The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Now, dream, wake up.

Daoxuan watched this scene, but did not waver at all.

"Is that so?" He looked at Chu Heng's direction, looked at Chu Heng's face without waves, and sighed a little: "People's hearts, God's will, are they really no match for people's hearts?"

He didn't know, but what he knew was that Chu Heng won this round. .

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The army was defeated like a mountain, and just now, the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals, which was roaring across the world just now, lost its power like melting ice and melting snow. ~)

No matter how powerful the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is, there must be Wanxian's desperate sacrifice.

This kind of sacrifice was mostly able to be achieved by Jiejiao Wanxian back then.

The cultivators who have just become enchanted can do it without their ego.

It's just...these people who have regained their clarity now no longer have the spirit of dedicating everything to Daoxuan.

The noise sounded, and the foot of Qingyun Mountain seemed to have turned into a noisy morning market.

Everyone was a little dazed, asking and looking at each other.

Although they had the memory of the evil catastrophe and self-awareness, they were all at a loss for a while.

Let alone reorganizing the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation at this time, even if they understand the situation, they don't know how long it will take.

What's more, without the manipulation of devil energy, how could they listen to Daoxuan's words and form formations for him?

Of course, these people at this time are no longer in Chu Heng's eyes.

Although these people are reluctant, they can be regarded as having experienced the ups and downs of the demon catastrophe. If they comprehend this level of experience in the future, among other things, I am afraid that there will be no problem reaching the golden core stage.

But for Chu Heng at this time, what's the difference between Jindanqi and mortals?

As if he didn't see the chaotic and bewildered eyes of these people, Chu Heng stepped up the steps against the flow of people. (—)

As he walked by, the noisy voices around him gradually began to dissipate.

Everyone understands that this battle has only just begun.

These monks who had just been freed consciously became silent at this time, not wishing to disturb Chu Heng in the slightest.

This is not only their gratitude, but also their respect for the strong.

For tens of thousands of years, such anticipated battles in this world have actually been very rare.

How unfortunate they are, because of the catastrophe, they narrowly escaped death.

How lucky they were to be able to witness this great battle.

Daoxuan quietly looked at the figure of Chu Heng walking up the mountain along the steps.

"How?" A smile curled up on the corner of Chu Heng's mouth.

"Wonderful!" Daoxuan laughed, "What a wonderful sword!"

He looked at Chu Heng as if extremely happy.

"Back then, I heard from the world that you had already comprehended another realm of swordsmanship, saying that swords are no longer a tool for killing people. I didn't take it seriously. Now, I realize that these rumors have greatly underestimated you. !"

Daoxuan sighed and said: "How far is your current swordsmanship?"

"Everything, seven emotions and six desires, which one is not a sword, and which one is not a sword technique?"

Chu Heng smiled, looked into Daoxuan's gaze, and said lightly.

Hearing this, Daoxuan waved his palm suddenly: "Okay! Sure enough, I am worthy of the name of the sword god, all things, all things, seven emotions and six desires, as expected... I am still not as good as you..."

He was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "My senior brother, Wan Jianyi, what do you think?"

"He? He's fine..." Chu Heng paused, then looked at Daoxuan: "Better than you."

"Yeah, he's always been better than me." Daoxuan didn't seem to care about Chu Heng's derogation, but said with a sigh: "Senior brother Wan Jianyi has always been more sober than me."

"It's ridiculous, I have experienced so many years of jealousy and scheming, and it is only today that I truly understand the strength of Senior Brother Wan. Do you think it is ridiculous?"

There was a hint of melancholy in Daoxuan's voice.

"The Dugu Sword Master of Shushan asked me if I regret it or not, of course I..."

"I regret it."

Daoxuan's voice lowered.

Chu Heng understood that Daoxuan had really enlightened now.

If he can't understand his original intention, he can't make a breakthrough.

Even Chu Heng knew better than Wan Jianyi that Daoxuan was not a swordsman.

Like Wan Jianyi, a swordsman who is confused and slashes with a single sword, he will never be like Daoxuan, who only knows what is Tao and what is regret after experiencing it.

Daoxuan is not, Daoxuan wants to walk into this magic barrier, use his body and soul to feel it, and look forward to the day when he can realize it.