The boy looked at the woman beside him in despair.

Pei Lingsu could only remain silent... She didn't know how to give an answer.

Thousands of wooden buildings that are sheltered on the inner wall of the Great Wall in the North were uprooted in an instant.

Only a few people survived.

The girl looked silently at the empty and broken land in front of her... The twisted and broken northern city walls and several scattered sword energy lights. The formation master who built the northern walls was killed or injured in the impact.

She knew what the scene in front of her meant.

The northern border is no longer complete.

The ascension plan failed.

...

...

It was pitch black.

No five fingers.

Chen Yuan felt his divine sea rumbling and trembling, and no matter what, he could not gather his energy.

It seemed as if the consciousness was shook out of the sky.

Since I practiced and grasped the sword... I have never felt this way before.

Who is he?

He was a great disciple that Pei Min admired extremely, and the chosen one who inherited the mansion of the general's mansion. When his master was alive, he took him to the northern border, fight with the great demon, and play chess with the saint son. As long as Chen Yuan set out his sword, he would all solve the battle in one move.

It was not those disciples of the Holy Mountain who dared not do their best for Pei Min's sake.

But he is really too strong.

Chen Yuan's strength is far beyond his peers... Before Xu Zang was born, Chen Yuan already knew how to cover up his edge, because the opponent he faced at this moment no longer needed him to expose his true strength.

The moment I took over the breaking of the barrier.

His heart of Tao was extremely firm.

But at this moment, countless memories flowed back, rushing by like rivers in the trembling sea of ​​divine sea.

He seemed to have returned to the first day of practicing swords. It was a rainy night, in the wilderness, and the master asked him.

"Chen Yuan, can you cut down the wooden stake in front of you?"

He held the sword and said with a smile.

"But what's the difficulty of just a wooden stake?"

Pei Min stood in a rainy night and shouted.

"Get out the sword!"

Chen Yuan, who was gifted, had great strength since childhood and was able to carry a tripod easily. At this moment, he did not hesitate to hold the iron sword in his hands and slashed it in the waist with all his might. However, a fine rain splashed out in the heavy rain. The wooden stake man was soaked in heavy rain, as if he was covered in a layer of iron armor and stood tall.

Chen Yuan needs to raise his head to look up at the face of the wooden stake.

But no matter how much he looked up to him, he could not see the face of his master.

The hold of rain was sprinkled in memories.

Master's words are also engraved into his bones.

"The sword is not the greater the power, the stronger the."

The figure, which was taller than the wooden stake grass man, held Chen Yuan with one hand and held the sword with him.

There is no star wave.

No brute force is required.

The sword edge broke through the limit of the sound, pierced the void, pierced the rain curtain, and penetrated the wooden stake with a sword, making a light and shaking sound.

"Pu"

Chen Yuan stood in the memory in a daze. He seemed to have become a traveler, returning to that moment from the perspective of a third person.

The heavy rain solidified and the water droplets filled the sky.

The young man held the iron sword and stood in front of the wooden stake grass man. His eyes were blocked by the tall wooden stake, staring at the sword that cut into the abdomen of the wooden stake without any exposure.

Pei Min's voice echoed gently.

"Did you understand?"

The young man Chen Yuan did not look back. He only felt that the teacher's voice was floating far away.

It's asking yourself, not like asking yourself.

"Well... I understand."

This is a very fast sword.

In the sword tip and the heart of the grass man, only one sword in a straight line is taken.

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Many years later, Chen Yuan still kept thinking about this scene. Every time he remembered, he made some progress. Every time he realized, he felt that his understanding of that sword became deeper and deeper... It was not until the iron cavalry broke Fengming that he once again held the breaking barrier and ignited the Nirvana Dao Fire that he was sure to believe that he had completely digested the relaxed sword taught by his master.

But, is that really the case?

The rainy night in my memory has frozen.

He held the fruit of life and death, stood in the abyss of the day when he held the sword, and stood silently in the rain. He looked at the young man who was covered by the tall wooden stakes in the distance, but did not see the real "scene" of this sword.

With the thunder, several mountains collapsed and disintegrated in the sword energy.

My young and ignorant self thought that the distant scenery was a torrent of mudstone caused by a magnificent thunderstorm.

Pei Min, on a rainy night, looked at herself standing in her memory.

His voice swept far away.

This time.

Chen Yuan was very sure that the teacher was talking to him.

"Did you understand?"

The sound of the collapse of the divine sea stopped at this moment.

The roar of rainy nights, the sound of mud and stones breaking, all the chaos and interference, stagnation—

The whole world has become quiet.

Only the master and disciple who cherish each other was left, looking at each other, looking at each other and smiling across a space and time.

Breaking the barriers is not just the shortest straight line.

But a certain point.

All living things have that "point".

It has nothing to do with force, it has nothing to do with Tao.

As long as you find that point... you only need one sword to destroy the mountain, break the sea, only one sword, killing people, and only one sword.

The rain began to flow back, and the water droplets that splashed on the ground suddenly turned into a backflow waterfall. At the same time, the entire memory world of Chen Yuanjun was like a river turbulent and roaring—

He opened his eyes.

It was still pitch black, as if standing on the bumpy sea surface, with the soles of his feet rising and falling, and his divine thoughts could not go out to explore, but all his consciousness returned to normal.

Memories remained in the moment when they were swallowed into the belly by the golden-winged roc bird—

He cannot recall too much.

A weak voice rang beside him.

"Mr...."

Chen Yuan looked at the sound, his eyes gradually recovered. There was indeed no light here, but it was just dark, not absolutely dark. The bumpy "sea surface" under his feet was a layer of sticky paste flowing.

This is the belly of Bai Gen's natal demon body.

The sound was made, and it was the young Buddhist lark who was swallowed into his stomach with him.

A "swish" sound.

Chen Yuan flicked his finger gently, and a ray of divine fire ignited, illuminating this narrow space.

The Buddha's ears moved, and he heard the sound of burning flames, and his voice laughed at himself with a very soft voice.

"Mr.... don't have to make trouble for me..."

Chen Yuan suddenly fell silent, and he saw the monk sitting cross-legged and jogging with the "sea surface".

The Bodhisattva with a solemn appearance is still smiling at this moment.

But the eyes kept flowing with gurgling blood.
To be continued...