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He looked at the sword marks flying diagonally forward on the roof, and took a step forward with his right foot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked at a clumsy and straightforward short sword mark in the corner, and thumped his left knee down.

He looked at a supple and rounded sword mark on the opposite wall, turned suddenly, and slashed out.

The blades hummed, the air between the blades opened up, and the wind blew in the quiet room.

I don't know when, the old monk woke up, looked indifferently over there, and used the Great Soul and the Dharma to suck two mouthfuls of pure flesh and blood in a row, his cheeks gradually plumped, and the vitality in his thin body had become extremely vigorous.

Xu Chen was dancing the knife in the corner of the room at this time, he was focusing on the mottled sword marks on the walls and roof, and kept waving the saber in his hand, not perceiving the rest of the things around him at all, as if he had inexplicably entered deep meditation.

The old monk felt that the breath in the sword marks on the walls around him was gradually passing away, and then poured into the young body, his indifferent eyes suddenly became fanatical and resentful, and he screamed bitterly: "Do you still want to come back to life with the broken sword you left behind?"

The old monk's plump cheeks suddenly sank, and his right hand, like a ghost's claw and withered branches, pointed at Xu Chen, who was still oblivious, and looked like he wanted to kill the other party immediately at the cost of consuming essence and blood.

Duanmu Rong was the first to react, forcibly supporting his weak body, and reached out to hold a few hard objects behind him.

Ye Tong, who had been bowing his head and being silent under the old monk's withered palms, suddenly raised his head, his hands on the broken bones trembled slightly, and his cold eyes swelled with a stubborn meaning of absolute self-abandonment.

Before looking up, Ye Tong glanced at Xu Chen, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

At that time, Xu Chen was holding a long saber, waving along the sword marks between the bluestones on the roof wall, his expression was stunned and stupid, and he felt even more jerky and clumsy when he used the knife to do swordsmanship, and the whole person was like a confused idiot.

Ye Tong saw that he was seriously injured by the old monk, and he should have been paralyzed on the ground, but at this time he waved his knife, not knowing what happened to him, but vaguely guessed that he had encountered some kind of opportunity, and should be in the important process of enlightenment.

The already desperate death situation, with the opportunity that Xu Chen encountered, finally showed a small gap, she knew that the old monk would not give Xu Chen any chance, but she must seize this last opportunity.

So she began to whimper and sob.

With the cry, the tattered but still bright red dress on her body suddenly lost all color and became pale and pale, as if all the breath of life and blood had been sucked away!

Her pale face became extremely bright red, the blood between the corners of her eyes and nose was like flowers, and she was extremely charming, and two strings of red tears like blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the black hair scattered behind her rose up and fluttered wildly in the air!

She was suppressed by the realm of the great array and the powerful spiritual power of the old monk, and for some reason she returned to her body, and the dark room was rippling with the unique aura of the Great Cultivator of the Seven Realms.

The Seven Realms only showed a very brief moment, and then it was drastically dimmed and depressed. It was like a weed that had been suppressed by a stone mountain, and only had time to lift the stone, and when it looked up at the clear blue sky, it was pitifully pressed back again.

The realm suddenly returned, and it was lost abruptly, but it didn't end there, the collapse and depression of the seven realms on her body was not that the intensity of the realm breath was suppressed, but that the realm itself was walking downward, all the way down, it was directly breaking through the lower end of the realm, and returning to the six realms with a body of cultivation!

Obviously she had already advanced to the Seven Realms, how could she force herself to return to the Six Realms? Cultivation in the world has always been to climb up step by step, who would turn around and go down the mountain? Even if there are such madmen who are willing to descend to the realm, how can they do it? You are already taller than the dwarf willow next to the women's house of the Heavenly Oracle, and you can already jump on two stones far away from each other in the small lake, so how can you let yourself be lower than that willow and not step on the stone in front of you?

What happened at this time was really incomprehensible, why did Ye Tong do this? She had gone through a lot of hardships to find the most suitable opportunity to enter the Seven Realms, why did she use this obviously very dangerous way to return to the Six Realms? What did she want to do?

The unthinkable happens the next moment.

Ye Tong raised his head and stared at the old monk, his cold eyes gushed out with a stubborn meaning of absolute self-abandonment, the red dress on his body suddenly turned pale, and the realm fell directly to the six realms, but a majestic and powerful aura gushed out from her body, directly breaking through the spiritual control that passed through the palm of her head, and blasted towards the old monk's body!

The realm will never fall naturally, and it is rare in the world to hear of any cultivator who can descend on his own, but the old monk has learned to penetrate the Tao and demons, and he knows the intentions of Ye Tong when his breath changes sharply.

The Western Jin Dynasty Jade Xuanmen has a powerful Dao method, this kind of Dao method can allow the practitioner to descend on his own, once this Dao method is cast, the practitioner originally lived in the upper realm of the realization of the breath, will be erupted in an instant, after decades of penance meditation and meditation to accumulate the powerful thoughts, once it bursts, it will form a terrifying impact.

It's just that the price to pay for this kind of Dao method is too great, and the realm that cultivators have worked so hard to achieve and advance to is even more important than their life and family, who is willing to give up once and start from scratch? Moreover, you must know that after performing this kind of Dao method, it is countless times more difficult for a practitioner to re-enter the original realm than when he first broke through the realm!

For the Divine Army powerhouses who are qualified to contact and master this Dao method, no one is willing to use this Dao method on the long path of cultivation, which is more painful and sad than asking them to die, and the Divine Army powerhouses who use this Dao method will inevitably fall into a situation that is more terrible than death, which requires great courage and determination.

