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"Zhong Lin, since you want to die, I will grant your wish. Come and die!"

Zhong Lin, standing in the formation, felt that the formation cut off his connection with the world, and there was an endless weight pressing on every tiny part of his body.

And this oppressive force became stronger and stronger. In just a few moments, Zhong Lin felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

"Die!"

Just as Zhong Lin frowned, a sword light pierced straight at him in the starlight.

Bang!

Zhong Lin's eyes moved slightly, and his palm seemed to be fast but actually slow, blocking the sword light.

Although he blocked it, Zhong Lin frowned.

Under the starlight, he felt that his whole body was suppressed. Not only was the spiritual energy in his dantian running obscure, but his physical body was like carrying a huge mountain on his back, and every move consumed a lot of energy.

"Hahaha, Zhong Lin, have you thought about how to die?"

Sikong Yan grinned wildly, his eyes full of ferociousness.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless sword shadows penetrated the void, twisted and turned, shuttled and jumped, or cycled endlessly, with endless coldness, sharpness, killing and destruction, coming to kill Zhong Lin.

"Die?"

Zhong Lin sneered, and with a thought, the Five Elements Mysterious Jade Swords surrounded his body, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally formed a vortex sword wheel.

The five elements are connected, endless, and turned into a five-color canopy-like thing, blocking the sword lights from the body.

Kakaka...

Zhong Lin raised his head slightly, watching the air current tearing the starry sky, the terrifying sword lights falling from the sky, and the countless subtle places around him flashed a little bit of explosion.

"It's over."

Zhong Lin exhaled a long breath, and his deep eyes suddenly lit up.

As the voice floated, a domineering and unparalleled thought instantly shook the starry sky, sweeping away all the starlight and smoke.

Zhong Lin stepped on the ground, and golden blood rushed out from every pore. These blood burned and dyed the whole sword formation red in an instant.

Boom!

At the moment when the huge blood burst, his body suddenly leaned forward and punched.

Punch after punch, in an instant, he threw a full ten thousand punches, but the speed was extremely fast, as if they were thrown at the same time in an instant, like a big sun suddenly shining.

The five sword wheel vortices surrounding his body were forcibly integrated into this big sun, making the light shine brightly and the sky dazzling with colorful colors.

Boom!

Boom!

Violent and turbulent, raging and whistling.

In the huge collision, rolling ripples crisscrossed.

It seemed to be the most violent and terrible hurricane between heaven and earth, easily sweeping the entire star sword formation, and countless starlight and vitality were exploded and shattered under this boxing method.

Elder Cangchen, who had been sitting in the void, was also upright at this time.

"Good boy, you have merged the sword and fist. It seems that another Holy Son will appear in our Heavenly Sword Holy Land."

"Master, what will happen if the artistic conception merges?" Jian Jingtian asked curiously.

"You will be beaten to death."

"Uh!"

Elder Cangchen glanced at the new disciple, and said after a pause: "Jingtian!"

"The disciple is here."

"Don't be an enemy of Zhong Lin in the future."

"Why?"

Why? I'm afraid he will beat you to death.

Elder Cangchen didn't say this, mainly because he was afraid of undermining the confidence of his own disciples.

Artistic conception is difficult to comprehend, and different artistic conceptions will cause mutual pressure, not to mention the fusion of the two after full comprehension. If they can really merge, the power will be far greater than one plus one.

Crack!

Crack!

Countless soil and rocks were swept into the smallest particles by the strong wind and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Whoosh...

In the endless tide of vitality, the vast blood and energy around Zhong Lin exploded and vibrated into the sky.

He looked deeply at Sikong Yan, took a step forward, bent his body and punched out.

Boom!

The extremely fierce power in his body was released like a volcanic eruption at the moment of punching out.

A ray of extremely pure golden light broke through the void, carrying the unparalleled will, and hit Sikong Yan.

The endless mountains and mountains were shaking wildly, and the excited vitality and sound waves instantly lifted the outer disciples watching the battle around.

The mighty fist intention was simply unimaginable.

"Not good."

Sikong Yan's mind trembled, and at this moment he finally felt fear, but it was too late.

Snap!

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The world suddenly froze, as if imprisoning him in place. He could not move his body, so he had to activate the last defense of the Xuanqi armor at the last moment.

And at this moment, Zhong Lin's fist finally arrived.

Heart! Intention! Fist!

Once the thought moves, everything will come.

Boom!

In the fierce roar, a transparent ripple of vitality rose up, spreading to an endless distance, and the void energy and the vitality of heaven and earth all disappeared.

"Wow!"

The shield on Sikong Yan's body was not broken, but the terrifying artistic conception attack hit his mind heavily.

His face turned pale in an instant, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. His mind was like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

Although the body was not injured, the mind was the manifestation of the soul. If the mind was destroyed, it would be a living dead.

Zhong Lin's eyes turned cold, and he punched again.

Suddenly, a purple air rose above the ring, vast and boundless, with a domineering aura.

This power was as vast as the heaven and earth. Just a vibration made Zhong Lin feel like an ant facing the might of heaven. The power gathered in his fist was even more dissipated, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Ying Ju, who had been watching the game, changed his face, and moved directly to the ring, blocking Zhong Lin.

"The competition is not over yet, is the third son of the saint too arrogant?" Ying Ju mocked.

"Ying Ju..."

It was just two words, but the voice coming from the purple air was like a decree from the gods, shaking from the void and resounding in the sky.

It was mighty and piercing through the sky.

Zhong Lin only felt a stuffiness in his chest, and a sweetness in his mouth, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

A pair of eyes stared at the purple cloud tightly, with horror in their eyes.

There was no energy fluctuation, just the sound of two words made him injured, this...

Yingju took a step forward, and the next moment, a terrifying and boundless power erupted.

Boom!

The air flow was turbulent, and a terrifying sound like the collapse of the sky came.

A golden chrysanthemum shadow appeared around Yingju, and the shadow kept trembling, as if it was made of flames. A force of destruction came from it, but the power of creation was hidden in the destruction, which looked very strange.

Wu Hong, who followed closely, suddenly stopped and his pupils shrank sharply.

"The power of Nirvana, Yingju, you actually broke through the Nirvana realm."

Wu Hong screamed, his face full of disbelief.

Yingju ignored Wu Hong behind him, and stared at the purple air on the stage with a pair of eyes, full of fiery fighting spirit.