At this moment, Lu Xuanji felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

This emotion completely destroyed his sanity.

His eyes were red. Facing the vast sea of ​​blood and the Seven Killing Sword Tomb, he not only did not retreat, but instead took the initiative to meet him.

"Evil Sword Immortal!"

"I want you to die!"

In the roar, Lu Xuanji's escape light penetrated the sea of ​​blood, like a dazzling meteor, with an indomitable momentum!

"Hahaha, it's a good time!"

The evil sword immortal laughed wildly.

He was still regretting that his death-death blow did not kill the enemy, but he didn't expect that after the other party escaped by chance, he rushed back!

"Kill and kill! I want to kill all of you!"

The body of the Evil Sword Immortal had melted half, and his face was distorted as if it was not like a human, but his aura had not diminished at all. The pure murderous intent condensed behind him, like a ferocious beast in the prehistoric world.

The sword energy of the sea of ​​blood swarmed in, and the six sword tombs fell at the same time!

Such a powerful blow was simply impossible for the sub-saint monks to resist. Unless there is a saint's secret treasure, they will definitely die!

Luo Qing saw this scene from afar, and her face changed drastically and she cried out: "Liang Yan, what are you doing? Come back soon!"

He really didn't expect that Lu Xuanji, as Liang Yan's clone, would do such an impulsive thing!

The body of the Evil Sword Immortal collapsed and was bound to die. He was burning his original power and wanted to pull Lu Xuanji to be buried with him.

Anyone with a little rationality will choose to stay away from the Evil Sword Immortal. As long as you can survive this moment, the Evil Sword Immortal will not have any threat.

But at this time, Lu Xuanji not only did not escape, but rushed forward instead.

This is simply seeking death!

Luo Qing can't figure it out...

He widened his eyes and looked at Lu Xuanji who was galloping in the sea of ​​blood. His spiritual sense suddenly became a trance.

“Huh?”

He seemed to sense something, calmed down, and took a closer look.

I don’t know if it was my own illusion, but a breath of silence actually emanated from Lu Xuanji’s body!

In his sight, a large number of colorless sword energy appeared around Lu Xuanji. These sword energy bloomed like flowers, smashing all the sword lights of the Sea of ​​Blood!

"What's going on..."

Even though Luo Qing was knowledgeable, he was shocked at this time and could not speak for a moment.

Rumble!

With a dull loud noise, six blood-colored sword tombs fell from the sky and suppressed Lu Xuanji again.

But this time, Lu Xuanji was not crushed.

With him as the center, within a radius of a hundred feet, the void collapsed, and bottomless black holes appeared.

At the same time, a large number of colorless sword energy shot away from all directions, attacking every unjust soul in the sword tomb indiscriminately.

"ah!"

A series of shrill screams came from the air, and under the bloody sky, ghosts and wolves howl, shocking the earth!

In just a moment, tens of millions of unjust souls were wiped out under the colorless sword energy!

Losing the power of the wronged soul, the power of the Seven Killing Sword Tomb quickly declines!

When the Evil Sword Immortal saw this scene, he widened his eyes and shouted in an incredible tone: "Impossible! This... what kind of sword technique is this? Ouyang Qianren is obviously dead. Are you the second Ouyang Qianren?"

In a trance, he had an illusion, as if this man who was moving forward was actually Ouyang Qianren who was reborn!

But that's not the case.

Lu Xuanji is still Lu Xuanji.

But he has now entered a state of ethereal and silent, and this state is the last move of the six styles of the wisdom sword, Jian Ji!

Looking at the entire Cangjian Academy, Huijianliu only has the inheritance of the first five styles, and the last style "Sword Ji" cannot be mastered, so no one has practiced it yet.

But in fact, the mental method of "Sword Ji" is hidden among the first five styles!

The Sword Immortal deliberately hid in his mind, hoping to find a talented disciple who can understand the five-style sword technique and thus find the threshold of Jian Ji.

