The level of aura in the Qingyuan world is 50-60% stronger than that in the Fengyun world.
And that suppressive force in the dark will undoubtedly have varying degrees of impact on cultivators.
Duan Zhen felt that the speed of his sword swing was a little slower than in the Fengyun World, and his body did not seem to be as comfortable as in the Fengyun World.
It was as if there was a squeezing and obscure feeling in the air that put him in chains.
But this will not affect Duan Zhen's powerful control over the body in the realm of seeing the gods.
When he was fighting against the night market vendors, he had already fully adapted to everything about the physical body, and could swing the knife smoothly and freely.
Just like the control power of Gene Lock that digs deep into the cellular level, Duan Zhen's ability to see God and be indestructible is enough to cope with the changes in the world at this level.
When he swings his long sword, he can still produce a destructive power that makes even the Dharma appear fearful.
Among the masters in Qingyuan Realm, whether they are human or weird, there is no such metaphysical thing as martial arts intention.
Each move was fought with violent force, and the moves were extremely rough.
There is no difference between strength and skill, heart and mind. You can overwhelm people purely with force, or you can defeat the enemy purely with moves and mind.
But Duan Zhen has both, and is undoubtedly far better than ordinary Dharma masters to some extent.
The force of his sword slashed down, just like the long river sloping with blood-red light, completely covering the strange red shadow.
"Although his sword skills are good, his strength is too weak."
The red shadow was strangely struck by Duan Zhen's sword light, and the long sword in his hand also set off sword lights one after another.
The field here exists for no apparent reason. There are patches of dim light all around, and only hazy shadows outside can be seen.
"Too weak?"
Duan Zhen sneered, and the sword in his hand still maintained the same strength, and was not at all disturbed by the other party's words.
At the same time, his feet continued to take strange steps.
If there is nothing, there is a strange and violent stamping around the red shadow.
"Boom boom boom!"
Although the ground was also covered by the field, it was still covered by his deep footprints.
Moreover, the sword skills in Duan Zhen's hands also changed with his steps, constantly triggering Hong Ying's weird moves.
Every time his feet moved, the footprints on the ground would become deeper.
Gradually, the entire ground seemed to rise up with an array of hidden principles and uncertain brightness.
Bagua Youshenbu! Fighting in all directions at night!
Duan Zhen actually used the Bagua Body Technique that he had not used for a long time, and the Great Evil King in his hand also used the Bagua Sword Technique.
Three consecutive moves of Qian, six breaks of Kun, shaking the bowl, and covering the bowl!
The middle part is empty, the middle part is full, the upper part is missing, the lower part is broken!
These footprints and the light of the sword completely responded to the Eight Trigrams.
Moreover, the footprints are still intertwining with each other, as if they are being inspired by the martial arts blood, and they are beginning to form an indelible formation like a knife-carving and axe-cut.
"You...what kind of sword technique is this?"
The strange Hongying felt that every time he drew his sword, he would be greatly hindered.
Although the despicable human race in front of him is not as powerful as himself, he can use the power of the sword to suppress his own attacks.
Every time it strikes out with a sword, it feels like it is difficult to exert its full power.
And as time goes by, its shape becomes more and more obscure.
"The sword technique to kill you."
After Duan Zhen finished the last phase of Bagua, the Great Evil King in his hand slowly came to a standstill.
At this time, his footprints had formed an array of hexagrams, and the strange red shadow was shrouded in the center.
The opponent's strength is indeed amazing, but his skills are much inferior.
Duan Zhen used the Bagua knife and body skills to fight with him while wandering around in an extremely slippery manner.
Tai Chi is round, Bagua is slippery, and the mind is poisonous.
The Eight Trigrams and Eight Phases, shrouded in ten directions!
As Duan Zhen's cultivation improved, these original martial arts moves gradually began to transcend their own constraints.
It began to evolve from art to law, and from law to Tao.
Hong Ying felt strangely that as Duan Zhen's figure paused, an unspeakable sense of oppression immediately rose up throughout his body.
When the power is operating, it is somewhat difficult to control it.
The next moment, it saw Duan Zhen leap forward again, and his strength actually became stronger than itself!
"No! My power has become weaker!"
Hong Ying resisted a few knives with strange difficulty, and immediately discovered the abnormality.
It looked at the tiny red footprints under its feet and was about to jump out of this range.
But Duan Zhen spent a lot of effort to get out of the Bagua array, how could he let it escape so easily?
After weakening some of the red shadow's weirdness, Duan Zhen was able to limit it to this place with ease.
The blame is that the other party was too confident and pulled himself into this closed field.
"Die."
Duan Zhen continued to fight fiercely with this strange creature for hundreds of moves, and finally restrained it to the point where it fell out of its legal form.
Then his strength suddenly increased, and his martial arts intention immediately unfolded.
"Boom boom boom!"
The gray light in this area seemed to be swallowed up in an instant, and a power flow that was the same as a strange aura arose around it.
Even when shrouded in thoughts, it is more extreme and irresistible than the weird aura.
Evil light, malice, evil thoughts.
A series of vague wails suddenly rose in the void, as if the heaven and earth began to cry.
The wind howled along with it, but it carried an extremely strong coldness.
The evil king's first calamity, the sky cries for destruction!
"This...what is this?"
Hong Ying has a strange life of killing and killing, his strength has reached the evil level, and his power exceeds that of ordinary Dharma masters.
But where has it seen such a scene before?
This human race's sword technique actually caused this kind of sorrow in the world and the blood of all things to rise in the depths of its soul.
That feeling didn't feel like a fantasy at all, but really impacted the depths of my soul.
The heaven and earth are destroyed, and all things wither!
How could the sword technique produce such incomprehensible power?
For a moment, it seemed to be numb and stayed in place, as if it was about to be killed by its neck.
"Um?"
But just when Duan Zhen's long knife was about to cut into the opponent's body, ripples suddenly rose in the surrounding closed field.
The outside light covers it, the sky is bright, and all the dark atmosphere completely disappears.
This strange red shadow relied on its own unique ability at the last moment to disperse this closed field.
But Duan Zhen's sword light, even if the space temporarily changed, has already sprinted firmly into its body.
"No! Impossible!"
Hong Ying was so surprised that he couldn't escape Duan Zhen's knife even if the scene changed.
Its body was immediately cut open from top to bottom, and streaks of hot fire enveloped its entire body like gangrene attached to its bones.
Flames arose in all directions, slowly melting its body with the intention of extermination.
"Nothing is impossible."
Duan Zhen put away his long sword and watched the opponent turn into a ball of light and shadow, his eyes looking coldly towards the center of the city.
A red light enveloped the entire city and began to gradually rise along the city lord's palace.
The life-suppressing formation is recovering!
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