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"as you wish."

A calm voice resounded, and a figure in white gradually appeared above the horizon.

The man's eyes were as bright as stars, his robe fluttered with the strong wind, and he carried a sword case on his back. The sword case gave people an extremely heavy feeling, like a mountain.

This peerless and invincible Great Sword Immortal finally came before Houjin Wangting.

Chapter 354 The Heavenly Demon Palace is now in the rivers and lakes

The wind blew up, and the world instantly became clear.

If Zongzheng Huachun's momentum is like a terrifying monster, giving people a heavy feeling like a mountain covered, then the swordsman on the opposite side is more like a vast ocean, wide and inclusive.

The status and strength of the two of them are both the top masters in the world, and they are both masters who can determine the general trend of the world.

That's why this duel is even more compelling.

An Jing looked at Zongzheng Huachun in the distance, and couldn't help frowning secretly.

At this time, Zongzheng Huachun had the ground under his feet and the sky above his head, while he was standing in the middle, his figure was connected to the sky and the earth, and there was no sense of disobedience.

An Jing knew that Zongzheng Huachun, who absorbed the spirit of the earth's veins, not only improved his cultivation, but also improved a lot in his epiphany about the connection between heaven and man.

When Dao has stagnated, the improvement of skills can allow Dao to display stronger strength. The strength of Zongzheng Huachun in front of him is absolutely terrifying, not even weaker than the severely injured Nangong Weiping.

Definitely a rival.

As Zongzheng Huachun looked at the young man in white, he was filled with admiration.

Who would have thought that such a genius would be born when there was no big picture in this world?

Times really do make heroes!

Zongzheng Huachun said seriously: "I know you will definitely come back."

An Jing said: "You know?"

Zongzheng Huachun said firmly: "I know."

An Jing's eyes turned slightly cold, and he said, "Then do you ever know when you will die?"

Zongzheng Huachun said: "This king never guesses things that come out of nothing."

An Jing touched the sword box behind him, and said lightly: "So, you think you won't die?"

Seeing this world's great sword fairy draw out his long sword, everyone's expressions became tense, and even their breathing became tense and cramped.

No one is not afraid, no one has peace of mind.

Zongzheng Huachun laughed and said, "Can you kill this king?"

An Jing said: "Are you very confident?"

Zongzheng Huachun said: "Of course."

An Jing stretched out his palm, "But I think you are too confident."

Canglang--!

A sharp cold light pierced out from the sword box, reflecting a freezing cold world.

Solitary Deer Sword!

The No.1 sword in the world!

At this moment, the No. 1 sword in the world is releasing sword energy, stirring up the surrounding grass waves.

The people present looked at this scene, as if the peerless famous sword gradually merged with An Jing's figure, the Dulu sword disappeared, and the ghost swordsman also disappeared, leaving only a sword in the world.

That kind of frontal cold, icy cold floating between the sky and the earth, seems to have penetrated into everyone's heart.

Zongzheng Huachun said: "Your sword has gone further than before."

There seems to be a sense between the masters, especially the top swordsmen and masters like An Jing and Zongzheng Huachun, who can detect each other's intentions through a subtle feeling.

Zongzheng Huachun continued: "However, it is not enough to want to cut off the king's head."

After finishing speaking, the energy in his whole body surged away like a tidal wave, not only dispersing the sharp cold sword energy in an instant, but also dispersing the dark clouds in the sky, and a ray of sunlight returned to the Queen's Court , bringing a touch of warmth to the post-jin people.

boom!

Zongzheng Huachun's voice was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, resounding throughout the world for a long time.

An Jing stroked the blade lightly with his fingers, "Someone once said the same thing to you."

Zongzheng Huachundao: "The same words have different tastes when they are spoken by different people."

An Jing said: "But to me, there is no difference."

Zongzheng Huachun said, "Why?"

An Jing said: "They are all just dead."

The two were not talking, and everyone could feel the extremely dignified atmosphere.

That kind of momentum is intertwined, like a volcano ready to explode.

Even an ordinary post-golden soldier could feel that his heart was beating wildly, as if the two of them would explode completely in the next moment.

And the Dulu sword in An Jing's hand seemed to have really disappeared, even Zongzheng Huachun couldn't see it.

Zongzheng Huachun said, "Where's your sword?"

An Jing said: "The sword is here."

Zongzheng Huachun frowned when he heard that, "Where is it?"

An Jing said: "It's everywhere."

Zongzheng Huachun narrowed his eyes, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "It's so good that it's everywhere."

An Jing said: "Let's make a move."

Zongzheng Huachun stretched out his palm and said, "The move has been made."

An Jing asked, "Where is the recruit?"

Zongzheng Huachun closed his eyes slightly, and said, "It's hard to find."

An Jing frowned, and a gleam appeared in his eyes.

Ordinary people are at a loss when they hear the conversation between the two, they clearly cannot see the sword, nor can they see Zongzheng Huachun's moves, the two are like two monks from the Buddhist sect, fighting witty at the moment.

But the master who really knew what the two of them said was shocked in his heart.

In the distance, Zhao Qingmei looked at this scene and said softly: "It seems that Husband has already touched the seventh realm."

Throughout the ages, many people believe that there are swordsmen who have reached the seventh level. After all, the "General Outline of the Way of the Sword" explains the seventh level of the way of the sword very clearly, and the explanations for the first six levels are also very correct. Many swordsmen have reached the seventh level according to the "General Outline of the Way of the Sword". The six realms created many famous sword techniques.

