How could there be such a heavy sword in the world?

A sword as heavy as a mountain and a sea.

Ye Mingke closed his eyes, and when he held the heavy sword called "Human World" for the first time, he deeply felt his own insignificance and fragility compared to that sword.

In his spiritual perception, the giant sword in front of him stood leaning in the snow, like a towering mountain, and he was just a person standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up.

What kind of giant does it take to use mountains as swords?

Or at least how powerful and vast must you be to dare to use the mountains as swords?

In a trance, Ye Mingke seemed to have returned to the town in his six-year training, and after afternoons of climbing the steep back mountain, he seemed to be facing the overwhelming pressure of the mountain again.

Asked him about the coercion in his heart again and again, he originally thought that the coercion did not allow any flaws and fears in people's state of mind, but he only understood after experiencing the dream of a small town.

A truly strong heart is not one that does not know fear, but one that is able to hold on to oneself even though it is fearful.

The green-shirted swordsman who had been swept away by the woman's punch and spat blood from his mouth had adjusted and was approaching him and the girl behind him.

He remembered the promise he made to Li Han, he remembered the agreement he made with the girl that the butterfly dreamed of, he remembered that Uncle Jian and Aunt Long were still trapped in the other half of the small world without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and he remembered that he wanted to live in this world clearly, peacefully, and peacefully.

Ye Mingke clenched the majestic giant sword in front of him hard, slowly opened his eyes, and then there were green tendons blooming on his hands, he stared at the green-shirted swordsman in front of him who was approaching with the threat of Senhan, and slowly pulled out the majestic giant sword in front of him.

Conquered the shackles of the self in the heart.

Although the sword was extremely heavy, it was not impossible to pull it out.

Seeing him lift the heavy sword, Yi Er's steps, which were originally plain, also froze slightly, and a little astonishing brilliance flashed across his face.

"This heavy sword, which only began to be known because of the appearance of the sword sacrificer, could it really be a divine weapon used by the human emperor?"

"The Human Emperor Body and the Human Emperor Sword. Could there be some mystery in it that threatens me?"

With some caution, he slowed his approaching pace.

As a result, Ye Mingke just lifted the heavy sword for a few breaths, and his body was tilted uncontrollably by the heavy sword in his hand, and he reinserted the heavy sword back into the ground with all his strength.

Ye Mingke, who really held the sword, found that this sword, which was already very heavy, would continue to gain weight as the time of holding the sword was extended, until he was born with strange strength and could not bear it.

Ye Mingke tried to lift the heavy sword again several times, but after a few breaths, he couldn't bear to put it down.

Ye Mingke, who put down the heavy sword again, was as pale as paper.

But Yi Er looked at this funny and ridiculous scene, and the look on his face changed from surprise to uncertainty to a bit of ridicule in the end.

"Is the sword wrong or the man wrong?"

"Or even if the sword is against people, it's actually useless?"

"Okay, don't waste any more of my time. ”

He took one step, spanning several zhang, and reached out to grab Ye Mingke's chest, and a faint cyan spiritual power was filled with his palm.

Ye Mingke's eyes froze, and the green-shirted swordsman obviously didn't have any patience anymore.

But even if he was defeated in the short encounter just now, he had fully understood the methods of this green-shirted swordsman who had reached the peak of the Sutra and had no flaws in both distant and close attacks, and Ye Mingke did not stop there.

As soon as he let go of the heavy sword in his hand, he clenched it again, and at the moment when the heavy sword returned to its starting weight, he swung his sword to block the cyan palm that slapped it.

The cyan palm that shone with blue brilliance was still like the long knife that broke Ye Mingke, and it seemed to be slowly and gently caressing towards the heavy sword.

Flick your fingers and shake the sword like a piano.

"Bell"

There was still a thunderous sound in the mighty wind and snow, but this time Ye Mingke directly let go of the heavy sword he was holding for a moment, the heavy sword buzzed under the heavy blow, but it was not shaken away, in Ye Mingke's perception, the cyan spiritual power began to disintegrate and shatter when it hit the sword.

Is this a broken spirit?

Ye Mingke's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he took a sideways step to hold the wide heavy sword again, blocking most of his entire body.

The sound of striking iron.

The green-shirted swordsman stepped forward, his palm was light and agile, but when he fell his palm, it was like a thunderous explosion. But though his palms were exquisite, they were stopped by unreasonable, heavy swords like mountains.

Ye Mingke and the green-shirted swordsman both walked lightly on the snow like fluttering butterflies, going back and forth and entangled, but the heavy sword was always separated between the two of them under Ye Mingke's subtle calculation and control.

Swordsmen hold swords to duel, and holding swords to be firm and stable is the most basic requirement. But in order to make this strange sword that will continue to grow in weight with the time of holding the sword, Ye Mingke and the woman who originally carried the heavy sword chose this strange way of fighting with a human sword holding hands and dancing together.

