The dome hangs high at night, and the city is blazing.

Originally, the autumn wind was wild and fast, hunting and whistling, blowing people all over the body, but at this moment, the shouting and killing noise of the sky drowned everything, including the screams of the warriors who were dying, and the sweat and blood also made all the Qi troops in the city hot, like a boil.

The only cool air does not come from the refreshing autumn breeze, but from their own hearts, from the existence of gods and demons in the world who kills like mowing grass and is like raining blood!

Just the endless murderous aura that escaped from his gestures had made everyone within ten feet of him feel cold all over their bodies, and their hearts were cold!

Shi Zhixuan swung his sword casually and slashed, once again shocking the two elite masters of the Qi army to vomit blood and fall away, but he didn't even have the interest to look at their life and death in a blink of an eye, but didn't stop like a cheetah and scurried forward a few steps, once again plunged into the large number of Qi soldiers, brandished the pitch-black sword embryo, and followed the mysterious spiritual sense to cross the unpredictable trajectory, taking away the fresh lives of one Qi soldier after another.

The sound of the "ding-ding-......" blades colliding was not slow, but the sound of the blood fountain gushing out of the "puff ......" was as dense as rain, endless.

He rarely returned to his sword to block, but with each sword, he was always able to break through the vital points of the enemy forces around him, so that their blades attacking him came to an abrupt halt and he was powerless to fall......

From the time he landed in the city until this moment, he didn't know how many enemy soldiers he had killed, but he knew that after repelling the encirclement and suppression of Zhu Yuyan and a group of Qi army masters soon after he landed in the city, he fell into the opponent's crowd tactics, and the countless Qi soldiers who came over one after another made him invincible......

In the end, the Qi army occupies a favorable position and can quickly reinforce enough soldiers to the city wall, while the follow-up soldiers of the Zhou army need to approach the city wall with throwing stones, arrows, javelins, and giant crossbows, and then climb the ladder of more than 20 zhang to climb the city.

One trades off the other. With the drag on of the fierce battle, the Zhou army beside Shi Zhixuan became more and more sparse, and even completely submerged the sea of Qi soldiers, and at this time, even the most recent Zhou army master was far away from him, and it was even more precarious.

Don't think about it at all. He also understood that the Zhou army's elite raid tactics had completely failed this time, and it was only a matter of time before he retreated......

It's not that the arrows of his main attack are not powerful, and it's not that the elite of the five thousand Zhou troops selected by Yuwen Yong is too wasteful.

In fact, in this similar way of adding fuel tactics, the Zhou army at the head of the city was at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, no matter how elite it was, it was useless, or even the results obtained were not much stronger than ordinary soldiers.

Seeing that the Qi soldiers who surrounded him changed from sword and shield soldiers to pikemen in formation, the situation became more and more unfavorable. Shi Zhixuan was indifferent, like a killing machine that didn't know what fear and weariness were......

"Woo woo woo ......"

Six or seven spears stabbed from behind, and the tip of the spear broke through the air and whimpered, with clear and fierce strength.

Shi Zhixuan leaned to one side, causing the target of the six or seven clusters of spear tips to change from a broad back to a narrow left arm in an instant, and the three spear heads next to him would undoubtedly stick to his chest and back to stab in the air.

Even more unexpectedly, he dodged to the left, and voluntarily rammed into the remaining four spears with his hanging left arm.

And when the four spear heads stabbed him inches outside his left arm. As if encountering an invisible unloading force, the tip of the sharp spear involuntarily slid away. Finally, he followed in the footsteps of the previous three spears and stabbed in the open space in front of him and behind him.

Shi Zhixuan's figure flashed to the left, squeezed through the gap between the seven gun barrels, and instantly came to the seven soldiers with guns, his right hand flipped, and the pitch-black remnant rainbow disappeared in a flash.

"Puff puff ......"

Seven blood springs rose to the sky at the same time. The guns landed one after another, and the seven people each covered the blood line on their necks, whimpering and falling on their backs.

Although the follow-up Qi soldiers were terrified, they still held guns and raised knives to step on the still warm corpses of their comrades-in-arms and rushed towards Shi Zhixuan......

