Zhan Lu Jian floated quietly in front of the Xuanyi man, and then another Xuanyi man walked out of the Xuanyi man's body, which was his Yuan Shen.

With a faint cyan halo on his body, without any expression, he turned into stars and merged into the Zhan Lu sword.

At the same time, the body of the Xuanyi man turned into ashes, leaving no trace at all.

When the Zhan Lu Sword floated in the air and combined with this world-building swordsman Yuan Shen, the majestic momentum gushed out, and the high cliff cracked inch by inch, unable to resist the strength of this 'Daohua Yuan God Sword' with huge energy.

Pieces of cliffs cracked and rolled down, plunged into the deep pool at the bottom of the cliff, and blistered.

The momentum that can make the sky collapse and the earth can spread indiscriminately, and there is no need to condense at all.

This force is as strong as nature's storms, and it is difficult to resist.

The power of this 'Daohua Yuan Shen Sword' was much more terrifying than any martial arts Li Zhi had ever seen.

His expression was as leisurely as before, his long hair drifted back, and a few snowflakes flew to his eyebrows, and immediately collapsed.

His deep eyes did not move, staring at this sword of the Primordial Spirit.

Heaven and earth suddenly fell into a momentary stillness, and only a sword could come and go at will, as if jumping out of the long river of fate, with a trace of detachment and endless killing intent, slowly stabbed towards Li Zhichang.

The space is collapsing, the wind has stopped, and the snow is not moving in mid-air.

These are all Li Zhichang's external senses, which are true and incomparably real.

Xuanyi people's 'Daohua Yuanshen Sword' has surpassed any kind of swordsmanship in the human world and reached a level of 'Dao Extreme'.

Guided by flesh and blood. With the Yuan Shen as the driving force and the world-famous sword as the carrier, this sword move that shocked the ancient and modern was realized.

The Xuanyi people did not win. He died first.

This is the depths of the Baiyun Mountains.

Although Moyun Ridge is towering, this high cliff is no higher than the surrounding mountains.

The surrounding peaks are of different shapes and have the grandeur of nature's ingenuity, but no matter how many of these peaks are weathered, they are nothing more than dead things.

Even if the mountain has infinite power, it cannot be used flexibly.

At this moment, the owner of this sword of the primordial god is not inferior to the power of the mountain peak. And there is an extra air of detachment.

Not for life, not for death, just for this sword to come to an end. Straight to the other side.

This is also the most powerful method of the Xuanyi people at present, and it is also the place that makes Li Zhichang the most fearful.

At this point, the sword technique is no longer a law, but an independent Tao.

This is the power of destruction. This is a force that rivals the vastness of nature.

Li Zhichang has any subtle tricks in his hands. have lost their usefulness. In the face of this boundless sword move, Li Zhichang only had two ways to choose.

Either die, or destroy the other mercilessly with greater force.

At this moment, in the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, a drop of blood fell from the tip of Ji Qianqian's sword, not her blood.

She blew lightly and looked towards Moyunling, revealing a frightened look.

At the same time, Wan Qi Mingyao also looked towards Moyunling. She was a little sad because she felt the last message of the Xuanyi people to leave her heart.

She looked at Ji Qianqian coldly. Together, with a ghostly speed, they turned into a breeze and quickly approached Moyunling.

Ji Qianqian was unwilling to chase after him.

Li Zhichang finally broke the solidification of space, and his eyes were full of light.

The winner will be known in this instant.

Life and death are also seen in an instant.

The blade of the sword came out of its sheath, with the power of extreme yin and yang, and at the same time, it was full of sword body as clear as autumn water.

The power of the yin in the yin and the yang in the yang is constantly stirring.

It was terrifying enough to tear through all the sword qi, and suddenly broke through the shackles of the power of the 'Daohua Yuan Shen Sword'.

This is an unprecedentedly brilliant decisive battle, one man with two swords, becoming the supreme master of heaven and earth, and there is nothing left.

Li Zhichang clearly felt the Xuanyi people's 'Daohua Yuanshen Sword' at this moment, and the terrifying lethality was by no means something that could be described in any words.

That kind of sword intent that kills nothing and is invincible makes this Daohua Yuanshen Sword powerful enough to split mountains and seas, and once the impact of the explosion in it is vented, nothing will be able to escape.

And due to the locking of Xuanyiren's divine will, Li Zhichang did not have any way to escape, although he did not think about escaping.

The sky was already dark, but Li Zhi could see at night.

But now he can't see or hear.

Everything in heaven and earth seemed to gradually disappear, and only he was left 'himself'.

Up and down in all directions, through the ages.

There is only one 'self' left.

I don't see the 'me' of the past, and I don't see the 'me' of the future.

After a long time, it seems that there is only one 'me' left.

This is detachment, this is the end of the way.

Li Zhichang suddenly arose this kind of realization, which was not accidental, but inevitable.

Only with the state of mortality, the heart of survival, reflecting the past, and seeing the 'true self', can we have this kind of enlightenment.

In the silent and lightless world, Li Zhichang was born from the sea of his heart with a sword, and even 'himself' was slashed away.

And the real him in the outside world also slashed towards the 'Daohua Yuanshen Sword' at the same time.

"Cut my sword of the clear way, cut my sword of the clear way, cut me the sword of the clear way".

The sound of a long moan sounded from all directions at the same time.

The 'Daohua Yuanshen Sword' attacked and killed, setting off layers of sand and stones, and the air continued to burst, with uninterrupted power, like a high wall in heaven and earth, and pressed towards the insignificant Li Zhichang.

When Li Zhichang crashed into the strength of the heavens and the earth, he slashed high towards the sword of the Daohua Yuanshen.

'Slash My Sword of the Ming Dao' and 'Sword of the Daohua Yuanshen' finally had substantial contact.

In the deep eternal night, the blinding white light was more dazzling than anyone could have imagined.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

Li Zhichang was also unable to find out what had happened.

When the two swords touched, the strength collapsed towards an invisible point, and a vast, eternal, and long-standing door opened between the two.

Li Zhichang knew that it was an unimaginable world over there, but the power of the mysterious stone chamber restrained him and prevented him from entering there.

The opening of this immortal gate not only absorbed most of the energy generated by the two of them, but also made him feel the vastness and indifference of the opposite world more intuitively than in the past.

Even he felt the breath of a vast universe, the world opposite did not seem to be a monotonous world, behind this door, there was a higher level or a more real power.

The original spirit of the Xuanyi people has been annihilated, but Li Zhichang felt the breath of the Xuanyi people from behind the door, the endless depths behind the door, the endless void, an emperor with black clothes, a sword and a turtle and snake, and a servant holding a black flag, glanced at him lightly, and the immortal gate was closed.

Li Zhichang suddenly understood one thing, if he saw the Xuanyi person next time, it would not be the same as before, or that this emperor was the real Xuanyi person, this feeling of no reason was very strong. (To be continued......)

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