Even so, there is no clear record in history so far, which also makes some people say that there is no seventh realm in this world.

The seventh realm, like a fairy in the sky, is a real realm of immortals and Buddhas, as long as you step over it, it will be a different existence.

"My uncle has indeed touched the mysterious seventh realm."

Li Fuzhou said with a serious face: "But Zongzheng Huachun is not bad, he has integrated a ray of thought from the spirit of the earth veins, and the induction between heaven and man has reached an extremely deep level, very close to the unity of heaven and man."

The seventh realm is terrifying, and the unity of man and nature is even more so.

In Yujing City, Lu Guoyong stepped into the unity of heaven and man, and fought against the three great masters of five qi, severely injured one of them, and beheaded one. of mystery.

If Zongzheng Huachun had achieved the unity of man and nature, even the Grand Master might not be able to get benefits in front of him.

Therefore, in the battle between the two, it is really unpredictable which one is stronger and weaker.

"Third Master."

Zhao Qingmei frowned slightly, and looked at Li Fuzhou who was at the side.

Li Fuzhou nodded slightly, and then led Zong Zhengyue to walk into the distance.

The two stand on both sides of the world, fighting against each other. Others don't know the strength of the two, but they know each other very well.

Both of them are very confident in their hearts, and each other's strength seems to be subtle.

At this moment, Li Fuzhou walked out with Zong Zhengyue.

An Jing said indifferently: "Zongzheng Huachun, my friend should be in your hands."

Zongzheng Huachun, who was standing at the top of the city, clapped his hands, and several Houjin soldiers came up with two bald monks.

Jie Se looked at the Yin Soldier in the cloudy sky, his legs and feet were sore at the moment, he almost fell to the ground, when he saw the figure in white clothes in the distance, he was stunned and said in ecstasy: "Brother An, why are you here... ...?"

An Jing was actually standing under the cloudy sky at this moment, confronting Zongzheng Huachun.

Who is Zongzheng Huachun? !

That is the Holy Master Houjin, one of the top masters in the world today.

Zongzheng Huachun said: "One person for another, which one do you want?"

"One person for another?"

An Jing lifted Zong Zhengyue's collar and said, "This is the Eighth Princess of Houjin, is her life so worthless?"

Zongzheng Yue's expression was as indifferent as water, as if he was submissive.

Zongzheng Huachun said: "Human life is neither high nor low."

An Jing said: "Human life is one life. It is true that there is no high or low, but there is a person's status."

Zongzheng Huachun asked, "What do you want?"

An Jing said: "Let the two of them exchange the remains of the Great Elder of my teaching."

A glimmer of ferocious light appeared in the eyes of some post-gold masters on the top of the city, and their palms were placed on their waists.

Obviously they didn't want to give in easily, and even wanted to kill the ghost swordsman.

After all, this is the Houjin Royal Court, so what if the ghost swordsman has millions of Yin soldiers?

As long as the ghost swordsman is killed, who else in the Dayan Dynasty can stop Houjin from going south?

Zongzheng Huachun took a deep look at An Jing and said, "Okay."

An Jing said: "You let him go first."

Zongzheng Huachun turned his head to look at the two people who were at a loss, Jie Lu and Jie Lu, and then sucked in his palm, and the two of them felt their bodies floating downward.

"Brother An!"

When Jie Se saw An Jing, tears welled up in his eyes, as if seeing a relative.

In the past few days, he has been worried that Zongzheng Huachun will kill him. He has been a dog for several days, and let him understand that the life of a dog is really not for humans.

An Jing patted Jie Lu and Jie Lu on the shoulders, but did not speak.

Li Fuzhou slapped Zong Zhengyue and said, "Eighth Princess, you can go."

Zong Zhengyue stretched his muscles and said, "Thank you for the hospitality these few days."

After finishing speaking, Zong Zhengyue walked towards the city wall of Wangting, and immediately countless experts from the Snow Mountain came forward to meet and protect him.

Zongzheng Huachun said: "Jun Qinglin's body needs to be coffined, and I will send it out later."

An Jing glanced at Zongzheng Huachun, and said, "Zongzheng Huachun, the current situation has saved you."

"Ha ha ha ha."

When Zongzheng Huachun heard An Jing's words, he immediately understood all the meaning, and knew that he didn't want to decide whether to live or die today.

An Jing said: "But you and I will eventually have a battle."

Zongzheng Huachun waved his sleeve robe and said: "Everything is as you wish, you want to be with me anytime you want."

The gust of wind was blowing, setting off waves of grass, which made the clothes of the two of them rattle.

There are hundreds of thousands of post-Jin soldiers in Houjin King's Court, 20 of which are the elite among the elite. Outside Wang's Court, there are millions of Yin soldiers in the dark clouds, carrying a heavy Yin energy, like soldiers rushing out of Fengdu. generally.

This kind of confrontation gives people a very strange feeling.

An Jing said: "On the ninth day of September, Bashan."

This is the time negotiated by An Jing and Zhao Qingmei.

It is now the end of June, and there are still more than two months before the ninth day of September. In these two months, there are many things that An Jing wants to do. Help Zhao Qingmei solve Da Cheng's demons, get the blood of Cheng Huang, the most important thing It is to obtain the last fragment of the "Anonymous Heart Sutra" from the hands of Zhenyijiao, and synthesize the complete "Anonymous Heart Sutra".