A sneering sound.

A scorch appeared on the teacher's chest, and a gray mist surged in his pupils. His whole body kept flying backwards, but his feet were always sliding close to the ground.

Zhao Ce maintained his sword-waving posture, and the vortex in front of him was cut open by this sword mark and then burned.

Countless dust as big as a palm slap was gushing out from the space several feet in front of him, just like a pile of dead leaves of sycamore trees being placed in the air vent and blown out.

The teacher's soles of his feet and the ground always had a layer of black air swaying around. A terrible force kept falling on the ground on the soles of his feet, causing countless spider-web-like cracks on the ground.

The teacher was a little shocked.

He was a little puzzled that the sword that the other party casually drew was so powerful.

Zhao Ce was also a little shocked. It was difficult for him to understand that the sword intent had clearly attacked the other party's body, but the other party had successfully resolved the power deep into his body in a strange way.

The division commander was flying back, but Zhao Ce kept swinging his sword.

This picture fell into the eyes of everyone inside and outside the city, and the teacher seemed to be out of the way.

However, at this time, Zhao Ce, including some of the most powerful practitioners on this battlefield, noticed some details.

In the countless spider-web-like cracks blooming on the ground, some dark gray energy surged.

These dark gray vital energy are like dry bones pierced under the ground, emitting a smell, but it drastically attracts a lot of fresh vital energy from this world.

Fresh is just generated, just relative.

This vital energy itself emits a strong smell of yin and cold, which comes from the qi, blood and bodies of many practitioners who have just died on the battlefield.

This is the yin energy. The vitality required by practitioners who practice the way of ghosts comes from death, and comes from the breath that was transformed and released by some creatures who were once very powerful in their lives and accumulated a large amount of heaven and earth vital energy in their bodies after death.

This is why practitioners who practice the path of Yin Qi and Ghosts often need to practice in some very ancient cemeteries.

However, few practitioners can directly attract a large amount of yin energy outside their body to fight against the enemy.

Especially in this kind of battlefield where corpses are everywhere, such means can only be described as horror.

Practitioners who can sense these details, including Zhao Ce himself, know that the next blow from the teacher's and commanders will definitely be stronger.

In a sense, the sword Zhao Ce just cast already possesses the legendary master Zhao Jianlu, and it is not much different from the power of his master's sword back then.

This is of course the strongest sword Zhao Ce can use.

Even such a sword cannot defeat the division commander. Is there any possibility of winning?

In the eyes of all practitioners who can pay attention to these details, Zhao Ce will undoubtedly fail.

However, Zhao Ce himself did not think so.

He set his sword.

A sword mark just now was gently slashed in the air, and this time he took the sword to raise the sword and slashed the division commander in front of him.

The air ahead of him suddenly became extremely hot.

Even people hundreds of feet away felt the heat wave coming to their faces.

This kind of heat is familiar to the practitioners around them. In various records in the world of practitioners, Zhao Jianlu's practitioners have been accompanied by flames for a long time. In their daily practice, their bodies contain infinite fire, and the energy of heaven and earth accumulated in their bodies is extremely hot.

However, what is shocking is that the enthusiasm at this time exceeded any sword before Zhao Ce, and even made people naturally feel incredible.

At this moment, many exclamations rang out naturally.

The fiery red sword in Zhao Ce's hand started to burn.

This unprecedented heat first came from the burning of the long sword in his hand.

Previously, there were flames flowing on his sword, even the vital energy as sticky as magma. However, at this time, all the practitioners who couldn't help but scream could see clearly that his sword was really starting to burn from the inside out.

This sword exudes a strong aura of life, which is naturally the natal sword that Zhao Cewen has raised for many years.

The true essence and heaven and earth energy in the body of the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu are so hot that they can melt gold and iron, so the sword body they have tempered over many years is the best in the world, and they don’t know how high the temperature can be withstand. Especially the natal sword that has been refined after many years of practice is a divine weapon that no craftsman in this world can create.

However, at this time, Zhao Ce used a violent method to make his sword burn directly.

It is truly cracking, disintegrating, and burning like dry firewood.

This has nothing to do with the sword intent.

It was just an extremely pure slash, but the violent increase in temperature brought about a violent increase in power.

There is no room for maneuver.

In this moment, his natal sword turned into a violent flame with a blast, and then he held the violent flame to slash towards the division commander.

However, this is just the beginning.

The true energy and the heaven and earth energy in his body began to burn and transform into terrifying heat.

Puff puff puff

There was explosion everywhere in the air.

All the yin energy that gushed out from the ground was burning.

The entire space seemed to be imprisoned by the fire, but the energy of heaven and earth was drawn madly over.

Before a breath, the division commander's face was extremely calm, and he was sure that he had already won the battle.

However, at this moment, his face was gray and his eyes were full of unbelievable glory.

This is the true essence of the sword and the complete burning of life that a practitioner has tempered throughout his life, with the determination and courage that is difficult to surpass in the world.

And he could not defeat the power of such a sword.

He also knows the most fundamental reason why he cannot match.

He believes that the victory or defeat of Jiandao is based on the theory of life and death.

However, the other party's swordsmanship completely ignores life and death.

No matter whether he wins this sword or not, the other party will die, and he should die too.

What's the point of such a victory or defeat?

Desperate Sword

These three words appeared clearly in his mind.

This is Wang Jingmeng's evaluation of Zhao Jianlu's cultivators back then.

At this moment, these three words appeared clearly in his mind, and an unspeakable bitterness filled his mouth and his whole body.

Even many years later, he still couldn't win when facing Wang Jingmeng back then.

Because at that time, Wang Jingmeng had already known the real terribleness of Zhao Jianlu's cultivator, and even though he knew that Zhao Jianlu's most powerful sword was this desperate sword that ignored life and death, he still had the courage to make a duel with the master.

But now he himself does not have the courage to face Zhao Ce's sword.

A cry of unnamed pain burst out from his mouth.

All the true energy and heaven and earth energy in his body burst out, and countless black flowers bloomed in the space. The power bursting between these flowers did not move forward, but just wrapped around his body and tore open the space behind him.

In everyone's vision, the teacher's skin was dry and burnt. All he could do was to escape back frantically and turn into a ray of blue smoke.

This sword has forced all the power of the division commander.

The burning natal sword in Zhao Ce's hand disappeared, and the true energy in his body was forced out, turning into hundreds of fire flows in the air ahead.
Chapter completed!