The space above the desert is like a broken mirror, with cracks spreading in all directions.
At the largest crack, there is a void as dark as an endless abyss, which seems to be the true nature of space. The first thing that appears from the hole in this black space is a golden sword.
The blade of the sword is ancient and clumsy, containing an ancient spirit, as if it came from a distant time ago.
It was as fast as thunder and lightning, and appeared behind Lu Qingping and Fo Yuan like a fatal force.
A terrifying and majestic sword energy was released from it. Just the escaped sword energy shot out, forming a storm of sword energy behind the two of them.
Puff! Puff!
The two of them turned around at the fastest speed in their lives, and each used their strongest cultivation to kill.
But just the attack of the sword energy almost turned Fo Yuan into a hornet's nest. His footsteps faltered and he fell at Lu Qingping's feet.
"Pfft"... "Ahem..."...
Lu Qingping groaned, and his shoulder blade was severely pierced by a sword energy, and his appearance was also notched by the sword energy.
But even if this sword is controlled by the Great Yuan Shen of Zifu, he has already used all his trump cards, and there is absolutely no reason to wait for death.
Beneath the mountains and rivers.
Roar!
The young man let out a low growl, and his physical form no longer grew in size, but shrunk back to his body at the speed of lightning, forming a green Taoist robe on his body, blending with his blood.
The Antarctic Immortal Seal and the Time Immortal Technique can no longer be used due to the huge consumption of mana. At this moment, he only has his most powerful body!
Lu Qingping stepped forward, took one step, stepped on, and punched out!
Whoosh!
Roaring blood suddenly mixed with magic power, surging out from the tip of his fist like a roaring volcano.
clang!
In the blink of an eye, dozens of sword energy were blasted away by his violent fist wind mixed with the river-like blood energy and fist intention!
"What a physical body, but at the end of the crossbow, I have reached the fifth level of soul perfection, and I can tear the void with my sword with all my strength. If I can't kill you, a boy who is at the peak of the fourth level of Dharma, there is no reason to speak of it!"
The woman in white radiated coldness from her distant soul, and quickly activated the sword to strike at Lu Qingping!
The punch that blasted away the sword energy was just the beginning. The sword coming towards you was the real god of death!
The sword of the woman in white pierced the void, leaving no doubt that even among the top twenty Yuanshen Daoists on the Yanfu Mountain list, few could resist this sword.
The sword grew bigger and bigger in Lu Qingping's pupils.
Like a punishment from heaven, it destroys all things and can cut his body, mind, and soul in two.
Dong dong dong~
At this critical moment of life and death, his heart was as powerful as a war drum beating on the battlefield. The blood energy of Zhenwu Hercules was running at full strength, and a burst of blood energy burst out from his heart.
The power of the third level of true martial arts has been greatly reduced. Even though it is still far from the end, it has already surpassed the master!
"Your Highness!"
A firm and astringent cry, it was Buddha Yuan. Although his whole body was already like a bloody man, he gritted his teeth and got up at this moment, mobilized all his blood and mana, and slapped the sword with one palm!
"The bridge of all living beings!"
Lu Qingping's eyes were bloodshot, her body, mind and soul were blooming intensely at this moment, and her fist intention turned into a long bridge of blood and energy, rushing out from in front of her.
boom!
In an instant, the terrifying energy contained in the sword collided with the blood and mana of the two men, making a muffled sound like the sky falling.
Phew~
One breath...two breaths...three breaths...
It took three breaths!
"It's a bit of a skill, but it's a pity!"
The woman in white has an expressionless face.
Stab!
As easy as cutting a piece of cloth, the two men's magic and blood were torn open by the golden sword like a curtain at this moment!
In an instant, the divine sword appeared three feet in front of them!
Lu Qingping's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole, and she subconsciously clasped her palms in front of her!
He seemed to have clamped the tip of the sword, but his two slender palms were instantly blown into a bloody mess, and half of the flesh on the palms was worn away!
boom!!
The infinite power caused Lu Qingping's feet to collapse hundreds of feet.
"puff"
Lu Qingping spat out a mouthful of blood.
Foyuan immediately stood behind Lu Qingping and held down the young man's figure.
But only for a moment!
Infinite power comes.
Deng Deng Deng!!!
The two retreated wildly, and the desert was swept away by the sword wind and the Plow Court, leaving a mess.
A desert canyon is constantly being born from the feet of the sword body and the two men retreating madly!
The sun sets.
A sword thrust two people out on the yellowish horizon in the desert!!
This scene seems a bit beautiful, but it is so terrifying.
Shit!
Crunch~crunch~
The flesh and blood in the palm of the palm have been worn away, and the white bones are rubbing against the sword body. It is being advanced inch by inch, and is constantly approaching the two people's chests. It wants to stab the two of them into candied haws. Under the infinite force, it keeps pushing forward every time.
One inch distance.
Fo Yuan's eyes were dim and he felt extremely guilty. If he hadn't requested in every possible way, Lu Qingping would not have come to the Western Golden Realm with him to explore, and would not have suffered such a fatal disaster!
Although both of them can be regarded as unparalleled geniuses, there are countless young people who can compare with him and Lu Qingping on one hand in the entire Jambu land.
There are almost no monks in the same realm who can fight against them.
Even if they face the Huang Ting Yuanshen who has just entered the fifth realm, they can still fight. After using all their trump cards, they can cross the border to kill the Yuanshen.
Only, this is the Yuanshen of Zifu. He is only one step away from becoming an immortal. The gap is too big.
In a head-on battle, they had no chance. What was terrifying was that the consciousness of the Purple Mansion Yuanshen spread over thousands of miles, and they could not even escape.
"Are we really not the generation that bears the destiny of the three religions?"
At this moment, I felt extremely lost and desperate.
Destiny is not for them, so they have to perish here.
Just when Fo Yuan was devastated and had no hope of survival.
He did not see that in the extremely desperate situation, Lu Qingping's pupils had lost focus, leaving only chaos!
His eyes seemed to be looking at the sword, but they seemed to have turned into a sea of chaos, hazy, and he seemed to have lost his emotions.
This is the crazy operation of his instinct in the face of death, deriving and evolving something!
At the same time, the Confucian Heart Qi principles in his body began to circulate rapidly at this moment.
This is the rudiment of Lu Qingping's own "Dharma" that she finally realized when she almost died the last time she gambled her life.
He has understood the truth, what he wants to do, and what path he will take in the future.
After the Tao, we must create the Dharma, which is the foundation of protecting the Tao in cultivating the Tao and the boat of the Tao!
Before that, he had been practicing other people's methods, such as "My Way of Killing Fist", "Tai Chi", "Martial Immortal Sutra", etc., until he faced Li Xuanba's last life-and-death situation, and finally fell under the pressure of death.
Next, he condensed his understanding of the many precious scriptures of the world and his own understanding, and created a trace of his own Dharma.
This trace naturally allowed him to condense his own inner principles last time.
In the process of heading to the Western Golden Realm, he always made slow progress with this attitude.
Now, he once again encountered a life-and-death crisis, which once again squeezed his body, mind and soul.
At the moment of death, he is squeezing his potential and wants to transform!
Otherwise, you will die!
At this critical juncture, under the pressure of death, all my body and soul are digesting what I have learned, and trying to innovate...
The traces of rules that he realized about the air flow in his body are gradually becoming clear...