But unfortunately, this wish has never been achieved...

Until Lu Xuanji appears!

Although his strength is not top-notch, he inherited the soul of his deity and his understanding of swordsmanship is far better than that of any disciple of the Cangjian Academy.

With the help of Su Xiaodie, Lu Xuanji spent three years to challenge the successor of the Five Styles of Huijian. He had some insights at that time, but he was still missing an opportunity... an opportunity to make him realize it!

Just now, the moment Su Xiaodie died, something broke in Lu Xuanji's heart.

In an instant, his heart was ashamed!

Everything in this world seems to have nothing to do with him. What tasks and responsibilities are all insignificant at this moment...

This state just corresponds to the "Narcissity and No Self" in "Sword Silence"!

It was also at this moment that the mystery of the "Five Styles of Wisdom Sword" kept flashing through Lu Xuanji's mind, and he integrated it into it, and finally realized the sixth style: Jian Ji!

In fact, "Narcissal No Self" and "Taishang Three Styles" have similar effects, but Ouyang Qianren's "Non-self" truly erases himself, while Lu Xuanji's "Non-self" is the inner silence.

The two swords are based on different perceptions, but the artistic conception they express is surprisingly similar!

When the Evil Sword Immortal was seriously injured, he could not help but read it wrong, and even had an illusion that Ouyang Qianren was not defeated by his own hands...

"What a good Ouyang Qianren, I knew you didn't die so easily! You actually resurrected by borrowing a corpse? Hahaha! Have fun! Let's decide the winner again!"

Due to the collapse of the body, the Evil Sword Immortal gradually fell into madness, and the only remaining reason disappeared.

Regardless of his own injuries, he activated the Seven Killing Sword Tomb with all his strength, trying to fight Lu Xuanji to death.

Rumble!

A earth-shaking noise came from mid-air.

Six scarlet sword tombs collided with the colorless sword energy. The powerful sword intent caused the surrounding void to burst, and twisted black holes appeared in the air, and at the same time, there were monster blood lotus constantly blooming!

Luo Qing was stunned by this scene...

From a distance, it seems like someone is painting a magnificent and majestic scroll with the sky as the scroll and blood as the ink!

"What the hell is going on? How could a kid's clone have such strong strength?"

An incredible look appeared in his eyes.

If it were Liang Yan's original master here, he would not be surprised, but this was just a clone of him...

Can clones also realize the truth?

Just when Luo Qing was puzzled, the showdown in the air reached its final moment.

Lu Xuanji had no expression on his face and only had a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Although he understood the mental method of "Jian Ji", he did not learn the moves of "Jian Ji", and he still used the magical power of "Jian Ji".

But this sword finger magic power is several times stronger than before. What bursts out from his fingertips is the colorless sword energy. Even the evil sword immortal's sea of ​​blood cannot resist it, and it is forcibly torn open by this sword energy...

"Boy, I will never lose! I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time!"

The evil sword immortal roared wildly, urging his magic power to the extreme.

But his body gradually turned into pieces in the bloody storm, and his original momentum was also declining little by little...

Lu Xuanji was always expressionless and said nothing.

He was like a puppet without emotions, with only one thought in his mind, that was, to kill the evil sword immortal with his own hands!

The colorless sword energy flourished and finally broke through all the defenses of the evil sword immortal.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Accompanied by a series of earth-shaking loud noises, six sword tombs burst one by one!

The sea of ​​blood lost its support and turned into drifting blood light, drifting away in all directions.

"No!"

The evil sword immortal roared angrily, vomited blood from his mouth, and his steps staggered.

In an instant, his red hair turned into white hair, and the remaining flesh and blood slowly dissipated in the wind, and the sword intent on his body receded like a tide.

"I... lost?"

A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

In a trance, it seemed that I had returned to the summer many years ago. I made a great wish in front of someone and vowed to explore the ultimate of the sword path!

Unfortunately, this road is too difficult...
To be continued...