Realm Master!

When he reaches this level, he has turned into reality and returned to nothing, no longer pursuing substantive sword techniques, and his divine thoughts have opened up space by themselves, attracting some kind of absolute power to enhance themselves - like this Jiang Yixia, it is through the cultivation of "Shura Condensing Frost Sword Intent" that his divine thoughts reach the sky and manipulate the "rules of hell".

In this realm of hell, Jiang Yixia is incarnated as a demon, he is the absolute master, and the golden mouth and jade words can be the law in one word!

Here the bones are full of wild bones, and the flames are monstrous!

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The Bone Wing Demon struck in the air, seemingly motionless, but in fact it was breathtaking.

The frost sword qi penetrated through, severing all ties between Yi Shaocheng and the human world, and after five years of cultivation, he had the double blessing of the top-level "Dragon Spear Technique" and "Thunder and Lightning Heart Method", and there were still many negative emotions surging into his heart. Everything made him lose the will to fight and all hope of survival!

Yi Shaocheng felt that this time, he might really die.

"But maybe there's a glimmer of possibility. ”

His spear was close to the skin of his wrist, and after closing his eyes and concentrating, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his hand held the spear tighter, and all the strength of his body was condensed on the spear at the fastest speed, as if a hundred rivers were returning to the sea, and they poured into it in an instant, and the color of the entire ordinary spear gradually became gloomy, like a dark cloud coming before the storm and thunder.

But...... Not enough!

Yi Shaocheng always felt that it was not enough, he always felt that something was missing, he was thinking, he was thinking.

And when a slight thunderbolt on the gloomy gun burst out, an old man's voice suddenly came to Yi Shaocheng's mind.

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"The heart of the sword is chopping, the heart of the stick is sweeping, although the gun and the sword are long soldiers and short weapons, but how similar they are, the heart of the way lies in the thorn. Thorn a stab, in the heart, in the eyes, in the body, when the form and meaning are in harmony, it is the time to turn the point into a face. This point is the thorn. ”

The young voice sounded in his ears again: "A point is a thorn, what does this mean?"

Then all the voices turned into pictures in my mind, and in the evening, under the old pine tree on the cliff mountain, the kind old man stroked his beard and smiled, shook his head again and again and said to the young children on the side: "You can only understand, you can't speak, you can't say it, you can't say it." ”

Then the old man suddenly pulled out his finger and pointed at the thick pine tree that was three feet away, and after a gust of wind, there seemed to be nothing.

The young man with clear eyebrows on the side hurriedly ran over to take a look, and found that there was nothing on it, so he couldn't help but be a little underestimated.

"Master, you lied to me again. The boy turned away and complained.

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept over the mountain wall behind the pine trees, and a small deep hole in it was ignored by him.

......

"I understand, Master, thank you. Yi Shaocheng's heart welled up with a trace of emotion.

It was this touch that made the spear in Yi Shaocheng's hand fade away all the gloomy color in an instant...... To be precise, all the gloomy colors were pushed to the head of the spear, which was soon as black as ink dripping. But it wasn't over until the ink was extremely black, and a silvery glow lit up from the head of the spear.

"That's enough. ”

The heart and body are combined, the body and the gun are combined, the gun and the sword are combined, the three elements are one, Yi Shaocheng raised his gun and stabbed at the white-clothed swordsman in the air.

This thorn is just an ordinary thorn, and there are no waves.

Jiang Yixia, the white-clothed swordsman in the sky, raised his sword and pointed it at the sky, and the sword spread out, turning into six Shura faces, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and shock, each of which was strangely shaped, but it was several times more solid than before.

"As a Han Chinese, it's not bad for you to have such cultivation at your age, so let's give you a good time. Jiang Yixia waved his hand at Yi Shaocheng.

In an instant, six Shura faces rushed towards Yi Shaocheng side by side.

When each face fell in the sky, one on top of the other, and finally turned into a huge Shura face and pounced on Yi Shaocheng.

Rumble!!!

Countless sword blade breaths exploded in an instant, and the ground, houses, grass, corpses, and flames ...... and Yi Shaocheng's clothes and flesh were torn apart by the breath of the sword blade in an instant. When every trace of sword breath diffused and dissipated, it changed its sharpness, like a flower blooming and quietly dispersed, but this spread and immediately froze!

Almost within three breaths, Yi Shaocheng was frozen by the dense ice flowers and turned into a sculpture with a gun in the sky.

Inside the ice, the light on the spearhead dimmed for a moment.

Looking down from the sky, with Yi Shaocheng as the center, within a radius of ten meters, all of them have become thick ice rinks, even in this cold winter, they are particularly conspicuous.

Jiang Yixia slowly landed, his feet squeaking on the ice.

With a faint look in his eyes, as if looking at a dead man, he beautifully pulled a sword flower, cut the snowflakes floating around, and then put the sword into the sheath with a bang.

"Alas......" he sighed, and was about to say something, when suddenly his figure stopped, his body leaned forward, and his eyes bulged.

Burst......

A mouthful of bright red blood sprayed on the crystal white ice, Jiang Yixia's head was dizzy and trance-like, and he was unstable and half-knelt on the ground, supporting his body with a scabbard.

When he looked up at Yi Shaocheng again, his eyes had already turned into shock.

He couldn't understand why the other party's spear strength had such terrifying penetration, and it was able to penetrate six layers of Shura sword qi in a row and fall on him. But...... He still has the Seven Talisman Frost Strength of the Realm Lord Realm on his body!

The scariest thing is...... If it hadn't been for the outburst of the injury, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

When?!When did he do it?!How did he do it?!Why was it possible?!

A series of questions smashed into his mind like a hammer, he only felt that if he started later, he would be the one who died, the more he thought about it, the more he was afraid, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was impossible, Jiang Yixia couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

Martial cultivators understand the simplest truth.

The realm master realm, in addition to the powerful divine thoughts, also has a demigod-like battle body. Any realm lord powerhouse is about to touch the existence of the supreme temple of martial arts. Once the existence of the martial soul is perceived at the end of the realm master realm, learning the corresponding war spirit will become an invincible god of war in the world.

The world worships, only the god of war.

And a king like Yi Shaocheng is one in a million, no matter how talented he is, no matter how talented he is, no matter how talented he is. Compared with Jiang Yixia in the realm master realm, there is still a considerable gap in strength.

This gap will be directly reflected in the confrontation just now.

But......

Today, Jiang Yixia was injured, he was injured by a villager in the realm of kings.

Yi Shaocheng was frozen and couldn't move, and it seemed that even his thinking was frozen. In particular, the wound on his cheek rolled to reveal the flesh inside, which was shocking.

This handsome face full of sunshine is full of ferocity and banter at the moment.

His attack stance was still there, as if he wanted to break through the ice at any moment.

"Victory or defeat is divided, perfect fight!"

With the sudden applause, the footsteps behind Jiang Yixia were getting closer and closer, and he hurriedly wiped the blood from his mouth and covered up the traces of vomiting blood with ice and snow.