Chapter 140 The Heavenly Sword Asks the Heart

Who can live without any regrets in this world?

Ye Chuxiao's knife not only cut through life and death, but also made the originally chaotic good and evil appear clear and clear in Zong He's heart in an instant.

All the shameful things he had done in the past surged into his heart at this moment, tortured his soul.

This duel has gradually shifted from a superficial sword duel to a competition in spiritual practice.

At this time, Zong He could only rely on his instinct to swing his sword to stop Ye Chuxiao from approaching.

In an instant, the swords danced like fire, sweeping through the area densely. From an outsider's perspective, they would only think that Zong He had launched his ultimate move and planned to take advantage of the situation to suppress Ye Chuxiao.

Therefore, after reaching a certain level and realm, it is difficult to judge with the naked eye the strength and weakness of a fight, as well as the comparison between high and low.

In the entire martial arts arena No. 11, there were no more than five monks who could clearly see the real advantages and disadvantages of Ye Chuxiao and Zong He at this time.

Ye Chuxiao's Yuanyang sword rose into the sky carrying the thunder that cut through life and death. The sword was fierce and fierce, mixed with unparalleled power of judgment.

The seemingly powerful whirlwind of flames also appeared messy and disordered in front of this sword that seemed to be the supreme and impartial judgment.

"Disperse!"

Ye Chuxiao chuckled softly.

Then he saw the fire all over the sky, only to dissipate in an instant.

In an instant, the arc of thunder and the wild curls of flames alternated with each other, forming a violent conflict of light and shadow.

After a moment that was as gorgeous as fireworks, thunder and flames all cleared the sky.

At this moment, the people watching the battle suddenly realized that it was Zong He who was at a disadvantage.

Although this conclusion is not surprising, it is quite different from what they saw with the naked eye before.

Some Wen family monks were sitting among the audience, holding photo stones, recording Ye Chuxiao's battle as usual.

"Record, the target seems to have made a new breakthrough. It is suspected that it has touched the boundary of the Wisdom Realm. It is recommended to close the net as soon as possible." The Wen family monk holding the shadow stone said to the shadow stone in a low voice in a secret language.

At this time, Zong He finally no longer insisted on just using martial arts techniques.

Huge wings of fire suddenly unfolded behind him, and terrifying whirlwinds also lingered around him.

Wind and fire come together to form a feast of wind and fire.

The originally red flames gradually turned into a blue-purple color when blown by the strong wind.

The sharply soaring high temperature not only scorched and whipped the ground, but also caused the surrounding temperature to suddenly begin to stretch violently.

At this time, the monks sitting in the front row of the spectator seats suffered another disaster.

If you don't have enough cultivation, you can only move back honestly.

Otherwise, I'm afraid they will be roasted into mummies by the aftermath of the high temperature.

Zong He compromised, he used magic instead of just relying on martial arts.

But he was still full of desire to win this battle.

The inner turmoil did not completely affect the methods he used externally.

He was not a three-year-old child, so he could not have experienced huge fluctuations in his heart and immediately lost all abilities and knelt down crying.

Zong He started to use spells, but Ye Chuxiao remained stubborn.

The Yuanyang sword in his hand has a clear sound, and its spirituality seems to have become more abundant and obvious under the guidance of Ye Chuxiao.

The wind and fire formed a huge whirlpool and quickly surrounded Ye Chuxiao.

In the center of the deep vortex, the extremely high temperature seemed to tear through the defenses on Ye Chuxiao's body and completely melt it.

Strike straight with the sword!

The sword carried the aftertaste of the judgment sword and cut straight into the vortex.

The extremely violent air flow exploded with a bang.

The scattered air waves turned into terrifying wind pressure and spread in all directions.

A defensive formation was raised on the performance stage to block the aftermath of the battle.

However, the emergence of the formation means that this battle is best ended within five minutes.

After all, maintaining any formation requires energy.

A free martial arts arena cannot provide long-term formation protection.

