Ye Futian stood there, in the storm of sword intent, and endless sword intent penetrated his body, and even his spiritual will seemed to be in the sword intent of separation and hatred.

At this moment, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had been baptized by the medicinal bath and had the pain of endless disaster. At that time, he almost collapsed many times and reached the critical point.

Jiang Sheng's medicine bath was constantly breaking the limit, with the physical body endured, and the spiritual will endured, making him infinitely close to the disaster of the holy path.

Today, Wangchuan actually gave him a sense of similarity, which shows that Wangchuan's sword intent is also infinitely close to the level of the holy path, and the holy realm is one step away.

However, even though he had endured the medicinal bath, the sword intent today could not really shake him.

Not enough.

In his mind, the storm of disaster transformed by his spiritual will also seem to become stronger. His body roared and his whole body was bright, as if he was homophonic with the Dao. Ye Futian's eyes were extremely sharp, as if he was about to pierce the Dao. He walked forward one more step. He wanted to see how strong Wangchuan's limit was and whether he could shake him.

Such an opponent may be difficult to encounter in the Xia Emperor Realm besides Xia Qingyuan.

Wangchuan also looked at Ye Futian, and his body inherited the Tao. Ye Futian's realm was actually far from his level, but he was able to withstand the attack of Tao with flesh and blood. In this way, it was difficult for the Xia Emperor Realm to find a second person. He didn't know whether Xia Qingyuan could do it because he had never fought.

But he was still as calm as water. Every time he took a step, his sword intent became stronger. A terrifying storm emerged in the space between the two, and the sharp roar was even a little harsh.

Wang Chuan stretched out his palm, and he looked straight ahead, and the endless sword intent of the Tao condensed in front of his palm, where it seemed that a sword was growing out bit by bit.

"If you can inherit this sword, if you can inherit this sword, no one will defeat you in the holy realm." Wangchuan said, and the sword in front of his palm gradually condensed into shape, and the sword spirit he exhaled and pierced through the void. Ye Futian felt like his body was about to tear apart. At this moment, the pressure he was under exceeded that of the medicinal bath.

This should be the so-called extreme of the saint. People in the Xia Emperor Realm claim that Wangchuan has the ultimate strength of the saint. In fact, it is not a false statement. He does have this qualification.

The only regret is that Wangchuan met himself. Even though he was the ultimate saint, he could only be the saint.

This space seems to be solidified, everything seems to be about to stop flowing. This is Ye Futian's rule power affecting this space, but it still cannot stop the flow of sword intent. The opponent's sword intent is above his rule level.

Ye Futian also stretched out his palm, and the regular long halberd was shining brightly throughout, and he sucked and spit out the pressure of destroying everything from the long sacrifice.

Wangchuan waited until Ye Futian's long halberd condensed and formed, and he set out his sword.

With a simple sword, he seemed to be transformed into one with the sword. This sword came out and it was the real sword.

A brilliant sword light appeared between heaven and earth, and the airflow around it was shattering, and everything turned into nothingness.

The space is filled with a true sense of suffocation. A sword is born, and everything in the world is destroyed. Only this sword.

At this time, Ye Futian's body was overwhelming. Even though his realm was not as good as Wangchuan and he had never realized the power of Tao, he continued to have a terrifying momentum when he stepped on his feet. On his body, the light of the rules flowed and merged into the long halberd.

Seeing the opponent's sword come out, his long halberd also stabbed forward straight, and the bright light flowed. Under the destructive sword intent, a vortex black dot appeared. Every time the long halberd advances, the general trend becomes stronger.

No matter how strong your sword is, I will destroy it with one halberd.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, the two of them actually only launched this attack. They were already at the peak of the holy realm. One person cultivated a sword and the other person cultivated a halberd. All the abilities they cultivated could be integrated into it and turned into a sword and a halberd that exploded. Why did they need any complicated means?

Therefore, from beginning to end, a single blow is enough.

The sword and the halberd collided together, and thousands of sword intentions turned into Taoism, and the long halberd torn apart inch.

Under the long halberd, the sword path collapsed and the sword was also shattered inch by inch.

A terrifying storm penetrated the bodies of the two. If they were just the top sages in the thirty-third level of the world, they would probably be torn and to pieces, but their bodies were still moving forward. After the sword was broken, Wangchuan used his finger to replace the sword. After the long halberd was broken, Ye Futian rushed out with his flesh and blood fist, and the heaven and earth roared.

The fist and finger collided in an instant. At this moment, endless sword intent pierced through the fist and wandered into the fist. A series of sword lights burst out from his body. Similarly, the fist broke through the opponent's fingertips and blasted into Wangchuan's body, making a violent roar.

A dull sound came out, and the two of them seemed to be still. The battle below had ended before the rest of their lives. Everyone looked at the battlefield above and looked at the two still figures.

The situation seemed a little strange at this moment. Ye Futian's body was flowing strangely, and the sword energy passed through his body, while the sword intent on Wangchuan's body disappeared at this moment.

Who wins and who loses?

The destructive air flow surrounding the two of them finally dissipated. A terrible luster flowed from Ye Futian's body, and a thunderous sound was made in his body. Finally, the sword intent completely dissipated and disappeared.

It seems that he is not injured by the sword intent.

The white hair flew in the void, and his eyes were still full of spirit, staring at the silence of the river ahead.

"Cough..." Wang Chuan coughed, and then blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. At this moment, the heart of Jian Xiu below trembled violently, and his face was as pale as paper.

Senior brother, did you actually lose?

The first person under the Heavenly Saint of Liheng is unparalleled in swordsmanship. Elder Liheng Tian is called the one under the Holy Realm, one person in the Wanchuan is the realm.

