Why is time always connected with time?
Because time always flies away at the speed of light.
Why are life and death always in opposition?
Because all human beings are born toward death, and there is no way to avoid it.
Why do the stars and rivers circulate and all living beings have the Dharma?
Because the great road to love is always ruthless, grinding the world.
However, what kind of power can stop the flow of time and solidify the moment of glory?
What kind of power can break the mystery of life and death and reverse the order of yin and yang?
What kind of power can be ruthless to the extreme and leave traces of the common people?
There is only one sword, just one sword!
This sword is the answer!
"Sword Twenty-Three..."
Jiang Zhiwei's bright and beautiful face showed a hint of stiffness and astonishment that she had never seen before.
She had also redeemed this sword move in the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, but it was still difficult to use it.
But he never thought that at this moment, Duan Zhen, who had always claimed that his swordsmanship was mediocre, would actually use this absolute sword of the soul.
Compared with the light of her sword that has begun to burn, it is like fireflies and the bright moon, dust and the universe.
Woooooooo!
In the room where the two of them were, a very subtle roar suddenly rose.
And the surrounding environment is becoming increasingly dim and blurry.
There is no sky, no earth, no mountains and rivers, no sun, moon and stars, no four seasons, no living things.
It was as if at this moment, everything had turned into a hazy shadow.
You can see it, but you can no longer touch it.
At this time, a crystal clear brilliance has risen from his body, which is completely opposite to all the nothingness around him.
The sword energy at his fingertips met the void without any hindrance, and passed through the glorious light of the sword's selfless evolution.
Not a sound rose, nor any life emerged.
The surrounding tables and chairs, burned out incense, fluttering curtains, air, dust, night, and Jiang Zhiwei holding a long sword.
All of this has become a fixed pattern in his eyes.
It seemed like just a few more pokes would tear it apart completely.
Everything began to freeze, as if time truly stood still at this moment.
Using the power of the soul to briefly interfere with a field's time can slow it down or even freeze it.
This is the endless power of the 23rd style of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!
If the Heavenly Sword represents the metaphysical and coincides with the realm of the movement of heavenly principles, then this twenty-three style sword is a completely demonic sword.
The passage of time, the rotation of life and death, and all living things are inherently permanent.
And this sword must be used in an extraordinary way to stop the ordinary actions of the day!
"My soul..."
Duan Zhen concentrated on the sword and felt that his mind was about to drift away to an infinitely high level.
It seemed as if he was about to leave the physical body, but he could not completely transcend it.
His body froze suddenly, and there was a trace of blood in his eyes.
"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"
His heart was beating to an extremely violent level at this time, and layers of fine and terrifying wounds suddenly appeared on his body.
And he felt that there was a mysterious power dissipating rapidly in his mind.
That is the power of his soul.
Under this sword, even if he relied on the inner spiritual thoughts of the Great Evil King, everything about him began to burn.
"So powerful..."
Duan Zhen muttered to himself, while blood spilled out.
His body began to repair itself under the power of the fourth level of Gene Lock.
But in the perception at the cellular level, there is a situation where even genes are about to collapse.
Twenty-three Heaven-Destroying Jedi Swords can only be used by the soul of the Yuan Shen.
He was unable to use it, but with the help of the spiritual thoughts contained in the Great Evil King, and relying on his own synchronization to move, even his physical body was affected.
"Brother Duan! Stop it!"
Just when Duan Zhenzhen was about to withdraw his sword moves and dissipate the infinite power that was about to freeze this moment, anxious shouts came from the outside world.
He turned around and saw the figures of Meng Qi and others outside the door.
They were anxious and annoyed, and tried their best, but still could not break the scene that was frozen like a painting at that moment.
"Boom boom boom!"
Duan Zhen glanced at Jiang Zhiwei, who couldn't even shake his eyes, and finally touched the evil king again, taking back all his power.
The sense of light returns, and sounds and colors enter the heart.
It was as if time had been set right again and it was back to running wildly.
Immediately afterwards there was a thud, and the Bai Hong Sun Sword turned into fragments and landed crisply on the ground.
After just one breath, the fragments and even the hilt and spikes were completely turned into powder.
Jiang Zhiwei staggered a few steps and was supported by Meng Qi and others behind her.
"Zhiwei! Are you okay?"
Meng Qi looked at Jiang Zhiwei who seemed to have lost her mind with concern, his eyes filled with anxiety.
He closed his eyes for a moment and found that the other party had no wounds, but he still didn't come back to his senses.
"She's fine, I'll stop."
Duan Zhen's voice came one after another, but it was a little loud.
Everyone immediately looked at him and saw that Duan Zhen was in pieces.
Even his eyes turned into a mess of blood.
"this..."
When Zhao Heng and Qi Zhengyan saw this, their hearts skipped a beat and their brows furrowed.
Ruan Yushu also whispered, covering his mouth in disbelief.
They originally thought that Jiang Xiaowei was injured by Duan Zhen, but when they turned around and saw Duan Zhen's physical state at this moment, the anger that had just risen in their hearts immediately disappeared.
Instead, he became a little ashamed.
"Brother Duan, your body..."
Meng Qi was also shocked when he saw this scene.
He quickly opened the storage magic weapon and prepared to take out the healing elixir inside.
Speaking of which, Jiang Zhiwei turned back late at night to find Duan Zhen and they had discussed it together.
On the one hand, it can completely reveal Duan Zhen's strength, and on the other hand, it can also allow Jiang Zhiwei to observe different sword techniques.
The Taishang Sword Classic of Xijian Pavilion emphasizes the acceptance of swords from hundreds of schools of thought and integrating them into one's heart.
And under the interaction of aura, Duan Zhen was not ridiculously strong.
Unexpectedly, not long after Jiang Zhiwei entered the room, and only a few breaths into the fight, the situation would become so serious.
Everyone had a real understanding of the sword move of Sword Twenty-Three at the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Jiang Zhiwei even exchanged it, but it is currently difficult to use evolution.
That is an extremely powerful swordsmanship that can only be deployed at least to the peak of the exterior scene and even the body of the law without damaging itself.
Unexpectedly, Duan Zhen could also do it, and he also evolved it directly.
At this time, could he have begun to suffer backlash?
"I'm fine too, just a minor wound."
Duan Zhen shook his head, and the roaring sound began to return to its original state.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that his body began to close up while breathing, and the horrific wounds were healing straight away.
The split and bleeding eyes were moving on their own.
Within ten breaths, Duan Zhen seemed to be unscathed and returned to normal.
But there is still a blood mark between his eyebrows, which seems to be bleeding and cannot be fully recovered.
"ah!"
Ruan Yushu suddenly let out a low cry and avoided his eyes with a blush on his face.
When the sword was used, even Duan Zhen's body was riddled with holes, not to mention his clothes.
At this time, there was really no trace of hair left, and the skin was still stained with blood.
His body was polished to perfection, and every muscle was full of visual shock.
Coupled with the blood flowing freely between his eyebrows, he really looked like a demon god emerging from the blood.
"Abrupt."
Duan Zhen scolded Ruan Yushu, who had avoided looking at him, and then casually pulled a piece of rough silk cloth to cover his body.
Textile technology has also advanced in this era, and there is still no shortage of cloth.
He walked forward calmly, ignoring Ruan Yushu who was carefully retreating, and looked at Jiang Zhiwei who was still stunned.
He touched the wound between his eyebrows that was still unhealed, and his brows began to wrinkle.
Could it be that this sword, which even he couldn't master, hurt Jiang Zhiwei's soul?
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