The blood mist sprayed out in full swing, two in and one in standing, one in and one in and half in a squat. Tick! Tick... All the sounds present disappeared, leaving only the sound of blood drops falling, which seemed extremely clear in this deadly environment.

The eyes of the crowd who were blinded by the sword light gradually recovered. Even though they were still burning and painful, they could greatly relieve their skills after being infused and flowed. Then they looked at the ring and two figures slowly entered their eyes. Zhang Jun squatted halfway, and his chest was covered with blood. He stood with his right hand on the sword. Most of the bloody breath turned red. Although the breath of death disappeared, the blood dragon pattern on the divine sword was not known whether it was because of blood. The dragon pattern on the dragon pattern was pulsing little by little like blood vessels.

But Fu Cailin seemed to be much better. The sword in his hand was still there. The hem of his robe turned into butterfly-like fragments as it flowed. A bloodshot from his cuffs slid down from his arm, turning into a little drop of blood dripping from his elbow. Fu Cailin's original god is now with a trace of pale paleness, and the blood and energy in the Buddha's body dissipated with the sword just now.

Now it seems that the outcome is decided, because Zhang Jun seems to be more injured, but just when all the people think the dust is settled.

Crack! A crisp sound suddenly appeared, making All Enigma widen their eyes. The Yuxu sword in Fu Cailin's hand was once one of the famous swords. The divine weapon that accompanied Fu Cailin's battle for half a lifetime has now broken from all the unbelievable eyes. All Enigma looked in surprise as the sword body covered with cracks fell into dust after the famous magic sword broke. Fu Cailin's eyes also showed a trace of regret and nostalgia, and the Buddha accompanied his old friend for many years passed away.

During the previous long sword confrontation, Fu Cailin had already felt the Yuxu sword trembling wildly and showing off his crazy sharp edge. However, at that time, the situation did not allow himself to retreat, and the Yuxu sword's fighting spirit did not allow him to stop. Before Fu Cailin made the last sword, the Yuxu sword had broken. The reason why he could last until this moment was that the sword intent of himself and Yuxu sword was strongly supported by himself, which was already the limit.

Zhang Jun did not show any surprise at this. He ignored the blood flowing out of his chest. He opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood with alveolar fragments. At this time, he used the elixir force to stimulate the wound to close the blood vessels. The blood vessels, like lead and mercury, stopped oozing out. He staggered and calmed down his breath, coughed several times, vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and the blood in the trachea was also excreted. At this time, Zhang Juncai had a hoarse voice and said with a hint of echo: "It's two inches slower!! What a pity!"

The sword technique just now exceeded Zhang Jun's imagination. He also found a flaw in his strongest attack. He pierced his chest with his sword. If he hadn't subconsciously made some changes, he would probably be his heart. If the heart was broken, although the physical vitality of the body that could not be damaged can also lock the passage of spiritual energy, which would allow him to have more precious time to construct the heart with dream power, but he would have lost this game, not to mention the next competition between the two masters.

However, through Fu Cailin's sword, Zhang Jun was inspired. Although he didn't know whether this would be successful, he saw another possibility. When he reached Zhang Jun's current height, even if it was a little inspiration and progress, it would be huge.

Fu Cailin didn't care when he heard this. He smiled freely and sighed at a friend, "It's not a pity that this was my limit at that time. Not to mention two inches, even half an inch wouldn't be able to get closer."

"At that time!?That means that your limit is not like this at this time??" Zhang Jun seemed to feel the loophole in his tone and asked.

"That's right! I can shoot another sword, do you want to take it?" As soon as Fu Cailin finished speaking, a divine light burst out from his eyes. The entire space in front of him was twisted and turned into a vast white light. The empty room was white, and the void was powered by electricity. The will of the gods directly broke through the constraints of the body. One step was one step away, one step away from breaking the void. Now Fu Cailin has reached the peak of his life, the highest point in martial arts. He can completely enter the transformation and regenerate the void and refine the chaos and open the world. But this step is sometimes a limit that cannot be reached in a lifetime.

