"Demons and ghosts are no longer human beings. They don't have our thoughts and desires. To achieve high-level cultivation, the first step is to hold on to the self. Without the self, all efforts in cultivation will be in vain.

Before many seniors realize that they will become monsters, some will make their own decisions so that they can have an ending of their own choice. This path is also the destination of many fighters.

But some of them are not willing to give in, and will stick to this gap to protect future generations, hoping to wait for changes until later people have a solution."

Feng Heshou said: "This is also a trial, an extremely long temper. If you can keep the 'true form and original intention', it can last for tens or hundreds of years. If you can't resist it, you will suffer physical and mental injuries."

In mourning, one seeks liberation but does not get it, and throws himself into the world of demons and ghosts.

This senior just couldn't hold on and went to a place he shouldn't have gone.

When we first get started, we are brave and diligent, moving forward without hesitation, but when we get to the deeper level, we feel like walking on thin ice again, and we are in awe and cannot act recklessly."

He looked around here, "This place will also be my destiny in the future. I chose to be human, so I may stay longer than those predecessors."

After finishing speaking, he walked forward and soon disappeared into the bright light.

Chen Chuan took a look around and walked in there with the same knife. When he came out, he found that the light had weakened a bit. This may be because there were many algae plants around, and the ubiquitous light seemed to be affected by these plants.

Absorbed it.

But the most important thing is not this. The place he is at now is a platform with a relatively wide space and a high terrain. Below the platform, there are huge figures of different shapes surrounding them. They will come from further away.

The light was blocked, and it seemed like there were about ten of them.

Feng Heshou looked ahead and said: "In the past six hundred years, except for the Zen Sword Patriarch, the ninth, twelfth and fifteenth generation masters, the other masters and seniors, who have cultivated to the realm of the Sword Sect, will eventually become

I am here to annihilate myself.”

Chen Chuan looked outside and saw that the figure in front of him was huge and relatively close to the high platform. If he wanted to see the whole thing, he had to look up.

And only a few of them still maintain the outline of human figures, while the rest have weird shapes and look like legendary demons.

He said: "Then where have those people gone?"

Feng Heshou said: "The Zen Knife Patriarch may have gone to the depths of the opposite world to find a way. What is happening now, I don't know. And the other museum owners don't want to commit suicide. Except for one who is guarding the door of the rift, the rest are

I chose to follow my ancestors to find the way, but they never came back, and I don’t want them to come back either.”

Chen Chuan looked at the light emerging from those huge shapes and agreed with him. Can we really find the way to the other side? If we can't find it, it's okay. If we come back, it will be scary.

"Mr. Chen, we are going to fight here today." Feng Heshou turned around and said, "Although we are sparring, I will not hold back." As he said that, he looked solemn and pulled out the long sword.

He took the sheath, put it on his waist, and bowed to Chen Chuan, "Lang Tao Pavilion, Feng He Shou."

Chen Chuan also drew his sword out of its sheath, but he did not hold the Snow Lord Sword in his hand, but stuck it on the ground. Then he raised his hand, cupped his fist and saluted in return, and said: "Purity Sect, Chen Chuan."

Since it was a fighting competition, he stood here today as a fighter.

Feng Heshou stood up straight. A faint light flashed outside his body first, and then was replaced by a dark blue wave-like light. Under the light, his whole person seemed to become blurred, and the blade of the sword seemed to be blurred.

There was a faint thunder, and he chanted: "The cold light serves life and death, but the sword only has the intention of an instant."

When the sound was heard, he suddenly turned around, and when his sleeves and robes were flying outwards, he slashed down in the air with a knife. However, there was a sudden light on the knife, and a sword light condensed by the spiritual fire had crossed over in an instant.

From a distance of tens of meters, he flew towards Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan stared at that ray of light, with no intention of avoiding it. He stretched out his hand and patted it, and the highly condensed spiritual fire in his palm directly knocked it away.

There was just a loud explosion in the air as he waved his arms.

Theoretically speaking, the spiritual light cut out with a knife borrows part of the alienated tissue on the knife and is highly condensed. Therefore, if you want to collide head-on, in addition to reacting too quickly, you also need to use several times more energy.

The power of.

From a tactical point of view, this is a disadvantage. However, this extremely tough defense method inevitably makes the opponent's choices more cautious, and even abandons the originally planned attack strategy to a certain extent.

On Chen Chuan's side, he destroyed the enemy's momentum with a single blow from the front, and his aura suddenly increased. A white, steam-like aura rose and swayed upwards all over his body.

Feng Heshou looked solemn. His sword strike just now was extremely fast. It required superhuman reaction and speed, as well as a foundation that was thick enough that he could not care about consumption. As he thought before, this was a move worth 100%.

Pay attention to your opponent, and the chance of victory lies not in speed, but in slowness and stability.

He needs to find a suitable entry point.

