Ye Chuxiao's knife not only cut through life and death, but also made the originally chaotic good and evil appear clear and clear in Zong He's heart in an instant.
All the shameful things he had done in the past surged into his heart at this moment, tortured his soul.
This duel has gradually shifted from a superficial sword duel to a competition in spiritual practice.
At this time, Zong He could only rely on his instinct to swing his sword to stop Ye Chuxiao from approaching.
In an instant, the swords danced like fire, sweeping through the area densely. From an outsider's perspective, they would only think that Zong He had launched his ultimate move and planned to take advantage of the situation to suppress Ye Chuxiao.
Therefore, after reaching a certain level and realm, it is difficult to judge with the naked eye the strength and weakness of a fight, as well as the comparison between high and low.
In the entire martial arts arena No. 11, there were no more than five monks who could clearly see the real advantages and disadvantages of Ye Chuxiao and Zong He at this time.
Ye Chuxiao's Yuanyang sword rose into the sky carrying the thunder that cut through life and death. The sword was fierce and fierce, mixed with unparalleled power of judgment.
The seemingly powerful whirlwind of flames also appeared messy and disordered in front of this sword that seemed to be the supreme and impartial judgment.
"Disperse!"
Ye Chuxiao chuckled softly.
Then he saw the fire all over the sky, only to dissipate in an instant.
In an instant, the arc of thunder and the wild curls of flames alternated with each other, forming a violent conflict of light and shadow.
After a moment that was as gorgeous as fireworks, thunder and flames all cleared the sky.
At this moment, the people watching the battle suddenly realized that it was Zong He who was at a disadvantage.
Although this conclusion is not surprising, it is quite different from what they saw with the naked eye before.
Some Wen family monks were sitting among the audience, holding photo stones, recording Ye Chuxiao's battle as usual.
"Record, the target seems to have made a new breakthrough. It is suspected that it has touched the boundary of the Wisdom Realm. It is recommended to close the net as soon as possible." The Wen family monk holding the shadow stone said to the shadow stone in a low voice in a secret language.
At this time, Zong He finally no longer insisted on just using martial arts techniques.
Huge wings of fire suddenly unfolded behind him, and terrifying whirlwinds also lingered around him.
Wind and fire come together to form a feast of wind and fire.
The originally red flames gradually turned into a blue-purple color when blown by the strong wind.
The sharply soaring high temperature not only scorched and whipped the ground, but also caused the surrounding temperature to suddenly begin to stretch violently.
At this time, the monks sitting in the front row of the spectator seats suffered another disaster.
If you don't have enough cultivation, you can only move back honestly.
Otherwise, I'm afraid they will be roasted into mummies by the aftermath of the high temperature.
Zong He compromised, he used magic instead of just relying on martial arts.
But he was still full of desire to win this battle.
The inner turmoil did not completely affect the methods he used externally.
He was not a three-year-old child, so he could not have experienced huge fluctuations in his heart and immediately lost all abilities and knelt down crying.
Zong He started to use spells, but Ye Chuxiao remained stubborn.
The Yuanyang sword in his hand has a clear sound, and its spirituality seems to have become more abundant and obvious under the guidance of Ye Chuxiao.
The wind and fire formed a huge whirlpool and quickly surrounded Ye Chuxiao.
In the center of the deep vortex, the extremely high temperature seemed to tear through the defenses on Ye Chuxiao's body and completely melt it.
Strike straight with the sword!
The sword carried the aftertaste of the judgment sword and cut straight into the vortex.
The extremely violent air flow exploded with a bang.
The scattered air waves turned into terrifying wind pressure and spread in all directions.
A defensive formation was raised on the performance stage to block the aftermath of the battle.
However, the emergence of the formation means that this battle is best ended within five minutes.
After all, maintaining any formation requires energy.
A free martial arts arena cannot provide long-term formation protection.
If Ye Chuxiao and Zong He insist on continuing to fight, then all losses after the battle will be borne by the loser... Unless the loser is dead, then the winner will pay.
The knife tore through the strong wind and flames, and Ye Chuxiao did not give Zong He the chance to shake his spiritual roots and draw more energy from heaven and earth into spells.
The methods of martial arts cultivators are tough, and their firepower is stronger than any other cultivator, but the forward movement time is relatively long, and there is not much advantage in close combat or close combat.
At this time, Zong He, under the pressure of Ye Chuxiao, was at the end of his rope.
At this time, facing Ye Chuxiao's sword light coming toward his face, the past years flashed in his mind like a comic strip.