Meng Yuanli surged, and a hazy blue light that was invisible to the naked eye wandered on his chest. The original injury quickly recovered. Although Fu Cailin's sword had not destroyed his heart, the sword energy on his sword instantly destroyed Zhang Jun's left lung. If it weren't for the Taibai sword energy in the lungs blocking it, even if he had not stabbed the central organ directly, he would have directly shattered the internal organs of Zhang Jun's left half of his body. At that time, Zhang Jun would still be half-dead. Even if Taibai sword energy blocked, the remaining sword energy would be enough to shatter Zhang Jun's lungs.

Meng Yuanli cooperated with his own subtle control ability of national martial arts to repair most of the damaged organs in an instant, and the remaining injuries only took a few breaths to completely heal. But now Zhang Jun was not intent on putting his strength on it, but just looked at Fu Cailin with a serious look and asked: "The last sword?? You are almost exhausted now, and most of your own energy has passed. Moreover, even if you have a breakthrough in the sword just now, I don't believe you can take it intact. Could it be that you..."

Before Zhang Jun could say the following words, Fu Cailin responded to Zhang Jun with practical actions, broken sword and broken arm, Fu Cailin raised his sword with his broken arm. Although his arm was almost shattered, the tenacious perseverance had already made him insist on slowly raising the sword body, and the sword intent slowly emerged from the sword. After the sword just now, Fu Cailin's sword intent was sublimated again at this moment!

"I only want one sword now, and I have no regrets in my life! This sword will be the most brilliant sword in my life, and the most refreshing sword I have swung to this day. I only want to see the glory of this sword, and even if I fall into hell afterwards, I will never regret it!" Fu Cailin is now fearless and has no other desires, only seeking this sword. At this moment, Fu Cailin is just a swordsman, just a simple swordsman, not for gains and losses, not for victory or defeat, regardless of life or death, just for the sake of wielding the sword, and only for his own swordsmanship. His simplicity of heart and purity of soul are all transformed into a perfect sword that cuts through everything!

Zhang Jun said nothing, and raised the divine sword in his hand again, which had completely restored its sacred and solemn shape. The sword energy gradually restrained. Fu Cailin also understood Zhang Jun's intention to fulfill it. His almost shattered right hand slowly raised the broken sword. Although the Yuxu sword sword was broken, its intention was not destroyed, a pure and pure sword intent surged out at this moment, piercing through Fu Cailin's right hand, causing endless blood mist on Fu Cailin's right arm to spray out, forming a scarlet cloud.

Before the blood cloud could dissipate, a suction force appeared out of thin air. The Yuxu sword broke and sucked Fu Cailin's blood on the point of the other half of the Yuxu sword. The sword intent suddenly disappeared and turned into a peaceful aura. Fu Cailin's eyes closed slightly, silently, and even a trace of life had not been revealed. If it weren't for Fu Cailin's long sword being held high, I'm afraid that no one would think he was still alive.

Zhang Jun's face changed slightly. If he said that he was sure to take the sword just now, then Zhang Jun himself had no confidence in the sword. Next, Fu Cailin had entered another level. If he could not break through the current limit, he would probably have to be under the sword of Killing. He had no time to regret, no thoughts of regret, and no thoughts of regret. Zhang Jun only felt that the battle had brought him back to the past, the past who was struggling under the nightmare claws, the past who had run away under the sword energy of Manyao, and the past who had to seize the time to fight for a little chance of winning and a little chance to improve his strength.

At this moment, every millisecond is precious. Zhang Jun completely grasped the inspiration that emerged in the sword process just now, and fully evolved all martial arts knowledge in his mind. At this moment, Zhang Jun completely squeezed his limits, the peak of his potential, the endless jing magic power in his mind, his mind was like a rocket running at a fast speed. All the martial arts ideas I felt in the past, all the martial arts knowledge I learned, all the martial arts power I saw, all the martial arts power I saw, their white spoon of knowledge, their white spoon of power, their white spoon of thoughts, and at this moment, they transcend the limits and eventually evolved into cracking tricks against Fu Cailin's move in front of him.

Fu Cailin made a sword with blood, the heart as his soul, the sword art he understood as his own sword, the sword fitted with the sword, and the sword incarnated. Suddenly, Fu Cailin began to take a step, standing in the void, and above the void, a step appeared a step, and Fu Cailin walked out and arrived slowly.

