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The will is immovable and the belief is firm, so the steps never stop.

The edge is hidden in the heart and the light is contained in the mind. Therefore, the edge is added to the body to cut through thorns and thorns, so that you can move forward indomitably.

Keep your heart toward the light, and the light is right in front of you.

Chen Zong stepped out in one step, and the suspension bridge behind him disappeared into the darkness.

The light filled the air, swept over the whole body, and then disappeared.

It was a little different from what Chen Zong had imagined. In front of him was a cave the size of a small house. The walls around the cave were rough and seemed to have been bombarded by some force.

And in this small cave, leaning against the cave wall, a figure was sitting cross-legged.

When he saw that figure, Chen Zong's pupils shrank, and the heavy dragon sword trembled, showing an astonishing sharpness and pressure.

After a breath, Chen Zongfang relaxed, because the figure was completely lifeless. Not only was it completely devoid of life, but the whole body looked shriveled, like the bark of a tree that had dried up for thousands of years.

Mummy!

This is a breathless mummy.

"Could it be the corpse left by the ancient powerful?" Chen Zong thought to himself as he peered through the darkness at the mummy with torn and decaying robes.

After searching carefully, he found nothing except the mummy, which made him a little disappointed. Soon, Chen Zong's eyes fell on the ring on the finger of the mummy.

Maybe there will be a lot of good stuff in there.

He grasped the void with his left hand, and with the surge of spiritual power, he condensed it into an invisible rope with ingenious skills, quickly wrapped around the Najie, and then exerted a little force. With a hiss, the Najie broke away from the mummy's fingers and flew into the sky in an instant.

In the hands of Chen Zong.

Chen Zong's spiritual power enveloped Najie, and immediately his spiritual consciousness moved and poured into Najie.

"How could that happen?" Chen Zong looked surprised and uncertain.

This mummy looks like it has been dead for many years. It stands to reason that the Najie should be an ownerless thing. Why is it that my spiritual consciousness cannot enter it, but is blocked by an invisible force?

This situation usually occurs when there is a master who accepts the precepts.

"In that case, let's break it by force." Chen Zong secretly thought.

Now Chen Zong's spiritual consciousness is stronger than that of ordinary semi-saints. He is very powerful. He burst out in an instant and wanted to forcefully break the Najie. He rushed into the Najie. Suddenly, a majestic aura filled the air.

Go and resist Chen Zong's spiritual consciousness.

Chen Zong's expression changed, and he quickly threw out the Najie. He clasped the hilt of the heavy dragon sword with his right hand, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he stared at the Najie embedded in the cave wall. A strong force surged through his body. In an instant,

It can burst out and release a shockingly powerful blow through the Heavy Dragon Sword.

I saw a point on the ring shining brightly. It was very weak at first, then gradually became stronger, and finally it was as dazzling as the light from the sun, dispelling all the darkness around it.

Chen Zong's eyes were condensed, his pupils shrank like needles, and he stared closely at that little bit of light. The change happened so suddenly, but fortunately he didn't feel any crisis.

"Who... disturbed me..." Canggu's majestic voice sounded, filling the small cave. This voice seemed to come from ancient times, traveling through endless time and space, with an indescribable sense of the vicissitudes of time.

As the voice sounded, a flash of light and shadow emerged, condensing into a figure in mid-air. The figure was about the size of a normal person's palm, and faintly exuded the charm of ancient times.

"What do you call me, senior?" Chen Zong asked rhetorically without letting down his guard at all.

Chen Zong's voice seemed to attract the attention of the little figure, and a pair of eyes stared at him with indescribable confusion.

In an instant, Chen Zong felt as if he had fallen into chaos in time and space. Under the gaze of those eyes, all the secrets in his body seemed to have been glimpsed.

"I...I am..." The little figure spoke intermittently, as if it had been too long, so long that he himself had forgotten it. After a while, he spoke again: "I am...King Taiyuan...

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"King Taiyuan..." Chen Zong's thinking changed slightly. This person must be a strong person, at least a strong person who has entered the Saint Realm, but he doesn't know what level he has entered the Saint Realm.

After all, there is more than just one level of the Holy Realm.

Chen Zong didn't speak because he didn't know what to say for a moment, and Guangying, who called himself King Taiyuan, didn't speak either, as if he was recalling something.

Immediately, Chen Zong felt a powerful thought sweep across his body, covering his body as if it was about to penetrate into his body.

Chen Zong instantly burst out with powerful spiritual consciousness to resist, but the effect didn't seem to be very good. Although his own spiritual consciousness was powerful, the opponent's thoughts were stronger.

This strength is not reflected in quantity, but in quality.

The spiritual consciousness of those who have entered the holy realm has already undergone a qualitative transformation.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Chen Zong's voice was somewhat cold.

Being swept away by the opponent's thoughts and still trying to penetrate them is undoubtedly spying on everything about oneself. In the world of cultivators, this kind of behavior is a provocation, which can cause life and death.

"Your body is very good, your spiritual consciousness is strong, your qi and blood are strong, and your spiritual power is pure. I... am very satisfied." King Taiyuan's voice sounded again, without sadness or joy, vast and majestic.

