A sharp sword light was like the first bloom of an epiphyllum, and the sword light was as fragile as glass and shattered.
"How can it be?"
The man's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at this scene in disbelief.
He is a whole level higher than Zuo Chongming, and the difference is more than just Yunni?
Zuo Chongming was just a warrior in the Star Realm, so how could he penetrate his desperate sword attack? Is this really reasonable?
"The twelfth level of the star realm..."
The man stared at Zuo Chongming with splitting eyes, the remaining contempt in his heart having long since dissipated without a trace.
clang…….
At the critical moment, the woman was able to activate her true energy, holding her dulcimer behind her back, and forcefully resisted Zuo Chongming's sharp sword.
However, what was beyond her expectation was that when the sword light was crushed by the sound wave, the debris in the sky shimmered like glass, and a trace of blood burst out from it.
"Damn it!"
The woman's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she hurriedly raised her long harp, trying to buy even a little bit of time.
But a scene that she couldn't understand appeared. She saw this slender streak of blood passing through the body of the piano like a phantom...
There was a biting coldness between the eyebrows. This coldness penetrated the skin and flesh, and passed through the skull cavity in an instant, but it did not leave even the slightest trace.
"this……"
The woman shuddered and then touched her eyebrows.
Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly felt her vision go dark, the sounds in her ears became more and more erratic, and her eyes were as heavy as a thousand-jin boulder.
"Dharma Realm?"
Zuo Chongming's vague voice sounded: "It's just a pile of useless ribs. How much water the barrel can hold has nothing to do with the longest wooden board."
"you……"
The woman tried to open her eyes wide and her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something.
But until her consciousness fell silent, she was unable to ask the questions in her heart. She did not understand until her death what method Zuo Chongming used to kill her.
Not only does she not understand, but neither does anyone else.
In the eyes of others, the woman's aura was still strong and the lingering true energy had not dissipated, but she was indeed... dead.
The man holding the knife stood frozen in mid-air, looking at this scene with cold sweat, and the word "horror" could not be expressed in his words: "What kind of magic is this?"
As a giant in the Dharma Realm, as a strong man at the top of the world.
The man can pat his chest and guarantee that in his hundreds of years of memory, such a strange scene has never occurred...
A veteran Dharma Realm expert was killed by an Astrology Realm warrior as easily as he killed a chicken.
This, this is too ridiculous.
If he hadn't seen this scene with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it even to death.
"Magic?"
Zuo Chongming came out of the air, put the woman's body into the spiritual ring, and looked at the man with pity: "A frog in a well looks at the sky, not knowing what to say."
Do you still remember what the laboratory once studied?
The soul is yin and the body is yang.
The reason why martial arts is trapped in the Dharma Realm is because Yin and Yang are at their limit.
It is necessary to raise the upper limit of Yin and bring Yin and Yang back into balance before further breakthroughs can be achieved.
Understand it from another perspective.
When a warrior in the Source Sea Realm understands the martial will and realm, his soul has completed the second sublimation.
Comparing just from the aspect of soul, this warrior is on the same level as the big guys in the Astrology Realm and Dharma Realm Realm. The only difference is accumulation.
The sword demon Duguhong once went to Fangcun Mountain and came into contact with the way of cultivating immortals in ancient times.
And when he was dying, he did cross the threshold with one foot, and his soul completed the third sublimation...
Moreover, Dugu Hong integrated his understanding of the sublimated soul and his understanding of the way of the sword into "Dugu Nine Swords".
What Zuo Chongming used just now was a move aimed directly at the soul.
Although theoretically speaking, although he has reached the consummation of the astrological realm, there is still a certain gap between him and the Dharma realm.
It's just that the difference in physical body and true energy is even greater, but in terms of soul it's very small.
The reason why he can kill the opponent with one sword is not only because of the sneak attack, but also mainly because of the blessing of the Immortal Killing Sword Formation.
As the leader of the formation, Zuo Chongming is equivalent to having a permanent state on his body, but these enemies who attack him have negative states on their bodies.
Under this situation, the gap in souls once narrowed to the level of half a catty.
In this situation, the subtlety of martial arts determines the strength of one's strength.
It turns out that the woman's skills were inferior to Dugu's Nine Swords, so she hiccupped.
"Thunder shakes the sky."
The loud shouts resounded in all directions, and the dragon's roar reached into the sky.
The wandering dragon came on the clouds with its head held high, and thunder shot out wherever it passed. In just a moment, it came to Zuo Chongming's head, spitting out a bright thunder column.
"seal up!"
Zuo Chongming raised his eyes slightly, and as his thoughts turned, the Immortal Killing Formation in his palm shone brightly.
The real energy rotates like a terrifying millstone, with endless rumbling and muffled sounds, and more than 18,000 silver stars around it shoot out dazzling brilliance.
In an instant, his whole body seemed to turn into a whirlpool, plundering the vitality of all the surrounding world in an extremely domineering way...
In just a split second.
By the time the thunder master reached three feet above Zuo Chongming's head, ninety-nine percent of it had collapsed, leaving only a pitiful electric flower as thin as a hair.
Snap~!
Zuo Chongming blew out the poor electric sparkle lightly and looked up at the other party casually.
There seemed to be a sword shadow flashing across his eyes, and then the space suddenly distorted, and a thin black line out of thin air split the thunder dragon and the warrior into two.
