The moment he saw the other person's appearance clearly, Zhong Wen's heart beat suddenly.
What kind of eyes are these?
The silver-gray whites of the eyes, the bright yellow pupils, and the countless criss-crossing bloodshot eyes all around them, looked nothing like human eyes.
The wrinkles on his face are even more dense and ubiquitous, making him look haggard and vicissitudes of life.
Even on the old man Kunbei, Zhong Wen had never seen so many wrinkles.
More importantly, from the eyes of this ancestor of the human race, he could not read any vitality or vitality, only endless decadence and gloom.
For him, life seemed not pleasant, but more like an unbearable burden.
"Just now you said that I am not the same type of person as you."
The leader of Tianyan suddenly said, "In fact, on the contrary, you are more like me than anyone else."
Zhong Wen did not answer, but just used his soul power desperately, stacking all the stackable BUFFs, and vigorously activated the Wuji Emperor Sword, trying to lock the world with one blow.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the Imperial Sword seemed to have hit an indestructible invisible wall and could no longer move forward.
After the mask shattered, the aura of the leader of the Sky Eye actually increased instead of decreasing!
"In thousands of years, you are the first to be able to push me to this point."
The leader of the Heavenly Eyes continued, "To show my respect, let me tell you why direction is the most powerful force in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, his strange eyes suddenly emitted an unprecedented dazzling light. His whole person was like a burning star, hot, bright, arrogant, lonely, but existing so strongly.
Under the dazzling light, the originally powerful Wuji Emperor Sword began to shake violently, as if it was under unimaginable pressure.
"You fuse the weight of billions of swords together, not only to increase its power, but also to form an extremely powerful traction force, and then use your physique, martial arts and spiritual skills to increase it, so as to curb the opponent's actions. The purpose is indeed a fantastic idea.”
The leader of Tianyan slowly commented on Zhong Wen's spiritual skills, "But have you ever thought that as long as there is force, there will be a direction, and the direction of all things is under my control."
As he spoke, the Wuji Emperor Sword slowly turned its head, pointing directly at Zhong Wen's position.
"so what?"
Zhong Wen's face gradually darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The so-called control of direction is just a type of ability. In the end, it is one's own strength that determines victory or defeat."
"Couldn't be more true."
The leader of the Sky Eye suddenly laughed, and there were actually a few more wrinkles on his already old face. His smile was extremely weird, "As long as you are strong enough, you can indeed ignore many special abilities, but have you ever thought about a problem?"
"what is the problem?"
Zhong Wen's face became increasingly ugly, and he felt that he had faintly lost control of the Wuji Emperor Sword.
"Even if you fight for strength."
The golden light in the palm of the Heavenly Eye Cultist's palm suddenly surged. He flicked his index finger and suddenly laughed, "You are no match for me!"
Before he could finish his words, the Wuji Emperor Sword had already "swiftly" disappeared.
"puff!"
Zhong Wen's expression changed. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. When he lowered his head, he saw the Wuji Emperor Sword piercing his chest with lightning speed.
"you……"
He was about to open his mouth to curse a few words, but he felt his head was dizzy, his limbs were limp, he staggered, and he could no longer stand steadily. He fell directly to the bottom of the gray tower with no end, and soon turned into a human eye. Small black dots that cannot be captured.
The leader of the Heavenly Eyes actually used the same method to retaliate against him, using the Wuji Emperor Sword fused by Zhong Wen to launch a fierce counterattack, piercing his heart with the sword.
After doing all this, his face turned slightly pale, and several wrinkles appeared on his face unknowingly. An unconcealable look of fatigue flashed in his eyes, and even his breathing became slightly faster. That moment just now It is obviously not easy to counterattack.
"Are you really not dead?"
Just listen to him murmuring to himself, "What a tenacious boy, I want to see how many times you can be resurrected!"
After that, he waved his right arm, and the Wuji Emperor Sword came to his side obediently, acting extremely docile. How could it be like Zhong Wen's spiritual skill?
"puff!"
Unexpectedly, before he could control the Wuji Emperor Sword to pursue him, the leader of the Heavenly Eyes suddenly trembled, his face turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and he opened his mouth and spat out a golden blood arrow.
At this moment, he showed weakness and malaise from head to toe, as if he had aged millions of years in an instant. The Wuji Emperor Sword lost control and fell straight down in a free fall. After a long time, there was an earth-shattering sound of impact. , the entire gray tower shook violently.
"Is it that bitch from the underworld?"
He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Whatever the vicious method, it is still eroding my body to this day."
