My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 394: Focus on One Point and Reach the Pinnacle
The once lush and lush Qingqiu was now covered in withered grass. Due to the earthquake, if one looked from the air, the entire land of Qingqiu was torn apart and devastated.

But right now, there is dust flying all over the sky above Qingqiu.

There was a loud roar, and a figure in the smoke and dust was blown hundreds of meters away.

The long sword penetrated the ground about an inch, and Ye Wuyou managed to steady his body and then stood up again.

Someone stepped forward in the smoke and dust.

The middle-aged man had his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and with a calm gaze.

The footsteps paused slightly.

A flash of sword light stopped him from moving forward.

Lu Caiwei said nothing, but just raised her sword and went forward.

There is no turning back.

Luo Qinghan stood where he was, biting his teeth lightly, with confusion in his eyes.

The three wolves showed horror in their eyes and dragged the little red wolf away from the place of conflict.

Ye Wuyou held a long knife in his hand, and the blade dragged across the ground. A line of energy condensed and appeared on the tip of the knife, and the hard stone was easily separated like tofu.

Drag the knife to build up momentum, then suddenly exert force.

The blade rose lightly, swept across the ground, and then formed a sharp arc.

The already shattered earth began to tremble once again.

In today's Qingqiu, some strange changes have taken place, which have enhanced the energy of those who set foot here.

If we say that Ye Wuyou was only at the peak of the fifth realm before, even if the magical powers he displayed could pose a threat to the sixth realm, he was not the true sixth realm after all.

Now, the sword moves he displayed were truly no different from those in the Sixth Realm.

With the bonus of Qingqiu, Ye Wuyou felt that this might be the sword that brought his spirit and energy to the peak since his practice.

There was a flash of sword in front of him.

The sword in Lu Caiwei's hand, no matter how sharp it was, only hovered ten feet in front of Xing Dao. An invisible barrier spread out around him, and no matter how sharp the sword was, it could not move forward even a little bit.

As Xing Dao took a step forward, the sword light retreated little by little.

Looking at this scene, Lu Caiwei's eyes flashed slightly, and the clear long sword swirled in her hand, as if she was about to use her magical powers.

There was a voice behind me.

"Substitute."

Lu Caiwei did not hesitate, she swung the sword and moved to the side.

Ye Wuyou was fascinated by the increase in Qi. He held the knife in his hand, and the slight touch from the handle made him feel as if he had become one with the blade.

The blade was slightly red, and the deeply hidden blood color finally eroded the blade bit by bit.

This was originally a sword that had killed countless people, and it was used in the past to replenish the blood and energy of the bluish-white demon.

The knife broke out of the ground, bringing with it the sound of wind and thunder. The blade was stained with blood, like a red and white silk strip drawn across the silent wasteland.

But the result of this cut was not ideal.

Xing Dao looked ahead calmly. The burly man lowered his eyes to look at the blade coming towards him, but his expression did not show any ripples.

Three feet.

Lu Caiwei was able to press the sword's edge within ten feet of Xing Dao's body.

However, Ye Wuyou's sword failed to break through the three feet in front of him.

So Xing Dao had a blank expression on his face, as if he had known this would happen.

There was a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and Xing Dao even stretched out his hand, trying to grab the blade.

"With your current level of cultivation, it's pretty good that you swung this sword, but that's not enough. I'm really curious about how you killed my disciple." Xing Dao said with a faint smile.

He was not in a hurry. He had been sitting in front of the Bitter Love Tree in Qingqiu for several months without making any progress.

Now that he finally had some time to have some fun, Xing Dao didn't mind digging out more information from Ye Wuyou.

For example, how to kill Ji Wuye?
His fingertips stretched out towards the blade that was frozen in front of him, unable to move.

The narrator's voice sounded crazy in Ye Wuyou's mind.

[This is a rebellious act that cannot be tolerated by the heavens. How dare a lowly ant on the ground act in front of you? How dare this annoying dog's paw touch your edge! This barrier like a cicada's wing also tries to stop you. You must know that there is no membrane in the world that you cannot break. You have broken more membranes than these ants have eaten.]