Yi Er also tried to snatch this heavy sword, but on the one hand, Ye Mingke's calculation and control were extremely ingenious, avoiding the shots of the green-shirted swordsman again and again, and on the other hand, when he wanted to hold the sword, he couldn't withstand the pressure of this heavy sword and didn't dare to hold it.

What was supposed to be a one-sided battle was gradually stalemate because of the barrier of a heavy sword.

Over time. Yi Er's shots became faster and heavier, and Ye Mingke was like walking on a tightrope in the air, constantly calculating, controlling the heavy sword to block Yi Er's shots again and again.

What a swordsman who turns his sword into a tortoise shell.

The murderous intent and impatience accumulated on Yi Er's originally handsome and cold face became heavier and heavier, and the cyan spiritual power flowing between his fingers was as rich as water, surging like a wave.

He was no longer limited to melee attacks, his eyes froze, and the arrows that had been inserted in the snow around him shook violently, like a stormy rain that rolled up against the sky.

He floated back, and after the rainstorm of arrows soared into the air like a swimming dragon, he crouched down and swept away in the direction where Ye Mingke was.

But Yi Er watched silently as the vast and dense arrow rain fell, he still reached back and slowly pulled out the cyan spirit sword he was carrying behind his back.

Not far away, Ye Mingke, who inserted the heavy sword in his hand into the snow for a while, stood on the snow full of arrows, his eyes were still solemn and serious, and the girl behind him was unharmed.

For Ye Mingke, who can accurately control, high-speed computing, and spiritual eye perception, this kind of large-scale attack, unless the power rises to the point where it is difficult to survive anywhere within the attack range, as long as there is a glimmer of life, he can find out and survive.

"I didn't want to draw my sword against you because your strength is not worthy, and because a person who uses a sword as a turtle shell is not worthy of me to draw a sword. But time is tight, and I've decided not to give you any chance. ”

Yi Er slowly pulled out the cyan spirit sword behind him, and reverently raised the sword to his eyebrows.

Originally, with his realm, even against Ye Mingke, who had that strange heavy sword, he didn't need to draw his sword.

But in the cold winter when the wind and snow freeze and kill everything, he has no other wood to control except for wooden arrows, and his long-range attacks are greatly limited. The melee attack was stopped by the strange heavy sword.

But that's okay, no matter how thick the turtle shell is, you can cut it open.

Yi Er opened his eyes, and through the sword blade in front of him, he looked directly at Ye Mingke, who once again clenched the heavy sword in his hand, as if the young man behind the heavy sword had been cut by the sword blade.

Ye Mingke held his sword and stared closely at Yi Er's every move.

In his perception, the spiritual power light on Yi Er's body became more and more brilliant and pure, like a spirit sword slowly unsheathed.

He lowered his body, his whole body tensed, his waist and abdomen were as strong as a big dragon arching, and the palm of his hand holding the heavy sword was already covered with cold sweat at some point.

......

And at this moment, on the snow in the distance, the woman with messy hair was rising in momentum, stepping like thunder, swinging her fist like a bell to turn herself into a giant bell-like Yi Er, who could only use metal spiritual power, to smash back into the blizzard again and again.

And in the two entangled tornadoes in the sky, there was a thunderclap in a trance.

The two tornadoes expanded and collapsed almost simultaneously, dispersing a large area of thick clouds in the sky, revealing the blue winter night sky behind the thick clouds and a huge full moon of snow white.

The plain white moonlight shone through the huge holes that had been torn open in the thick clouds of the sky, and spilled down towards the dark world below. And in the moonlight, two figures fell like shooting stars.

With a "boom", the first one fell on the snow with some swiftness, stirring up a huge cloud of snow dust. Another figure also fell from the night sky.

Then there was a sound of thunder from the vast snow and dust.

"Bang"

A figure involuntarily flew out through the heavy snow and dust, pulled a deep snow mark on the snow after stepping on the snow, and finally half-knelt down, using his hands and feet to stop the momentum in embarrassment.

The figure slowly raised his head with some difficulty, revealing the ruddy face of the Lingchen Immortal, which was still childish, but at this time his face was ruddy, with a sickly flush.

"Heaven and earth and rhyme, the innate twelve-story building. The legendary realm that has been severed has been achieved by you, a martial madman. ”

He looked up at the snow and dust, his eyes filled with shock.

"Hahaha, Lingchen, your Tongyuan Great Realm is a little untrue, you have sucked the blood of the people for ten years, is it just in exchange for a Tongyuan Pseudo Realm?"

There was a heroic and crazy laughter that sounded from the rolling snow dust, and the snow dust that was originally tumbling automatically cracked a crack, revealing an old and tall figure with white hair dancing wildly.

The figure strode out of the snow, and everywhere it went, the smoke and dust avoided itself, and the world was clear.

This is the harmony of heaven and earth.

This is the vision of the three levels and nine knots of the martial arts, the small world in the human body is self-sufficient, and it appears in this heaven and earth.

The harmony of heaven and earth is not the rhyme of heaven and earth like the fairy road, but the rhyme of letting heaven and earth come together.