The pride, regret, joy, and guilt are all condensed into an abundant but decisive spiritual force that penetrates all the accumulation.
It's like glass being smashed by a stone.
It's like ice being broken by an iron rod.
It was like a bright red dot suddenly appeared on the paper covered with messy black lines.
At this moment, at this moment, Zong He's mind took a slight step forward.
It was this step that allowed him to enter the realm of wisdom. All the accumulation, thoughts and thoughts were integrated at this moment.
As far as the spiritual realm is concerned, he is undoubtedly in the realm of wisdom.
It's just that the physical body, means, energy accumulation, etc. are still stuck under the realm of wisdom and need to rely on time to transform.
But no matter what, his level at this time was already a head above Ye Chuxiao.
Facing Ye Chuxiao's sword attack, Zong He's eyes were calm and he fought back with a backhand sword.
The sword seemed to be ordinary, but after it was taken, it became as majestic as the sun in the clear sky, shining brightly and fiercely, which could not be looked directly at and irresistible.
This aura went straight to the stars, affecting subtle changes in the celestial phenomena.
Some people looked up in a daze, as if they saw a second round of scorching sun hanging high in the sky.
"It's fake! Zong He actually broke through before the battle!"
"Isn't this a plot that only appears in story books?" Someone guessed the truth and exclaimed.
They couldn't believe that this scene of a direct breakthrough in a fierce battle was actually happening right in front of their eyes.
Although the monks in the Wild Dou Realm are aggressive and mostly rely on fighting to quickly improve their cultivation, they rarely make breakthroughs on the spot.
Most of them are accumulated through battles, and then in the subsequent summary, they can keenly grasp the direction and successfully break the mirror.
Facing Zong He's first move and successfully breaking the mirror, Ye Chuxiao was not surprised but overjoyed.
Therefore, Zong He has become a more 'suitable' opponent for him.
A monk who has the realm of wisdom but no foundation of wisdom makes the actual gap between them not that big.
For Ye Chuxiao, there is nothing better than fighting against such a Hui Realm monk.
Zong He is like his mirror.
At this time, Ye Chuxiao intuitively felt that he was only one step away from opening the door.
He didn't have time to think about the difference.
As long as you keep fighting, the results will appear naturally.
At this time, Zong He returned to the use of sword skills. The light of the sword seemed to turn into a scorching sun. It was no longer the aggressive but restless state before. The force of his sword was extremely heavy, causing the airflow to collapse. In front of the blade, a
The vortexes of air flow were rotating, tearing Ye Chuxiao's figure apart, blocking Ye Chuxiao's avoidance space.
At this time, Ye Chuxiao could only rely on his strong physical foundation and other means to forcefully attack the air vortex and passively avoid Zong He's powerful blade.
Even so, when Zong He's sword fell in front of Ye Chuxiao, Ye Chuxiao could only passively parry.
If Yuanyang's sword hadn't been hard and powerful, it would have been vaporized by Zong He's powerful edge upon collision.
Even so, the original bright brilliance of the Yuanyang sword now seemed a bit dim.
This time, Ye Chuxiao was forced to a dead end.
But stepping on this desperate situation, Ye Chuxiao's eyes became brighter and brighter.
The air of death continued to spread around him.
The strong aura of death was accompanying him.
The first sword of longevity that has never been wielded is, driven by an instinctive demonic nature, moving towards the second sword that has not yet been mastered.
The closer you are to death, the closer you are to immortality!
This seems like a vicious spell.
The longevity knife...or the death knife?
At this moment, Ye Chuxiao had no time to think more carefully.
In a daze, in Ye Chuxiao's eyes, the bleak death aura added infinite vitality in vain.
The darkness of death and the verdant green of life merged together, glowing with an indefinable purple light.
This purple...is like the rhythm of the Tao of creation.
"Life and death share the same color!"
Ye Chuxiao swung the second sword of longevity.
This knife is the knife that can reverse life and death.
The boundless aura of death was split into infinite life under the action of this knife.
The closer you are to death, the closer you are to immortality!
Zong He, who was holding a long sword as if he was wielding the sun, was also forced back by Ye Chuxiao's sudden attack of the sword.
Afterwards, he had to swing his sword quickly, shining more light like the scorching sun, in order to barely resist the attack from Life and Death.
However, the more confident Zong He is in resisting and fighting back, the more risks and crises he faces become more intense.
