The sword in the puppet's hand is closely related to its body.
Even if the core is not broken, Zhao Chun cannot shatter it with the tenacity of Everlasting Ember!
She blocked the puppet sword moves one after another, and was thinking about how to break it.
The Gengjin Sword Intent can leave scars on the puppet's torso, presumably breaking through the outer defenses and directly destroying the core.
The current plan is more important than how to break the puppet's chest after parrying the sword move.
After all, the black-clothed puppet had Fenxuan's strength. His speed and strength were both superior to Zhao Chun's. At this time, he was pressing forward step by step. The distance between the two was never more than two feet.
But what Zhao Chun was thinking was that he had to distance himself first.
She didn't look panicked, she just raised her hand to seal the seal, and saw a flash of silver-white sword energy. In an instant, she rushed to Zhao Chun's feet. She suddenly jumped up, and in the blink of an eye, she escaped four to five feet away. At the same time, He saw her again and commanded, using the Qi Sword and Magic Sword clone, and the gleaming silver-white sword floated beside him.
With Zhao Chun's current strength, it is not easy to clone thousands of magic swords. Now he only summoned one, but it was filled with thousands of magic swords. It was sharp and sharp, and it seemed to tear apart everything around it as it passed through!
The avatar of the Imperial Sword is on top, and Chang Jin is in his hand. Zhao Chun's intention is beyond words, he wants the Qi Sword, Body Sword, and the Body Sword to move in parallel to attack the enemy at the same time!
"go!"
Hearing her roar, the clone of the magic sword pierced the long wind, causing repeated explosions to echo in the building. The sword's edge was as cold as cold rain, and it was instantly fighting with the puppet.
Zhao Shun took this opportunity and jumped up, slashing down with his sword, straight into the puppet's chest.
However, the puppet in black was not in a hurry. During the fight with the Fajian clone, he waved his hand and formed a long sword in his hand, one on the left and one on the right, just in time to defend Zhao Xuan and the Fajian clone.
It can be said to be watertight!
Seeing this, she immediately gave up her entanglement. Changjin pushed upwards to block the puppet's falling sword, and then stepped away. With a move of two fingers, the magic sword clone also disappeared in front of the puppet.
This method consumes a lot of real energy. Zhao Shun was distracted and looked inside, and found that there was about 30% of the real energy left in his dantian, and only half a quarter of an hour had passed since the war started!
"If you can't hold on for a long time, you'll have to look for other means!"
She made a prompt decision, suddenly concentrated on herself, and muttered words, and the clones of thousands of magical swords suddenly appeared behind her, like a rain of swords.
Following Zhao Chun's summons, the magic sword clones formed a three-part formation, and all approached the puppet. The three swords were closely aligned, and they attacked the puppet with continuous slashes. However, they did not forget to consider their own core at the time, even though there were thousands of magic swords. With all the clones present, they can't get close enough.
The longer the time passed, the more the true energy in her body was consumed. Seeing that the puppet was struggling to resist the sword rain, Zhao Chun followed the previous method and raised his sword to kill.
The Xingnu puppet held a sword in each hand, and moved it with ease. Knowing that she was approaching step by step, he raised his sword to defend himself. However, Zhao Chun changed the sword force this time, suddenly switching from slashing to pushing horizontally, and slammed the puppet The left arm struck outwards, causing a huge shock to his arm, and half of his chest lost its defense.
This is not enough!
Zhao Chun had a thought in his mind, and in the brilliant silver light, hundreds of magical swords were gathered together into one, and the sword's edge was turned to block his right arm.
The puppet knew that it was in a critical situation, so he pushed back with both arms to be on guard. However, Zhao Chun had expected it, and while urging the magic sword clone to twist his right arm, he used more force to restrain his left hand.
There seemed to be a stalemate, but when she heard her shout softly, a sharp light escaped from the center of her eyebrows, and the Little Sword of Knowledge penetrated straight into the middle of the puppet's chest!