In an instant, another dharma image fell.
The man holding the knife, his eyes about to burst, suddenly rushed forward with the knife, and the Dharma appeared at will...
It's just that the Dharma Prime Minister's stature is obviously short, only a few dozen feet tall at best, far less terrifying than in the past when he was often hundreds or thousands of feet tall.
"Zaiyuan..."
Zuo Chongming raised his hand to greet the man, his fingers slightly clenched.
A vortex seemed to emerge from the palm of his hand, erupting with indescribable suction, frantically plundering the true energy emitted by the man holding the knife...
It can be clearly seen with the naked eye that his appearance is shrinking rapidly, and the golden light is scattered and fluttering, all of which are swallowed up by Zuo Chongming.
"Ahhhh..."
The man holding the knife felt unprecedentedly weak, and his true energy collapsed like a river bursting its embankment. In shock and rage, he roared angrily: "You monster, suffer death."
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The shadow of a sword burst out from Zuo Chongming's eyes, coming across space in front of the man, splitting the clutches and piercing his seven orifices without leaving any wounds.
However, the knife-wielding man felt as if he was struck by lightning, his decisive momentum came to an abrupt halt, and his eyes stared blankly ahead, like a puppet on strings.
Sword Shadow Step.
Zuo Chongming's figure flickered, and while dodging heavy attacks, a ghostly figure came to him.
Accompanied by the sound of Miao Miao chanting sutras, Sanskrit words condensed on his fingertips and landed on the man's eyebrows like a dragonfly's drop of water.
The first form of the Tathagata's palm, the Buddha's light first appeared.
When Zuo Chongming disappeared again, the man's figure suddenly shook violently, blood mist erupted from all seven orifices at the same time, and his head exploded into a bloody flower.
The third name is Dharma Realm, death.
Although the process seems long, only three breaths have passed from the death of the palace-dressed woman to the present.
However, in the time it took to take a breath, except for the fourteen Dharma Realm warriors, the rest of the people in the formation had no bones left.
"To break the formation, we must break the formation."
"Zuo Chongming relied on the cornerstone of the great road in his hands."
"We must take it away, otherwise we will never be his match under such oppression."
"He's there, chasing..."
The remaining fourteen people in the Dharma Realm were shocked and at the same time, they all noticed what Zuo Chongming was holding.
It was an object wrapped in brocade silk, exuding an obscure and mysterious aura, threatening death even to them.
Not long ago, Zuo Chongming also took out it and killed the Hydra...
This matter has long been known to the world through various channels such as video recordings and photographic stones. Everyone knows that the brocade and silk are the cornerstone of the great road.
Zuo Chongming's ability to exert such strength in the astrological realm is absolutely inseparable from the cornerstone of the avenue.
Whether it is to kill him or to break the formation, the first thing everyone should do is to take away the cornerstone of the avenue, otherwise the consequences...
Dang~!
The aftermath exploded with a bang, and the lingering buzzing sound lingered.
Zuo Chongming grunted, his sword-holding hand trembling slightly, and at the same time, he turned sharply and quickly distanced himself.
Although he blocked a sneak attack from one person and forced him back with the Zhuxian Sword Formation, he was unable to fight with four fists and was hit in the arm by another person.
If he hadn't used his true energy to condense the shield at the critical moment, which barely bought him time to adjust, this blow would have definitely broken off one of his arms.
When one person saw this, he was overjoyed and said: "Although he can exert elusive strength relying on the cornerstone of the avenue, he is still in the astrological realm after all..."
Before he finished speaking, the space around him suddenly split open.
The cold void wind struck, and the cracks were like jagged fangs, ferociously swallowing up his upper body.
The remaining dozen or so people watched this scene, feeling horrified. They rushed towards Zuo Chongming without hesitation, not giving him any chance.
Doppelgänger.
Zuo Chongming squinted his eyes, and with every step he took, a clone appeared. The Guhong Sword let go with a light sound, and shot towards the enemy.
At the same time, he stretched out his hand and held it empty, and the whistle was condensed in his palm, accompanied by the long cry of the phoenix, and the flaming phoenix shadow across the void.
"Mingxiaoshan..."
"He is indeed Ji Changyun!"
"Damn it, everyone in the world is being fooled by him."
"He has reached his limit, kill him!"
When everyone saw this scene, they showed expressions of ecstasy.
Zuo Chongming even took out his gun, proving that he had been pushed to the limit.
As his opponent, of course he was happy to see this scene.
However, before they could surround Zuo Chongming, they saw the sword light moving like a torrential downpour, and the dangerous aura forced them to scramble for cover.
In an instant, more than a dozen people were separated...
A phantom took this opportunity and punched the thin old man with a powerful fist.
Emperor Wu’s boxing can control mountains and rivers.
The majestic mountains and rivers are revealed, and the vast atmosphere blows towards your face.
Huanghuang's fist was brutal and domineering, sealing off this person's mediation space.
"Well done."
The skinny old man's face changed slightly, and he immediately threw out a chessboard, and black and white light burst out, blocking it in front of his fist.
Before he could react, golden lotuses suddenly appeared all around, and the phantoms of Buddhas walked out of them, drowning the old man in an instant...
"not good."
The rest of the people's pupils shrank, pretending to save others.
But to their surprise, Zuo Chongming had no intention of blocking him at all, and instead gave them a sarcastic smile.