The sword light flashed and the outcome was decided.

Chen Lian will naturally not be defeated by Jian Shisi. His sword has been broken into two pieces, and the sword intent that has not yet been formed was destroyed.

If you fail to defeat your opponent's sword intent, there is no need to exist.

Destruction is for rebirth.

But can Sword Fourteen still give birth to a stronger sword intent? No one knows.

He knelt on the ground, and in the snow, the snow had melted a little, but more snow had not melted and turned into ice.

Ice is in the soil, making the land harder than the fine iron.

Jian Shisi had never practiced martial arts such as iron claw skills. He dug a cold and hard layer of soil with both hands, and soon dug out a bloody pit, which was his blood. His nails had been opened, and the flesh and blood inside were mixed with soil.

Finally, he put the sword into the soil, buried the short sword, and finally helped sword Thirteen up and retreated to the distance.

Chen Lian's clothes broke a hole, which was at the mouth of his heart, a small mouth about an inch long. It was not broken by the sword edge, but a sword light that was not completely formed.

"Your sword has been released, but you haven't seen my sword yet. Do you still want to continue to fight me now?" If other people in the martial arts world, such as the King of Golden Swords, or even the man in the green robe, subconsciously sighed and shook his confidence after seeing Chen Lian's sword technique.

But Ye Liuyun was not afraid at all, not just because he could know how powerful the other party was, but he was half less powerful.

What really makes people feel terrible is the unknown, and Ye Liuyun's sword is the unknown.

No living person has ever seen his sword, and today is no exception.

Chen Lian stared at Ye Liuyun, very calm.

His calmness is not manifested in its appearance, but comes from the heart.

"How did you know I only have one knife?" Chen Lian chuckled.

This time he completely threw away the knife and threw it at Ye Liuyun, and was clamped by Ye Liuyun's two fingers.

The throwing force of this knife is not heavy, nor is it a tricky angle, so Ye Liuyun will never be unable to handle it.

Ye Liuyun put down the knife and his eyes did not leave Chen Lian, because he would not give Chen Lian any chance, so he would not neglect any.

It was precisely because his eyes did not leave Chen Lian that he saw that Chen Lian was indeed not just a knife, or that was his real knife.

A flying knife with a strange shape.

The sunset sets the last ray of afterglow, and the bright moon replaces the sunset, and sprinkles the light of the sunset selflessly.

Ye Liuyun and Shen Lian looked at each other for a quarter of an hour. The atmosphere was frozen, making the people around him dare not breathe.

Ye Liuyun paid attention to Chen Lian's hand and pinched the flying knife's hand.

Chen Lian was paying attention to Ye Liuyun's left sleeve.

Also the evening breeze blows, the left sleeve is always a little more stagnant than the right sleeve.

"I know where your sword is, right?" Chen Lian's words were full of confidence. This kind of confidence should have been achieved by Ye Liuyun.

"Yes." Ye Liuyun also had to admit that Chen Lian was so meticulous and had high eyesight.

His sword technique is the sword in the sleeve, and hidden weapons are just his means. His sword technique is his favorite and the inheritance of the Mingjian Villa.

He even used the sword technique to use the hidden weapon to use the golden needle.

He disdained to use a sword to Bai Yufei, otherwise Bai Yufei would not have lived now.

"You can't figure out when my knife will be released, right?" Chen Lian said with a happy smile.

"Of course." Ye Liuyun said calmly.

"Then have you lost?" Chen Lian's eyes became brighter, better than the bright stars.

"No." Ye Liuyun said slowly.

He couldn't figure out the sword that Shenlian was not sure, and he couldn't figure out his sword either.

Jian Shisi's eyes fell on the two of them, and the fanaticism could not be concealed.

No one present understands the subtlety between the two more than him.

Chen Lian was unable to use the knife for a long time because his spirit never reached a critical point, so the best chance of using the knife.

Or this opportunity will appear at any time or will never appear.

Whether to take action or not is between Shen Lian's intention, but once he takes action, the outcome will not be controlled by Chen Lian.

Therefore, Shenling needs the best opportunity.

Because the flying knife is not a hidden weapon, it also carries his energy and spirit.

If one hit is not hit, there will definitely be no second chance.

"Do you know that you will definitely lose, because I have caught your flaws." Chen Lian said calmly.

It fell into Jian Shishi's ears but was like thunder. He suddenly thought of what Ye Liuyun's flaw was.

Ye Liuyun’s flaw is that he is too confident. He can avoid Chen Lian’s flying knife, and he is confident that the sword in his sleeve can solve Chen Lian.

But he never thought about one thing, that is, is the only one who can only rely on Chen Lian?

Shen Lian flew up, and there were lanterns hanging on the flagpole in front of the inn.

It is sunken on the lantern, very close to the moon.

There is one in the sky, and there is one in the earth.

Shen Lian's soul left his body and came to heaven, and he also reached a dead end.

But the military strategy says that "being condescending" is that Shenlian has already occupied the terrain.

Even Ye Liuyun could not have expected that Chen Lian had already practiced to the point where he could leave his soul. He had obviously not yet penetrated the two meridians of Ren Du.

It is more than ten times more difficult to leave the body than to penetrate the Ren and Du meridians.

With his age of refining, being able to practice internal energy to such an extent is already shocking, let alone others.

*******

To the south of the capital, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Ling Chongxiao lived inside, and at this time he and Shen Lian were under the same bright moon.

He still looks bald, he is a real Taoist priest and a fake monk.

There was a short-haired man in front of him, but this was a real monk.

"Kuhui, you have nothing to do when you are full, and you are going to come to compete with me." Ling Chongxiao yawned, looking extremely sleepy.

"I just thought of a powerful palm technique, and I was so happy that I came to find Mr. Ling to try the move."

Ling Chongxiao glanced at Ku Hui at a slant, and said lazily: "Don't think that you have practiced the Vajra Body Protection Art, and I can't beat you to death."

"If Donor Ling can be killed by the lower body, that's great. If you reincarnate again, you might be able to catch up with the fate of immortality, and I don't have to be such a monk." Ku Hui said happily.

"The vast convenient gates of Buddhism can be practiced, and it is no better than those immortal gates. What's there to envy?" Ling Chongxiao smelled sour.

"Then why don't you see the donor enter my Buddhism?"

"I'm willful, do you care?" Ling Chongxiao cursed. He disdained the immortal sect. His biggest wish in his life was to join the world of immortals. Unfortunately, even if he found it, because there was no chance, he would still not betray him.

Although everyone in Buddhism can become a Buddha, how many people really become Buddhas? Not to mention becoming a Buddha on the spot, even those who are Arhats and the fruit of the path of the Arhat are rare.

On the contrary, although there are few people in the Immortal Sect, the proportion of achievements is much higher than that of Buddhist Sect.

After all, although Buddhism does not establish words and can understand the heart, its qualification requirements are much higher than those of the world's immortals.

Without wisdom and without roots of wisdom, you cannot become a Buddha.
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