So……

Although he was thinking in his mind, the movements in his hands did not stop. He changed from holding the knife with one hand to two hands, raising it to the level of his eyebrows, pointing the tip of the knife in front of him, and at the same time, pressing his weight on one side of his body,

A wave pavilion "broken tide style" was set up.

However, when he was looking for a fighter plane, his eyes suddenly changed and he quickly stepped back, because Chen Chuan, who was standing in front of him, suddenly rushed in front of him.

With a bang, the ground in front suddenly exploded. At the same time, the two fields also burst and exploded at the same time, causing a large pit with a certain slope to appear at the contact point.

The dust dispersed, and Chen Chuan stood there, with white-gold smoke flashing on his fists. He glanced at Feng Heshou, who was standing steadily with a knife. If it were Long Xiang or Wei Guochen who stood in front of him just now,

So this blow was absolutely unavoidable, but this one dodged it with one step.

This is not because he is fast enough, but because he seems to have some kind of mental ability to predict danger, so he avoids it in advance.

If it were just like this, because he could adjust accordingly in the future, he would be able to catch up with him if he took two steps back at most. However, the feeling Feng Heshou gave him just now was that he was still standing still, so this blow had no effect.

Releasing what is retained should also be a spiritual technique.

After Feng Heshou retreated to a distance this time, as if to prevent Chen Chuan from invading further, he shook his blade, and suddenly a large amount of mist rolled out from outside him, and at the same time, his body was hidden in it.

Chen Chuan stood still. The mist came and hit the biological field outside him. It could not continue to press in and moved to both sides and above. There were only slight traces of impact at the edge of the field.

He stared at the mist. The other party was very capable. He had just cut off his mental perception with a sharp knife. Only in this way could he cooperate with these things, otherwise they would not be able to cover him up if they were released.

At this time, the mist suddenly surged up as if pushed by some strong force, and then suddenly dispersed outwards. At that moment, an ethereal silhouette appeared above. That was exactly

Feng He Shou.

At this moment, he looked as huge as the figures behind him, and the Wen Lei Sword in his hand, which became equally huge, slashed down at him!

The two sides were originally tens of meters apart, but as the blade swung down, it actually struck in front of him. Moreover, this did not seem to be an illusory scene. The strong wind pressure brought up large amounts of dust and dust, and the torn

The air suddenly became scorching hot.

Chen Chuan's eyes suddenly became extremely quiet. Looking at the giant blade that was coming, he did not choose to hide, because he knew that since the other party was a sword sect, he must be extremely skilled in the use of sword moves. If he retreated at this moment,

Then it will inevitably fall into passivity, which is just giving opportunities to the opponent.

So at this moment, he stood with his feet separated, his center of gravity pressed down, white air steamed from his body, and flames rose like fire. He stared at the giant sword that was coming, crossed his arms and raised them, raising them up!

As the blade fell, there was a bang, and the entire platform shook, and a large cloud of smoke and dust billowed up. But compared to the huge blade shadow, Chen Chuan seemed to be standing there steadily despite his small body.

As he expected, the blade that suddenly changed was huge, and its power seemed to expand accordingly. However, the fundamental battle still lay in the spiritual fire. The spiritual light carried on it did not increase as a result, and remained the same as before.

But now, as they touch each other, they melt and disintegrate, sparks flying out. However, due to the different foundations of the two sides, the radiant flame on the blade disappears first.

Seeing this scene, his eyes flashed, and the fist covered with platinum-gold light suddenly punched outwards, hitting the outline of the ethereal sword shadow. This punch actually caused it to fall upwards.

Shocked back.

After this blow, he exerted force on his feet, and his figure rushed forward like a cannonball. When the spiritual fire wrapped around his body collided with the huge figure, it suddenly shattered.

After the collision, Feng Heshou's body appeared. Chen Chuan didn't stop, his flying figure continued to move forward, and he suddenly hit him with his clenched fist.

Feng Heshou's eyes changed slightly when he saw this, and he sealed the sword in time to block the fight. With a bang, even though he was about four meters tall and the size difference between the two of them was more than double, the power transmitted from this punch made it difficult for him to conceal it.

The whole person fell backwards involuntarily. Although he still maintained his upright position, the blue flames above him shook violently.

Chen Chuan's feet continued to kick, his whole body leaned forward, and he punched up again. With a bang, this blow was blocked by the blade in time again, but in the continuous collision of the two sides' forces, the blue light was almost like

There was a fire in the wind, and he continued to stick to it, hitting it hard one after another.

Under such a powerful bombardment, the blue flames could not hold up at this moment, and quickly dispersed, and the following punch first hit the blade, and then pushed the weapon to hit Feng Heshou.

The force poured into his body layer by layer, and the next moment, with a huge explosion, the whole person was tumbling and flying off the platform!

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Chapter completed!