What was stepping into the path?
Actually, it was not a fantasy.
It was a feeling that everyone could experience when they did something to a certain extent.
In this state of "stepping into the Dao".
Breaking the limit, omnipotent.
An artist would never be able to paint a second painting in his lifetime.
A poet would write a poem that he would never be able to write a second one in his lifetime.
A swordsman would never be able to swing a second sword in his entire life.
Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan were in such a state.
Their minds were connected.
The True Qi fused together.
Primordial Spirit Fusion.
His flesh, blood, Genuine Qi, and spirit had already merged into a sword light.
All the true qi in their bodies.
Following this sword, it rolled out and poured out for thousands of miles.
The sword light was not dazzling, sharp, or terrifying, but it had the power to change the world and shift the stars.
"Heavens, are they really only Xiantian Lords?”
"What sword technique is that?"
"Impossible. This sword art is as powerful as the heavens and earth.”
"An epiphany?"
"When I break through, I instantly comprehend the Dao?"
At the relay station, the people who were fighting fiercely had long lost the mood to continue fighting.
They had been paying close attention.
Obviously, they were no longer important in this battle.
The key was whether Primordial Thirteen could take down Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan.
Or perhaps, Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan could create a legend that belonged to the Song Dynasty.
And they might be witnesses.
Thirteen Primordial Limits had used hundreds of ultimate techniques in one go and fused them into one move. It was already powerful enough.
Wu Qing felt that even if his uncle Zhuge Zhengwo were to encounter it, he would suffer and might die under this move.
However, Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan's combined sword was even more stunning.
This was no longer a sword.
Instead, he said.
Under this power, the [Yuan] that was originally aimed at Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan suddenly appeared in the eyes of Primordial Thirteen Limits.
Not just Yuan.
The entire world, the light of the stars, the plants, the soil, and even the air he breathed became his enemies.
Primordial Thirteen Limits was shocked.
A chill rose from the bottom of his heart.
He found it hard to believe.
Because he felt that he would die.
He was retreating, retreating rapidly.
But it was useless.
Heaven and earth seemed to have become his cage.
Even he had no way to counter this move of his.
Puff!
Blood splattered everywhere.
It was unstoppable.
Primordial Thirteen Limits 'body was pierced through by the light of " Origin ", leaving behind a bloody hole. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The black robe on his body fluttered in the wind, and his body swayed like a candle in the wind, ready to fall at any moment.
"Master!"
His disciple, Six Directions Azure Dragon, was shocked.
" A legend! A new martial arts legend!"
Sword Monk Xiao was so excited that his face turned red, as if he was the one who had severely injured Primordial Thirteen Limits.
"Unbelievable!"
Ruthless, Life Chaser, Coldblood, and the others were also shocked.
He was fighting against a grandmaster with the strength of a Xiantian Lord, yet he was still able to heavily injure the other party under the latter's full-strength attack?
Even Yao Yue of the Daming Empire couldn't do it, right?
The reason why she could defeat Zen Master Great Compassion was because he was an eminent monk of the Buddhist League and seemed to have held back.
Mu Wanqing's beautiful eyes lit up and she felt a little inferior.
When would he be able to help His Highness like "Sister Wang"?
She was really too weak. On this battlefield, she was like a burden.
While everyone was mesmerized by the sword, Xie Chaohua suddenly said,""No, Primordial Thirteen Limits isn't dead yet!"
Xie Chaohua's real name was Hua Zhendai. She was the disciple of Master Lazy Candy, Ye Aichan, and one of the three great female constables of the Six Fan School.
Just like Sword Monk Xiao and Zhui Ming, he had been hiding in the alliance and was already the vice leader of the alliance.
As she spoke, everyone looked at Primordial Thirteen Limits.
His body swayed, but he did not fall.
There was a hole in his chest. His heart and lungs were shattered. His flesh and bones were separated, but he was still alive.
He was still breathing.
He had learned a variety of martial arts, so he naturally knew some secret life-saving techniques.
Moreover, he was a Grandmaster powerhouse.
As long as his aura and primordial spirit were still there, he was not completely dead.
"Hey!"
Thirteen Primordial Limits spat out blood as he sneered. He stared at Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan, who had fallen to the ground.
The two of them were still holding hands, but they had already escaped from the mysterious state just now.
Primordial Thirteen Limits 'hair stood on end like a demon god,""A Dao Stepping Realm sword technique activated by an Immortal Bone is indeed terrifying.”
"But, your zhenqi has also been exhausted, right?”
The more powerful a move was, the more zhenqi and mental energy it consumed.
Why was a unique skill a unique skill?
It was because he had already used a move. If he did not succeed, he would die.
"You don't have to test us," Zhao WuXian said frankly."We don't have much zhenqi left.”
Then, he took out the Small Cyclic Pellet.
In front of the Primordial Thirteen Limits, he and Wang Yuyan each held a sword and swallowed a Small Rejuvenation Pill. He circulated his internal energy to recover his true qi.
Thirteen Primordial Limits stared at them, his eyes narrowed.
He didn't know if Zhao WuXian's words were true.
Although he was still alive, he was only alive. He only had the power to make one more move.
But what about Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan?
He could not see through it.
If he still had a trump card, he would die.
The calmer Zhao WuXian was, the more he didn't dare to move.
That sword strike just now had already made his heart palpitate and he felt fear.
Fortunately, he still had one more move.
And that move.
Even if he didn't move, he could still use it.
A crossbow and ten arrows appeared in his hand.
Sad God Arrow!
This was an arrow that had been shot with all his heart broken and all his hopes lost.
This kind of archery technique was earth-shattering and earth-shattering.
There were only a handful of people in the world who could deal with it.
This was the arrow he had refined to deal with Zhuge Zhengwo.
In order to refine this arrow, he had killed the woman he loved the most.
When he took out the arrow.
Ruthless, Life Chaser, Coldblood, and Sword Monk Xiao's expressions changed at the same time.
"He succeeded?"
"This kind of archery shouldn't exist!"
Generally speaking, martial techniques without internal energy would at most be classified as Earth Grade.
Then, what was a Heaven Rank martial technique?
Heaven Rank martial technique.
It had already left the category of " moves " and became a concept.
Sad God Arrow was such a martial technique.
Once he mastered it.
Even if the enemy was on the ground or in the sky, or dozens of miles away, it would be difficult for them to dodge an arrow.
The world had long darkened.
The killing intent calmed the wind.
Zhao WuXian smiled slightly and said to Primordial Thirteen,"Unfortunately, I don't want to be sad, so I won't be able to see the glory of this arrow.”
He held Wang Yuyan's hand and left.
Primordial Thirteen Limits stared, but he couldn't shoot his [Heartbroken God Arrow].
A white-haired old man stood in front of him.
Primordial Thirteen Limits's pupils constricted as he exclaimed,""It's you!"
Ever since Zhao WuXian returned, Primordial Thirteen Limits had sensed a hint of danger.
Therefore, he walked step by step from the relay station, raising his aura and squeezing every inch of space around him, trying to find the other party.
However, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find the other party.
This made him suspect that he was overthinking things.
Only then did he turn his attention to Zhao WuXian and Wang Yuyan.
But now, he knew that his perception was not wrong.
The other party seemed to have been standing by his side from the beginning.
Primordial Thirteen Limits 'hair stood on end, he felt terrified.
The moment the white-haired old man appeared, the arrow in his hand had already been shot.
It was not his arrow that flew up, but his head.
The white-haired old man's body was dry and thin, without a trace of aura. However, he used his teeth to bite the arrow and took off the head with both hands.
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