Luo Tianjun waved his sleeves and used Heaven and Earth in his hands. He used the mysterious killing move, Eternal Sorrow Palm. His palms were blue on the left and green on the right. Each of them produced a stream of aura. His left palm was surging waves and raging tides. His right palm was chilly wind and ghostly howls. The two completely different streams of vital energy were integrated into one and coexisted harmoniously. They strangely emitted a blue-green glow.
"You can rest in peace after receiving a palm from me." Luo Tianjun shouted. The two streams of vital energy surged forward like a heavenly horse crossing the Milky Way. Black thunder pierced through the sky and raised murderous intent. They arrived in front of Zhao Yun in the blink of an eye.
This was the first move of Eternal Sorrow Palm, Sea God Mountain's Ghost Comes. This move divided the vital energy in the body into two. The most difficult part was to not interfere with each other but complement each other. They were still side by side. While Luo Tianjun attacked with both hands, the two streams of vital energy were inseparable. There was no order, which showed that his realm had reached perfection.
Zhao Yun sensed the aura and raised the divine sword in his hand. The moment the two streams of Zhen Qi rushed towards him, he blocked them with his sword. "Clang, clang, clang!" Two sounds rang out at the same time. Then, Zhao Yun's body was like a kite with a broken string. He flew twenty feet away, unconscious. She was on the verge of falling at the edge of the cliff. She was afraid that she would fall into the valley with a gentle breeze.
The difference in strength between the two was like heaven and earth. It was clear in one move.
Luo Tianjun shook his head slightly and didn't even look at Zhao Yun. Then, he turned around and waved his sleeves. He said, "No need to play or sing. Let's go." He didn't need to check Zhao Yun's wound anymore because he had full confidence that the move just now had already sent Zhao Yun to hell.
Lan Qiaomeng saw that although Zhao Yun was dead, she still held the sword tightly and refused to let go. She couldn't help but sigh. "What a pity. If Zhao Yun had a good understanding of the way of the sword, he would be a top figure in Immortal Grove in the future. But he shouldn't have offended Teacher and ruined his great future. "
Hong Yegu laughed and said, "Mengmeng, you are still sad for the dead. I really don't understand you." She grabbed Luo Tianjun's arm and said coquettishly, "Teacher, your move is so powerful. I want to learn it too. Please teach me."
Luo Tianjun rejected without hesitation, saying, "This palm art is based on the ancient grief. When you first start cultivating it, there will be 9,999 crying evil ghosts in your sea of consciousness. After you finish cultivating it, you will be affected by the Three Thousand Feet of the Underworld. All the ancient Evil Qi and resentment will be gathered at one point, which will only make people go crazy. Those who don't have deep grief can't cultivate it, and those who don't have absolute willpower can't cultivate it. Gu 'er, don't bite off more than you can chew. You just need to focus on cultivating the Red Maple Saber. Alright, let's return to Kongju Mountain first. "
Just as he was about to raise his Qi to capture the clouds, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?" He actually stopped and did not move.
The two girls, Lan Qiaomeng, were puzzled. They asked in unison, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
Luo Tianjun turned his head and stared at Zhao Yun. After thinking for a while, he understood. He said, "She must be wearing some kind of protective armor to protect her heart meridian. No wonder."
"Teacher, what are you talking about?"
The two girls followed Luo Tianjun's gaze and looked at Zhao Yun. After a while, they couldn't help but exclaim, "Zhao Yun is not dead yet!"
The young man, whose soul should have been devoured by Luo Tianjun's extreme True Qi and fell into the sea of bitterness forever, miraculously did not lose his life.
The hand that was unwilling to accept such a crushing defeat was still trembling and wriggling. Although it only moved an inch, it was still moving.
Then, the valiant and unyielding body also struggled with all its might, trying to stand up with great difficulty. In the end, it couldn't withstand the injury and fell back to the dust with a plop.
