The power of the seven realms and the eight realms are fundamentally different.

No matter how Zheng Slee used the spark, how to rely on Zhao Si's life sword, before the real power and the world's vitality, at most can only shorten the gap between the two as much as possible, and it is impossible to reach the point of positive confrontation.

With such pressure, he can shoot faster than he can.

This can only show that Zheng Slee was acting before, and can only show that although her real strength is far less than Yuanwu, but the strength of Yuanwu has exceeded Yuanwu.

Extremely tenacious will allows you to make some desired actions as quickly as possible in the event of serious injury.

But the situation at this time is obviously not just a reason for the will.

In Yuanwu's perception at this time, between many flesh and blood in Zheng Sleeve's body, it is like a steel noose spinning force is generating and exploding.

This secret technique about the body of the diamond can only come from the ascetic monks of Donghu.

Dozens of sparks poured out from the edge of the sword of the little sword in Zheng Sleeve's hand, and over the sword he smashed down, fell on his chest.

Only dozens of extremely fine sparks, but the moment it fell on his chest, there were countless dense and sharp harsh cuts.

There are many glittering swords in the spark, like a brilliant gemstone.

But these swords, which were condensed to the extreme, did not stab the flesh and blood of Yuanwu, but cut the clothes on his chest.

More than a dozen dark scales appeared on the skin of Yuanwu, spewing out the dark flame.

The glittering swords in these sparks and these dark lights are all blocked, and then quickly turned into finer powder.

A loud noise.

Yuanwu's sword spirit fell on the water, the sharp edge of the sword fell, and the momentum instantly reached the bottom of the Wei River, forcing all the water flow.

In the next moment, the forced current formed a ring of huge waves, mixed with thousands of mud, and exploded outward.

The body of Zheng Sleeves was sleeping with the water vapor spraying inverted.

There was some accident in the eyes of the twilight.

There was an accident in her eyes at the moment.

These scales that appear on Yuanwu's chest have her familiar breath, which is the yulong scale, but it is not the dragon's pheasant scale that Baili Suxue rides.

These ten pieces of Yuanwu's yuyu dragon scales have a more ancient breath, and the breath is deeper, more pure, and even a feeling of being immersed in the breath above the eight realms for a long time.

This can only come from the old dynasty.

It is not surprising that the royal family of the DQin Dynasty had some relics of the former dynasty.

But the point is that even she never knew that Yuanwu had such a thing.

The chest was hardened by the sword of Zheng Sleeve, and the look on the Yuanwu face remained unchanged.

He knows too much about the sleeve.

From the time Zheng Slee was about to fight with him, he knew that Zheng Slee was trying to destroy himself at the same time, and he would also destroy him.

Even if he can't be killed in the end, Zheng Slee will surely force him to exhaust the means of concealment.

It’s the same for him.

He also wants to see how many powerful means Wang Xian Dream and Wang Xian Dream now have around them.

...

The black scales on the chest of the Yuanwu disappeared.

He stood on top of the great wave, looked at Zheng Sleeve, did not pursue, just took a deep breath, while normalizing the flow of blood in the body, the long sword in his hand took a sword flower.

It was a simple sword, but the sword that surged on the sword instantly turned the sky before him into a vacuum.

There is an amazing world that is sucked in by this vacuum, but it is not gathered on the sword in his hand, but directly behind Zheng Sleeve.

A sword light appeared quietly behind the inverted Zheng Sleeve, falling to the back of Zheng Sleeve.

Looking at Yuanwu's sword, feeling the unique breath in this sword, there was a cry outside the port.

Most of them were practitioners in blue or purple robes.

These practitioners come from the spiritual sword gate.

The spiritual sword gate and the Minshan sword are the same name, and these practitioners naturally cannot be like ordinary practitioners, easily fluctuating their moods.

Their shock at this time is that Yuanwu's sword is simply the secret sword of the spiritual sword gate, and it is a secret sword that they cannot understand and master.

The secret sword of each gate is called the secret sword, not because it is difficult to master, but because it is powerful, the sword is unique, it is the patriarch of the various generations of the patriarchs of the gate, and on the basis of some sword scriptures in this gate, the understanding of the strong sword meaning that it contains many of the ways of practice in the gate, and the understanding of the law of vitality is not even the general disciple of the sect, so as not to be known to the outsiders.

The secret sword of any gate naturally represents the powerful lethality of the general sword method.

Now this seems to be a random sword, and naturally.

However, these fastest-reacting spiritual sword gate practitioners were shocked that in the face of the sword that appeared behind them, Zheng Sleeve did not wave the sword at all.

The little sword she had clasped in her hand burned even more violently.

From the depths of the sword tires, a flame is extremely condensed and compact, like a red iron that has been tempered by a thousand hammers, a flame is whistling the wind, like someone who waved a huge hammer countless times, and compressed the wind in this flame.

These two kinds of flames come from the vitality of Zhao Yi and Zhao Si, but they are all carrying the invincibility of the Zhao sword furnace and the terrible burning of everything.

However, when these two flames surged, in the countless tips in Zheng Sleeve's body, there were many white indifferent stars like thousands of small snakes dancing out and blending into these two kinds of flames.

The three types of fire blend, rapidly becoming cold.

It turned into a flame of fire without temperature.

This sword spirit did not care about the sword stabbed behind her, but the incomparably killed directly pointed to the throat of Yuanwu.

The sword was faster than hers.

This sword light fell on the back of Zheng Sleeve's neck.

There was a strange sound in the air.

Zheng Sleeve's golden phoenix on the body released an unimaginable pressure, the piece of golden glow formed in front of this sword, hard to force this sword gas into the air.

The two forces hold each other, and the sound of brokenness in Jinhui.

First, the golden phoenix clothes that are invisible to the naked eye are broken in the depths of the subtle law array, followed by the neck of Zheng Sleeve, and even between the bones and flesh and blood.

At this time, the perception of the vast majority of practitioners, even if the phoenix on Zheng Sleeve has unimaginable defensive power, Yuan Wu's sword still caused her serious trauma, even enough to make her whole body broken.

However, in this very short period of time, there was a cold death in Zheng Sleeve's body that spread like a tide.

All the other practitioners have not yet sensed this breath, but there is a hint of in Yuanwu's eyes.

He felt it.

He was very impressed with this smell.

This comes from the most terrible opponent he has encountered in the Lushan Alliance, the baby.

The white skin of Zheng Sleeve penetrated black meaning.

She is not dead.

Her body did not break in an instant.

The sword in her hand was not slow.

The cold flame fell to the throat of Yuanwu.