Now, blood was overflowing from his mouth, and his breath was rapidly weakening, as if it had become depressed, and even his body seemed to be hunched over.

This feeling is like a moment, from extraordinary to saint, and then falling into the mortal world.

Wangchuan turned around and stepped on the void. His steps were very slow and not big. He seemed to have completely turned into an ordinary person, and he did not have the spirit of the previous heaven.

Walking to the palace, he sat down where he was before, Wangchuan closed his eyes.

There is no doubt that he lost.

He had already entered the semi-saint realm and had almost realized the truth, but he was unable to destroy Ye Futian. However, the opponent's attack severely injured him. At this time, his internal organs were shaking, and there was no need to know how much trauma was in his body, so his breath was weakened to this point.

At this time, Wangchuan echoed his path of cultivation. He became famous at a young age. Since he entered the Heaven of Liheng, he has attracted much attention. He has gone all the way up, entered the thirty-third level of heaven, and worshipped under the Lord of Liheng Sword.

Five years ago, he entered the realm of a top-ranked wise king. At that time, Lihentian had few enemies.

Two years ago, he defeated everyone under the Heavenly Saint of Lihen, and few even allowed him to use the second sword.

At that time, he was hailed as the ultimate saint.

But he knew that he was now the ultimate saint, and he was only one step away from the holy realm.

He knew very clearly that if he walked all the way forward, even without Ye Futian, he would have come naturally one day. He broke through the realm and entered the holy path, and defeated Ye Futian today.

Ye Futian appeared in the upper realm sky for not long, but he was very famous. Emperor Xia and Xia Qingyuan valued it at the same time. When Xiao fought, no one was worthy of the Lihentian sword cultivator. Wangchuan knew at that time that Ye Futian would be a rare opponent, and even the possibility of defeat in a battle with him.

However, he still invited Ye Futian to fight in the thirty-third heaven. If Ye Futian fought all the way to the thirty-third heaven, swept across the Lihentian Sword Cultivator, and even defeated him, what would happen to the Lihentian Sword Cultivator, and what would he do?

Is it because of this that the sword heart is damaged and the sword art is lacking?

Just now, he was defeated and his heart was shaken. With the semi-saint realm, he could not shake Ye Futian. How could he not shake his mind?

Everyone in the world will know that this failure and reputation will be damaged. How can it not be affected?

There is no one under the Heavenly Saint of Liheng. This is the first holy land of swordsmanship in the Xia Emperor Realm. After today, he will be covered with dust and dirt because of him. How can he not affect the heart of Tao?

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and thought, and in an instant, countless thoughts arose in his mind.

When practicing swordsmanship, is it to cultivate fame, profit, or mind.

"If you are confused by it, you will cut it off with one sword." On the palace of Juefeng in Void, the voice of the Lord of Lihen Sword came out, and Wangchuan's heart was shaken. He thought of the sword he had cultivated and the teacher's teachings he had taught him.

Fame, fortune, reputation, and everything in the world are like clouds. Who can be invincible when practicing the great way?

Wangchuan looked up, looked at the Lord of Lihen Sword, and smiled and said, "Teacher, I understand."

After saying that, he looked up at the void. At this moment, the already weak aura suddenly became extremely powerful. The sword in an instant and the sword intent was above the nine heavens.

He sat there, his body straight, and a voice from his mouth: "After today, there will be one less fame and fortune in the world, and above the sword path, I am a vain river."

Failure will lead to enlightenment.

Above the sky, there is a great sword tribulation that falls from the sky. In an instant, the clouds of the sky move, and the wind and clouds change in the sky.

"Holy Tribulation." Ye Futian looked up at the sky, and there was a slight turmoil in his heart. They stepped onto the Heaven of Liheng and penetrated the thirty-third level of heaven. However, Wangchuan took advantage of the momentum to enter the holy path and sublimate his mood.

The delusion of the river enters the Tao with defeat.

At this moment, Ye Futian felt a sense of absurdity, as if he was struggling in his heart.

"Thank you." At this time, Wangchuan looked straight ahead and looked at Ye Futian.

Ye Futian's expression was even more complicated, not just him, but even those sword cultivators in the thirty-third level of heaven were the same.

Senior Brother Wangchuan, is he using himself as a mirror?

At this moment, a straight gaze shot towards Ye Futian and the others. Ye Futian seemed to be aware of it, looked up at the void, and the Lord of Lihen Sword looked at them.

The Lord of Lihen Sword looked at Ye Futian. At this glance, Ye Futian felt as if he had been seen through by the other party, and saw his inner doubts and struggles.

Then, the Lord of Lihen Sword looked at Ye Wuchen behind him again. A sword fell from the sky, hanged down, and shot straight towards Ye Wuchen.

This sword bloomed from the body of the Lord of Lihen Sword.

Ye Futian's expression changed. He turned around in horror and looked at Ye Wuchen. He saw that the sword penetrated directly through Ye Wuchen's body. In an instant, Ye Wuchen's entire body was surrounded by an unparalleled sword intent.

That sword seemed to have entered the body.

Ye Wuchen's body seemed to be about to tear apart, and the sword intent bloomed wildly, and a terrifying sword intent lingered in his body. At this time, he closed his eyes and let the sword intent rag in his body, but the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

Until the sword art is sublimated and the realm is broken and you can enter the top grade.

When his eyes opened, there seemed to be a sword intent in Ye Wuchen's eyes. He looked up at the Lord of Lihen Sword above the sky, his expression was also complicated.

"Your sword heart is pure, I will lend you a sword." The Lord of Lihen Sword's voice fell from the sky.

Ye Futian turned around and looked at the Lord of Lihen Sword, with a faint sense of shame in his eyes. Then he bowed to the void and then turned around and said, "Go down the mountain."
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