Above Shiling Island, Zhuang Wudao also spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and the unstoppable blood overflowed from the corner of his lips. In the end, this 'Yin Yang Tribulation' is far beyond his current realm, but fortunately, this style of sword path is actually incomplete, and he can't use the complete 'Yin Yang Tribulation' now.

However, just this mutilated sword style had already displaced his inner organs, almost severely wounded. Even if he has the Xuantian Hidden Qi, has an unbroken golden body, and has a Suren divine body, it still can't support it.

For him, the sword is a lose-lose situation. Fortunately, Zhenyi's current situation is a hundred times worse than him!

Looking up, Zhenyi, who was in his field of vision, had fallen from a height of 4,000 zhang at this moment. The face is like gold paper, and the hole in the chest is even more terrifying. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be unconscious.

Not only was his heart shattered, but this punch directly hit Zhen Yiyuanshen. If it weren't for the last moment, Zhuang Wudao's strength would not continue, and this great monk would have fallen directly.

And the group of monks in the three 'Ten Thousand Buddhas and Four Elephants Golden Light Treasure Wheel Holy Pagoda' in the distance were even more chaotic, and countless Dharmas descended at the same time, descending to Zhenyi. Trying to use the technique of recovery to help Zhen Yi recover from his injuries.

Zhuang Wudao was already sure at this time that he had come out of this Shiling Island, and he had won the battle from the rise and fall of life and death. No one knows better than him the killing of this punch 'Yin Yang Tribulation'.

Even if there is no blessing of the war spirit, in the world, there will never be more than ten people who can take this punch and not die, and there will be no one who will retreat without being injured in the slightest!

He will never return to the expectations of his master!

Zhuang Wudao only felt that his heart was free, and he was burdened with the heavy burden and pressure in his heart. And the guilt and self-blame. It seems that he has finally vented a little.

In the next few hundred years, the trend of rising and flourishing has not changed due to its own incompetence.

But the guilt is gone, but the sadness can no longer be suppressed. Zhuang Wudao's eyes were red, looking at the direction where Zhen Yi fell like a meteor.

Some people don't want to turn back, and they don't dare to turn back, just because they know that when this battle is over, it will be the time when the festival is extinguished. He even wished that time had stopped forever at this moment.

Just three breaths later, Zhuang Wudao could hear another heart-rending roar behind Ling Huaying.

A magnificent qi suddenly rose from the meridian Xuanyang ship. At the same time, it triggered a catastrophe, and a dazzling thunderbolt thundered down from the sky.

Zhuang Wudao's eyes are all uncontrollable and uncontrollable.

It's the master!

The breath sensed behind him was clearly Ling Huaying, who had already stepped into the realm of the Yuan Shen under the agitation of the mood, and the sympathy of the qi and machine caused the thunder to fall.

However, the opportunity is the festival at this moment, and the soul shadow has begun to drift away and be fragmented.

All the Buddhas of the Mahayana can be killed! The Buddhas of the Mahayana should all be killed! The Zhenyi of Liaoyuan Temple and the Liaoyuan Temple are annoying! Hateful! They can be killed!

The monks of this temple should be killed!

At this moment, the killing sword intent left by the sword immortal battle soul once again filled his heart.

There was no intention of letting go of Zhenyi, and at this moment, he was even more determined to kill him! Zhuang Wudao only waited for the injuries in his body to recover slightly, suppressed his blood, and made a move.

When the Taixiao Yin and Yang Sword came out, it was the strongest magical power he had mastered at the moment.

Heaven and earth are compassionate, farewell to life and death!

The sword came out of black and white, with the power to manipulate life and death, and the void was transformed. Everywhere they passed, the earth dried up and the plants withered.

But at the moment when these swords of yin and yang were about to cut off Zhenyi's head. A sword force, the void transmitted.

"Daoyou has won, please stop in moderation!"

There was a loud roar, and the vast sword power was actually hard, directly gathering Zhuang Wudao with a sword that he had cultivated all his life, and forcibly dispersed it.

