Zhong Lidao's head, and half a minute deeper could cut off his nerves, a chill suddenly erupted.

Feng Jucong's right hand swirled and flew into the air, spilling a patch of blood.

Although Zhong Lidao did not deliberately defend himself, the crisis fell, the sword intent was smart, and he protected the lord by himself, and Feng Jucong was caught off guard.

"Who are they?"

"Who am I?"

Zhong Lidao didn't pay attention to Feng Jucong's small movements, but just muttered to himself, as if there was a break in his memory.

Faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar flipped back and forth in front of his eyes, and the memories corresponding to the faces were impossible for him to trace in any way.

As the faces changed, a long-sealed memory came flooding back.

"Hmm-"

Zhong Lidao groaned again, and the appearance of a sword appeared in his mind.

It was a long sword with a sheath, the whole body was dazzling and dazzling, and the shape was peculiar, not like an ordinary product.

"Sword-" As the memory of this sheathed long sword appeared, Zhong Lidao hurriedly reached out to his back as if he suddenly thought of something, only to find that there was only an empty scabbard on his back, and there was no long sword in the sheath, "Where is my sword?"

Zhong Lidao's face changed drastically, and he lowered his head to look around, and soon found that Zhao Wuxian had a blood-colored long sword beside him.

Zhong Lidao volleyed Zhao Wuxian's corpse.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

"Boom-"

Dozens of sword qi gathered into a blooming white lotus, and then the sword qi white lotus suddenly exploded, turning the dry corpse into powder.

Zhong Lidao grabbed his five fingers, sucked the blood-colored long sword back into his palm, only glanced at it, and threw it aside.

"It's not my sword!"

"Where's my sword?"

Zhongli Daoyun had great eyesight, looked around, and finally found a sword hilt in the distance.

This hilt was the remnants of the pitch-black giant sword, and Zhong Lidao held the hilt of the sword, his face changed several times.

"Broken?"

"My sword...... It's broken!"

Feng Jucong found that after Zhong Lidao said this, his restless spiritual power gradually stabilized, and it didn't take long for him to retract into his body, so that he could no longer sense any spiritual power fluctuations from Zhong Lidao's body.

Along with the spiritual power fluctuations, there was also that suffocating pressure, as if standing in front of Feng Jucong at this time was just a mortal who had never cultivated.

"It's not it, but it's broken. ”

Zhong Lidao finally repaired his broken memories and regained his lost reason, his eyes were clear, like a pool of spring water.

The hilt of the jet-black greatsword kept changing shape in his hand, and he soon kneaded it into the shape of an iron bar.

Zhong Lidao stuffed the iron bar into the scabbard behind his back with his backhand, felt it for a moment, and seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he picked up the blood-colored long sword that he had just thrown away again, and inserted it into the scabbard.

After doing this, Zhong Lidao turned around and faced Feng Jucong.

I saw that his body was half-squatting, his feet were slightly separated, his right hand was placed above the sheath, and he held the hilt of the long sword tightly, and said lightly: "This battle, it's time to end." ”

As Zhong Lidao's voice fell, a vision of substance suddenly appeared behind him.

It seems to have absorbed the pitch-black greatsword and the blood-colored longsword, and this illusion feels far more real than the previous one.

The illusion looked indifferent, quietly looking at Feng Jucong, without any emotion in his eyes. He raised his right hand, and the aura of heaven and earth converged in the blink of an eye, condensing a pure white long sword in his palm.

Then, the illusion carried the sword behind his back and assumed the same posture as Zhong Lidao.

Can't hide!

Feng Jucong felt that he was firmly locked in by a sharp aura, and no matter how much he tossed and turned, he could not get rid of it.

The other party's sword is a sword that must be hit, and he can't avoid it!

Since you can't avoid it, let's fight!

Feng Jucong was just about to urge the spiritual power, but he found that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be out of control, and he didn't listen to his dispatch at all.

What's going on?

Feng Jucong was startled at first, and then realized that it was not only his spiritual power that was out of control, but also his body.

The sword move had ended unconsciously, and the illusion behind Zhong Lidao had suddenly dissipated.

A thin line appeared on the surface of Feng Jucong's body, and the next moment, the blood came out, and in the blink of an eye, the thin line was dyed red.

That sword neatly divided Feng Kucong into two pieces from head to toe.

"Bah-"

The sound of landing was made up of two in one, and the two halves of his body were separated from the left and right, and they fell down at the same time.

His eyes can understand his heart, so even if Feng Jucong is blind, his eyes can still convey what he feels and thinks in his heart, such as the killing intent before, such as the current blankness.

Killing intent was because he had found a good opportunity to sneak attack Zhongli Dao, and he was dazed because he had never had such a strange experience.

Feng Jucong's two separated bodies still exuded divine consciousness outward, and through divine consciousness, he actually perceived two worlds, one left and one right.

This situation is like erecting a baffle between the two eyes, which divides the world seen by the two eyes into two parts, and if the picture of these two parts is put together, it is the complete world seen by normal human eyes, but Feng Kucong can't do it.

The images of the two worlds, in Feng Jucong's mind, are not parallel, but overlapping each other.

If there is a tree in the picture on the left and a boulder in the picture on the right, in the eyes of a normal person, there is a tree and a boulder standing on the left and right sides, but in Feng Jucong's case, after the two pictures overlap each other, it becomes a tree growing on the boulder in front of him.

Such a strange scene constantly impacted Feng Jucong's cognition, making him on the verge of collapse.

"What the hell have you done to me!"

Feng Jucong wanted to ask for an explanation, but unfortunately he couldn't spell out a complete sentence in his mouth, which was split in half.

Zhong Lidao seemed to guess Feng Jucong's question, and said lightly: "I not only cut off your spiritual power, cut off your body, but also cut off your world. If you don't want to die, try to survive in a world that has been completely destroyed. ”

Zhong Lidao's sword, the purpose is not to take people's lives, even if Feng Jucong is lucky to get the help of the master after that, break the restriction of sword qi, and reassemble the two halves of his body, but his disconnected world can't fight back to normal no matter what.

It is better to break his life than to cut off his life.