348: The sea of blood is raging, I would rather die than enter.
Although Feng Qianxue has entered a state of selflessness and instinct overwhelms consciousness, her sensitivity to combat has reached its extreme.
Before the sword light lotus could be gathered, he sheathed his sword and retreated. He suddenly retreated and waved his sleeves to throw out hundreds of silver moon-like sword lights.
Pulsing and rustling…….
Zuo Chongming raised his eyes slightly, but he didn't see any movement. The black lotus dispersed the net with the wind, blocking all the sword lights in the sky and annihilating them.
Immediately afterwards, everyone's heart suddenly sank and breathing became more difficult.
They could clearly feel that their eyes, souls... and even the organs all over their bodies were wailing.
This is a feeling that is weirder and more horrifying than Feng Qianxue's selfless way.
If I had to describe it, they were like helpless moths, knowing that they would die if they pounced on Zuo Chongming's flame, but they couldn't help themselves at all.
Boom, boom boom!!
Thunder resounded across the sky, and the reverberation shattered the clouds.
As Zuo Chongming's fist slowly pressed out, the magnificent and splendid mountains and rivers were revealed in front of everyone, filling their field of vision.
Honest, strong, and arrogant...
Everyone felt the overwhelming domineering power from this punch.
But when they faced this punch, the trembling from their souls was far greater than the anger.
Dang~!
The melodious sword chant resounded in all directions.
"My only way..."
Feng Qianxue's indifferent face showed emotions for the first time, and the word solemn appeared unabashedly: "Qianshan Snow..."
The temperature in Taiyuan College dropped sharply, and in the blink of an eye, it went from scorching summer to cold winter.
The howling cold wind blows in the face, penetrating into the bone marrow like an ice knife, mixed with the fine and sharp sword light and drifting snow, shaking the beautiful mountains and rivers hard.
Welcome Buddha to the West.
The misty Buddha's voice came in the vastness, Zuo Chongming tore through the blizzard, and tens of thousands of words appeared in his palm, brazenly pressing against Feng Qianxue's heavenly spirit.
Break the sky.
Feng Qianxue raised her head indifferently and looked at the approaching palm print quietly. She turned the sword in her hand upwards and slashed out a slender beam of sword light.
Zuo Chongming felt the crisis, so he used the Sword Shadow Step without even thinking. His body transformed into a sword rainbow and he instantly retreated. Gu Hong unsheathed himself and stood in front of him.
It seems like network delay and frame rate lag.
It wasn't until the distance between the two of them was widened and they stood firm, that the huge arena suddenly shook.
Thin lines of silver light suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the sharp aura seemed to be able to tear apart the space.
Thick palm prints overlap one after another, and their powerful momentum is like suppressing mountains and rivers.
The arena rumbled and trembled continuously, making painful groans. The center suddenly began to collapse, and thick dust and dust spread violently with the aftermath...
"Buzz~!!"
The rich golden light tore through the smoke and dust, and everyone's hearts trembled.
Accompanied by the sound of the thunder dragon roaring, ten thousand Buddhas chanting sutras and chanting, and the six-way treasure wheel hanging in the sky, a vague human figure stood proudly in the field.
After just one glance from a distance, everyone could no longer take their eyes away. They felt a sense of worship in their bodies and minds, and a feeling of fear from within.
On the other side of the arena, a freezing cold wind blew, heavy snow fell suddenly, and a thin figure, as tall as a pine tree, appeared.
Being exposed to the cold wind of a blizzard, the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow made everyone look sluggish, their consciousness stagnant, their eyes in a trance, and they looked like puppets.
The vision is revealed, and the sky and the earth are pale.
The huge capital city was shaken, and it looked in the direction of Taiyuan University in inexplicable horror.
What's more, he could no longer restrain his eagerness and set off for Taiyuan University.
Martial arts will, this is martial arts will.
Which monster in Taiyuan University can actually understand the will of martial arts? And the fire is so profound.
"Zuo Chongming..."
Emperor Wu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from his bed. His wrinkled face was filled with unspeakable shock: "You actually..."
"This breath..."
Zuo Zonghe, who was hiding somewhere in the capital and lingering on his last breath, stared blankly into the distance: "It's you, Zuo Chongming!!"
"It's him!"
Hu Yingying suddenly stood up, with unspeakable resentment and horror in her eyes: "This aura is definitely him..."
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"Watch it."
Zuo Chongming narrowed his eyes, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and said softly: "Feng Qianxue, this is the real Jianyi."
Feng Qianxue's expression was dull, and her only reaction was to raise her head and tighten her grip on the sword in her hand.
The howling cold wind blew by, and the blizzard surrounding him became thicker, making his figure looming.
The next moment, it was dark.
Dark and gloomy, the billowing river of swords as thick as black ink crashed in with the force of galaxies pouring down, swallowing up half of the arena crazily.
No, that's not right.
This is clearly a monstrous mass of blood, endless corpses, and billions of remnant souls.
Too many people died, too many to count, and the red color turned into black...
Even if you are far away and only look at it with your naked eyes, you can still feel the unparalleled, soul-shaking impact and oppression.
Not only Liu Fu, but also the old man in gray who acted as the referee subconsciously opened his eyes wide and looked at this scene in disbelief.
"not good!"
The faces of Shen Xingjian and others changed greatly. They could no longer suppress their fear and shouted anxiously at the stunned students: "Run, run quickly..."