"Mengmeng, what do you think he is doing? Does he still want to stand up and continue to entangle with teacher? " Hong Yegu's eyes flickered with a strange light. She pursed her lips and stared blankly at Zhao Yun. She really couldn't understand Zhao Yun's behavior.
Luo Tianjun sighed again. "Since that's the case, let's waste some more time. Play the music! "
The solemn and sorrowful tune sounded again. Zhao Yun's mind regained some light. The bone-piercing pain surged all over her body, and her consciousness gradually became clear.
Relying on the Golden Thread Armor to block most of the murderous aura, Zhao Yun was lucky enough to keep half of her life. She lay on the ground powerlessly.
"I want to stand up! Because I still have a sword that I haven't used! "
He leaned the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword on the ground while panting. He held the sword hilt tightly and didn't let go. It was like the last straw that he could grab when he was drowning. He told the last thought in his life. "Mighty Fighting, you still have that peerless sword that you haven't used, right?"
The all-powerful Mighty Fighting Divine Sword was now willing to be a humble crutch, supporting Zhao Yun, helping Zhao Yun, and giving him some comfort.
When the Heavenly Monarch was angry, all living things would be crippled and could not be revived. However, Zhao Yun, who was seriously injured, seemed to have revived. Under everyone's surprised gaze, he slowly straightened his body and stood up in disbelief.
There was no trace of pain on his face, nor was he disappointed or depressed. He also didn't pretend to be relaxed. He just looked at Luo Tianjun indifferently.
Luo Tianjun frowned and said, "Zhao Yun, although you have stood up, do you still have the strength to fight? If there is a recovery elixir, quickly consume it. I have waited for a long time for this second move. Don't disappoint me again. "
Zhao Yun's mouth seemed to be sewn. He trembled with all his might, but he couldn't make a sound. However, the pain from the depths of his internal organs seeped out. Through the shackles of silence, it made it even more difficult for him to stand up.
He used all his mental strength to smoothly say the words that ordinary people could easily say. "I forcefully pulled myself together because I still have a sword that I haven't used in my heart. I want you to evaluate it. As for whether it will succeed or fail, and whether it will disappoint you, it's not something I can consider. "
This voice was too soft. Even Luo Tianjun, who had profound skills, could only hear a few words. However, looking at Zhao Yun's moving lips, he guessed the meaning. He sighed and said, "Your willpower is really shocking. It's a pity that you have the will but not the strength. You can't even speak loudly. How can you have the strength to fight again?"
Zhao Yun didn't speak anymore. He was only seizing every second to recover his strength.
Seeing that the battle was about to start again, Lan Qiaomeng couldn't bear it and said, "Teacher's killing intent is firm. He will never let Zhao Yun go so easily. Poor Zhao Yun has just stood up, and his soul is about to return to nothingness. In the end, it's just a mirage. In front of teacher's power, which is stronger than heaven and earth, why does he have to be so stubborn? "
"Forget it. Since you have this ambition, I can only fulfill it. Yearning Wooden Stick Golden Wulan, I bestow death upon you! "
The second move of the Eternal Heartbreak Palm was majestic. Endless falling trees rustled. Speaking of yearning and reality, the golden light shook heaven and earth. The phoenix came and the luan danced and destroyed people's intestines.
The golden light in front of him shot straight into the sky. It was so dazzling that it was difficult to distinguish where the dark wooden stick would land in the golden light. Zhao Yun simply closed his eyes and sensed the location of the murderous intent by relying on his Qi.
Then, at the moment when the murderous intent filled the sky attacked him, Zhao Yun's last strength turned into a slow sword move.
It was a sword move that didn't care about success or failure, gain or loss, and life or death.
It was just a cry in his heart. It was just a subtle understanding of the bier. It was just a declaration of the divine sword.
This sword move was only for the sake of unsheathing the sword. It wasn't Zhao Yun's sword, nor was it Li Qinglian's sword.
