The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

After finishing speaking, on Qing Gang's sword, the sword energy suddenly lit up like a stone fire.

The power of the cave rises slowly behind him.

From Daoxuan's point of view, it was as if there was a boundless paradise behind Chu Heng. +]

Lingshan is like emerald, and white water is like jade belt.

This kind of scenery is actually more fascinating than those fairylands on Qingyun Mountain that have been famous in the spirit world for a hundred years.

But it is this boundless beauty, but it has amazing power.

One sword - cut life and death.

Chu Heng's sword has now begun to transcend its own swordsmanship, or the scope of sword intent, and has truly moved to another and higher level.

On the Qinggang sword, there is a golden light and shadow invisible to ordinary people.

But the phantom of Xuanwu trembled, as if he had encountered an enemy of life and death.

The sharp power like cutting gold and breaking jade danced lightly under Chu Heng's sword.

The power of law!

Since the formation of the cave, it appeared in the spirit world for the first time.

The gold line of the five elements rule.

The turbulent sea of ​​blood seemed to encounter boundless resistance before Chu Heng's point of the sword. Not only could he not advance at all, but a huge gap was opened by this sword.

If you look at it from the sky, it looks like a huge red curtain cut by a pair of scissors.

Daoxuan looked at this sword, his heart trembled, he felt like a knife was stabbing his heart suddenly, and he was almost out of breath.

His complexion changed drastically, he knew that it was not Chu Heng who was targeting him, but that the sharpness of the sword (bgfb) had already broken through the limit of the spirit world, even if he took a look at it, his mind could no longer bear it.

Thousands of ways, thousands of true methods, what are they worth under Chu Heng's sword?

The phantom of Xuanwu also seemed to feel fear, screamed miserably, and couldn't maintain its original appearance. Under this sword, it turned into pieces like it was made of paper.

In an instant, whether it is the sea of ​​blood or Xuanwu, it seems that it is all a dream, and there is no trace of it anymore.

Only the bare mountain top showed the fierce scene just now.

Only the figures of the 36 Nascent Soul stage monks vomiting blood and falling to the ground let everyone know how powerful Chu Heng's sword is!

Daoxuan seemed to have lost his fighting spirit under the fierce power of this sword.The eyes are absent, and the complexion is pale.

The hunting mountain wind could not blow away the depression in his heart.

The bright moon cannot illuminate the darkness in his eyes.

"Is that so?" Daoxuan sighed, it couldn't be lighter.

"Is the gap between me and you so far?"

Chu Heng looked at Daoxuan who seemed to have lost all energy, and couldn't speak for a while.

He can't say, sorry, he is too strong.

The corner of Daoxuan's mouth twitched into a miserable smile: "No wonder they said that being a contemporary of you is the tragedy of all monks..."

"Heaven, how unfair!"

As Daoxuan said, his stooped figure seemed to quietly stand up again.

"Heaven, how unfair!"

His voice was like a night owl, weeping blood.

The loose Taoist robe could no longer cover the hatred in his heart.

"You know, I wasn't willing to use the power of Zhuxian Sword before." The blood in Daoxuan's eyes became hot again.

Looking at Chu Heng, it seems that there are all kinds of self-deprecation and endless hatred in his heart, but he doesn't know who to hate.

"But, if I can't win this battle, I will lose everything." Daoxuan's voice was ethereal like the wind.

"I have already given up everything for the sake of victory, my school, my reputation, my belief..."

"How could I allow myself to not even win?"

As Daoxuan said, the bloody devilish energy surrounded him, and the expression on his face could no longer be seen.

But a disgusting aura suddenly appeared in front of Chu Heng.

Daoxuan's voice seemed to be murmuring, but it also seemed to be saying goodbye.

"In order to win, I give up myself, so what?"

Among the blood, a face suddenly appeared. .

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This is no longer Daoxuan's face, on the contrary, this face is full of confusion, ridicule, and bloodthirsty desire. (—)