Chang Ming did not hear what Xia Sheng said to Qiongsang. Even if he heard it, he probably didn't know what the fusion of life was.

After all, he is not a spiritual practitioner, and the existence of the Tree of Life has long become an extremely long legend in this country.

But this did not prevent him from feeling the changes in Xia Sheng's body.

At this time, Xia Shengruo looked so miserable on the surface that he could not be more miserable. Thousands of blood holes almost covered his whole body, and there was no place half an inch intact below his neck. His shoulders, ribs, arms, legs, chest, and abdomen were flowing out like nothing worthwhile, making his scalp numb.

If it were others who suffered this severe damage, they would have died long ago, but Xia Sheng's vitality has not become exhausted, but has become stronger and stronger.

What's going on

Chang Ming looked at this scene in a daze, unable to believe his eyes at all, especially when the bright orange light on Xia Sheng's body began to gradually become deeper and finally turned into apricot yellow without any obstacles, Chang Ming was a little stupid.

The other party actually broke the mirror in front of him.

From this moment on, Xia Sheng was no longer a martial artist, but a general

And this is not the end.

Immediately afterwards, the apricot yellow light outside Xia Sheng's body suddenly began to flash violently, accompanied by a strong sword energy storm, rolling back the night sky, as if the foundation was unstable, the natal sword weapon would collapse at any time.

Seeing this, Chang Ming finally shook his head with a sneer. In his opinion, the young man in front of him was finally in a state of devil because he was eager to break the mirror.

If he expected it was right, the other party would soon die due to the explosion of sword energy.

But things did not continue as Chang Ming expected.

Because the sword-shaped talisman on Xia Sheng's wrist did not sink and disappear because of this, but the color became brighter. In the next flash, the apricot yellow glow on it suddenly faded away, and replaced by an extremely dazzling fluorescent green sword light

King Wu

In less than ten breaths, Chang Ming suddenly felt that his understanding of practice and worldview had collapsed in an instant in the past few decades.

And at this moment, Xia Sheng's voice had just reached his ears.

"I will tell you what is the real White Flame Sword"

At this moment, Chang Ming seemed to have fallen into an extremely violent storm. Before he could break through the wind and rain in front of him and see the truth behind the fog, he was once again involved in a larger vortex under his feet.

King-level spiritual wood.

The sword of killing in the daylight fireworks.

Could it be that this young man is the master of this Forgetful Forest, the disciple of the White-clothed Sword Saint and Mu Chenyi?

However, before Chang Ming could figure out the true identity of the young man, he had already left the ground and slowly floated into the air, stretching out his right hand.

"Come on the sword."

At this time, Xia Sheng was not so rushing into the air himself, but rather the hundreds of poor mulberry branches left in his body lifted him up. His palms were scarlet, but they were as stable as Mount Tai.

The next moment, Chang Mingzhi felt the earth start to shake violently, and the rumbling sounds continued.

An ancient tree that was originally rooted next to Qiongsang rose from the ground with the power of tens of thousands of whiskers under his feet, and came to Xia Sheng's hands.

Become the sword in his hand.

Xia Sheng is just an ordinary human teenager. He looks so small in front of the ancient tree that has grown for thousands of years, but he is never humble. His appearance even looks a bit ridiculous at this moment, but Chang Ming did not smile, but his eyes were full of solemnity.

Xia Sheng just grabbed the whiskers at the end of the ancient tree with one hand and lifted the entire towering tree into the air. This scene seemed too shocking, even though he was already a dignified martial king at this time.

But if it is just a sword, how can it be considered a sword formation? How can it be called a real white flame sword?

So immediately afterwards, with Qiansang as the center, all the giant trees within a radius of a hundred feet broke out from the ground. If you look down from a high altitude, countless bottomless black holes have appeared on the ground, and they are full of devastation.

Hundreds of spiritual trees abandoned the land under their feet and uprooted them. They were willing to fight for Xia Sheng, of course not because of this little human, but because of the poor mulberry.

If Forgetful Return to the Forest to the Forest to a country, then Qiongsang is the only king here. If the king has an order, how dare thousands of generals not obey?

The next moment, Xia Sheng took himself as the pivot of the sword formation, stood at the center, and used the wooden sword as the order, pointing directly to Chang Ming below, and said in a cold voice: "You can die."

Chang Ming is a swordsman. To him, the attractiveness of the White Flame Sword is far greater than that of Xia Sheng himself, so at this moment, he did not attack and wiped out this unusual young man with one sword from the beginning.

This comes from his obsession with kendo and also because he has absolute confidence in himself.

To be more precise, it comes from several unwritten iron laws in the world of practice.

No matter how incredible miracle Xia Sheng showed in front of Chang Ming's eyes today, no matter how shocking the identity Xia Sheng had, in the end, he was just a sword king at this time.

Even the spiritual tree behind him that looked quite extraordinary was only a king-level one.

Where is the opponent of a Sword Emperor?

As for the giant lizard egg that had been standing by the tree from the beginning, Chang Ming was too lazy to even look at it.

Could it be that the other party really wants to achieve the so-called cross-border killing?

Chang Ming felt funny in his heart. As a practitioner, did the other party not know that cross-border killing is impossible to achieve?

Or, it's just an illusory legend.

Just like before the Emperor level, martial artists within the same level could absolutely suppress spiritual practitioners.

These are all unbreakable iron laws in the world of practice

Unfortunately, Chang Ming did not know at this time that Xia Sheng had broken this so-called iron rule outside Baima Town three days ago, and he did not know how terrible the power would be when the White Flame Sword Formation was fully launched.

And the young man standing in front of him now is a legend.

At this time, he was still a little curious and even eager to try, so he made the most wrong choice.

Instead of drawing his sword, he stood out of thin air with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly to Xia Sheng.

"please."

At the same time when the word "Please" that Chang Ming said fell, the night before him suddenly turned into a piece of day.

It was like three thousand three hundred fireworks lit together, bursting out the brightest and final light.

The sudden light made Chang Ming's eyes blind, but he didn't even feel any fear or panic, and he didn't subconsciously pull out the long sword around his waist.

Because everything happened so quickly that he didn't feel anything. Before he could experience the exquisiteness of this sword formation, he no longer had the chance to light up the sword-shaped talisman on his wrist.

There was no loud noise in the forest, nor was there any shocking vision. It just made people feel that the night sky suddenly brightened for a moment.

In a moment, life and death are separated.

The moment the fireworks light up meant that their lives had come to an end. At this moment, the hundreds or thousands of towering trees in the air, after the light returned to annihilation, were all burned into ashes, floating around the Forgetful Forest, as if a heavy silver-gray snow was as follows.

Chang Ming fell to the ground and opened his eyes hard, but he could only see a darkness. The place below his neck had been smashed into pieces by a giant tree. The bones and his internal organs mixed together and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed.

Then, he closed his eyes with some regret.

ps: Thank you for Sui Mengyun’s reward of 100, and thank you for Wen Yanruhua’s reward of 100.
Chapter completed!