Bathed in the blood spring, Shi Zhixuan's silver armor had already been dyed black and red. Even the undershirt under the armor was wet and slimy, quite uncomfortable, not to mention, the smell of blood was extremely pungent.

The only thing that made him happy was that the sword heart in the depths of his soul, with the relentless killing without stopping, became more and more stupid *stupid*, and occasionally revealed a pulse outside his body, which would stimulate his spirit and spirit, spreading an unparalleled killing aura.

All the creatures within a radius of more than ten zhang will tremble irrepressibly, like small animals targeted by natural enemies, only to feel that their own life exists only in the thought of the other party!

Shi Zhixuan has also asked himself more than once, is he a swordsman?

The answer is subtle, yes and no!

Anyone who really knows a thing about kendo understands that the so-called swordsman is not a warrior who uses a sword as a weapon, but a person who is truly sincere in the sword.

In the eyes and hearts of a swordsman, the sword is not simply an object or a blade, but an inseparable part of his body, such as hands, feet, eyes, ears, brothers, friends, or lovers and wives......

Shi Zhixuan cultivated the way of the sword in the two lifetimes, if he was sincere to the sword and obsessed with the sword, he was confident that he would not be weaker than some people who held the sword all day long, the momentum was as sharp as a sharp blade, and the living people should not be approached, and he didn't say a word for a long time, just stared at the ice cube face of the sword in a daze!

In fact, Shi Zhixuan felt that kind of person was no longer sincere with the sword and obsessed with the sword, but fell into a pathology similar to daydreaming and hallucinations!

To put it mildly, it is a dead end towards the disease of the gods, not the supreme sword path that leads to the heavens - the swordsman regards the sword as an inseparable part of himself, not as a cold piece of iron!

As for Shi Zhixuan himself, he did not regard the sword as his own hands and feet, friends, lovers, or wives, because deep down he believed that these were just passers-by in life, not eternal-reincarnation, the body can be replaced, let alone the hands and feet? Friends and wives have changed wave after wave......

In his last life, when he first glimpsed the path of the sword, Shi Zhixuan regarded the sword as the external embodiment of the edge of his soul, and wanted to use it to cut and cut through all the visible and invisible shackles on his body.

After all, anyone's heart is not round, weak, and boneless, but more or less hidden sharp and sharp.

It is urgent that one day, it will be difficult to endure the oppression and bondage day after day and awaken and even explode, become the firmest and most powerful will, and even spiritual power, to support yourself to pick up the sword and blade, cut the shackles, and break the oppression.

As the saying goes, the sword is the blade of the heart!

In the way of the sword, only by breaking through all kinds of worldly morality and false appearances, and truly comprehending the true meaning of this, the sword intent born from the heart can naturally reveal the pure and extreme sharp essence of the forest and cold like iron, and be as breathtaking as the sharp blade of a divine soldier.

With it, the sword qi can be used to make the sword weapon truly invincible and indestructible.

However, after wantonly killing hundreds of Dongying cavalry in Liaodong for the first time, Shi Zhixuan gradually went one step further, and regarded the sword as a concrete manifestation of the true intention of killing in the depths of his soul.

The so-called sharp mind and murderous intentions start from ...... But this kind of murderous intent is that people's hearts are stimulated by the sharp aura of the blade, and they can't hold their state of mind and are swayed by the desire to kill.

It's just a bloodthirsty desire to lose one's mind, and it's not a killing intent that destroys all life!

What is killing, destroying life, erasing the trajectory of the existence of living beings!

The sword, the blade of the heart, and the blade, the weapon of killing, the way of the sword, the essence is the way of killing!

The most basic killing is only to destroy the enemy's tangible and qualitative flesh and make it lose the foundation of spiritual support, and on the contrary, it is also a more mysterious and unpredictable method, in order to destroy the enemy's intangible and qualitative spiritual beliefs.

These two are one real and one false, and they are the killing methods used by the vast majority of warriors in this world to destroy the enemy, and they are invincible.

However, in Shi Zhixuan's view, who had cultivated these two to the point of near their peak, there was a limit to these two after all—at the very least, these two methods could not completely erase him and Xiang Yutian, who had cultivated to a transcendent sainthood. (To be continued.) )