The power of the Seven Realms is fundamentally different from the Eight Realms.

No matter how Zheng Sleeve relied on Xinghuo and how he relied on Zhao Si's natal sword, in front of the True Yuan power and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that he had gathered, he could only shorten the gap between the two as much as possible, and it was impossible to reach the point of head-on confrontation.

can be suppressed like this, and he can draw a sword faster than him.

This can only show that Zheng Sleeve was acting before, and it can only show that although her true Yuan strength is far inferior to Yuan Wu, her physical strength is more than Yuan Wu.

Extremely tenacious will, the body can make some of the actions it wants to complete as quickly as possible even when it is severely injured.

But Zheng Sleeve's situation at this time is obviously not just a matter of will.

In Yuan Wu's perception at this time, between the many flesh and blood in Zheng Sleeve's body, it was as if a steel noose was rapidly spinning, and the power was exploding.

This kind of secret technique about the flesh vajra can only come from those ascetics in Donghu.

Dozens of sparks poured out from the blade of the small sword in Zheng Sleeve's hand, passing over the sword intent he smashed down and falling on his chest.

It was just dozens of extremely thin sparks, but the moment they landed on his chest, there were countless dense and sharp piercing slashing sounds.

There are many crystal dust-like sword qi in the starfire, like a brilliant gem.

But these extremely condensed sword qi did not penetrate Yuan Wu's flesh and blood, but only cut through the clothes on his chest.

More than a dozen pieces of dark scale armor appeared on Yuan Wu's skin, spitting out dark flames.

The crystal sword qi and these dark flames in these sparks impacted, all of which were blocked, and then quickly turned into finer powder.

There was a loud bang.

Yuan Wu's sword qi smashed down on the surface of the water, and where the tip of the sword fell, the qi instantly reached the bottom of the Wei River, forcing away all the water flow.

In the next moment, the forced water formed a huge circular wave, mixed with thousands of pounds of mud and sand, and exploded outward.

Zheng Sleeve's body was asleep, and the water vapor was gushing backwards.

There was some surprise in Yuan Wu's eyes.

There was also surprise in the depths of her eyes at this time.

The scale armor that appeared on Yuan Wu's chest had a familiar aura to her, this was the dragon scales, but they were not the dragon scales of the dragon that Baili Suxue was riding.

Yuan Wu's dozen or so dragon scales have an older aura, and the aura is deeper and more pure, and there is even a feeling of being impregnated by the aura above the Eight Realms for a long time.

This could only come from the former Ghost Dynasty.

It is not surprising that the royal family of the Great Qin Dynasty has some relics of the former Yu Dynasty.

But the point is that even she never knew that Yuanwu had such a thing.

The chest was hard to receive a sword from Zheng Sleeve, and the expression on Yuan Wu's face remained unchanged.

He knew Zheng Sleeve too well.

From the time Zheng Sleeve was about to duel with him, he knew that Zheng Sleeve wanted to destroy him while destroying himself.

Even if he can't be killed in the end, Zheng Sleeve will definitely force him to use all the hidden means.

It's just the same for him.

He also wanted to use Zheng Sleeve to see how powerful the people around Wang Jingmeng and Wang Jingmeng were now.

......

The black scales on Yuan Wu's chest disappeared.

He stood on top of the huge waves, looked at Zheng Sleeve, did not pursue, just took a deep breath, and while adjusting the flow of qi and blood in his body, he pulled a sword flower with the long sword in his hand.

It was a very simple sword style, but the sword qi surging on the sword body instantly turned the world in front of him into a vacuum.

An astonishing amount of heaven and earth vitality was sucked in by this vacuum, but it did not gather on the sword in his hand, but appeared directly behind Zheng Sleeve.

A sword light quietly appeared behind Zheng Sleeve, who was flying upside down, and fell on the back of Zheng Sleeve's neck.

Looking at this sword of Yuan Wu and feeling the unique aura in this sword qi, an exclamation sounded outside the port.

Most of the exclamations were made by practitioners wearing blue or purple robes.

These cultivators are all from the Spirit Void Sword Sect.

The Spirit Void Sword Sect and the Minshan Sword Sect are equally famous, and these cultivators are naturally unlikely to be prone to violent mood fluctuations like ordinary cultivators.

Their shock at this time was because this sword of Yuan Wu was the secret sword of the Spirit Void Sword Sect at all, and it was a secret sword that they could not comprehend and master.

The reason why the secret swords of each sect are called secret swords is not because they are difficult to master, but because they are powerful and have unique sword intent, and they are the masters of various generations of sects, on the basis of some sword scriptures of this sect, they comprehend and study the powerful sword intent, which contains a lot of cultivation methods of this sect, and the comprehension of the law of vitality is a swordsmanship that even ordinary sect disciples do not want to teach, so as not to be known to outsiders.

The secret sword of any sect naturally represents a powerful lethality that surpasses ordinary swordsmanship.

Now Yuan Wu's seemingly random sword is naturally the same.

However, what shocked these Spirit Void Sword Sect cultivators who reacted the fastest was that in the face of the sword qi that appeared behind him, Zheng Sleeve did not swing his sword to block at all.

The small sword in her hand burned even more violently.

Two violent flames surged from the depths of the sword tire, one flame was extremely condensed and compact, like red iron that had been tempered thousands of times, and the other flame was a drum and a howling wind, like someone swinging a giant hammer countless times, and compressing the wind in this flame.

These two flames came from the Yuan Qi power of Zhao Yi and Zhao Si respectively, but they were both terrifying scorching heat that carried Zhao Jian Furnace and burned everything.

However, at the moment when these two flames surged, in the countless points in Zheng Sleeve's body, there were many pale indifferent starlights like thousands of small snakes dancing wildly, merging into these two flames.

The three flames blended and quickly cooled.

It turned into a flame sword qi with no temperature.

This sword qi didn't care about the sword stabbed behind her at all, but aimed at Yuan Wu's throat with incomparably solemnity.

Yuan Wu's sword was faster than hers.

This sword light fell on the back of Zheng Sleeve's neck.

A strange and terrible phoenix roar sounded in the air.

An unimaginable coercion was released from the golden phoenix robe on Zheng Sleeve's body, and pieces of golden light formed in front of this sword qi, forcing this sword qi to stop in the air.

The two forces held each other, and the sound of Jin Hui shattering.

First, there was a cracking sound from the depths of the subtle magic circles of the golden phoenix clothes, which were invisible to the naked eye, and then Zheng Sleeve's neck, and even between the bones and flesh of his body.

In the perception of the vast majority of cultivators at this time, even though the phoenix robe on Zheng Sleeve's body had unimaginable defensive power, Yuan Wu's sword still caused serious trauma to her, and it was even enough to shatter her whole body.

However, in this extremely short period of time, there was a cold death aura in the depths of Zheng Sleeve's body that spread like a tide.

All the other cultivators hadn't sensed this aura yet, but there was a hint of chill in the depths of Yuan Wu's eyes.

He felt it.

He was impressed by this breath.

This comes from the most formidable opponent he has encountered in the Lushan Alliance, Yan Ying.

There was blackness oozing from Zheng Sleeve's fair skin.

She didn't die.

Her body didn't split instantly.

There was no slowness in the sword in her hand.

The cold and silent flames fell on Yuan Wu's throat.