After saying that, he flashed and disappeared instantly.
…
"I go!"
In the world of spiritual consciousness, Cao Wei, who woke up, stared blankly at the empty scene in front of him. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He couldn't help but jump to his feet and yelled, "Where is the Sword Tomb?"
Not long ago, the "Sword Tomb" that held billions of swords had disappeared, as if it had never appeared, leaving only a bare Gobi desert. At a glance, it was indescribable desolation and loneliness.
Is it a dream?
There was never a sword tomb?
Such an idea jumped out of the mind of the seven-year-old child instinctively.
However, this idea was quickly overturned by himself. Xingchen Wuji, who gradually became successful in cultivation because he had to break his arms and legs many times, was still firmly in his mind, so clear and profound that it even formed a muscle memory. , my whole body aches when I think about it.
It seems that the so-called sword tomb is just a test given to me by my master. Once I accept the inheritance, it will automatically disappear.
After searching around for a long time, he still couldn't find any sword. Cao Wei squatted on the ground in frustration, listlessly guessing what happened.
For him, who had begun to regard himself as the "Master of the Sword Tomb", losing the Sword Tomb was undoubtedly a great loss.
That’s all!
Being able to receive Master’s inheritance is already a huge blessing. How could I ask for more?
Besides, no matter how many swords there are, you can only use one at a time, so what's the use of having so many?
After all, I still have Master’s Star Sword...
While comforting himself, Cao Wei reached out to touch the sword at his waist, but he missed it. His face suddenly changed, and his expression became extremely ugly.
Damn it!
Did you even take away the Star Sword?
Master, you teach me sword skills, at least leave a sword for your disciple!
Otherwise, I can't even get out of this neighborhood, so how can I become famous in the cultivation world and carry forward your unique knowledge?
Cao Wei lay weakly on the ground, his eyes dull, staring blankly at the clouds passing by in the sky, and his whole body fell into an unprecedented EMO.
…
"puff!"
In the face-to-face fight between the fist and the stick, Lin Xiaodie vomited blood again. Her delicate body flew out involuntarily and hit the ground hard. She was so dizzy that she couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.
This was already the thirty-seventh time she had been knocked out, and the blood she spat out could form a large pool of water.
On the opposite side, Amen still held the stick with both hands and took smart little steps under his feet. His expression was relaxed and he was at ease. Not even a drop of sweat was shed, not to mention blood.
In this one-on-one contest, the gatekeeper completely suppressed Lin Xiaodie.
You must know that Lin Xiaodie today is not the cute lolita from Qingfeng Mountain back then, but a peak powerhouse who can conquer the top Chaos Realm and can even come and go from the Sky City with ease.
This shows that the strength of Amen, a three-generation human race, has already reached an unbelievable level.
"Come again!"
Lin Xiaodie stood up unsteadily, patted the corners of her clothes, waved her pink fist again, and gritted her teeth.
After being hit hard for thirty-seven times in a row, her morale didn't seem to be affected much. Instead, she seemed to be getting stronger with each defeat.
"Why bother?"
Looking at her charming face, Amen couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, "No matter how fast I recover, doesn't it hurt to be beaten?"
"pain?"
A trace of contempt flashed in Lin Xiaodie's eyes, and her nose wrinkled slightly, "Hitting me with this little stick is like tickling me, but it's not enough to loosen my muscles and bones."
She wasn't just showing off her words. After all, the pain caused by her body exploding and dying countless times on the psychic seabed had already tempered her will to be as hard as iron. It couldn't be conquered by just a few sticks. ?
"You don't mind it, but I'm a little tired of it."
Amen frowned, "But this invincible physique is a bit troublesome."
"Is it?"
Lin Xiaodie suddenly smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth were charming, "If you find it troublesome, why don't you just let me in?"
"No, no, I'm afraid of being punished by the leader."
Amen shook his head and said, "It's better to get rid of you as soon as possible."
"Then let's take a look..."
The smile on Lin Xiaodie's face gradually faded away, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes, "Do you have what it takes?"
"I am lazy by nature and don't like to make things complicated."
The expression on Amen's face did not change at all. His feet suddenly moved slightly. For some reason, he suddenly appeared in front of Lin Xiaodie. He pulled the stick back in his hand and then swung it out fiercely. The speed was so fast that even his consciousness could not catch it. "It's better to keep it simple."
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Lin Xiaodie's entire right arm detached from her body, flew high, and fell far away. Blood spurted out again, swaying like rain.
