Chapter 740: Everyone Is a Passer-By in This World, but I Wish My Sword Heart Will Always Be Free

On the ring, the battle is still going on.

Yan Zheng's long sword is like a dragon, with murderous intent. Every time he swings the sword, it seems to resonate with the talents of heaven and earth. And the Donglin Sword Spike is even more magical. As Yan Zheng dances with his sword skills, the ice crystals on it flicker, and the cold air overflows, as if even space can be frozen.

Although Zhong Qi and the two were able to barely resist the sword light swung by Yan Zheng, at this moment, they seemed a little stretched under Yan Zheng's offensive.

Moreover, because Zhong Qi had previously used Hua Zi Jue on Qi Bai, young man Yan Zheng was now very wary of Zhong Qi's "Hua Zi Jue" and did not give Zhong Qi a chance to use Hua Zi Jue.

"He is truly worthy of being Dean Yan in his youth."

Zhong Qi sighed in his heart, he didn't expect that this young man Yan Zheng would be so difficult to deal with, and the "kill" formula would only truly show its power after seeing blood. But now that there is no blood, he and Fang Jide only need to If one person is really injured, it will become more and more difficult to fight.

"I just said that my experience is not enough. I should practice for a few more years."

Fang Jide also smiled bitterly in his heart. He had never thought about participating in the battle of hundreds of schools of thought. Dean Zhong Bo forced him to participate, otherwise he would take back his small lakeside courtyard outside the college. In fact, this is not a big deal. No more fishing.

Mainly because Zhong Bo said that Zhong Qi's life might be in danger in this battle of hundreds of schools of thought, so he chose to participate in this trial. But how can there be real death in the illusory world of Divine Eyes?

"Fang Jide, don't be distracted."

Seeing that Fang Jide was in a trance, Zhong Qi hurriedly shouted low. He kept moving his hands, and the shield formed by the imperial formula continued to condense, trying to resist Yan Zheng's increasingly fierce sword energy.

"Uh-huh."

Fang Jide came back to his senses, took a deep breath, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and concentrated on the battle in front of him.

Clang, clang, clang!

Yan Zheng's long sword was like a dragon, and every time he swung it, it carried the force of thunder, and the sword energy flew straight towards Zhong Qi and Zhong Qi. And the Donglin Sword Spike is like the source of ice, constantly releasing biting cold air, causing the temperature in the arena to continue to drop.

Young Yan Zheng's offensive did not stop at all, but Zhong Bo and Fang Jide seemed somewhat powerless. Not only did they have to resist Yan Zheng's sharp sword energy, but they also had to resist the cold energy that was constantly eroding, which caused Zhong Qi's talent to be consumed rapidly.

"This cannot continue like this. We must find a way to break the situation."

While resisting Yan Zheng's sword energy, Zhong Qi was rapidly thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

"The shadow of a sword is waved in the pines under the moon, and the cranes dance among the clouds to accompany the immortals."

"Forsake all the worldly things in the world, and live in seclusion without causing trouble."

"If you don't fall in love with the bustling world of mortals, only your true heart will always be happy."

"We are all passers-by when we are born and entering the world, but I hope that my sword will always be at ease."

He heard Fang Jide reciting another poem again, and saw the scope of the hermit's vision above him expand again.

In the hermit's vision, the fishing rod turned slightly and transformed into a long sword with cold light, held in the otherworldly hand. He stood under the pine trees, his posture as tall and straight as a pine tree, his long sword pointed at an angle, and the moonlight was like a wash, casting a silvery glow on his body, which made him look lonely and cold, but also extraordinary and holy, like a banished immortal descended from the nine heavens, which is heart-wrenching. Be in awe and want to worship.

All around, clouds and mist are lingering, like a dream, and cranes are dancing with the clouds and mist. With every subtle trembling of Fang Jide's sword tip, the clouds roll and relax, and the crane dances for nine days, forming a breathtaking picture. The picture scroll of Xianyi. This picture is quiet and vivid, and every stroke contains the deepest rhythm and harmony between heaven and earth.

And just as the scroll was slowly unfolding, a powerful sword energy burst out from Fang Jide's body. It was sharp yet gentle, like the light of dawn, trying to pierce the sky and reach the sky. .

"So strong."

The people below felt the sharp sword energy emanating from Fang Jide, and their expressions were full of shock.

"Xiaoqi, I will be the main attack, you assist me."

Fang Jide's eyes flashed with a sharp sword light. Before he finished speaking, his whole body had merged with the vision of poetry and turned into a sword light, speeding towards the young Yan Zheng.

"good."

Seeing this, Zhong Qi chose to cooperate with Fang Jide without hesitation. In a flash, he appeared next to Fang Jide and fought alongside him.

Clang, clang, clang!

In this contest, Fang Jide seemed to have been reborn under the radiance of the vision of poetry. His offensive was so fierce that he was already on par with the young Yan Zheng. On the stage, two long swords were like dancing dragons and phoenixes, intertwining a bright sword net in the void. The sword energy criss-crossed, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

"It's really good. When did such a genius appear in Zilu Academy?"

A look of admiration flashed across the eyes of the young man Yan Zheng, and he secretly marveled in his heart that it was unexpected that Fang Jide could inspire such shocking power.

However, appreciation is appreciation, Yan Zheng's movements are not slow at all, and he no longer wants to waste time.

As a result, the young man Yan Zheng's body did not move, his mind was already concentrated, and the long sword in his hand turned into an ink-colored dragon, and a thrilling word "kill" was outlined in the air. As soon as this word came out, the evil energy between heaven and earth seemed to be pulled by invisible hands and gathered around Yan Zheng, shrouding his whole body in a bloody halo.

The long sword absorbed this majestic evil spirit and turned scarlet red. Every ray of sword light contained a heart-stopping bloody power.

"Jide, be careful, this is the 'kill' tactic. Although the offensive power is not as good as the 'kill' tactic, the evil spirit and murderous intention it emits will disturb others and cause those who fight with it to lose their minds."

Zhong Chang's expression changed slightly when he saw this. He felt the strong evil spirit emanating from Yan Zheng and knew that the young man Yan Zheng had really started.

Before, when he fought with Bai Ye in the battle between heaven and man, he had been affected by the "Slaughter" character technique, which caused him to lose his reason and magnify the dark side of his heart, so he was very cautious when facing the "Slaughter" character technique.

"Be careful."

Fang Jide also noticed the change in Yan Zheng. He reminded Zhong Chang with a serious look, then swung his sword and faced Yan Zheng.

However, when Fang Jide swung his sword and faced Yan Zheng, he suddenly felt as if he was trapped in a sea of ​​blood, surrounded by a strong bloody smell, which was disgusting. His mind began to become blurred, and the scene in front of him became distorted, as if countless evil spirits were roaring at him.

"Is this the "Slaughter" character technique?"

Fang Jide was shocked and knew that he was affected by the "Slaughter" character technique. He quickly mobilized his energy to try to resist the evil spirit. But the evil spirit seemed to be everywhere, constantly eroding his mind and making him crazy.

"Jide, keep your heart and don't be controlled by the evil spirit."

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