My confidence, my passion, my anger, my weakness, all of them are gone.
When I really fade away, to the extent that I can't be seen, I will quietly stand at the side and observe the ruthlessness of the sword coldly. The original intent of the sword will remain the same. This is the so-called selflessness.
When he just died and fainted, Zhao Yun's consciousness was drifting. He didn't know where it was. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from the sky, "Observing the sword with the sword, so I don't know which is me and which is the sword." It was the selflessness realm taught by the fatty under the Moonlit Pavilion.
After exchanging a move with Luo Tianjun, Zhao Yun already knew the gap between the two of them. He had long disregarded life and death, and hid the desire to win or lose. Therefore, in his coma, he remembered the mysterious sword realm that he couldn't understand even after much thought.
The Eternal Heartbreak Palm carried the sad and mighty power of heaven and earth. It stepped into the selflessness realm, and the terrifying power of collapsing mountains and splitting the earth exploded in front of Zhao Yun's eyes.
Due to the lack of cultivation foundation, if Zhao Yun also used a selflessness realm sword move, it would be extremely difficult for him to resist the power that shook the universe.
However, Zhao Yun's gentle sword move faced it with selflessness. She was just picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence. When she occasionally looked up, she didn't have to do it deliberately. She saw the Southern Mountain leisurely. It was just that the cold waves were faint and the white bird was slowly descending. There was no trace of dust or force.
A sword was just a sword, and a sword move was just a sword move. You come, I go.
"I am drunk and sleepy. I will go."
Go, go, go.
The Green Lotus Sword Technique had been lost for thousands of years. Other than Li Qinglian, no one had learned the sword move. Unexpectedly, it appeared at the most appropriate time at the most critical moment.
"You go!"
The slow sword faced the fierce palm. The selflessness realm faced the selflessness realm. Zhao Yun, who had no vital energy, faced Luo Tianjun, who was at the peak of the Tribulation Realm. They were evenly matched.
In an instant, the wooden sticks that filled the sky disappeared. The dazzling golden light disappeared. Then, Zhao Yun and Luo Tianjun both vomited a mouthful of blood at the same time.
"Teacher!" The Blue Bridge Dream Shuangshu screamed in shock and rushed to Luo Tianjun's side.
"Master!" The hundred girls looked at the horrifying bloodstain on Luo Tianjun's lips in panic. They felt that the world was turned upside down. An unbelievable scene suddenly played out in front of them. The sound of playing and singing seemed to be cast by a spell. They stopped at the same time.
There was someone who could injure Luo Tianjun, who stood proudly at the peak and had never been defeated.
It was Zhao Yun, who was defeated and on the verge of death, who injured Luo Tianjun.
This was simply the most absurd thing in the world. No matter who it was, it was hard to believe. Unfortunately, this was the truth.
Luo Tianjun reached out and touched his mouth. He seemed to be stunned. He just lowered his head and stared at the enchanting vermilion sword in his hand, "I was actually injured by his sword?"
After Zhao Yun vomited blood, her chest and abdomen hurt even more. Her divine sense could no longer support her. She fell to the ground with a smile.
But at this time, no one was willing to move their eyes to him.
Everyone's eyes were gathered on Luo Tianjun.
Even Luo Tianjun's two most beloved disciples, Hong Yegu and Lan Qiaomeng, were on tenterhooks. They couldn't imagine how angry their teacher would be.
For their teacher, who had always cherished his face, any little insult or disrespect would ignite his raging fire. Take Wu Tong for example. Their teacher couldn't wait for Wu Tong to die early. But Zhao Yun killed Wu Tong, so their teacher wanted Zhao Yun to redeem his life. He didn't care about Wu Tong, but he cared about his own dignity.
But at this moment, their teacher's dignity was ruthlessly trampled by Zhao Yun. He couldn't even talk about the word dignity.
A brat who didn't even have true energy actually made their teacher vomit blood. Where would Luo Tianjun's face go?
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