However, before their words could be finished, or even before they could reach the ears of the students, these people were swallowed up by the sword river.
"snort!"
The old man in gray clothes reacted, snorted and raised his hand to grab it.
The purple-green true energy erupted instantly, sweeping across the surroundings like a sky curtain, blocking the Jianhe River in the blink of an eye.
But what frightened him inexplicably was that the evil contained in the sword river was so terrifying that even his sanity was almost affected.
"Sword One."
A hoarse and low roar sounded without warning.
But in the long river of ink, a white silk thread suddenly appeared.
Although the white light was slender and weak, it was surprisingly tenacious. It tore open the sword river and went upstream, heading straight for the other end of the arena.
If there is an expert in swordsmanship here, he will definitely be able to see that the sword used by Feng Qianxue contains some shadow of Zuo Chongming.
He is imitating, no, I should say Feng Qianxue's selfless way, and instinctively learning the enemy's swordsmanship.
Ten feet, five feet, three feet... The sword light was as powerful as breaking bamboo.
One foot, three feet, one foot...the sword light is sharp and sharp.
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All the strange phenomena dissipated with the wind, leaving a bottomless, straight and sharp chasm where the arena originally was.
At this time, Feng Qianxue was no longer as free and unrestrained as before, her heart had been pierced by Gu Hong, and the tip of the sword was close to her heart.
His whole body was covered with tiny wounds, and the dripping blood almost turned him into a bloody man. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were ragged, making him look like a beggar.
He held the sword in both hands and stabbed forward, with the tip of the sword less than half an inch away from Zuo Chongming.
But it was such a small distance, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't overcome it. The tip of the sword buzzed and trembled, but he couldn't advance even half an inch further.
Feng Qianxue's indifferent eyes were gradually replaced by clarity, her lips trembled, and she made a hoarse voice: "Why, why?"
"because……"
Zuo Chongming slowly drew his sword, flicked the sword's spine with his fingers, and let out a long, soft moan.
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Qianxue's pupils suddenly shrank, the sword in his hand hummed softly, and the sword light suddenly shot out.
If you observe carefully, you should be able to find that at the tip of Feng Qianxue's sword, the glow of the sword is faintly lavender.
But the true essence used by Feng Qianxue just now tends to be pure white. The pure white color cannot be related to purple in any case.
Unfortunately, this scene happened too suddenly and too quickly.
Not to mention those students from Taiyuan Academy, even Shen Xingjian and others who were more advanced in cultivation did not notice this change.
When the sound of the war sword resounded, Nan Yu's expression turned gloomy and she subconsciously looked at the old man in gray.
"it is as expected."
Shen Xingjian and other old masters from the Taiyuan Academy looked away in disappointment and couldn't bear to read any more.
Although they did not observe the details just now, they had foreseen this scene earlier.
No one thought Zuo Chongming could survive.
After all, judging from the momentum of the gray-clothed old man's previous attack, he is a proper old monster in the Dharma Realm.
No matter how brilliant Zuo Chongming is, he is just a little guy who has just stepped into the Origin Sea Realm, and is completely one Astrological Realm away from the Dharma Realm Realm.
It is no exaggeration to say that if the old man in gray clothes moved his fingers and made a random move, Zuo Chongming would not be able to withstand it. The gap was too huge.
However, what everyone did not expect, let alone dare to think about, was...
Seeing that the sword light could penetrate Zuo Chongming's eyebrows and take away his life, at this critical moment, the war sword suddenly burst into mourning.
"What...poof!!"
Feng Qianxue's hands trembled and she retreated involuntarily, spurting blood.
Even so, he seemed not to feel any pain and stared blankly at Zuo Chongming, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Buzz, buzz~~!
The war sword was pressed against Zuo Chongming's eyebrows, whining and trembling incessantly. The sword's light had already scratched his skin, but it did not penetrate any further.
It was as if... the war sword itself was resisting. It didn't want to continue stabbing Zuo Chongming to death.
"this……"
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
This strange and unexpected phenomenon was truly beyond their scope of knowledge.
"Magic weapon!"
Suddenly, Nan Yu shouted out loud: "This is a magic weapon, and the magic weapon has a spirit..."
Divine weapon?
The gray-clothed old man's face was as dark as water. He knew very well that these words were pure nonsense.
Feng Qianxue's war sword may be comparable to a magic weapon in terms of quality, but it is not a true magic weapon.
Because true magic weapons cannot be created, they can only be raised by strong men.
Even the Guhong Sword forged by Divine Sword Villa for Dugu Hong was like this at the beginning. Without Dugu Hong's cultivation, it would be impossible to become a divine weapon.
The strange thing is...
The old man in gray clothes indeed felt a strong sense of resistance from this sword.
This feeling is very strange. It's not that it doesn't want to be driven by the old man, but it simply doesn't want to stab Zuo Chongming.
Like, like facing the Emperor Wu?
Yes, that’s what it feels like!!
Wait, could it be...?
An idea flashed in the old man's mind, and he seemed to have thought of something. His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Zuo Chongming in disbelief.
No, this is impossible!
He shook his head subconsciously, suppressing the absurdity in his heart, and quietly poured in more true energy.
However…….
At this moment, shrill moans echoed throughout the surroundings.
However, he saw the war sword pressed against Zuo Chongming's eyebrows, buzzing and trembling violently, and then suddenly shattered and disintegrated in front of everyone's eyes...