If Ye Chuxiao and Zong He insist on continuing to fight, then all losses after the battle will be borne by the loser... Unless the loser is dead, then the winner will pay.

The knife tore through the strong wind and flames, and Ye Chuxiao did not give Zong He the chance to shake his spiritual roots and draw more energy from heaven and earth into spells.

The methods of martial arts cultivators are tough, and their firepower is stronger than any other cultivator, but the forward movement time is relatively long, and there is not much advantage in close combat or close combat.

At this time, Zong He, under the pressure of Ye Chuxiao, was at the end of his rope.

At this time, facing Ye Chuxiao's sword light coming toward his face, the past years flashed in his mind like a comic strip.

The pride, regret, joy, and guilt are all condensed into an abundant but decisive spiritual force that penetrates all the accumulation.

It's like glass being smashed by a stone.

It's like ice being broken by an iron rod.

It was like a bright red dot suddenly appeared on the paper covered with messy black lines.

At this moment, at this moment, Zong He's mind took a slight step forward.

It was this step that allowed him to enter the realm of wisdom. All the accumulation, thoughts and thoughts were integrated at this moment.

As far as the spiritual realm is concerned, he is undoubtedly in the realm of wisdom.

It's just that the physical body, means, energy accumulation, etc. are still stuck under the realm of wisdom and need to rely on time to transform.

But no matter what, his level at this time was already a head above Ye Chuxiao.

Facing Ye Chuxiao's sword attack, Zong He's eyes were calm and he fought back with a backhand sword.

The sword seemed to be ordinary, but after it was taken, it became as majestic as the sun in the clear sky, shining brightly and fiercely, which could not be looked directly at and irresistible.

This aura went straight to the stars, affecting subtle changes in the celestial phenomena.

Some people looked up in a daze, as if they saw a second round of scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

"It's fake! Zong He actually broke through before the battle!"

"Isn't this a plot that only appears in story books?" Someone guessed the truth and exclaimed.

They couldn't believe that this scene of a direct breakthrough in a fierce battle was actually happening right in front of their eyes.

Although the monks in the Wild Dou Realm are aggressive and mostly rely on fighting to quickly improve their cultivation, they rarely make breakthroughs on the spot.

Most of them are accumulated through battles, and then in the subsequent summary, they can keenly grasp the direction and successfully break the mirror.

Facing Zong He's first move and successfully breaking the mirror, Ye Chuxiao was not surprised but overjoyed.

Therefore, Zong He has become a more 'suitable' opponent for him.

A monk who has the realm of wisdom but no foundation of wisdom makes the actual gap between them not that big.

For Ye Chuxiao, there is nothing better than fighting against such a Hui Realm monk.

Zong He is like his mirror.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao intuitively felt that he was only one step away from opening the door.

He didn't have time to think about the difference.

As long as you keep fighting, the results will appear naturally.

At this time, Zong He returned to the use of sword skills. The light of the sword seemed to turn into a scorching sun. It was no longer the aggressive but restless state before. The force of his sword was extremely heavy, causing the airflow to collapse. In front of the blade, a

The vortexes of air flow were rotating, tearing Ye Chuxiao's figure apart, blocking Ye Chuxiao's avoidance space.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao could only rely on his strong physical foundation and other means to forcefully attack the air vortex and passively avoid Zong He's powerful blade.

Even so, when Zong He's sword fell in front of Ye Chuxiao, Ye Chuxiao could only passively parry.

If Yuanyang's sword hadn't been hard and powerful, it would have been vaporized by Zong He's powerful edge upon collision.

Even so, the original bright brilliance of the Yuanyang sword now seemed a bit dim.

This time, Ye Chuxiao was forced to a dead end.

But stepping on this desperate situation, Ye Chuxiao's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The air of death continued to spread around him.

The strong aura of death was accompanying him.

The first sword of longevity that has never been wielded is, driven by an instinctive demonic nature, moving towards the second sword that has not yet been mastered.

The closer you are to death, the closer you are to immortality!

This seems like a vicious spell.
To be continued...