The blood sword penetrated the sky, and the black void crack afterimage strolled in the void, but at this moment it suddenly rose and then suddenly shrank, disappearing into the void, leaving only a dense scene of thorny branches in my mind. om le♠ le

The blood sword passed by, but Zhang Jun was extremely miserable at this time. Under the blood sword, even if he entered the sword and integrated it, he transformed into a sword light and broke out with the magic sword and broke out. It could not completely stop the crystallization of Fu Cailin's life's sword transformation and sublimation. Under the sword, Zhang Jun had avoided the vital points, and even protected the body with the magic sword. The sword energy swept across and took away Zhang Jun's flesh and blood on his left arm.

The flesh and blood turned into nothingness in the void, and the cracks in the space turned into a black sword tail, directly passing by Zhang Jun. Fu Cailin's figure brushed through Zhang Jun's ears, and the corner of his mouth moved. As soon as the true energy carried the sound came out, the shadow had appeared in the void behind Zhang Jun. One sword penetrated through the long river of time, leaving all things to change, and time and space stagnated into an eternal world at this moment.

The wind was flowing, and his clothes gradually rose. Fu Cailin held the blood sword in his hand, silently, just standing up above the void, looking at the clouds broken by the sword intent, leaving only a blue pure and flawless sky. All things flowed, and time and space were chaotic. Fu Cailin seemed to have seen it for a moment, as if he had seen it for ten thousand years.

Then, Fu Cailin's figure turned around, and a pair of pure and flawless pupils, like clear spring, reflected everything in the world, and everything could not be hidden from his eyes. Even the separation between life and death was just a layer of gauze. What emerged from Fu Cailin's eyes was a nostalgia for the past, the appreciation of the beauty of all things in the world, and the enthusiasm for the motherland. Then he took a last look at the Fu sisters under the ground are three times, and a hint of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This sword appears in the world! I have no regrets in my life!" It seems that I am sighing and leaving a message. After a long sigh, Fu Cailin turned around and turned around. There is no nostalgia in his eyes, no concern, and no regret. After everything is turned around, the Heart Sword cuts off, stepping in the air, and climbing up the steps step by step. There seems to be an invisible staircase in the void that continues to extend to the void.

Every time Fu Cailin took a step forward, the void shook a little, which was the power of the true energy in his body. But at this moment, Fu Cailin's sword intent was as pure as a magnificent as a mountain, and it suddenly disappeared into the void. The sword intent penetrated through the land, breaking the long river of faith, connecting to the endless depths of the sky, and permeating the truth of the universe. At this moment, even this way of the land could not stop Fu Cailin's sword intent now, and the sword intent slowly faded after a sudden pause.

The sword intent did not disappear, but shattered the void, forming a passage that was boundless and unopened by Hongmeng. The crowd felt a sense of terror. The aura of terror spread throughout Luoyang City from the broken void. All the void felt that Yaokong seemed to be broken, Yaodian was about to be overturned. On the aura, there seemed to be a force of inducing to attract all the souls of the void, causing all the voids to have an unspeakable throbbing. What followed was an inexplicable fear. The crisis and horror arose from the real collapse of Yaodian made everyone subconsciously look up at Yaodian, staring at the light, dark, colorless, and physical Hongmeng channel.

The left arm was completely shattered, the left body was covered with white bones, and the flesh on the side of the ribs was completely destroyed by a sword. The infinite sword intent kept wandering in it, and the flesh was squirming at the wound. Although the muscles wanted to block the wound, under the sword intent, it was still greatly suppressed and could not completely seal the blood loss. Blood as sticky as mercury penetrated and dripped. Zhang Jun seemed to be unaware, and just looked at the Hongmeng channel that Fu Cailin stepped towards step by step on Yaokong.

"Do you want a last try?" Zhang Jun's mouth opened slightly, and he let out an indelible sigh. This was Fu Cailin's last glory, this was his last thought, and this was the last thing Fu Cailin could do now. His spirit was overdrawn and his soul was damaged. Now it was just a reflection of the light, burning the last thought, turning into the most pure sword intent, breaking the void, just to see what the broken void that was finally chased.

Not only Zhang Jun, but also on the ground, Yao Dao Song Que scattered into Ning Daoqi, Shi Feixuan, all the martial arts masters who reached the state of Xianyao all looked at Yaokong with a look of awe and obsession, and looked at the Hongmeng passage formed by Yaodi with a hint of inexplicable respect.

In a blink of an eye, Fu Cailin had already appeared in front of the passage, and could only see three feet away to step into it. But at this moment, Fu Cailin's body suddenly blurred for a moment, and some subtle red dust fell down with a breeze.

Three feet and ten meters, as Fu Cailin approached step by step, all the people were trembling at it, soon! Soon! This is a feat that the entire martial arts world has never achieved. This is only at the peak of the martial arts in legends. It breaks the void. As long as there is an invasion to reach this step, it proves that the exact existence of Yaodao, proves that all people who practice martial arts practices are not surrounds and waters, and proves that there is a new world above the martial arts! Yaodao is quiet, leaving only a burst of rapid breathing, the sound of the wind making the Huli, and Fu Cailin stepped out step by step above Yaodao.