No, what the hell is this metaphor?
But it doesn't matter.

In an instant, a torch-like divine fire suddenly appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes. The divine fire flashed, and a deep scarlet color like ink appeared in his right eye.

The scenery before my eyes was no longer the Xingdao, nor the Qingqiu Wasteland.

Instead, it was a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The blade, which had been stagnant, trembled slightly, and blood gradually wrapped around the blade.

The blood color that Lu Qingshan had wiped off with his magical powers in the past once again corroded the blade, turning from black to red, and the black blade into a blood blade, revealing its original appearance.

The blade, which had been stagnant like a quagmire, suddenly slashed downwards.

A cloud of blood rose up, and several fingers were cut off.

The blade then pointed directly at Xingdao's head.

The figure that had been standing still like a mountain and moving forward all the time finally took a step back at this moment.

But when the blade struck, Xing Dao took another step back.

Ye Wuyou's figure followed closely like a shadow, sticking close to him like a swimming fish.

After all, the practitioners in this world do not have the mysterious means of immortals as seen in the Shinto Pillars. At least when close to each other, they do not have the means to kill someone with just a glance.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou brought the martial arts skills he had acquired throughout his practice to almost the extreme.

Use short flash to catch long flash, and use the afterswing of attack to catch the opponent.

Xing Dao kept retreating.

There was a look of surprise in Xing Dao's eyes at first.

But the surprise was fleeting, and then this scene made his eyes reveal a deep gloom.

"How did you do this... No, it's just that the knife in your hand is strange." Xing Dao said gloomily.

"What the hell is weird about that? Do you know that the red form of Tessaiga is specifically designed to break barriers?" Ye Wuyou directly struck back with a knife.

Xing Dao was slightly stunned and wondered what this kid was talking about?
Who understands what you are saying?
The words were spoken in a flash, and Xing Dao was stunned for a moment. How could Ye Wuyou let go of this opportunity? Besides, there was no obstacle in front of Xing Dao.

The blade touched Xing Dao's heart.

The energy passed in front of Xing Dao, leaving a crack in the noble black and red robe of the Pavilion Master.

But Ye Wuyou's body remained stagnant.

Countless ghost hands attacked Xingdao from all directions, but were blocked by a sickle.

Xing Dao, who had been fighting the enemy with his bare hands calmly, finally used his magical powers at this moment.

A huge blood-red sickle appeared in his hand, and with just a light stroke, countless dark blue ghost hands were cut off at the root.

A trace of blood first appeared on Ye Wuyou's waist, followed by a huge wound that burst open.

After Xing Dao finally got serious, the situation changed instantly.

But Ye Wuyou was still smiling. He looked at Xing Dao's gloomy face, then spoke through gritted teeth.

"Substitute."

The aura burst out again, the blade collided with the blood sickle, Ye Wuyou suddenly took advantage of the force and flew backwards.

The sword light that had been accumulating for a long time finally burst out.

It bloomed out from the gap behind Ye Wuyou.

Lu Caiwei held the sword in both hands, holding it in front of her chest with the tip of the sword pointing forward.

In the eyes of Ye Wuyou, Luo Qinghan and the world, Lu Caiwei has always been weak and quiet, but at this moment, she is holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.

The sleeves were gently swaying due to the blowing of the Qi, and the veins on the exposed lotus-root jade arms were bulging at this moment. The Qi and blood vessels were clearly visible on the girl's body.

His arm did not move, but the sword began to tremble uncontrollably, followed by a loud sword sound.

The woman's clear eyes passed through the sword, then spread to the tip of the sword, and finally looked at the figure.

Three points in one line?
No.

It's just a dot in sight.

Her eyes were always fixed on Ye Wuyou, and she did not offer any help even when the man was seriously injured in the waist.

Because he didn't call her.

Because she wanted to help him.

Because that wasn't the best time.

And at this moment, until the moment Ye Wuyou's body was misaligned.

The flying dust all around suddenly stopped.

Then came the dazzling sword light that passed like a meteor.

Concentrate and reach the top!

(End of this chapter)