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Text Chapter 378: The Sword Transformed into a Pink Man with No Regrets

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    The blood sword penetrated the sky, and the black afterimage of cracks in the void wandered in the void. At this moment, it suddenly swelled and then suddenly shrank, disappearing in the void, leaving only a dense scene of thorns and branches in the mind.  om¥ì?¥ì

    The blood sword passed by, but Zhang Jun was extremely miserable at this moment. Under the blood sword, even if the sword merged into one, and the divine sword turned into sword light and burst out of the body, it could not completely stop the crystallization of the transformation and sublimation of Fu Cailin's swordsmanship in his life.  , with one strike of the sword, Zhang Jun had already avoided the vital point, and the divine sword was protecting his body. The sword energy swept across, taking away half of Zhang Jun's left arm.

    The flesh and blood turned into nothingness in the void, and the cracks in the space turned into a dark sword tail, which passed directly past Zhang Jun. Fu Cailin's figure brushed past Zhang Jun's ear, and the corner of his mouth moved. As soon as the sound of the true essence came out, the shadow already appeared in the air.  In the void behind Zhang Jun, a sword penetrated the long river of time, stopping the transformation of all things. Time and space stagnated into an eternal world at this moment.

    The wind flowed, and his clothes gradually lifted up. Fu Cailin held the blood sword in his hand, silently and silently, just standing high in the void and looking at the clouds shattered by the sword, leaving only a pure and flawless blue sky, and everything flowed around.  , time and space were confused, Fu Cailin seemed to have watched for a moment, or for ten thousand years.

    Then, Fu Cailin's figure turned around, and a pair of pure and flawless eyes, like a clear spring, reflected everything in the world. Nothing could be hidden from his eyes, and even the separation between life and death was nothing more than a veil.  On the first floor, Fu Cailin's eyes revealed a nostalgia for the past, an appreciation for the beauty of all things in the world, and a passionate heart for the motherland. Then he took a last look at the people under the arena on the ground.  The Fu sisters entered three times, with a hint of relief on their lips.

    "This sword is here! I will have no regrets in my life!" As if he was sighing and leaving a message, Fu Cailin turned around and looked back. There was no longer any nostalgia, no more care, no more regret in his eyes.  .  After everything turned around, the sword of the heart was cut off, and he stepped in the air, climbing up the stairs step by step. There seemed to be invisible stairs in the void that continued to extend to the void.

    Every time Fu Cailin takes a step forward, the void vibrates a little bit, which means that there is no trace of the true energy in the body. But at this moment, Fu Cailin's sword intention is as pure as a pound and as big as a mountain, and it suddenly annihilates in the void.  A boundless absolute void, the sword intention penetrates the Yaodi, the long river of broken faith, connects to the endless depths of the void, and penetrates the truth of the universe. At this moment, even the way of the Yaodi cannot stop Fu Cailin's current sword intention.  , the sword intention slowly faded away after a pause.

    The sword intention has not disappeared, but has shattered the void, forming an unopened passage of boundless chaos.  Everyone felt an incomparable fear, and the unspeakable breath of terror spread throughout the entire Luoyang city from the broken void. Everyone felt that the sky seemed to be shattered, and the earth was about to be overthrown.  There seems to be a seductive force that attracts the souls of all the people, causing all the people to have an unspeakable throbbing. What follows is an inexplicable fear, as if Ruoyao ground is really collapsing.  The crisis and terror generated below made everyone subconsciously raise their heads and look up at the sky, staring at the Hongmeng Passage that has no light, no darkness, no color, no form, but substantial existence.

    The left arm was completely shattered, and the left side of the body was covered with bones. The skin on the side of the ribs was completely destroyed by a sword. Infinite sword intent continued to swim in it, and the skin and flesh at the wound squirmed. Although the muscle control wanted to seal the wound, but in the  Under the sword's will, it was still greatly suppressed and could not completely seal the blood loss. The blood as thick as mercury penetrated and dripped drop by drop.  Zhang Jun seemed unconscious and simply looked at the Hongmeng passage above Yaokong where Fu Cailin was walking step by step.

    "Do you want to give it a last try?" Zhang Jun opened his mouth slightly and let out a sigh that no one could hear. This is Fu Cailin's last glory, this is his last thought, and this is the last thing Fu Cailin can do now.  Something happened, the energy was exhausted and the soul was injured. Now it is just a reflection, burning the last thoughts, turning them into the purest sword intent, breaking through the void, just to see what the final pursuit of the broken void is like.  .

    Not only Zhang Jun, but above the ground, Yaodao Song Que, Sanrui Ning Daoqi, and Shi Feixuan, all the martial arts masters who had reached the Xian Yao realm, all looked at Yaokong with a kind of awe and obsession in their eyes.  With a trace of inexplicable respect, he looked at the Hongmeng Passage formed by Yaodi.

    In the blink of an eye, Fu Cailin had appeared in front of the passage, and he could step into it within a sight of only three feet away. But at this moment, Fu Cailin's body suddenly blurred for a moment, and some fine red dust fell with a breeze.

    Thirty feet and ten meters away, as Fu Cailin approached step by step, everyone's hearts trembled. It's almost here!  Soon!  This is a feat that has never been achieved by anyone in the entire martial arts world. This is the pinnacle of martial arts that only exists in legends. Shattering the Void. As long as anyone can reach this step, it proves the true existence of Yao Dao.Now, it proves that what everyone who has been practicing martial arts has been pursuing is not just a mirror, it proves that there is a new world above martial arts!  The ground was quiet, leaving only the sound of rapid breathing and the rustling wind. Above the sky, Fu Cailin stepped out step by step.

