"In this way, so many of us in Zhao Jianlu have been wrong about him. ”

Zhao Ce sighed softly, "But he doesn't have a good end, it's worse than my master, my master doesn't believe in people, and he has no quarrel with the world, but he believes in the wrong person." ”

The division commander looked at him noncommittally and didn't say anything.

The battle with Wang Jingmeng changed the trajectory of his life, if there was no such person as Wang Jingmeng in this world, maybe he would be the first person in the world, the sword idiot of Bashan Sword Field, the most powerful genius.

However, even if he failed to assassinate Wang Jingmeng back then, and his cultivation progress became slow due to being injured too much, which had a great impact on his cultivation in this life, it was his own choice, and he didn't have much hatred for an enemy like Wang Jingmeng.

Zhao Ce thought for a while, and asked seriously, "So in all fairness, do you think that if Wang Jingmeng and my master fought back then, who would win?"

Shi Changluo shook his head: "If it is logically speaking, I think your master will win, Wang Jingmeng is unbreakable, any trick is at his fingertips, any trick will turn decay into magic in his hands, his sword moves are as wonderful as heaven, and the flow of every vitality seems to be in its original position." But no matter how delicate the sword moves are, there are always traces to follow, and your master's sword moves are sometimes close to the intuition of the body, which is the natural reaction of the sword master's body and the exchange of vitality. But this kind of thing, who can say clearly, whose opinion does not represent the result itself, a sword master's life will go through countless stages, Wang Jingmeng during the battle of Han, Zhao and Wei dynasties and Wang Jingmeng during the final battle in Changling are different, you think about how old your master was at that time, how long did Wang Jingmeng cultivate the sword, if everyone is in another ten years, who will win?"

"You're right, in this matter, it's my Zhao Jianlu's people who are obsessed. ”

Zhao Ce nodded, said no more, raised the sword in his hand, crossed it in front of his chest, and said to the division commander: "Please." ”

When he says the word "please", it means that the battle really begins.

The terrifying heat that had been surging in the air suddenly vanished, and all returned to his body and the sword in his hand.

The flames on the long sword in his hand, which was originally spewing red to the blinding flames, faded, and the whole long sword became like ordinary mortal iron, but his whole person seemed to have swallowed all the flames, and his skin exuded a luster like red jade.

The most frightening thing is his eyes.

His eyes turned completely crimson, crystal like jewels, and were completely filled with a crazy and violent aura.

There is no normal human nature, it is completely demonic.

In the world of cultivators, if a practitioner completely falls into the world created by his sword intent, and his mind is trapped in it and cannot extricate himself, he is in a demon.

This is a terrible thing for the practitioner itself.

However, Zhao Ce's first sword was to let himself fall into the devil.

His sword hadn't really pierced out yet, and the heaven and earth around him and the division commander were already full of his demonic killing intent.

In the sky, which seemed to be absolutely empty for ordinary cultivators, large gray dust began to appear, like gray snow falling down one after another.

A black ripple rippled like a stream of water around Shi Changluo's body, and then this ripple turned into a wave, constantly lapping the surrounding void.

Shi Changluo began to draw his sword, his hand was empty, but his right hand went deep from his chest, and a pitch-black hilt appeared in his right hand, and a ghostly thick flame was connected to his chest.

For a moment, even the sound of the siege was quiet.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a contest between Zhao Jianlu and Bashan Sword Field, and all the cultivators inside and outside the city know that the battle between the two has already started in space at this time.

A strange natal aura continued to expand with the momentum of Shi Changluo's sword, and thick black natal aura continued to gush out of his chest, and then it continued to turn into a sword body in Shi Changluo's hands.

It was as if he was pulling a pitch-black bone out of his body.

His movements were slow.

The picture at this time is very weird.

It seemed that one person was just concentrating on drawing his sword, while the other was just quietly letting himself into the devil, but more and more large flakes of gray dust were falling in the air.

When the tip of the pitch-black sword in the hand of the division commander finally appeared, he drew the sword and completed, and at the moment when the tip of the sword was separated from his body, hundreds of black lines were involved, and then the shadow of a figure was pulled out of his body by these black lines.

With this sword, Shi Changluo seemed to have pulled out his soul.

All the gray dust that was falling in the air and the gray dust that had fallen to the ground all danced wildly and rushed towards Zhao Ce's body.

The gray dust piled up like a shell, instantly filling Zhao Ce's body, turning Zhao Ce into a gray stone statue.

However, in the next moment, the stone statue's eyes burned, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes inside.

The statue seems to have been enchanted.

There was a crackling sound that sounded from the sword in Zhao Ce's hand.

Many burning dust particles flew from the cracks in the gray stone shell of the sword's body, and then these dust particles flew away, cutting off the cultivator's perception.

Everyone could clearly see Zhao Ce standing there, the stone shell cracking and burning, but everyone's perception did not perceive his existence.

First is the demon, and then the judgment, just like the supreme sword intent of the Spirit Void Sword Gate.

Shi Changluo couldn't sense Zhao Ce's existence in his perception, but his mood didn't fluctuate in the slightest, because he knew very well that his previous blow would not be able to completely defeat Zhao Ce, and now Zhao Ce was not his strongest means.

The pitch-black sword in his hand thuded softly.

There was a lot of black human-like vitality surging outward.

A black point of light suddenly appeared on the ground in front of Zhao Ce, and then condensed into a black bamboo shoot.

With the growth of this bamboo shoot, a strange force continued to impact the space where Zhao Ce was.

Pieces of glass-like crystal light scattered and splashed in all directions, as if many mirrors were shattered at the same time.

Zhao Ce's figure completely disappeared there.

In the next moment, when he appeared in everyone's eyes, he had already appeared less than seven feet in front of Shi Changluo.

Rumble!

The magic light in his eyes had disappeared, but his entire body and long sword burned violently like never before, exploding outward, and then with his simple and violent sword, the flames rose again, forming a real flame furnace around his body, and then the entire flame furnace was like a drop of water, flowing down from the tip of his sword, and the space shook again, leaving the division commander behind!

The pitch-black long sword in the hand of the division commander disappeared, his single palm was slightly erected, and a slight black smoke flew up where the pitch-black natal long sword disappeared.

His whole person was divided into black and white from the middle, the left half of his body was so black that he couldn't see his face clearly, but the right half of his body was dazzlingly white, shooting out ten thousand rays of light, and a terrifying force condensed into a line, cutting this furnace from it!

Zhao Ce's brows furrowed deeply, the method of Yin God and Ghost Objects that the division commander Luo cultivated from nowhere was integrated with the sword scripture of the Bashan Sword Field, and the weirdness of the power at this time made him unable to measure it at all.

At the moment when the Flood Furnace Sword was broken, he only felt an invisible vortex appear in front of him.

This invisible vortex had two distinct powers, the Yang and the Yin, and some of them even came from the power of the sword he had just unleashed.

He couldn't break the blow of the division's long line.

He could even be sure that at any moment before today, he would never be able to win in the face of such a division commander.

Today, however, he does not see it that way.

Because just before when he drew that sword mark, he was as if he was there, and finally captured the charm of the sword that his master had back then.

He didn't have any other distractions in his mind at this time, it was just very simple, he stepped forward again, and drew the sword mark.

The fiery sword swept through the air in front of him.

A fiery red sword mark appeared in the air.