Not only Zhang Jun, but Song Que and Ning Daoqi, who were in the audience, also changed their faces, and their eyes condensed. With their white eyes, of course, it was obvious that Fu Cailin was not using his own true energy to control the air at this moment, and even the vitality of the Aodida has not changed at all. However, he truly stepped on a real stone slab and kept moving forward. This was no longer the power of the Aodida with the true energy, but directly used the power of the mind to implement the power of the Aodida to realize his own wishes.

Zhang Jun also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. It was too late. He had no time to carefully improve the tricks in his mind, and he didn't even have the opportunity to tell whether he could use this trick to deal with Fu Cailin. However, when Fu Cailin slowly came to the air, Zhang Jun was forced by the actual pressure and sword intent on the other party to have to take action.

The magic sword in his hand was behind his back, and he stepped on his feet and flew over. In a blink of an eye, his eyes suddenly closed, and then his earth changed. A powerful energy of the earth instantly descended. Under the earth, he looked at Zhang Jun and Fu Cailin who were as enchanting as if they were enchanting, and they didn't know what to say. Even Fu Junzhuo was stunned at the third place. They once imagined that their master was invincible and could not stop him. However, if they really imagined how powerful it was, there was no clear concept. But now they knew that their master Fu Cailin had already walked on a path that they could not imagine in any way, and had surpassed their imagination of ordinary people.

The contrast between the two entry was extremely strong. At this moment, Zhang Jun turned into a sky, and the Buddha merged into the wind and clouds. The Buddha swallowed the ri Yue Yaodi. For a moment, the light around Zhang Jun instantly dimmed, as if the light could not escape, and was initially absorbed by Zhang Jun. However, Fu Cailin was extremely calm. The wind was still the same wind, and the clouds were still the same clouds. The ri Yuedi had not stopped at all, but the long sword in his hand seemed so abrupt and so dazzling. At this moment, any gaze that looked at Fu Cailin would be attracted by this blood sword, just as this blood sword was Fu Cailin's life. Fu Cailin's understanding of the world was the manifestation of Fu Cailin's sword.

With one sword, blood swords flying, Fu Cailin made a sword, but unfortunately this sword had no murderous intent. Neither Zhang Jun nor him had any anxiety at all. Another sword had never pointed at Zhang Jun or him, but pointed at a void. It was still a sword, without the vitality of the young, and without the sword intent. Then Fu Cailin then set out the sword, and the sword was out, and the god was solemn. Each sword of the Buddha poured out all the effort of Fu Cailin. Every sword of the Buddha was the most perfect display of Fu Cailin's sword technique.

This is a dazzling sword dance, this is a luxurious sword dance, this is a sword dance that has never been seen in ancient times. A great master of swordsmanship dances with his own hard work and his life. This sword dances out his life, his sword, and his heart. The sword dance does not have any outstandingness, no murderous aura, and no sword aura. Fu Cailin seems to have forgotten the battle, forgot his life and death, for the battle, just to raise a sword for this dance, just to survive for this moment.

But every sword he gave a feeling that the Buddha should have come out like this. Every sword is perfect and flawless, the Buddha is full of regrets, the Buddha is supreme and beautiful, and all the minds that enter are attracted to it in an instant. This is the real sword, this is the real dance, and this is the sword path that Fu Cailin pursues and needs.

Zhang Jun was indifferent, but his eyes had not looked at Fu Cailin at all. At this moment, Zhang Jun's mind suddenly calmed down, and all the sounds and lights around him disappeared, leaving only a sword, a blood sword that was evolving sword moves. Without any explanation, Zhang Jun already understood that this was the sensation in the dark, this was the reflection of the mind to all things. Although the sword move on the opposite side seemed to be extremely beautiful and flawless, everything was included in this sword, and the sword of the Buddha could see through everything. However, Zhang Jun knew for some reason that this sword move had not reached its peak, and as the sword continued to dance, I am afraid that this sword move would reach the most perfect moment soon, and that was the time when the sword was released.

This is also easy to understand. Fu Cailin cannot directly achieve perfection with his own sword skills. You must know that the power of the perfect and flawless sword is not owned by the mortal world. Fu Cailin has not broken the void yet. Now the rules of resisting the world can only turn into a path of fan, but in contrast, it is a sword that can be infinitely close to perfection, so the sword dance today appears. Fu Cailin uses this sword dance to gradually improve his sword moves, gradually adapt to his sword skills, fully integrate his sword spirit, and completely integrate his sword spirit, and finally find an infinitely close to perfect move, which is the moment when the sword move truly reveals its true face.

