But casually, Chen Weiming and the Immortal Knife fell to the ground in pain. The surrounding monks looked at it, and many of them frowned, and even showed a frightened expression. There is no shortage of people here who have besieged the horses together in the past, and have tried this kind of heartache.

Perhaps it should be called a cone.

At this moment, Chen Weiming and the Immortal Knife felt as if someone had pinched their hearts, scraping their soft flesh from their rough nails. A defensive means is useless at this moment.

Xiao didn't mean to kill the two of them at once, and after the two of them eased up a little, he smiled slightly: "They said that the news leaked, and the Yanyun Pavilion would definitely send two outstanding rising stars of my age to kill me." I was curious about what kind of two people it would be, so I didn't let them kill you in the first place. Now it seems, that's it!"

Panting heavily, Chen Weiming had already urged the eyes of the truth to break the delusion. He never thought that there was such a pattern in the world, it was too weird. But there are countless patterns in the world, and who can say that they can see all the patterns in their lifetime.

In the eyes of breaking delusion and preserving truth, the Dao pattern of the heart is centered on the qi, spreading out in all directions like a spider web. Ropes of eagerness flew out of the web, wrapping around the hearts of everyone in the web.

At this moment, Chen Weiming could even clearly feel that his heartbeat was completely different from usual, and that difference came from the other party's heart. Through the Heart Pattern, everyone's hearts here have been locked to each other's hearts.

That kind of stinging method, Chen Weiming has also seen it. Using the Heartbeat pattern, he can change the beating rate of another person's heart through the frequency of his own heart. If he is fast, he is fast, and if he is slow, he is slow.

It seems that he is doing the same thing, but the endurance of the heart of the cultivator is more than that of himself and the Immortal Sword, I don't know how many times. That feeling is like two people constantly bumping heads, one person is cultivating a defensive dao pattern, while the other person is cultivating a wind, fire, thunder and lightning dao pattern. Even if he smashed his head into powder, the guy who cultivated the defensive Dao pattern wouldn't even leave a white mark on his head.

It is rumored that after becoming an immortal, the physical body has become a container, and there is a primordial spirit, even if the physical body is greatly damaged, there is a way to restore it. But before becoming an immortal, the heart is an extremely important organ that can directly affect life and death.

Eager Heart Dao Pattern, such an attack is even more unguardable than a spiritual attack, and it is no wonder that he can use the strength of the foundation building period to easily kill a monk in the Yudan period.

"The cultivation world of the Pangu Continent doesn't seem to be as powerful as imagined!"

He is very conceited, he is a disciple of the family, and he enjoys honor, not to mention that he also cultivates the Dao pattern of the Eager Heart, which can be called a great killing weapon. Being treated so intensively by the Demon Demon Sect, and now that he has easily put down two top newcomers of the Smoke Cloud Pavilion, his conceit has reached a new height.

Chen Weiming gasped, stood up, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, looked at Xiao and shook his head and said: "Don't be happy too early, this world is not as simple as you imagined, you can win, more surprises." There's a way to target any pattern, including your Eagerness. ”

"Maybe!" he smiled, "Do you have it now?"

"Of course!"

As soon as Chen Weiming's voice fell, he suddenly turned around and kicked towards the Immortal Knife. The Dark Knife slapped over with a palm, both of them had no killing intent, the soles of their feet intersected, and the force burst out, the Dark Knife did not resist, and then the force fell directly into the pond.

"Taking the dark path is indeed a way!" "What about you, how to escape?"

"I didn't think about it!"

Chen Weiming laughed, raised his hand and crushed the talisman, and a stream of blue light appeared around him.

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan are in vain.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

Famous flowers love each other, and the king looks at it with a smile.

Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is leaning on the north of the gan.

The magic of the sigil method, but if you use the magic power once, you only need to crush the sigil to activate it the second time. At this moment, he had no other choice, facing more than two hundred cultivators of the Yudan period, only Qinglian Sword Song could give it a try.

He had to be fast, he had to be quick. The heart is the head of the meridians and the source of qi and blood. Through the moment just now, he had already determined that the terrifying Heart Dao Pattern could not only break the opponent's heart and die, but also make it difficult for the opponent to mobilize his true qi smoothly by restricting the pulse of the heart.

Although the Qinglian Sword Song under the urging of the method of the rune seal mainly relies on spiritual power, it still requires a certain amount of true qi, and if the other party is interrupted, the consequences are unpredictable.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was because the other party didn't have time to react, or because of other reasons, the rune was crushed, and the Qinglian Sword Song was successfully urged.

One after another blue light rushed to the sky, turning into sword light and the wind slammed into all directions, roaring in the sky, and a green lotus bloomed around Chen Weiming's body. That kind of momentum, as well as the terrifying atmosphere, makes people feel like an immortal descending into the world, sacred and inviolable.

A pursuing Yuan Infant Monk returned early because he was worried that something would happen here, and he who had come back from 10,000 years ago stood above the White Stone Courtyard, extremely shocked: "This ...... Oh my God, Qinglian Sword Song!"

Ten thousand years, the legend of Li Qinglian still shocks everyone, and now that the peerless Qinglian has reappeared in the world, it is still in the hands of a killer in Yanyun Pavilion, what will it mean?

It's just that he didn't have time to think of an answer, and he was already overwhelmed by the cyan sword light. The peerless Qinglian Sword Song, even if the user is no longer the immortal Li Qinglian, there is still a lethality that shocks the world.

This is still the case for the Yuan Infant Monks, let alone the Marriage Period. In Chen Weiming's wanton swaying of the Qinglian Sword Song, the monks in the white stone courtyard were slaughtered, and all the gorgeous and exquisite buildings were destroyed, and they were in shambles.

Everything happened suddenly, and everything ended quickly, and by the time Chen Weiming fell, the beautiful white stone courtyard had disappeared, and all the monks of the Yudan period had died, even affecting half of the Flying Fish Island.

"Poof!"

With a sound of water, the Dark Knife rushed out of the pool and landed beside Chen Weiming.

The two have always felt that each other is not so-called brothers, and their friendship is limited, but many times of cooperation have cultivated a tacit understanding. When Chen Weiming gave him a look, he already knew that the other party was going to use the Qinglian Sword Song. At this time, he couldn't help anything, so he could only hide away.

"Walker, Walker!"

patted Chen Weiming's face, and the Mortal Knife was also a little anxious.

Chen Weiming was not completely unconscious, and grabbed his arm with the only strength he had left: "Hurry up...... Let's go!"

"It's too late!"

A sneer, then he heard a muffled snort from the Dark Knife, and fell to his knees.

Goodbye to the stone pavilion, a large stone slowly rose, and a figure sat on it, it was the skull.