    Taking a step, his figure became lighter. The wind in the sky blew through the blood-red powder. With the wind, a piece of crimson satin was torn out. The blood sword in Fu Cailin's hand was also shattered inch by inch, and was caught in the wind.  The blood mist falls down.

    Step by step, Fu Cailin's figure became more ethereal and lighter, as if he was about to disappear into this land with the wind, and above the sky, a blood-colored red tide had filled the air, and Fu Cailin's figure disappeared from the sky.  The round spherical three-dimensional passage formed by the broken void in the sky is only one step away, but Fu Cailin's figure at this moment has also faded like ghostly smoke. It only takes a breeze to make it dissipate. For him, what happens next  One step is the last step, the next step is the fateful step, and the next step is the result that everyone expects.

    But this step, for Fu Cailin, is also a huge gap. It is so close, this step is the difference between life and death, this step is eternity. There is already a dim light in Fu Cailin's eyes, the divine light is no longer there, but  There was an aura of death, and at the same time, an opposite strange aura appeared on his body, as if the fairy light that could transcend the power of reincarnation was slowly released from his body. It was the last bit of Fu Cailin's true soul.  Spirit is the last splendor after Fu Cailin burns the last bit of his spiritual consciousness.

    With this last bit of strength, he broke away from the shadow of death behind him, and finally took the last step. As he took this last step, the sword intent on his body was in vain for a while. Fu Cailin's originally indifferent and phantom figure trembled for the last time, and then Fu Cailin  A smile appeared on the almost transparent face, and Fu Cailin let out a final roar. Without any hesitation or nostalgia, he took a step forward and walked away into the dim world.

    The blood sword was completely shattered at this moment. Above the sky, the sword intention that originally stood on the ground and annihilated all faith disappeared in vain. The three-dimensional hollow sphere wrapped in Hongmeng chaos suddenly shrank, driving the boundless earth fire and feng shui.  Qi suddenly disappeared into the void. At this moment, Yaokong gathered with the vitality, naturally carrying the boundless wind and cloud energy that had been directly dispersed by Zhang Jun and Fu Cailin hundreds of miles away. Yaokong suddenly  Stratus clouds.

    Tick ??tock!  Tick ??tock!  It rained heavily in the morning, and the droplets of rain mixed with the blood mist formed by Fu Cailin's powder in the sky and fell down, as if she was crying for the disappearance of the only great master of swordsmanship in the world.  The sound of raindrops and the exclamations of people on the ground echoed the painful sounds of the three sisters of the Fu family, and at this time intertwined into a strange background.

    Pfft!  A burst of blood mist spurted out from the left side of Zhang Jun's body. As soon as the blood mist came out, it was wrapped with endless sword intent and penetrated the land. It was the sword intent of Fu Cailin's last sword that remained in Zhang Jun's body. Under the sword intent  The blood mist condensed into blood swords and scattered out. Countless blood mist gathered in the void with the remaining sword intent that had not yet disappeared.

    The divine sword screamed, and thousands of small blood swords seemed to be attracted by something in an instant. They turned into thousands of red sword streams and sank directly into the divine sword in Zhang Jun's hand. The blood dragon in the divine sword was bright red, as if it was about to fly up.  , soaring into the sky.  Then the red light of the blood dragon soaked out like blood, slowly seeping into the blade that was originally as round as white jade. Then a touch of blood flowed immortally on the blade, as if soaked in blood, flowing and making people's heart palpitate.  The smell of terror.

    The sword has been opened!  But the price was the fall of a great swordsman and the crisis of Zhang Jun's life. As soon as the sword's edge was opened, the diffused sword intention was in vain, and was instantly absorbed by the sword's edge and turned into the nutrition of the sword's core.  Although he had swallowed up the broken sword intention formed by burning the soul of a great swordsman in his last moments, he still seemed a little dissatisfied, letting out bursts of soft moans and hunger, which were transmitted from Zhang Jun's hands to Zhang Jun's mind.  middle.

    There was a trace of deep exhaustion on his pale face. Although his whole body was full of energy, Zhang Jun now felt a sense of being strong and powerful. Zhang Jun's physical energy was not consumed at all, but his real spiritual energy was not.  The loss was extremely serious. In just a few seconds, Zhang Jun was losing his mental power every moment. But now, Zhang Jun is still energetic.  Depleted, even the core and strongest true spirit of one's own spiritual soul has been damaged. At this time, it is difficult to mobilize the dream energy to turn into spiritual power to replenish one's own spiritual origin. If it is not handled well, it will be schizophrenic at best.  , if it is serious, the spirit will dissipate into the void and completely transform into all things in the world.

    Zhang Jun moved slightly, seeming to use the last strength he could use now, trying to stand up straight, but his one-armed and half-broken body swayed, seemingly exhausted and without any resistance.  At this moment, the only thing Zhang Jun wants to do is to go back and have a good sleep to cultivate his spirit.Unfortunately, it seems that such a simple wish cannot be achieved smoothly.

    "Return my master's life! Die!" A ray of sword light broke through the rain curtain, and the sword energy soaked in the rainwater, carrying the rainwater and turning into a long rain of swords. The sword body was hidden in the rainwater, half-appearing and half-appearing, an illusion.  Wan Qian went straight to Zhang Jun's heart.

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