Suddenly there was more than two inches!
And the tip of the sword of knowledge has already touched the core!
The surging spiritual power escaped in response to the sound of the shell shattering. The body of the Star Slave puppet was shaking violently. The power to counter Zhao Shun instantly increased by several points, causing her to exert force on her arms to block it, and she gradually began to feel pain. Climbing up, it seems like you are going to break your own muscles and bones!
No stopping!
If you stop, all your efforts will be wasted!
She shouted, her eyes widened, and she suddenly moved forward, and the sea of consciousness almost came out with all her strength, and the sword of consciousness condensed with the Gengjin Sword Intent pressed in even three inches!
The real energy flowing through Zhao Chun's body was as hard to stop as a rushing river. The thought of never stopping lingered in his mind, and the sword of consciousness still wouldn't stop after it penetrated three inches.
Three inches!
Four inches!
Five inches!
The pulsating core of a quail's egg is like glass shattering, crackling into pieces, and the spiritual energy inside rolls out and gathers into a vortex in the Star Reaching Tower.
boom!
Zhao Shun lay on his back and fell down together with the black-clothed puppet. The feeling of weakness in his limbs and trunk made him drowsy.
There was a muffled sound of breaking all around, and the flat ground beneath him began to fall into an abyss. Finally, a three-foot-square suspended stone platform was left with Zhao Chun as the center.
She raised her eyes and looked up. A curtain seemed to be unfolding above her head, and the stars were pouring down from the sky. The bright stars seemed to be within reach.
Is such a grand scene worthy of being shared with others?
Zhao Shun suddenly felt the loneliness of going up to a tall building alone.
A gentleman's caution in independence is the bottom line of adhering to the general ethics.
Monks should be cautious about being alone. When walking alone on the road, they should keep their original intention and not be moved by distracting thoughts.
"There is nothing outside the heart. Without the spiritual heart, all things in the world, ghosts and gods do not exist... Raise your head three feet and then return to the mind. This magical power is the way to the soul."
The fog seemed to be pushed away by a big hand, and Zhao Chun gradually began to understand. She was reaching out to reach for the stars, but she saw two stars in the vast galaxy that were particularly bright and bright.
"That is……"
Suddenly, billions of stars fell and dimmed, and those two bright stars merged into a pair of eyes, making Zhao Chun extremely familiar.
Eyes full of hate!
Before she could be shocked, she saw a sharp light shooting out of her eyes, splitting like a sea of consciousness between her eyebrows.
The pain of tearing came rolling over, and Zhao Shun felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and his consciousness began to disappear...
…
In the Star-Zhaing Tower, under the Baibu Monument.
Everyone crowded together just to see what happened when they reached the top.
Master Qingyang even stroked his beard and concentrated, his gaze fixed on the monument like a torch.
While many stars are flashing at the base of the stele, the star hanging high on the top of the stele is like an emperor, suppressing the surrounding areas.
Suddenly, it moved!
It also touches the hearts of countless people and keeps flashing on the top of the monument.
Accompanied by overwhelming exclamations, it jumped out from the monument and faintly flew upwards...
"Move, move! This person actually succeeded in climbing to the top!"
"If it's as I thought, I have to report it to Master quickly and stop this person and make friends with him."
With all kinds of thoughts, their eyes followed the star, but to everyone's surprise, when it floated halfway up, it disappeared into the air like a spark extinguishing...
Silence.
There was a sudden silence in the surrounding area, even worse than when Zheng Shaoyou appeared.
The strange situation that had never happened before shocked all the monks and caused many speculations.
As for the one hundred and twenty-eight entrances, no one has climbed to the top for a long time.
"Is he...dead?"
"How is it possible that no monk has ever died during the construction of the Star Picking Tower?"
"Then how do you explain the current scene? The stars have just dissipated!"
Qingyang and Zheng Shaoyou looked at each other, feeling uneasy in their hearts.