After taking a step, his figure faded a little. The wind over the sky, the blood-red powder drifted past. As the wind blew out a piece of red silk, the blood sword in Fu Cailin's hand also shattered inch by inch, and fell down with the blood mist in the wind.

Step by step, Fu Cailin's figure became more and more ethereal and lighter, as if it was about to disappear between this land with the wind. A blood-colored red tide had already spread out above the sky. Fu Cailin's figure was only one step away from the circular spherical three-dimensional passage formed by the broken void above the sky. But Fu Cailin's figure at this moment also faded like a ghostly blue smoke. It only takes a breeze to make it dissipate. For him, the next step is the last step, the next step is the step that determines his destiny, and the next step is the result of all expectations.

However, this step is also a gap between a chasm and a short distance. This step is a difference between life and death, and this step is eternity. Fu Cailin's eyes are already dim. The divine light no longer exists, but instead reveals a breath of death. At the same time, a strange aura appears on his body, as if the fairy light that can transcend the power of life and death is slowly released from his body. It is Fu Cailin's last bit of soul true spirit, and the last splendor after Fu Cailin's last bit of spiritual consciousness burns.

With the help of this last little force, he broke free from the shadow of the god of death behind him, and finally took the last step. With this last step, the sword intent on his body suddenly burst out. Fu Cailin's body, which was originally as light as a phantom, trembled last, and Fu Cailin's already almost transparent face smiled. Fu Cailin's last roared, without hesitation, without any nostalgia, and then took another step and walked into the lightless world of Hongmeng.

The blood sword also completely shattered at this moment. On Yaokong, the sword intent that had originally stood on Yaokong and destroyed all the long river of faith disappeared in vain. The three-dimensional hollow sphere wrapped in Hongmeng Chaos suddenly shrank, driving the boundless fire Fengshui energy, and suddenly disappeared in the void. At this moment, as the energy gathered above Yaokong, it naturally wrapped the boundless wind and cloud energy that had been directly scattered by Zhang Jun and Fu Cailin a hundred miles away. Yaokong was immediately covered with clouds.

Tick! Tick! It rained heavily, and the drops of rain mixed with the blood mist formed by Fu Cailin in the sky, as if crying and crying for the disappearance of the only kendo master in the early land. The sound of dripping rain and the amazement on the ground echoed the pain of the three sisters of the Fu family, and at this time it intertwined into a strange background.

Puchi! A blood mist gushed out from Zhang Jun's left body. As soon as the blood mist came out, it wrapped with endless sword intent and penetrated through Yaodi. It was the sword intent left by Fu Cailin's last sword in Zhang Jun's body. Under the sword intent, the blood mist condensed into a blood sword and scattered out. In the void, countless blood mists gathered with the remaining sword intent that had not disappeared.

The divine sword was roaring, and thousands of tiny blood swords were instantly attracted, turning into thousands of red swords, sank into the divine sword in Zhang Jun's hand. The blood dragon in the divine sword was bright red, as if it was about to fly up and soar into the air. Then the blood dragon's red light was soaked out like blood, slowly seeping into the sword blade that was originally round as white jade. A blood color flowed on the blade immortally, as if it was soaked in blood, flowing with a terrifying aura that made the heart palpitations.

The sword edge has opened! But the price is the fall of a great sword master and the life crisis of Zhang Jun. As soon as the sword edge of the divine sword opened, the sword spirit that spread was suddenly restrained and was instantly absorbed and transformed into the sword heart nutrients that were nurtured. Although it devoured the sword spirit of a great sword master who burned the soul of the soul in the last time, it still seemed a little dissatisfied, and made a sound of light and hunger, which came into Zhang Jun's mind from Zhang Jun's hands.

His pale face was filled with a trace of deep fatigue. Although his whole body was full of energy, Zhang Jun now felt a feeling of being strong outside and being thousands of people. Zhang Jun's physical true energy was not consumed, but his real spiritual energy was extremely severe. In just a few seconds, he entered his heart and was in a state that he was only used by me. Zhang Jun can be said to be losing his own mental power every moment. Now, Zhang Jun is still mentally exhausted, and even the most core and strongest true spirit of his own spiritual soul has been damaged. At this time, it is difficult to mobilize dream energy to turn it into mental power to replenish his own spiritual origin. If one is not handled well, then the schizophrenia will be split at the slightest, and the void will be completely transformed into all things in the early stages.

Zhang Jun moved slightly, as if he was doing his best to stand up straight, but his half-dissolved body shook, and it seemed that he had already exhausted his energy and had no power of resistance. At this time, the only thing Zhang Jun wanted to do was to go back and sleep and cultivate his spirit. But unfortunately, such a simple wish could not be achieved smoothly.

"Give my master's life back! Death!" A sword light broke through the rain curtain, and the sword energy was soaked in the rain, wrapped in the rain and turned into a sword rain. The sword body was hidden in the rain, appearing and appearing, and there were countless illusions, and they were soaring to the dead end of Zhang Jun's heart.
Chapter completed!