The rich blood energy circulated through Chu Qingyu's meridians and soared into the sky.
It was like a pillar of blood and qi.
The sky darkened and the thick clouds gathered here. They started to spin and gradually formed a majestic vortex!
The lightning was like a long snake.
In the vortex, there was the sound of thunder!
At the center of the vortex. Clearly, it was aimed at this place, at the youth in the carriage.
The tower-like man stopped in his tracks and looked up at the sky with a shocked expression.
"This is…"
He remembered that the information he had received before was that this person did not have any martial arts cultivation.
That was why he had cleared out the other soldiers first to prevent any experts from ambushing them.
After ensuring that there were no other threats, he finally prepared to kill Chu Qingyu.
But now, what was going on with this strange phenomenon in the sky?
While he was in a daze, the young man sitting in the carriage in front of him.
His realm had already soared to the extent that it made his heart palpitate.
And it was still rising!
A trace of fear appeared in his heart.
He was ruthlessly suppressed again.
In the realm of grandmasters, the undefeatable state of mind could not be broken!
The muscular man clenched his fists tightly, making cracking sounds as he revealed a fierce expression.
Even if the young man in front of him was a unique martial arts prodigy.
In the face of a life and death crisis, he broke through his realm in one go.
It was also impossible for him to reach such a terrifying strength in a short period of time.
After all, internal strength and combat techniques required decades of accumulation!
And this would determine who would live and who would die when they encountered it!
The tower-like burly man roared angrily, and his clothes were directly torn apart by the rising aura.
His muscles, which were already as exaggerated as a sphere, swelled up again, and his blood vessels protruded.
He did not dare to be careless.
As a Rank One Grandmaster, he had to fully activate the Boiling Blood Secret Technique!
This move injured ten years of his cultivation and damaged his bloodline. He only wanted to kill this person with one strike.
Boom!
As he stomped on the ground with his heel, a deep pit was formed, and the dust exploded into a few feet high.
The muscular man was like an arrow that had left the bow. His figure was like a phantom, bringing with it a sharp whistle in the air!
Like a heavy tank, it charged towards Chu Qingyu.
The palm blade in his hand was covered with a thick layer of flames. He raised it high and was about to slash down!
At this moment, Chu Qingyu was completely immersed in the boundless sword intent.
Big River Sword Intent.
It was as if a long river phantom had risen and rushed over in a mighty manner.
It was like a sword but not a sword.
It was as if he did not care about the attack that was already in front of him.
Time also slowed down like a long river.
The muscular man with an extremely deep cultivation base, who had already reached the level of a first-grade grandmaster, floated in the air.
It was as if he had fallen into a frozen swamp, and his movements were frozen.
The palm that was raised was just three meters above Chu Qinghe's forehead.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't slash down!
The burly man's heart was already in turmoil, and his eyes were filled with shock and fear!
What was going on? He had never heard of such a cultivation technique…
What was the cultivation base of this young man?
At this moment, Chu Qingyu was sitting cross-legged with his eyes lowered.
He was still comprehending the surging sword intent.
He suddenly understood.
This sword intent was a person sitting on the surging Yellow River, visualizing the natural Dharma and Logos, and wasting time on the human world.
It was walking in the bustling market, playing with the world, and refining one's heart with the world of mortals.
His eyes were like a quiet spring in the night, gradually brightening.
All kinds of scenes flashed through his mind. There was the court, the Jianghu, the blooming of spring flowers and autumn moon, and the raging tides of war.
"I understand now. This is the sword of the human world.”
After a while, Chu Qingyu murmured.
The true purpose of this sword essence was to refine it.
With a mortal body, he raised his sword and fought against the aloof Heavenly Dao!
At this moment, Chu Qingyu's eyes were filled with the rising and setting of the sun and moon, the rise and fall of the tides, the changes of the human world, and the spring and autumn of the mortal world.
He had completely comprehended the profoundness of the Big River Sword Intent.
The vast and boundless Feng River seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, the surface of the water rose and fell, surging with monstrous waves.
The waves were boiling!
The rumbling sound was like ten thousand horses galloping, causing people's eardrums to feel uncomfortable.
The sky was gray and dark, and lightning exploded in the thick clouds.
Lightning bolts as thick as water tanks crashed down, and thunder fell like weaving.
The river evaporated, and a large area of the forest on the shore turned into charcoal!
Several tyrannical existences looked at this place with disbelief.
All of the violent lightning slowly dissipated three feet above Chu Qingyu's head.
It turned into the spring rain and floated to the ground.
"A sword that can travel ten thousand miles is not as good as a foot in front of you.”
Chu Qingyu sighed, pressed his knees and finally got up.
He only reached out and shook his hand.
He ended the Rank-1 grandmaster's life.
The muscular man's body was covered in white frost from head to toe. His skin was dry and had lost its elasticity. Wrinkles appeared and his pupils were frozen.
Then, his flesh and blood were loose, his bones were brittle, and he was as thin as firewood.
The marks of time mercilessly ran over his body.
It was as if thousands of years had passed in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the muscular man and his clothes turned into ashes.
Returning to the land that nurtured him.
Chu Qingyu shook his clothes and took a step forward. The horse carriage shattered into pieces.
Spots of greenery seeped out of the ground. Withered trees came back to life, grass grew, and trees flourished.
In a short period of time, this place had already experienced a cycle of seasons.
Chu Qingyu raised his head and squinted his eyes.
The dark clouds in the sky immediately dispersed, and a beam of bright sunlight shone down from the clouds.
The light shone on his body.
Although he was dressed in simple linen clothes, his figure was elegant and handsome. His long hair was tied behind his head, and his face was like jade.
By the river, death and life overlapped and intertwined, giving off a strange and mysterious feeling.
He was like a banished immortal playing in the world.
Just this one step had already reached the Unfettered Celestial Phenomenon Realm.
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