The blade was knocked down like a giant pillar that raised the sky, and with the rolling pressure, it hit Yang Zheng's head, like the collapse of Mount Tai. It is perfect to describe it as the four words "destroyed disaster".

At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the thin figure under the blade, feeling inexplicably nervous. They didn't understand why Yang Zheng closed his eyes and sat waiting for death, and had no idea of ​​resisting or running away, but he refused to admit defeat.

At the critical moment of life and death, is he still struggling with face issues?

Many elders sighed. It would be a pity that such a stunning genius fell in a hurry like a flash in the pan.

Seeing this, Taoist people in the reed sacred expressions were all showing joyful expressions. In their opinion, killing Yang Zheng in public can promote the power of Taoism and let the people of Qi know that those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish. This is the end of disobeying Taoism!

The bystanders had their own ulterior motives and different emotions. As the person involved in the crisis center, Yang Zheng had a calm face, as if he was out of the matter, and knew nothing about the sword intention that was coming towards him.

There is an old saying that there is a thunder in his chest and a flat lake, he can be called a general. He will not be confused when facing danger and will not be surprised when changes are happening. This is exactly where his strong temperament lies.

He closed his eyes, his breath was peaceful, and he was in a mysterious and unspeakable state.

The majestic sword intent whistled down, less than half a foot away from his head, he suddenly started to chant.

"Fate is like the breeze, nature is like the bright moon, and it is bright and bright. The light of the spirit shines everywhere, when will you not take refuge? Always rise in the place of ignorance, and the stars move. There are all things that can be understood, and movement and stillness respond to the divine mechanism..."

At the same time, he held the sword in both hands, and after half a circle of sweeping in the air, he stood beside him.

The breeze came gently, and a vague and ever-changing true energy floated out, like a breeze blowing on the tulle, wrapped around the blood-red sword body.

The sword hides in the wind, and from a distance, it seems to disappear.

Yang Zheng was holding the wind.

He held the wind and slashed towards the majestic sword.

Compared with the magnificent atmosphere of the great and authentic atmosphere, the mysterious green true energy is too small and vulnerable, as if it will dissipate into nothingness with a casual shot.

Sure enough, just as it was about to touch the sword intent, it gently disappeared in the wind.

The wind is invisible, it disappears, and that is its true shape.

Yang Zheng realized the meaning of the wind.

The next moment, the sword body appeared again in his hand, and the pillar of the sky-raising weather that was dozens of feet long suddenly froze in the air, as if it was resisted by huge force, stopping the terrifying power of falling.

The front-most sharp edge was only a slight difference from the top of his head.

This is enough to decide the outcome.

Yang Zheng's eyes were bright, and he admired the freeze-shaped grand sword intent, but his expression remained unchanged. The gentle and peaceful voice floated into everyone's ears again.

"How many things are in this period, either in a square or in a wrong way. When everyone uses them, their ambitions are high or low. Those who understand them are all right, but before they understand, they are confused everywhere. Cultivators observe the heaven and follow the way of the way, and their achievements are full of power."

This poem was not written by him, but was found by accident when he was reading classics in his previous life. He liked them very much at that time, so he became familiar with them. Now that he can travel through another world and be able to cultivate truth and enlighten the truth, he has a deeper understanding of this poem.

Those who understand are all in one's own way, but before they are clear, they are confused everywhere.

There are more than tens of millions of people in the world who have realized the truth. Everyone is experiencing and practicing, hoping to understand it. However, when they fail to fully understand it, even if they listen to others explain the mystery, they are not their own and they will be confused everywhere.

Everyone can say the word "未分" and "no one can do it. Why is this? Many people attribute it to the root of wisdom, but in fact, its root lies in the state of mind. If you fail to enter such a state of mind, no matter how much you have the root of wisdom, you will not be able to get enlightened.

When you feel in a state of mind, it is like an actor who gets a singing book and knows how to sing the play.

So, how can we enter the right state of mind?

Two words, chance.

When the opportunity comes, the mood comes.

Was Sakyamuni a Buddha under the Bodhi tree because he had wisdom? No, he had wisdom always, but the opportunity had not accumulated enough, and had not reached the point of perfection, so he failed to realize the truth and become a Buddha.

As long as there are enough opportunities and a mature state of mind, no matter how clever and stupid you can suddenly realize it.

Therefore, it is not possible to rely solely on observing the heaven and observing the heaven. The key is to practice the way of practice. Only by following the way is to practice the way, to the point where the opportunity lies, and to the Bodhi tree that belongs to you, can you achieve the merits.

Sitting there will never be any chance.

Practice and practice, this is practice.

Yang Zheng had already seen the meaning of Qingfeng Dao that night, but until today, when he walked to this battle platform, he had achieved his full success.

So he realized it.

Tian Ze was just touched and temporarily glimpsed the edge of Taoist intention, just like that night of Yang Zheng. Yang Zheng, at this moment, the three realms were complete, and had not yet entered the fourth realms, but had mastered Taoist intention in advance and possessed the magical powers of the four realms.

Compared with the two, Tian Ze finally took a step further in his practice.

Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, the surging sword intent that had previously shook the sky and the earth was broken like a mirror, turning into transparent fragments, dissipating in the breeze, as if it had never appeared.

Everything returns to peace.

Tian Ze's face and hard work were not calm.

The sword intent was controlled by him with the heart of Tao. Although he had not officially opened the heart of Tao, since he had seen it in advance, he would suffer corresponding severe damage. Under the infiltration of wind and spirit, the great Taoist intent collapsed, disappeared, and violently impacted his heart.

He looked pale and stared at Yang Zheng in disbelief. After several steps back, he suddenly turned red and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

"You have realized it too..."

He moaned sadly and fell to the ground and fainted.

He lost. Even though he had the blood of Huangdi, he could graft the earth, but he was still no match for Yang Zheng.

When it comes to enlightenment at the moment of battle, who is afraid of whom?

Yang Zheng understood that it was not even the fire-attribute Taoist meaning related to his physique, but just the prototype of Taoist meaning that he accidentally saw on the road. When that wisp of opportunity was like a breeze blowing by, he grabbed it firmly and he won.

The difference between the two is self-evident.

Yang Zheng's eyes were indifferent, and he watched Tian Ze be carried away, and joked: "It's as you wish."

Before the fight, Tian Ze ridiculed him for learning the Qingfeng Sword Technique, but obviously did not take this low-level martial art seriously. Now, Yang Zheng fulfilled his wish and really won with the Qingfeng Sword Technique.

To be precise, it is just a starting style, and the breeze is coming.

Hearing this sentence, the Taoist people in the queue were ashamed and made a decision at the same time, giving up challenging Yang Zheng. Reality was in front of them, and with their talent and strength, they were not qualified to be compared with Yang Zheng.

Even Tian Ze, the first genius of the royal family, was defeated, and they rushed forward. Do they really want to die in vain?

In the silent atmosphere, they watched Yang Zheng return to the queue and stand in a position that originally belonged to Tian Ze.

Now, Yang Zheng is ranked second.

But everyone agreed in their hearts that he was the first.

Next to Yang Zheng, the first position, the ordinary young man turned his head and looked at him seriously.

"Do you know Liao?"
Chapter completed!