Life and death share the same color, which refers to not only Ye Chuxiao, the one who wields the sword, but also Zong He, the person facing him.
At Ye Chuxiao, death can be transformed into life, but at Zong He's place, all life is filled with the intention of death.
It was like a strange circle that completely enveloped the two of them.
And in this shroud, Ye Chuxiao did not stop making progress, nor did he stop transforming.
This sword of the same color as life and death was transformed into the 'water' style of the sword master's nine styles by Ye Chuxiao.
The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky!
The same color of sky and water may not be better than the same color of life and death, but when water reflects the sky, it has the power of heaven.
Life and death are just a part of the cycle of heaven.
Ye Chuxiao cannot directly incorporate the way of heaven into his sword skills, but he can use water as a mirror to reflect the light of the sky, making the sky and water the same color.
When Ye Chuxiao understood this second sword, his realm naturally broke through.
Following Zong He, he also achieved the feat of breaking through before the battle.
When this new-born sword fell completely.
Facing this knife that seems to be spread out on the vast lake, but reflects the ever-changing color of the sky, the sun in Zong He's knife can only be reduced to a silhouette in the same color of the sky and water.
"Xiao Ye also made a breakthrough!"
"This is crazy! In a duel, both of them broke through on the spot. When did it become so casual to break through on the spot?" Someone asked jealously.
But their doubts could not affect the entire battle and enter the final climax.
Buzz...!
This is the sound made when blades are clashing with each other.
When the two swords vibrating at extremely high frequencies collided, the sound emitted rang out at a sound frequency that was difficult for ordinary human ears to detect at first, and then continued to grow louder, and finally became extremely harsh.
At this point, no spectators dared to sit in the front row and watch the competition.
They all retreated four rows back, and each set up their own defenses to resist the invasion of the aftermath of the battle.
And what they endured was already weakened by the protective formation.
The sword light was staggered, and the sword in Zong He's hand shattered on the ground.
What he holds is never the real scorching sun.
And this false scorching sun finally turned into the water reflecting the skylight.
Zong He looked at his blood-covered palms, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but he did not look discouraged.
"You win, thank you for showing mercy!" Zong He said.
Ye Chuxiao said: "Thank you, I didn't really mess you up with the knife I used to judge your heart. This either means that you are determined in your heart. Even if you have done countless evil things, you still have no worries. You are a real big man."
Devil, it either means that you have very little guilt in your heart, I am more inclined to the latter, so you don’t deserve to die.”
Zong He heard this and nodded: "Ba Dao... Ba Dao! This title does not suit you."
"The Heavenly Sword asks the heart, and the color of the water reflects the sky! You should be called the Heavenly Sword."
"No matter what happens, today's battle is hearty and hearty, and you and I have gained a lot." Ye Chuxiao said as she put away the knife.
Zong He glanced around and then said: "Someone asked me to challenge you, but... it was my decision to come and fight you."
Ye Chuxiao nodded and said: "I know that I am a thorn in others' eyes, but I still know myself."
Ye Chuxiao then added in his heart: "After today, they may not be able to bear it anymore!"
When he was in the state of wisdom, Ye Chuxiao was a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the Wen family, but after all, it was not a serious problem and it was not worth spending too much energy, let alone delaying the Wen family's great reputation.
That's why the Wen family deliberately guided and even invited some leftist monks to invite Ye Chuxiao to fight, with the intention of letting Ye Chuxiao die in the ring.
But now, Ye Chuxiao has broken into the realm of wisdom, and is only one major realm away from the ordinary top-level spiritual realm monks.
For the Wen family, this is definitely no longer a mere 'little thief', but a serious problem.
"Forget it! The first crop of 'fruit' will be harvested today!"
“I originally wanted to wait a few more days!”
"I just hope that the people arranged by the Wen family will not waste my early harvest." Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.
Zong He was defeated, but he achieved his goal and successfully advanced to the realm of wisdom.
Without being polite to Ye Chuxiao, he walked away directly.
Ye Chuxiao, on the other hand, said goodbye to his enthusiastic fans and fans, and returned to the small courtyard.
In the small courtyard, amid the increasingly complicated and cumbersome formation blockades, invisible energy light locks hung one figure after another upside down.
Taking a closer look, there were at least twenty or thirty people.
Some of them were evil monks that Ye Chuxiao defeated head-on in the ring, and some were evildoers that Ye Chuxiao secretly captured.
Now they are all imprisoned here by Ye Chuxiao, who planted the Taoist charm and taught them the secret technique of climbing the tower.