Peerless Tang Sect's Splitting Claws Tearing the Sky

I don’t know how long time passed, Ye Ming charged towards higher places again and again...

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"The sharp power comes from the heart. The heart is fearless and invincible...concentrate it on one point, use it to break the face, and if you succeed, you can break all things!"

When Ye Ming was struggling above the seventieth level, at some point, a strange voice sounded in his ears. The voice sounded very young, and even had a sense of wanton arrogance.

Is it a teacher?

Ye Ming, who was struggling on the steps, couldn't help but think that he wanted to open his mouth to ask, but the pressure around him no longer allowed him to distract his attention. Now he almost devoted his entire mind to the confrontation with the sharp intention. Fundamentally Wuxia was observing his surroundings.

Fearless in my heart... To make an Arrancar?

Although I don't know who said those words, Ye Ming was convinced for no reason. He decided to try what the voice said, or he would have to do it all over again.

But how to condense the sharpness into one point? At this time, his own sharp power has been suppressed to a thin layer on the surface of his body, and it is powerless to try to mobilize it and concentrate it at one point.

Suddenly, Ye Ming's heart moved, and he raised his right palm with difficulty. What he wanted to use was the right metacarpal bone of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

To be honest, Ye Ming can persevere until now because of the two soul bones in his body. With the blessing of these two soul bones, his current physical fitness is even comparable to that of a high-level soul master. This is why he can The reason for persisting until level 70 and beyond.

Only five dark gold sharp blades were slowly stretched out from his fingertips. Now the dark gold right metacarpal bone has been completely integrated with Ye Ming. Under normal conditions, even without the use of soul power, the length should be more than one meter. .

But now, under the terrifying pressure from the surroundings, the sharp blade only stretched out a foot and stopped abruptly.

Ye Ming could feel that it was not that the blade could not be stretched out, but that his palm had reached its limit, and the surrounding pressure was acting on the blade all the time. If he forced it forward, his palm might burst.

Simply is enough!

Ye Ming thought at the same time, and the sharpness around him slowly circled towards his fingertips. The blade of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear was already extremely sharp, and it was inextricably linked with Ye Ming. It is completely integrated and like its own arm, so even if it is the first operation, the whole process does not fail even though it is slow.

Success! A trace of joy flashed in Ye Ming's eyes.

When the sharp force completely covered the five sharp blades, Ye Ming felt the pressure all over his body relax. At the same time, the five sharp blades were fully extended. A dark claw shadow blocked most of the pressure for him, and he was able to continue moving forward.

"Seventy-eight, seventy-nine..."

Ye Ming climbed quickly at his feet. He could feel that the protection of the Dark Golden Terror Claw was only temporary. If he stayed here all the time, his sharpness would be exhausted sooner or later, so he had to climb more before that. some layers.

"Eighty-four, eighty-five..."

When Ye Ming climbed to the eighty-fifth level, the dark gold shadow covering his right hand had begun to be filled with cracks, as if it was about to dissipate at any time. At the same time, the pressure was no longer only directed at the right palm, but began to attack from all directions.

Ye Ming clenched his teeth and huddled into a ball as much as possible, but he still showed no intention of shrinking.

Eighty-six! eighty seven!

When he climbed two more steps, the cracks in the phantom were getting bigger and bigger, and many sharp blades had penetrated the phantom and scratched his face. Although his whole body was still weakly protected, his face was still covered by A bloody streak was opened.

eighty eight! Taking another step, the shadow shattered even more, and the five sharp blades also made an overwhelming roar.

Eighty-nine! The phantom was on the verge of breaking. Ye Ming could feel that his whole body was being torn apart, blood stains were all over his body, his palms were in severe pain as if they were being torn apart, and his consciousness began to become blurry.

ninety!

At this step, Ye Ming almost relied on instinct to cross. When he stepped up the steps, the terrifying pressure he expected did not come. Instead, he felt relaxed and almost collapsed on the ground.

Ye Ming opened his eyes and saw that the dark gold blade in his right hand had been retracted at some point. The blood fell to the ground and was reflected in golden red by the steps. Despite this, his injuries were also recovering quickly.

I really succeeded! He looked back and saw that the ninety steps behind him left a trail of blood, which was proof of his journey...

After resting for a moment, Ye Ming stood up and looked at everything in front of him. He saw that he was on a platform, and there was a golden futon not far in front, which seemed to be specially used for meditation and recovery by the trialists.

Moving forward, a transparent light film blocked the ninety-one steps. The sharp force inside was almost solid, and there were countless sword energy flowing freely.

Ye Ming slowly came to the front. He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. He saw that every place where the sword energy passed through even left a dark shadow, which was the mark of the space being torn apart. This sword energy actually Can tear apart space!

Through the light curtain, Ye Ming summoned five sharp blades and tentatively stretched them into it. However, the severe pain from his right palm made him withdraw immediately. He saw that the sharp blade was intact even in the face of terrifying sharpness. At this time, a section was cut off!

"Hiss! This is...the realm!

"

Ye Ming took a breath of air and said this name that was familiar to him. Behind the light film in front of him was a field! And it is most likely the teacher’s own field! No wonder it needs to be blocked with a light film, this is to prevent the spread from destroying the entire space!

Thinking of this, Ye Ming couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face. The teacher really thought highly of him, and actually included the field as part of the trial. Without using martial arts, the people who could break through this field would probably be the entire continent. Can't find a few.

"The sharp heart forms a realm of its own. With one sword of Qingfeng, you can slay all the inner demons. The road to the ultimate is full of hardships and ups and downs. This realm is born from the heart, which is called no edge!

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At this time, the voice sounded in Ye Ming's ears again. He widened his eyes and looked around. The voice came from nowhere. It seemed to be in his ears and from the small sword.

Because he found that the small sword in the center of the field was shining with light at this time. The light seemed to attract people. After seeing the small sword, Ye Ming felt a sense of desire in his heart. It was his The spirit of martial arts is moving...

"Teacher, is it you? You are still here, right?"

Ye Ming lay on the light film and shouted urgently to the small sword, but in the end there was only silence. The small sword still radiated light, as if the words just now were just Ye Ming's illusion.

After a long time with no results, Ye Ming finally had no choice but to return to the futon dejectedly. Not only was he recovering his soul power at an accelerated pace, he was also thinking about what he had just said.

He understood that those words just now were definitely not his illusion. Since the voice reminded him to pass through the steps before, it was impossible to let go now...

A long time passed, and outside Ye Ming's world, an illusory figure kept standing next to Xiaojian, but ordinary people could not see him or feel his presence.

Looking at Ye Ming in meditation, Li Qingfeng sighed. This last level was indeed not prepared for the current Ye Ming. Ye Ming's ability to reach this point was actually beyond his expectation.

The figure slowly stroked the little sword, and the little sword seemed to be alive, rubbing against his illusory palm.

"Hey, you are full of spiritual energy, and it's not in vain that I have been concentrating for so many years."

The figure smiled and seemed very satisfied with Xiaojian's aura.

Suddenly he stopped and looked up to see Ye Ming standing up and kneeling before the light film, as if saying goodbye to himself.

"It's good to retreat when faced with difficulties. You finally listened to what I said."

Li Qingfeng looked at Ye Ming with satisfaction. This disciple was the best choice in terms of temperament and talent, and his intelligence was different from ordinary people. This was why he really valued Ye Ming. He handed over Shi Laike to such a person. I think Mr. Mu will feel at ease.

Thinking like this, the figure suddenly widened his eyes, because the young man actually took another step forward!