King Taiyuan's words made Chen Zong's heart tremble unconsciously, his complexion also changed slightly, and an unpleasant feeling gushed out from the deepest part of his heart like a spring.

The black light surged, and the heavy dragon sword unsheathed and slashed through the air. The majestic and extremely sharp black sword light shattered the vacuum and struck at that small figure.

"You still resist me..." King Taiyuan sneered, and with a flash of his body, he calmly avoided Chen Zong's sword attack and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Chen Zong.

quick!

King Taiyuan's speed was so fast that it was difficult for Chen Zong to react, and he had already appeared in front of Chen Zong.

For the first time, Chen Zong felt that his body's reaction could not keep up with his consciousness, as if his body had become rigid. He had no time to retract the Chonglong Sword, so he could only raise his left hand and point it like a sword, with a sharp flash on his fingertips.

The incomparable brilliance was fierce, and a finger pierced the sky like a sharp sword, killing King Taiyuan.

"The reaction is very fast, the combat awareness is superb, I... am more satisfied..." The sneer passed into Chen Zong's ears, and he pointed his sword in the air. King Taiyuan had already calmly avoided this blow.

The heavy dragon sword was swung out, and the incomparable mysterious swordsmanship unfolded. One sword after another continued to kill King Taiyuan. The sword fingers of the left hand cooperated with each other, leaving no dead ends and airtight.

It can be said that Chen Zong has used the third level of swordsmanship to control the sword with his heart to the extreme, and he has also used the unbreakable sword circle to the extreme. However, he still can't do anything to King Taiyuan, as if Chen Zong's every move is under the control of the other party.

During this period, even the rhythm of the battle was gradually grasped by the opponent.

Knowing this, Chen Zong was unable to reverse it. This feeling was very uncomfortable.

With a face as cold as cold iron, Chen Zong's heart kept growing pressure, which could not be suppressed. However, Chen Zong ignored these growing pressures and focused on wielding his sword to continuously improve himself.

pressure!

The pressure is getting stronger and stronger, the pressure that makes it difficult for Chen Zong to breathe, and this deep feeling of powerlessness, Chen Zong has not experienced for a long, long time.

When fighting with others, they would gradually become unable to bear the blows of their own swords, and they would control the rhythm of the battle, but now it's the other way around.

Chen Zong can be sure that at this moment, he has already exerted his swordsmanship to the extreme. Each sword is at its peak, breaking the previous limits, even to the point where it can't be invaded by water or wind. However,

King Taiyuan was even more terrifying. Not only did he calmly avoid Chen Zong's every sword and sword finger, but he also walked in and out at will, as if nothing had any impact on him.

It feels like King Taiyuan can walk in the gaps in the void.

Horror!

Chen Zong felt horrified.

Is this the ability possessed by the ancient strong men?

Chen Zong could see that King Taiyuan was not a complete body, or in other words, it should only be a body of consciousness that carries the soul. Compared with the strength it possessed in its heyday, it was unknown how many times the difference was. Such strength left Chen Zong at a loss.

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A quarter of an hour!

Chen Zong unleashed his sword to the limit for a quarter of an hour, even more exhausted than before fighting for an hour, but he was unable to do anything to the opponent.

powerful!

This King of Taiyuan was really too strong, and he just kept dodging, which made Chen Zong so helpless and exhausted.

Using the sword with such high intensity, even Chen Zong's strong body felt his arms numb and sore for a while.

With perseverance and perseverance, as if challenging his own limits, Chen Zong's sword speed did not slow down at all, and even each sword became more smooth, with an indescribable rhythm.

"Take my blow." At this time, after King Taiyuan avoided Chen Zong's sword, he pointed out at the same time as the voice sounded.

King Taiyuan's body is very small, only the size of Chen Zong's palm, and his fingers are naturally smaller. Compared with Chen Zong, he is like a mouse and an elephant.

But as King Taiyuan pointed out, Chen Zong's expression became extremely solemn. The world in front of him disappeared, and King Taiyuan in front of him also disappeared. Only a small finger was constantly enlarging and enlarging, filling his eyes.

Fill the whole world.

That finger is like a pillar holding up the sky, like a light that collapses the sky, like the finger of a god or devil, vast, powerful, and domineering, covering everything with no escape.

As soon as he pointed it out, the sky fell apart.

Once pointed out, the light will shine forever.

This finger carried indescribable power, which seemed to move the whole world, giving Chen Zong an irresistible thought, and he could not dodge it, so he had to wait for death.

But Chen Zong's mind is extremely tenacious, his will is extremely firm, and his belief is extremely strong. Especially after passing the suspension bridge, he was further tempered, like a sword embryo opening its edge.

"cut!"

With only one thought in his mind, Chen Zongsheng withstood this huge pressure, which was as if the pillars of heaven were toppling and the sky was collapsing, and he slashed out with a sword.

This is the slash of the Chonglong Sword, the slash of Chen Zong's body, and the slash of Chen Zong's intention.

The heavy dragon sword seemed to roar with an earth-shattering sound, and the dark sword light bloomed, like a black sun hanging in the sky, swallowing up all light.

But under the opponent's finger of light, the black color melted quickly, as if the ice and snow were being burned by the scorching sun. Silently, the finger pointed at the Heavy Dragon Sword.
Chapter completed!