Zhuang Wudao snorted in his mouth, just after this short fight, he already knew who it was. Tianyi Cultivation Realm Sword Dao is not prosperous, but there is only one person who can cultivate the sword art to the far top of the sword path.

――The first person in the world, and Mu Yuanxuan, who is also the first knife in the world!

Many of the sub-lists of the Tianji Monument were formulated by the 'Heavenly Monarch' who refined this thing. When this peerless immortal king made the list, it can be described as arbitrary. It is only because among the monks, there are fewer people who practice boxing, less than eleven, so the fists and fingers are all integrated into one and set as the list of boxing.

And there are a lot of people who practice swords and cultivate swords, so it is clear that the means of all kinds of magic weapons and blades are similar, but they have to set many lists for swords, guns, swords, halberds, needles, etc.

However, in the Tianyi Realm, the sword list has always been taken seriously, and for tens of thousands of years, there is only this one, as the first sword in the world, he has overwhelmed many sword cultivators in the Tianyi Cultivation Realm, and he has been the first or two hundred years old!

Zhuang Wudao didn't have the slightest cowardice in his heart, only the annoyance of being interfered with. The 'Taixiao Yin and Yang Sword' is scattered and reunited, and it is another 'sword drawing style', the occult art is half a grade lower than life and death, but the momentum is even more domineering!

"Are you dissatisfied? That's right, if you are prevented from killing him, Daoist friends will definitely be dissatisfied. However, if this seat says that it is necessary to stop in moderation, then you will not be allowed to disobey—"

The moon-white sword light flashed in the void. The sword qi that Zhuang Wudao slashed out was divided into two again, and then suppressed one by one. Then there was a huge knife momentum, which also came from thousands of miles away, locking Zhuang Wudao from afar.

The strength is also far inferior to him, only seventy percent of Zhuang Wudao, but the Void Dao that has been integrated into it is too much stronger, and even surpasses the first monk of Zhenyi!

When the knife momentum was pressed, Zhuang Wudao felt that his whole body was almost congealed. tried his best to fight with his soul power, but it seemed like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it collapsed for thousands of miles.

One qiē and one qiē were all shattered under the oppressive impact of this knife momentum.

In addition to Zhuang Wudao's divine thoughts, he was born with a war spirit, and he was not afraid of the momentum of high-level monks. But at this moment, he couldn't raise half of his strength in his body, and he couldn't even accurately control his body.

In my mind, a clear thought, or premonition, arose.

If you make another move, you will definitely die, definitely! Once the other party makes a move, you will definitely not show mercy again.

Gritting his teeth violently, Zhuang Wudao stiffened this powerful sword momentum, still standing in the air, his back was straight, and the sword momentum was still blazing and powerful!

He didn't want to admit defeat! He never wanted to retreat in front of the sword! Even if the opponent was Mu Yuanxuan, who was the first in the world!

I only felt humiliated and inexplicable in my heart, and I was also angry!

He is not a person who can't swallow his anger, he has been in Yuecheng for ten years, and he has long understood the truth of enduring humiliation. But only today, in front of the festival, he does not want to bow his head to anyone.

He will definitely cut out this sword! Definitely! He will die without regrets!

It's just that thousands of miles away, the sword momentum has clearly gathered to the extreme, but at this moment it is still hovering in the air, unable to move.

The sword rushed against it, like a blade in his throat, and the moment the sword moved, it was when his head was broken.

The gap between the two sides was not so disparity, but at this moment, it was he and Zhenyi Monk who were fighting hard, and after the injuries were resting!

So much so that under the pressure of this sword momentum, even if Zhuang Wudao had gathered all his strength, he still couldn't support it.

"Sword Master, how about I help you?"

A stream of heat suddenly rose from behind the sword aperture.

"Huh?"

Zhuang Wudao came back to his senses, but there was a strange meaning in his heart, the hot current of the sword spirit poured out, but he did not have the intention of controlling his body on his behalf.

"This poem, the sword master can read it with me. The true name of the teacher is in the world, who is worthy of the middle of the world for a thousand years; the ambition dies before the body is rewarded, and the old man is full of tears——"

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