If the sword that is truly infinitely close to perfect appears, Zhang Jun believes that he should be completely unable to take it. Even if his skills are improved ten times more, he will not be able to take the sword with his true energy. Any true energy defense, any dodging, or any sword move under this perfect sword should be like a tile-collapse dog, and it will be broken at all. But now it is precisely because this sword cannot be used even if it is released, but it gives Zhang Jun a one-thousandth chance.

Zhang Jun instantly relaxed his mind and responded to the endless vitality between the young earth, the magnetic force between the stars, the earth veins on the endless earth, the nine auras in the endless universe, and the pure yang and pure yin aura in the moon. At this moment, Zhang Jun had no scruples, and completely integrated into the move he had just understood, integrating all the martial arts knowledge and all the martial arts ideas since this time, integrating into the naturalness of the young earth, and achieving the trick of the young into the transformation.

Zhang Jun carried a sword in the sky, and his body absorbed endless vital energy from the infinite acupoints of his body. Then the true energy gushed out from the infinite acupoints of his body, completely merged into the great vitality between his body. The space began to vibrate. Then every inch of his skin, every hair, and no pores around Zhang Jun instantly turned into endless sword energy and gushed out. The rootless sword energy swallowed the vital energy. The invisible and formless sword energy blended into all things. This is not anything else. It is the real and true sword energy that broke the body. It blended the vital energy of all things with its own power, absorbed the vital energy of all things in the vital energy into the vital sword energy. However, these sword energy of broken body was once again integrated into the outside world, using itself as a bridge to receive the endless vital energy between the vital.

Not only that, Zhang Jun's mind was even more broken. A demon pattern appeared between his eyebrows, intertwined into a vertical pupil. The jing divine power surged out, and thousands of ordinary divine power surged out. The Buddha's countless tentacles inserted into the river of martial arts beliefs like a Buddha. With the help of the divine sword power of the martial arts emperor sword, the thoughts of the martial arts are blended. This is not enough. If this is simply like this, even if Zhang Jun is ten times stronger, he will eventually be completely assimilated by the martial arts world.

At this moment, Zhang Jun's heart was as clear as ice, and a formless and invisible thought of natural unity was poured out. In an instant, a strange charm appeared. The Buddha was completely ruthless and seemed to be the most kind of affection. A god who was as cold as ice and as warm as fire appeared in his eyes. Then the warmth turned into a ruthless force to destroy everything, and the ice melted into water to nourish all things. Even if these two emotions were opposite, they were constantly changing.

When the mind of the jing gods merged into the long river of martial arts belief in the void, Zhang Jun felt endless information rushing into his mind. The Buddha experienced infinite reincarnation in an instant, but it would be fine if it was a simple reincarnation. No matter how strong the countless incarnation is, as long as he grasps his own essence, there will always be a yao that will be overcome by Zhang Jun. However, these reincarnations are all broken fragments, just like Zhang Jun was still here crying for his father and mother because of his family's demise, but the next moment he was a little bit of a gold medal. This sudden and violent emotional impact and the blurring of the fragments of reincarnation made Zhang Jun's own consciousness begin to blur.

This is not something else, but the real unity of the early and early entry. In fact, this is not a certainty. To be precise, martial arts can only be divided into late and early entry. The so-called early entry is just a special path taken above the early and early entrance. The so-called early entrance is to comprehend a little bit of early and early entrance, and the first and last one is to comprehend a little bit of early and early entrance, and the first and last one is to understand the first and last one's energy of the body, and the ultimate path is to return to the body, the pure and simple mind, and finally become the power of the first and last one.

There are roughly two divisions of martial arts after the prenatal period. One is to focus on the self. As the saying goes, Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. This path is to seek one of the paths, and the only one is to be the only one, so it is more pure and simple. But the other path is to take the self and the land of the young, and then take the land of the young as one, and use the land of the young as the reference object to continuously improve the law of one body and the way of one body, so as to achieve the ultimate goal of one life, two transformations of three, and three to perform all things.

