The edge is born from the sword, and the ghost is frightened!

The edge was faint, silky, and like smoke, but in Chen Zong's perception, it was extremely blazing and earth-shattering.

Kill!

Silent, the void is as fragile as tofu, it can be easily cut, and the kind of exhilaration, which makes Chen Zong feel unbelievable, and there is a kind of exuberance from the depths of the body and the depths of the soul, which is incomparably hearty.

Sharp!

Ignore everything!

Invincible!

Nothing is broken!

The slightest trace of the undetectable edge loomed, almost transparent attached to the blade of the iron sword, and the moment it came into contact with the body of the head wolf, there was no pause, nor any resistance, directly tearing the head wolf's tenacious and amazing skin, tearing the flesh and blood that had been tempered thousands of times and the bones as hard as steel, split into two.

Blood was sprayed and sprinkled all over the ground, and the rich smell of blood was extremely pungent.

Chen Zong and the head wolf staggered, only feeling pain everywhere in his body, as if his body was pierced by a blunt knife and stirred violently, the broken and chaotic mess, it was difficult to stand firmly, the whole person was bent and kneeling, and he could only barely stick his sword into the ground to keep it from falling to the ground.

And the wolf's body was directly dissected, fell in a pool of blood, struggled to pull out, and let out a whimper full of unwillingness, but he couldn't get up and gradually died.

Reluctantly turned around, and saw the death of the head wolf, Chen Zongfang was really relieved, his eyes were dark, and he could no longer support himself to fall forward, unconscious.

......

It's like being crumpled and put back together, again and again, like a nightmare reincarnation.

Until a flash of light, as if tearing the heavens and the earth, Chen Zong suddenly woke up, as soon as he woke up, he couldn't feel his body, and the next breath, an indescribable pain swept over, as if to tear apart Chen Zong's soul.

Pain!

It just hurts.

It felt like my body was falling apart.

The corners of Chen Zong's eyes twitched, this kind of pain was really unbearable, fortunately, he had not been seriously injured before, and he could bear it.

However, after self-examination, Chen Zong knew how bad his condition was at this moment.

Fortunately, he is not an ordinary person in nature, although he can't cultivate, he can still recuperate, but it takes time.

Putting aside his physical injuries for the time being, Chen Zong recalled the sword that slashed the head wolf.

It was a sword that poured out the strength of this body, and it was also a sword that gathered the belief in killing.

Pure and pure!

Dust-free!

This was in Chen Zong's expectation and in Chen Zong's grasp, but the faint edge that suddenly burst out after that was completely unexpected by Chen Zong.

It is precisely the appearance of that trace of edge that makes Chen Zong's sword have a peerless advantage, just like a sword embryo to open the edge, just like a scrap iron sword, invincible and indestructible.

It was an extremely wonderful power, which made Chen Zong's heart move, palpitate, and yearn for it in an instant.

Chen Zong thought about it carefully, what kind of power was that?

This kind of power had never been experienced by Chen Zong before.

As if it were a touch.

A touch of the heart, a touch of the sword.

Calming down and forgetting the pain in his body, Chen Zong searched for the memories of King Taiyuan.

That kind of edge, as if the dust is gone, as if rust has fallen.

"Daoyi!"

His own feelings and the memories of King Taiyuan suddenly made Chen Zong suddenly realize.

That seems to be the meaning of the Tao!

What is Taoism?

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