The attacker is the central spirit of the three souls and seven spirits.

The most important spirit of the seven souls is also the lowest spirit among all souls, and the most unattended spirit that is not taken seriously by Honanji.

But it was this soul that cut off the wounded sword of Jeon Leeu.

You should know that Xianru and Ibaraki Fan, who is also a transcendent, have been hit for so long and have not been injured.

Although this is related to the degree of attention to the enemy and the failure to fight to the death, it is amazing to be able to hurt the transcendent at the level of a great swordsman.

That's right, the center is still in the realm of a great swordsman.

He did not share the realm of Tian Chong and Tian Hun, he cut this sword based on his own ability.

Honanji Masaru frowned, and her physical strength exploded, shocking the center back, but she did not pursue it. She just watched the center stagger and fell shakingly, using sword energy to control the boy and Guiqi to be beaten away by the Dharma as stepping footsteps, and finally stood firm in the air.

The central soul has not been able to fly to this day. It has inherited the name of Guan Gulado Junyan, but it has not wavered at all.

"This knife..."

Ibaraki hugged Ji You's head and squinted his eyes.

The boy Shuitun licked his lips, while Ibaraki Kasumi turned his gaze to the ancestor of the sword. As he advanced, he saw more things.

This knife clearly means "turning".

Although it is still a long way from mastering the mystery, the silent attack method is indeed very similar.

"No, that's just an appearance." Iinosa Nagashima Weizhai family shook their heads, "Ninaka's 'turn' pursues everything to be cut, the key is to kill everything, and everything is the same. Guan Junyan is different. He pays more attention to people. This is a sword specially prepared for the strong and for us."

"So that's it." Ibaraki nodded, "I can break through, thanks to him chopping me. It's good to cut another one."

The old man held back his emotions and looked away.

I would rather continue to bully the small with the big one than to argue with you? It’s like playing the piano with a cow.

Every Guan Junyan showed a different Tao? Every one is unusual, especially the knife just now? Idea is not unfamiliar with the old man? But few people regard it as the fundamental Tao.

Can this young man, who is only seventeen years old, do it?

As the old man was watching, he stepped on his feet with his double swords? He raised his body again, and Hong Ji in his hand was hit again.

Compared with "the power of God" and "the evil ghost"? Is it still mediocre? But it makes the principle of "unmoving like a mountain" look like retreating and not daring to take it head-on.

"Didn't you say you want to suppress me? That's it?" The center took a leisurely breath and put a knife on his back.

"I underestimate you."

Xianru was also breathing, as if he was about to exhale the depression in his chest in one mouthful.

Then? He made a decision.

I thought Guan Junyan was the weakest? He planned to stay. Now it seems that dogs that can bite people often do not bark.

First, we will solve him, and the two left behind are, whether they are pagans or demons? We have a way to save ourselves.

It was as if you raised your palm and pushed it out from afar to the center.

"it's useless."

Another slash from the center? The palm power that was surging and even the sword saint was unable to stop was exhausted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After one knife, two more knifes.

It's not a knife in your hand, but a double knife under your feet.

Take the head with one knife? Kill the heart with one knife.

Shown if there is no hard block? Dodge.

Instead of wasting power on meaningless confrontation? It’s better to concentrate and kill the body.

Anyway, he has no foothold and is easier to hit.

However, before he could put his ideas into practice, the holy light and ghost aura suddenly surged behind him.

The overwhelmed angel stood up again and filled his old fist to the Dharma Image's head.

The evil ghost in the bull head suddenly rose up, holding the two swords that were dodged by Xianru, plunged into the Pure Land, stepped on the void, and continued to attack with the runner taking over.

It fell back to the center of the ground and wiped the corner of its mouth.

The red girl in her hand trembled, as if she wanted to reappear, but was pressed by the center. She held a knife in one hand and led her to the other hand, posing in a strange position.

An indescribable aura of desolation spreads outwards. Once the scenery in another world becomes blurred immediately and may disappear at any time, and the center itself becomes distorted.

"This is--"

The Ibaraki fan finally came back to its taste.

"Kid Guan——"

Without giving her the chance to finish her words, the center is guided by the knife, allowing the distorted surface to expand instantly, rise all the way and go straight to the high altitude.

Above the sky is where the Pure Land is.

The fairy music was bursting with solemn and brilliant virtual images, and immediately lost their true meaning, leaving only an illusion like a mirage, and the threat was greatly reduced.

