The few figures standing alone on the plain are particularly dazzling.

The enchantress in green gauze painted her almost perfect eyebrows, the female swordsman and the female swordsman guarded the treasure chariot, the red-sleeved maid hummed a song, and the young gentleman drank wine.

It seems that Xue Fengdao and the others are relatively normal. Their pupils are dilated, their lips are trembling, and their knuckles are turning white from pinching them. This is the reaction they should have when facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

To destroy an army of 800,000 people, they can do it with a little effort and effort, but like Chen Yi, with a wave of his hand, 800,000 fresh lives were reduced to nothing...

They can't do it, they really can't do it.

When a thought arises and everything comes into being, this is nothing. When a thought disappears and everything becomes silent, it is not terrible. He killed many people, he was laughing and drinking, and his face did not change...

This is not a question of whether we are strong enough.

Eight hundred thousand human lives have not affected him in the slightest or caused the slightest emotional fluctuation. How cold and indifferent is this human heart?

In other words.

How firm is his Taoist heart?

When I make a decision, I will never regret it. I do whatever I want to do. From the moment my Tao sword is unsheathed, I don't care whether it's right or wrong, or whether there is karma.

The principles I realized from the "Supreme Jade Emperor's Heart Seal Sutra·Fragment".

The true meaning of the four words "Tai Shang Wang Qing" should be that one is still without emotion, and seems to have forgotten, that is, one has feelings in his heart, but is not affected by emotion, is not trapped by emotion, is open-minded and free and easy.

This way, Qingfeng's lineage has been cultivated wrongly.

…

I don't know what the young master said to the maid, but the latter suddenly ran away quickly, grabbed the other three people, and drove the chariot into the city. He looked towards the Nine Gods Killing Mortal Realm.

The nine people felt chills in their hearts and couldn't help but stumble back more than ten meters.

"Hold on!"

The Lord of Huangcheng took a deep breath and pretended to be calm: "If everyone swarms up, even if he is the sword god, he will not be able to kill all nine of us..."

"When his magic power is exhausted, he will also be doomed!"

Xue Fengdao nodded solemnly: "Yes, you must not hide your secrets. This guy's methods are quite tricky. Only by working together can we have a chance."

The rest responded one after another and silently adjusted their status.

Chen Yi allowed them to return to their peak before speaking calmly:

"Is the discussion over?"

The Nine Great Slayers were waiting in full formation, not even daring to take a breath.

Chen Yi took a few feet in one step and was in front of the nine people. He raised his arm, his five fingers were like eagle hooks, and the thunder in his heart gathered together, seemingly light, and hit the green-faced ghost king's chest.

Outside Tai'an City, this man insulted Dong Yunyue with his filthy words.

He remembers.

The lightning exploded, and the overflowing breath distorted the void.

Palm. Thunder in the heart!

The green-faced ghost king's eyelids twitched wildly, and he roared, his eyebrows bloomed, and layers of scales appeared on his chest. At the same time, he retreated step by step, but he was still unable to reach the golden light.

"boom!"

After just one blow, the supposedly indestructible Xuanwu armor collapsed into pieces and flew around. The Green Ghost King staggered back seven or eight steps and fell straight to the ground.

He lowered his head and took a look, and saw that there was a big hole in his chest, but no blood was visible. The charred flesh and blood were as black as coals, sizzling with arcs of electricity, his head tilted, and his breath was cut off.

The murderous intention of the remaining eight people who finally rolled out was like being poured down on their heads by a basin of biting cold water, extinguishing it invisible. Dong Yunyue and the others were also stunned.

One move.

The Green-faced Ghost King, who is also in the Mortal-Slaying Realm, has not even passed a single round under his opponent's hand. He has no time to even use his magic weapon and almost kills the same level instantly. Is this still a human being?

Chen Yi ignored everyone's shock and made another move. His heart was thundering, and he struck at the Dongtian Island Master.

The latter knew that there was no way to escape, and his expression was extremely ferocious: The great country is so close, and the splendid future is in front of him, how can he fail here and sink in the sand? He is unwilling to do so!

Gritting his teeth.

He hit Tianling with a whisk in his hand, holding a breath of resentment in his chest and throat, and directly broke his body into pieces: the ancient magical power of traveling the gods and controlling the air, but unfortunately, he only learned the superficial knowledge and was not good at it.

The thunder in his palm penetrated the Zhenzi Zhenling and was unscathed. Chen Yi was stunned for a second.