Today's Ye Tong is already a great cultivator of the Seven Realms, looking at the entire world, she is undoubtedly the most amazing figure in the younger generation, but at this moment, she did not hesitate to let her realm forcibly fall from seven to six, ignoring the price and false name she had to pay for it.

Because the situation she is in now is more terrifying than death, colder than the underworld, she sees a glimmer of hope, so she does not hesitate to use death to fight for this opportunity, in this cold room without a trace of heaven and earth vitality, what other way does she have besides burning her own realm?

The distance between the Seven Realms and the Six Realms was the breath gushing out of her body like a storm at this time, and it was the half-foot distance between the old monk's palm and the top of her head that was finally shaken open!

The storm-like aura suddenly came to his body, and the old monk's body shook slightly, and his fingers pointing at Xu Chen trembled. He looked indifferent, condescendingly at the girl who was stubbornly looking at him, and there was no human emotion in his deep eyes.

He didn't expect Ye Tong to know such a supreme Dao method at such a young age, if he knew that this Dao Sect girl was as famous as him, and even had the reputation of being a Dao idiot, maybe he wouldn't be so shocked.

The mantra between the dry lips was repeated, and a single lotus seal was formed in the air in his right hand, and the holy light lit up like a lamp and candle from his fingers, and the divine breath of Dao and Demon instantly occupied the entire White Bone Mountain!

As the divine technique forcibly suppressed, the old monk's thin palm slowly pressed back towards the top of Ye Tong's head, and inch by inch seemed to be slow but seemed to be unstoppable.

Ye Tong didn't bow her head, she stared at the old monk's eyes indifferently and strongly, biting her lip tightly, and blasted out all the power she had gained at the moment of descent without hesitation, wanting to stop the landing of the thin palm.

She supported the ground with both hands, a few broken bones had been deeply stimulated into the palm, but the pain made her more awake and more stubborn, her thin wrists trembled violently, and it seemed that she could collapse at any time like Hsinchu, but she had been stubbornly supporting her body, and her body was also trembling violently, as if she might collapse at any time, but she had been stubbornly refusing to collapse.

Two terrifying forces inside and outside her body intersected, and blood slowly seeped out from the invisible pores of her delicate face, then condensed into tiny beads of blood, and finally trickled down onto the white gown, which had lost its original color.

Yet the wizened palm was still slowly descending in a ruthless and cold way.

Inch by inch, even though she had paid such a big price, and even burned the power of her entire life, the realm was too far away from the old monk to be stopped.

At the last moment, Ye Tong glanced at Xu Chen with no emotion.

At this time, Xu Chen was still holding the saber and comparing it to the sword marks on the stone wall, sometimes dancing with his hands and sometimes holding the knife in contemplation, wandering outside his body, and he didn't know what happened in the field.

"I've done my best, and if you can't wake up, there's nothing I can do. ”

Ye Tong looked at Xu Chen, and his eyes, which were more and more bewitching and charming because of the bloodshots, surged with a strong sense of despair, thinking: "You idiot! When will you wake up!"

Then she closed her eyes.

The wizened palm finally landed on top of her head.

The old monk looked at the girl under his palm with a solemn and complicated expression, his cheeks, which had been plumping before, were already deep, and he was thin and a ghost again, and with a light snort, he poured almost all the spiritual power that had accumulated for decades!

The edge of the wizened palm spewed out a powerful breath.

The furious and dancing black hair gently and quietly returned to Ye Tong's shoulder, she slowly fell to the ground, two lines of red tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, but she still looked at the old monk's face with cold and stubborn eyes.

The old monk's face was slightly pale, his body shook slightly, in order to completely subdue Ye Tong, who was in the Burning Life Realm, it was obvious that he had also paid a great price.

The matter did not end there, what really made the old monk feel faintly uneasy and vigilant was not the girl in the palm of his hand, but Xu Chen, who was holding a sword and dancing a sword, because the sword he was dancing was a sword.

He raised his thin palm again, pointing at Xu Chen, who was at a loss and didn't know what was going on outside his body.

Previously, Ye Tong had performed such a terrifying Dao method, and the old monk still hadn't exhausted all his strength, because he had to leave enough strength to ensure that he could kill the other party before Xu Chen's sword ended.

To kill absolutely, he can't leave the slightest hidden danger and possibility, so this time he didn't glance at it indifferently with his gaze, but stabbed his finger in the air with a solemn and focused expression.

Between his fingers, the powerful spiritual power condensed into a substance-like existence, piercing the silent space and dry and cold air, and stabbing Xu Chen's back.

At this time, Xu Chen was holding the saber and staring at the sword marks on the stone wall in front of him in a daze, his mood was empty and clumsy, like an ignorant child who watched the ants move and didn't know that there was a stone flying behind him.

Ye Tong had already fallen in a pool of blood, no longer had any strength, he himself was completely defenseless at this time, facing the old monk's resentful and dignified fingers, it seemed that nothing could save his life.

At this moment, a white bone flew up, lying in front of the old monk's spiritual power.

Even the hard bones of the Demon Sect's strong man who are indestructible with his sword are logically unable to resist the majestic and powerful spiritual power of the old monk, because how can tangible things block the invisible spiritual power?

However, the dim light in the air of the quiet room turned in an instant, and the phosphorus fire in the sword marks between the stone bricks of the roof wall seemed to be disturbed by some invisible force, and floated at the same time.