As Guan Yu's vast voice seemed to resound throughout the world, it fell.
Maicheng was hundreds of miles away, and instantly fell into absolute silence that could hear a pin drop.
The originally shining green patches in the sky turned into countless streams of light with the sword of the Martial Saint in the sky, and fell directly down.
"This is..."
As Lu Yi condensed his consciousness, he looked into the sky.
I just feel that the green light raining down like a torrential rain from above contains some kind of human truth that cannot be described in words.
"With the power of the Martial Saint, if he were to take action...it would be easy to move mountains and seas."
"Why does Guan Yu's sword only use the intention of the sword?"
A sudden doubt popped up in my mind.
The light rain pouring down from the sky has been directly sprinkled into the surrounding Jiangdong camp.
Just like the silent spring rain that moistens things, it continues with the green rain.
In the Jiangdong Camp, which was originally silent, countless heart-rending screams and cries suddenly sounded.
Not far away, Lu Xun, who was wearing a snow-white cloak, looked up with an ashen complexion.
Beside him, there were countless generals from Jiangdong with heavy armor and green robes, their expressions were solemn and somewhat at a loss.
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The green rain falling continuously from the sky is the sword of artistic conception wielded by Wu Sheng.
This group of people are almost all martial arts masters.
Although the Martial Saint's intention is fierce and terrifying, he can barely suppress it.
But how could a camp full of millions of soldiers survive Guan Yu's sword?
As the sound got louder and louder nearby, more and more intense screams continued to sound.
Lu Xun stared at the shadow of Guan Yu in the sky, which looked like a majestic god, and gritted his teeth and said word by word:
"This sword is the sword of artistic conception... it cuts straight to the root of the heart."
"As long as there is still a trace of imperfection in the heart, the sword will penetrate into the heart... and cut into the soul!"
"This sword, why was he able to cut it with this sword?"
With Lu Xun's voice, he came out.
Countless beads of sweat appeared on his pale face.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "puff" and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Nowadays, immortals and Buddhas are hiding in hiding, and their magical powers are not revealed!"
"The aura of the world is extremely exhausted!"
"This knife, this knife should not be done at all!
”
The words are full of unspeakable regret and unwillingness.
"A knife that shouldn't have appeared..."
Listening to the extremely unwilling voice of my boss.
Even if Lu Yi didn't understand the current "Three Kingdoms Past" that was gradually becoming more and more deviant, he still had a vague understanding of it in his heart.
Exhaustion of spiritual energy may not harm mortals, and may even be a good thing.
But for warriors, Qi practitioners... and even the countless monsters and monsters between heaven and earth.
No less than a horrific world-ending disaster.
The higher the realm, the more terrifying the side effects of spiritual energy exhaustion will be.
If they are just ordinary warriors and Qi refiners, they will just lose the true spiritual power in their bodies and become mortals.
But in more advanced realms, the side effects caused by spiritual energy exhaustion are not so simple.
Not to mention too many, just the countless acupoints and spiritual roots in the body that are all open.
At this time, it will turn into countless life-threatening talismans.
The martial sage Guan Yu had previously remained motionless in Maicheng, allowing Lu Xun's army to besiege the city.
I'm afraid it's not that I don't want to move, but... I can't move at all.
"This world has lost the foundation for the Martial Saint's body to exist!"
"How can a fish swim out of water?"
With many thoughts turning in Lu Yi's mind.
As he glanced with his spiritual mind, almost no one was standing in the camp.
The milder ones are just kneeling on the ground and crying loudly, vomiting blood constantly in the mouth.
The heavier ones, at this time, even the seven orifices were bleeding out with black blood, and even a pair of moves exploded.
In addition, countless screams, perhaps frightened and frightened, also continued to reach Lu Yi's ears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Dad...Mother, the child is unfilial! The child is unfilial!"
"Don't blame me... don't blame me... Who made him refuse to share more with me! Don't blame me... ah!
”
"Being a soldier is just for food. What's wrong with me protecting myself on the battlefield...Pfft..."
As countless soldiers screamed and cursed, they continued to hear.
The qi and blood that were originally so strong in many people began to decline.
The heart is the foundation of the body.
These people have already been deeply hurt by the sword of Martial Saint Guan Yu...
Not to mention those soldiers who had too many flaws in their hearts and were killed directly.
Even those who are lucky enough to survive will have to live under the shadow of this knife for the rest of their lives.
"Suppress the world in your own way!"
"This is the path of the Martial Saint, the path of the True King?"
He raised his head and took another look at the shadow of Guan Yu standing proudly in the sky.
Even though Lu Yi is just a twisted and uncertain dark chaos at this time.
My heart felt as if it was suddenly burning hot.
"The Immortal caressed my head, and my hair was tied and I received eternal life!"
"I have the Hubian Encyclopedia in my hand, the body of a martial saint, the realm of a true king... nothing will be difficult for me!"
"Given time, I will... truly become a giant that can support the sky!"
"Instead of relying on the power of the system and pretending to be gods and ghosts!"
As Lu Yi's heart surged with burning thoughts.
The seemingly endless green light all around gradually became sparse.
At the end, even the shadow of Guan Yu in the sky began to slowly become dull.
"Is it time?"
Looking at the increasingly dim shadow of Guan Yu in the sky.
Lu Yi sighed in his heart, knowing that...this is Lord Wu, and the time has finally come.
"It seems that even if my chaos blocks the so-called eyes of heaven and earth, the body of the Martial Saint... cannot continue to exist in this world."
……
……
At the same time, there was also silence in Maicheng.
Liang Shigu looked directly at the 'Martial Saint' who was hiding in front of him, and he couldn't say a word at all.
That shocking blow just now.
Not to mention the countless soldiers of different surnames in the city, even Liang Shigu felt clear about himself.
It was inevitable that the true meaning of the Martial Saint contained in that sword would have hurt the very foundation of their soul.
Vaguely, Liang Shigu even understood.
If he cannot cultivate to a state like the martial sage Guan Yu.
This injury will stay with him for the rest of his life... and he will never be able to recover.
"Cultivation to the realm of martial saint?"
I smiled bitterly in my heart.
Liang Shigu has no hope at all for this matter.
Even if it was regarded as an ancient book that the ancients were talking about in their dreams.
Martial arts and spiritual practice are both as difficult as reaching heaven.
"It is difficult for everyone to practice cultivation..."
Liang Shigu is in mourning.
Guan Yu, who had most of his body petrified, lowered his head slightly.
The slanted red phoenix eyes slowly swept over his body, and finally landed on Guan Ping, who had tears in his eyes. It seemed that he still had something to say.
But just when he opened his mouth to speak.
The petrified color that was slowly spreading on his body seemed to have been pressed into fast forward.
In an instant, it was everywhere around Guan Yu.
"This is it!
”
Seeing that the peerless martial saint who had just struck out with a shocking sword was transformed into a high-ceiling stone statue.
Liang Shigu was just shocked.
I felt my eyes suddenly brighten up, and a ray of sunshine... had quietly fallen.
"Father! Father!
”
Guan Ping's heartbreaking shouts.
Liang Shigu has discovered that the fog around him has appeared again.
Both the Martial Saint Guan Yu, who turned into a stone statue, and Guan Ping, who was kneeling in front of him, were instantly obscured by the thick fog.