Without the suppression of the Buddha's kingdom, the power of angels and evil ghosts was completely restored.

One does not talk about martial ethics, the other does not know what martial ethics are at all, and they are pursuing their respective goals and are pursuing them relentlessly.

The center coughed and called out softly: "Red."

Hong Ji, who regained some spiritual power through fighting skills, immediately released red silk threads and paved a way to reach the sky. She carried one-tenth of her father ascended the heights step by step and returned to the battlefield between the Niu-headed Ghost and Honan-ji Xiru.

At this time, Xianru used the same trick again, relying on his high realm, strong strength and many magic weapons, he destroyed the evil ghost in the shackles.

Unfortunately, when the center came, the imprisonment was immediately broken after a single knife was released.

"Heavenly, you are so brave." Xianru said, not only as if he was a Buddhist lion, but also as a question to Guan Junyan.

"I can't compare to my seniors. I'm so arrogant. I can only think of ways elsewhere."

The central expression is shallow, and the body is even lighter. Unfortunately, it is not white clothes, otherwise there would be a sword coming from the west and flying immortals from the sky.

"If the senior wants to continue to put on airs, the juniors can only be bolder."

This sentence is somewhat ridiculous, but it is not a difficult thing for the monk who plays power.

"What are you going to do?"

"One stops on both roads, go back to their own houses, and look for them-I forgot that you and I are both lonely people without fathers and horses."

Either intentionally funny or deliberately cursing people.

"Or continue fighting, and everyone will live and die in a way of destiny."

"Ask me the terms, do you have this capital?"

Xianru raised his hands, and the robes that had been torn off before actually floated up again, covering the evil ghosts with their heads and faces.

“Of course there is.”

Guan Junyan handed the right knife to his left hand, and the least sharp ninja knife Hong Ji Kong swung it, twisting and spreading, breaking the cassock that was obviously not an ordinary person.

"It's my unusual way. I didn't want it to be known so quickly. I'm ready to damage my soul, but you have repeatedly forced each other and I can only give in. How much does it feel to be slapped in the face by a mortal who is not a transcendent? How many years have you not experienced it?"

"Cooking oil in a fire, I want to see how many minutes you can last?" Honganji Masaru said.

It turns out that the cough in the center and the feeling of snow-whiteness and ethereality that it gives people are not just feelings, but manifestations of weakness, like a pale patient lying on the hospital bed.

"At least three minutes, it is definitely not enough to take away the life of my senior. I have never thought so. The monk of Quan has practiced for hundreds of years. If I could easily kill this little Taoist practice, I would not be able to rest in peace even if I die. But I am 50% sure that at the cost of our three souls being dispersed, we will destroy your transcendent realm."

Go up the house and pull out the ladders and remove the foundation of people. This is the avenue that the center walks.

Integrated cuisine shop, I know that there are transcendents to spy on it and have a vague thought.

When Luo Cuilian was placed at the bottom of the sea, he grabbed the thread slightly.

When I go to fool the motherland, a sudden enlightenment suddenly appears and I try it out.

In the end, it is inherited by the center when the soul is divided.

Because the center is the most suitable.

As we all know, there are only two ways to deal with strong enemies, strengthen yourself and weaken your enemies.

However, due to the existence of the realm, it is extremely difficult to weaken the high realm at a low level. Even if it is weakened, it is still stronger than you. If you cannot defeat it, it will not be defeated unless it is powered by external forces that can break the barriers, such as coercion and threats to seize weaknesses, or poisoning and sensation.

These are tactics, not the fundamental way that can be sublimated and transcend.

Therefore, in conventional cognition, if you want to kill a strong man at the top, you must stand high enough, at least not too far away, otherwise you will not even touch him, so how can you talk about pulling down?

Of course, there is another way to do it, not to be arrogant and just start to take action.

It doesn’t matter if I am not as tall as you. I have your footrests at the same height as me. I just need to remove them.

When the stepping stones are removed, we will be the same height and I can kill you - this is also the path Guan Junyan chose.

Luo Cuilian's evaluation at that time was actually not accurate enough. It was not "pulling people and you into the mud pit to roll together", but "forcing the enemy to fall into the mud pit to roll together".

It's easy to say, but extremely difficult to do.

First of all, practicing climbing a high is like climbing a mountain. How difficult is it to dig a mountain and move a mountain?
To be continued...