There was a soft snort.

A scorch mark appeared on the division commander's chest, a gray mist welled up in his pupils, and his whole body continued to fly backwards, but his feet were always close to the ground and glided.

Zhao Ce maintained a sword-swinging posture, and the whirlpool in front of him was cut by this sword mark, and then burned.

Countless palm-sized pieces of dust erupted frantically from the space a few feet in front of him, like a pile of dead leaves of a sycamore being placed in the wind and blown out.

There was always a layer of black gas at the place where the soles of the division commander's feet touched the ground, and a terrifying force continued to fall on the ground under his feet, causing countless spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the ground.

The division commander Luo was a little shocked.

He was a little puzzled by how powerful the sword the other party had drawn casually.

Zhao Ce was also a little shocked, it was difficult for him to understand that the sword intent had obviously attacked the opponent's body, but the opponent had forcibly dissolved the power that penetrated deep into the body in a strange way.

......

The division commander was flying back, but Zhao Ce waved his sword and did not move.

This picture fell in the eyes of everyone inside and outside the city, that is, the division commander Luo looked invincible.

However, at this time, Zhao Ce, including some of the most powerful cultivators on this battlefield, noticed some details.

In the countless spiderweb-like cracks that bloomed on the ground, some dark gray vitality swelled up.

These dark gray vitality were like dry bones piercing from under the ground, exuding the smell of corruption, but they drew a lot of fresh vitality from this heaven and earth.

Freshness is just generated, just relative.

This vitality itself, exuding a strong yin and cold smell, came from the qi, blood, and bodies of many cultivators who had just died on the battlefield.

This is Yin Qi, the vitality required by cultivators who cultivate the path of ghosts and things, and it comes from death, and it comes from the breath released by some living beings who were once very powerful in their lives and have accumulated a large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in their bodies after death.

This is the reason why cultivators who practice the path of yin qi and ghosts often need to practice in some very old cemeteries.

However, there are very few cultivators who can directly attract a large amount of Yin Qi outside their bodies to face the enemy.

Especially on such a battlefield full of corpses, such a method can only be described as terrifying.

Cultivators who could perceive these details, including Zhao Ce himself, knew that Shi Changluo's next blow would definitely be stronger.

In a sense, the sword that Zhao Ce had just cast already possessed the charm of the legendary Zhao Sword Furnace Grandmaster, and it was not even much different from the power of the sword he had mastered back then.

Of course, this is already the strongest sword that Zhao Ce can wield.

Even such a sword can't defeat Shi Changluo, so is there any possibility of victory?

In the eyes of all the cultivators who could notice these details, Zhao Ce was bound to fail.

However, Zhao Ce himself did not think so.

He drew his sword.

Fang Cai's sword mark was a slight stroke in the air, and this time his sword was very simply raised and slashed down at the division commander in front of him.

The air in front of him suddenly became extremely hot.

Even people hundreds of feet away felt the heat wave coming to their faces.

This kind of heat is not unfamiliar to these cultivators around them, in the various records of the cultivator world, the cultivators of Zhao Jian Furnace have been accompanied by flames for a long time, and in their daily practice, their bodies contain infinite fire intent, and the heaven and earth vitality accumulated in their bodies is extremely hot.

However, what is shocking is that the enthusiasm at this time surpasses any of Zhao Ce's previous swords, and even makes people naturally have an incredible taste.

At this moment, many exclamations naturally sounded.

The fiery long sword in Zhao Ce's hand burned.

This unprecedented heat first came from the burning of the long sword in his hand.

Previously, there had been flames flowing from this sword of his, and even a viscous fiery energy like magma, but at this time, all these cultivators who couldn't help but scream could clearly see that this sword of his was really, starting to burn from the inside out!

This sword exudes a strong natal aura, and it is naturally the natal sword that Zhao Ce has cultivated for many years.

The True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the body of the Zhao Sword Furnace cultivators were so hot that they could melt gold and iron, so the sword tire they had spent many years tempering was the best in the world, and they didn't know how high the temperature could withstand. In particular, the natal sword, which has been refined after many years of practice, is a divine weapon that no craftsman in this world can create.

However, at this time, Zhao Ce used a violent way to make his sword burn directly.

It's really cracking, disintegrating, and burning like dry wood.

This has nothing to do with sword intent.

It's just an unusually pure slash, but the violent increase in temperature brings about a violent increase in power.

There is no room for manoeuvre.

In this instant, his natal sword turned into a violent flame with a bang, and then he held this violent flame and slashed towards the division commander.

But that's just the beginning.

The True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in his body began to burn, transforming into terrifying heat.

Puff puff...

There were deflagrations everywhere in the air.

The wisps of yin qi gushing out of the ground also burned.

The entire space seemed to be imprisoned by the fire, but there was still the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around it that was frantically drawn over.

Before taking a breath, Shi Changluo's face was extremely calm, and he was sure that he had been able to win this battle.

However, at this moment, his face turned pale, and his eyes were full of unbelievable brilliance.

This is the complete burning of the sword, true essence and life tempered by a cultivator all his life, and he has the determination and courage that is difficult to surpass in the world.

And with the power of such a sword, he can't match it at all.

He also knows the root cause of his inability to match.

He believes that the victory or defeat of kendo is based on life and death.

And the other party's kendo is a fundamental disregard for life and death.

Whether he wins this sword or not, the other party will die, and he should die.

What is the point of such a victory or defeat?

"The Sword of Death!"

Those three words came to his mind clearly.

This was Wang Jingmeng's evaluation of Zhao Jianlu's cultivators back then.

At this time, these three words appeared clearly in his mind, and an unspeakable bitterness filled his mouth and his whole body.

Even after many years, it is still impossible for him to win in the face of Wang Jingmeng of the year at this time.

Because at that time, Wang Jingmeng already knew the real horror of Zhao Jianlu's cultivators, and he knew that Zhao Jianlu's most powerful sword was this kind of outlaw sword that didn't care about life and death, but he still had the courage to make an appointment with that grandmaster to fight a duel.

And now he himself doesn't have the courage to face Zhao Ce's sword.

An indescribable cry of pain burst out of his mouth.

All the True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in his body burst out, and countless black flowers bloomed in the space, and the power that burst out between these flowers did not move forward, but only wrapped his body and tore apart the space behind him.

In everyone's vision, Shi Changluo's skin was dry and burned. All he could do was run away frantically, turning into a cloud of smoke.

This sword has exhausted all the strength of the division commander.

The burning natal sword in Zhao Ce's hand disappeared, and the true yuan in his body was also forced out, turning into hundreds of flames in the air in front of him.

Most of the qi and blood in his body were burned dry by himself, and even a mouthful of breath at this time brought up several flames.