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Chapter 22 The Battle of Fate (End)

This style of knighthood contains ambitions, the spirit and courage in the sword moves are extremely strong; the rolling momentum makes the storm change in the canyon!

With the starting move of Jian Wuji Xiake, the Thirty-Mile Canyon began to shake.

Looking at this mighty sword, Li Changan not only felt afraid, but instead felt a sense of fighting that he was unwilling to admit defeat.

"Kuihuo Sword Technique" originated from the "Five Elements Sword Technique" of Qianyang Sword Sect three thousand years ago. Qianyang Sword Technique cut off the sect inheritance in the long history of cultivation. However, by chance, this set of "Five Elements Sword Technique" was obtained by a cultivator of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect and preserved.

"Kuihuo Sword Technique" was originally a set of five elements. After being changed and carved by the monks of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, only water, fire and wood are now left, and it is renamed "Kuihuo Sword Technique"; "Kuihuo Sword Technique" has three styles, the first style is called - Fire Yangli Tian, ​​the second style is called - Kuihuo Shui Dangrily; the third style is called - Yimu Fengchun.

Li Changan inserted the Tianshu sword into the ground, and used his sword energy to transform into a sword with both hands; then, based on the "Kuihuo Sword Technique", his left hand moved the sword technique Fire Yangli Tian, ​​and his right hand moved the sword technique Kui Water torrent the Sun, and then wrapped his whole body with the abundant sword energy transformed by Yi Wood Fengchun.

As Li Changan's spiritual power wandered, two breaths of yin and yang appeared around his body; two breaths wandered around Li Changan's body and kept moving.

The grass around the feet, after contacting the spiritual power released by Li Changan, began to wither gradually. After a while, the dead grass bloomed with lush green buds. The green buds slowly grew into green grass, and then withered again, repeating over and over again, as if confirming the endless meaning of "withering and flourishing".

Jian Wuji stood tall at a high altitude, controlling his huge intent, and slashed towards Li Changan below.

Li Changan stepped on the ground with his feet, crossed his swords, gritted his teeth, and held back the mighty spirit that Jian Wuji had slashed down.

Although he had difficulty holding back the mighty spirit, the ground under his feet was overwhelmed and cracked in an instant. In just a moment, the ground cracked a hundred feet.

The sword aura that wrapped around Li Changan was split by the scattered majestic spirit. Under the suppression of Jian Wuji's spirit, the sword aura around him was weak and gradually dissipated.

Without the sword aura to protect the body, the flowing spirit left hundreds of sword marks on Li Changan's body.

The bright red blood slowly flowed out...

Looking at the blood brought by the wandering spirit, Li Changan and

He didn't feel pain. Since He Yiwen's torture, he has become immune to the pain; but looking at the continuous dripping of red blood, a voice suddenly sounded in Li Changan's mind, "What is the equivalent of a thousand minus seven?"

After He Yiwen's voice sounded, bursts of voices kept appearing in Li Changan's mind; these sounds were all the words of Li Changan when he was a child, and his maids and servants were talking about him behind his back...

"It is said that when that boy was born, there were bad signs in the sky!"

"I was killed when I was born. I guess he was the legendary Lone Star of Tiansha."

"That kid has a shallow fortune, and he is obviously a premature death."

"I heard that it was because of that boy, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, who killed eight thousand cultivators in battle!"

"Yes, yes, I have heard people say that because of him, 800,000 more Han soldiers died outside the Great Wall!"

"This kid's sin is so sinful. I guess he will not stop even if he has to implicate his dead parents. He will go to hell to suffer and atone for this kid!"

Li Changan's reason slowly dissipated, replaced by a strong hatred, which was anger and pain that had been suppressed for a long time. He remembered He Yiwen, the rumors over the years, the dead parents, the injustice of the world, and the pain that was not worthy of being told to others...

His thoughts were gradually replaced by hatred. He raised his head and looked at Jian Wuji. Li Changan had red eyes and looked crazy.

I saw that Li Changan's body bent slightly below. After accumulating strength, he used his hands to hold his will to shake his mighty spirit for several points, and then took advantage of the momentum to avoid the spirit of slashing.

Because of Li Changan's sudden withdrawal, his mighty spirit hit the ground, and the huge impact force shaking the ground. The canyon transformed by Chengtian Sword Platform became increasingly unstable, and the broken ground became larger and larger.

After Li Changan, who had red eyes, with blood on his body, ran towards Jian Wuji, which was full of death.

Jian Wuji's knight Xing only made a starting move and did not show it all. Seeing Li Changan rushing, Jian Wuji's knight Xing followed the trend and transformed into thousands of fluorescent flying swords with stars, standing behind Jian Wuji, spreading in a wide range.

Jian Wuji in the air swung Shura without fear of Shura and slashed at Li Changan who was rushing towards him.

This slash does not contain spiritual power, it is just an ordinary move; but,

The thousands of fluorescent flying swords behind Jian Wuji seemed to sense Jian Wuji's call, like arrows on the string, shooting towards Li Changan in one go.

Seeing this, Li Changan crazily encouraged the spiritual power of the green lotus in his dantian. In a moment, a three-foot green lotus enveloped Li Changan.

The fluorescent flying sword continued to hit the three-zhang green lotus, and the "rumbling" explosion sounded endlessly; the rolling wave of spiritual power kept hitting the already shattered canyon.

After an extremely harsh tearing sound, the canyon transformed by Chengtian Sword Platform was completely shattered.

Jian Wuji's spiritual power had been overdrawn long ago. He stood in the air with sweat on his face, as if he could fall out at any time.

On the ground, Li Changan, covered in blood, was already unconscious and unconscious.

Xie Xiaokang looked at this scene and said in surprise: "This canyon transformed by Chengtian Sword Platform can at least withstand the full-strength attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator. Why was it broken by the two of them?"

Chen Tianyuan said: "The Chengtian Sword Platform has long been divided under the continuous attacks of the two people; and the explosive spiritual power is no less than the full-strength attack of the peak Jindan stage monk."

Xiao Yichen looked at Lu Qi and took Li Changan away in a coma. His face was heavy and he looked a little worried. He sighed and said, "The thing he worried most was still happening."

Li Changan is like a pure and flawless piece of white paper. As long as outsiders apply a little ink mark on this piece of paper, the little ink mark will spread on this piece of paper, and then contaminate the entire white paper. The purer a person is, the more likely he is to be contaminated as long as he is exposed to evil and ugliness.

Xiao Yichen didn't know what Li Changan had experienced last time going out. He could feel the changes in Li Changan, but he couldn't tell where Li Changan had changed. Until the end of Li Changan's battle with Jian Wuji, looking at Li Changan, who was full of murderous aura and hatred, Xiao Yichen finally felt something was wrong with Li Changan.

Demon fallen!

These two words made Xiao Yichen look heavy and his eyebrows were furrowed.

There has always been a saying in the world of cultivation: "For the sake of freedom and immortality, I have experienced three disasters and nine disasters, and I will never regret death."

Cultivating immortals is to go against the will of heaven. All cultivators have to go through three disasters and nine kalpas; and among the three disasters and nine kalpas, one kalpa is hard to be called "fallen demon"!

Most of the people who fall into demons die from their own inner demons. Even if the people who fall into demons die in great trouble, they will lose their minds by the inner demons. In the end, they will only survive like a walking corpse.
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