However, there are several different ways to enter the world. For example, the first is to constantly understand the nature of the world, and finally evolve into one's own Dharma and the Tao of the world, and you can also transcend it by yourself. The other is to seek the principle of unity with the world, so that you can merge with the world, slowly gather the fragments of beliefs between the world, and then use the beliefs of sentient beings to evolve into the divine nature, thereby achieving the gods, and finally completely accepting the world as one. Of course, in the second method, there is also a way to take tricks.

For example, if a warrior is too weak in the early stage, he may not be able to quickly obtain fragments of the faith in the early world, and even do not have enough ability to evolve the divine nature, then he can only take a step back and let himself combine with the early world. Since he cannot change the early world, he can only change himself. In the end, his own thoughts and all things in the early world will be combined, so that all things in the early world will be transformed into his own realm. At that time, he will naturally be able to incorporate the early world into his own. Of course, in the end, he does not know whether he is swallowed by the world or whether you swallowed the world by yourself.

Now Zhang Jun uses this method to integrate all the ideas of warriors that he sees that conform to the idea of ​​Ao Dao, take out the common points and turn them into the power of his own mind, and then integrate them into the void and dao land. In a short time, he can use the power of Ao Dao to integrate all his martial arts into one and exert a super-spirited blow.

Of course, the danger is absolute. Even those masters in martial arts are stronger than Zhang Jun. They gave up a lot in order to integrate into the void. How could Zhang Jun not sacrifice now? At this moment, Zhang Jun's divine power that was integrated into the void was like water and instantly turned into nothing. He was shattered by the endless information impact of martial arts beliefs, and was completely swallowed and assimilated by the long river of martial arts thoughts. The remaining divine power was washed away like layers of thread and cocoons, and a large amount of divine power was lost in one ten thousandth of a second. Zhang Jun only felt that he was just a sugar brick that fell into the river. If he could not leave in time, he would disappear completely between the land of premature, and even his body would completely turn into the land of premature, and feedback to the land of premature.

What's even more terrifying is that as the passage of his own divine power, Zhang Jun's self-consciousness is constantly blurring, and his memory begins to be misaligned. Even though the mind simulates the sword intent of the sword in the wind and clouds, Ning Daoqi's uncontested heart, his own Bing Xin Jue and even the compassionate sentient beings in Buddhism, still cannot stop these erosions, at most it will only delay a little time. But unexpectedly, in Zhang Jun's divine thoughts, a spiritual power that transcends and indomitable, is stronger than those simulated thoughts, and it will firmly protect the core self-will, without any such martial arts thoughts.

After reaching half of the impact, Zhang Jun suddenly realized that this idea was what he really wanted, and he really had it. Although those simulated ideas were available, they could not be based on them. At most, they were just branches and leaves of his own abilities. Looking at it, isn't this the same thing as his own dream god's divine nature fragment? It can simulate any kind of power, it can be transformed into any kind of substance, but its essence is the dream Yuanli. And because it is not Zhang Jun's own dream god's divine nature fragment, in addition to purifying the dream Yuanli, if it self-absorbs and transforms the dream Yuanli, there will definitely be huge hidden dangers. Only your own power is the power that is truly trustworthy and possessed.

Time can no longer be delayed. Zhang Jun let go of the thoughts that emerged in his heart, pure thoughts, and focused on one's own mind. The magic sword suddenly trembled behind him, and then thousands of invisible sword energy suddenly shrank. Zhang Jun controlled this piece of land in his hands with the endless martial arts belief. Although his mind seemed a little complicated because it was integrated into the long river of martial arts beliefs, it instantly increased dozens of times, hundreds of times, endless inspiration burst out, and endless thoughts tumbling. Zhang Jun only felt that everything he had learned so far was instantly seen through the essence of the Yijin Jing, the Golden Bell Cover, and the Supreme Pure Yang Gong, and other martial arts also had no secrets in front of him. Then countless martial arts blended in an instant, bursting out a brilliant light in the depths of his heart.

At this moment, Fu Cailin's sword dance had reached its most perfect state. The next sword was the moment when murderous intent was revealed, and a sword stabbed out. Zhang Jun was indifferent at this moment, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes. Because he merged into the avenue of Yaodi, Zhang Jun's emotions had been suppressed to a nearly empty situation. Even if he died in the next moment, Zhang Jun would not frown at all.
Chapter completed!