"You have the ability to destroy my true spirit!"

Xiang Mozi laughed angrily, and his laughter was full of pride: with the blessing of magical powers, he placed a trace of his true soul in the heaven and earth, turning it into ethereal nothingness, out of reach.

The disadvantage is that it can only exist in this form permanently in the future. After all, learning is incomplete.

The laughter stopped abruptly after only a few laughs: Chen Yi brought his finger to his mouth without any hesitation, bit it gently, and a drop of blood was forced out, and it turned out to be purple-red.

Those who watched the battle were puzzled by its meaning.

The owner of Dudu Cave Island, Xiang Jiezi, in his true spirit form, clearly saw that around the drop of purple blood essence, there was an invisible...Purple Sky Thunder Snake wrapped around it!

The snake's pupils are upturned, dark and indifferent, and he is swallowing the snake's message, but his petite and exquisite body is faintly exuding majestic and surging destructive energy. This energy tells Xiang Jianzi...

Will die!

"go."

Chen Yi flicked his finger, and the blood droplets shot toward the dragon. Everyone was shocked: can a mere drop of blood essence kill someone? Moreover, the kill was still in the Mortal Killing Realm?

The next second.

Burning Soul fled and gave the answer to Xiangzi.

Less than five feet.

Blood began to overflow from the seven orifices of the moth.

Less than three feet.

The moth fell forward without warning.

Finally to his body.

Everyone was unexpected: the drop of blood hit Xiang Jiezi, seeming to increase in weight by billions of kilograms out of thin air. There was a loud bang, and the earth fell into a deep pit.

Xiang Xiangzi was obviously exhausted. He was lying in the deep pit, like a grass carp that had been fished out of the bottom of the water. First he was jumping around, then he was struggling to death, and finally he was dying.

The world only sees the palm and the thunder in the heart that kills, but they don't know that the divine thunder attacks the soul and can only defeat the true spirit.

Natural enemy!

After crossing half the border to attack the city, there are only seven people left in the Zhan Morn Realm. They are all soldiers, staring at Xiang Bozi who has run out of gas and lamps, hoping that the opponent still has a trump card that he has not used yet.

Then, like a demon descending from the sky, he fought back against the terrifying young swordsman in a desperate situation... However, no miracle occurred, and Xiang Jiezi's true spirit finally disappeared into thin air.

The Lord of Huangcheng, Jiuque, looked at Chen Yi with complicated eyes, was silent for a while, and asked:

"Sword God...aren't you a sword practitioner?"

This swordsman recognized by the world, everyone thought that he only knew how to use swords. In fact, his Taoist and magical powers were the best of hundreds of schools of thought and were no weaker than swords.

"Just you? You are not worthy of me drawing my sword."

"master!"

At this time.

Red Musk's voice suddenly came from the tower: "Sister Qingyu said that she stewed the ribs when she left the palace and expected them to be cooked soon. She asked you to make a quick decision. She is hungry."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and made a gesture towards the city with his left index finger.

It means one hundred breaths.

"Don't you want to see my sword? It just so happens that my maid is in a hurry to go to dinner. You should use all your cards. I will use my sword to avoid wasting time."

None of the seven talked nonsense, because in this situation, there was no point in talking more: they quickly formed an encirclement and locked up the young master with the sword at his waist.

Chen Yi's fingertips crossed the edge of the sword and flicked it lightly.

"Qiang!"

The sound of the sword was clear and crisp, and the sword energy spread like water waves. He nodded his chin slightly, indicating to the other party to strike first: the seven of them did not show any pretense of politeness, and directly launched their killing moves.

In an instant.

Magical weapons and treasures with different shapes appear in the world, and unparalleled dharma bodies rise and float in the vast void, evolving their own laws, the purple energy stretches, and the world trembles.

"kill!"

Seven Killings were coming. Chen Yi grasped the hilt of the sword, moved his lips slightly, and his eyebrows were full of sword energy, overflowing: "This sword, Guixu, the undead can be called the second in the world."

"Qiang!"

An earth-shattering sword energy rose up from the ground without any warning. Almost at the same time, Xue Fengdao of the Demon Sealing Palace, who bore the brunt of the attack, was killed on the spot by the first wave of sword energy.

Thirtieth breath.

With Chen Yi as the center, countless fierce sword energy suddenly rose across the ground, and it was as spectacular as a fountain gushing out. Such a strange phenomenon was truly shocking to the people!

The fiftieth breath.
To be continued...