"You are not bad for each other, if I hadn't been working hard at night, I would have fallen into your hands this time."

The colorless monk refused to be at a disadvantage in his momentum, so he fought back. The two of them were actually unwilling to let their opponents take advantage of each other.

"Do you think that if you work hard day and night, you won't fall into my hands?"

Zhan Wei spoke and increased his offensive. The long blue sword in his hand was like mercury pouring into the ground, as if it had turned into a green dragon, surrounding the body of the colorless monk and launching an extreme attack there.

At this moment, Zhan Wei looked at the colorless monk like a hedgehog, making him unable to find the place to go.

The colorless monk did make his defense to the extreme. With an attitude of not seeking merit but seeking nothing wrong, he firmly guarded himself, leaving no flaws in his body.

"Invincible Sword"

During the battle, Zhan Wei suddenly shouted loudly, and then his sword gradually became extremely slow.

For a moment, Fenglang was stunned and felt that Zhan Wei's every move and movement was in line with the artistic conception of Tao.

&n2000bsp;Because the time that wind and waves stayed in the realm of the Taoist realm was too short, he could not have been particularly profound in his experience of the Taoist realm. As a result, he broke through to the realm of the virtual immortal due to forced practice.

Now that Fenglang saw Zhan Wei's move, he suddenly shook his whole body and instantly understood the meaning of the word Tao.

With each move and a momentum, if the rhythm is in line with the rhythm, there is still ordinary swordsmanship, which is clearly in line with the Tao.

Fenglang couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaimed. Even in Fenglang's heart, he did not particularly agree with Zhan Wei's character, but seeing the skills he showed in swordsmanship, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening. Of course, Fenglang would not be so pedantic. I only understood the profound meaning of this sentence literally, but at this moment, there was indeed great joy in Fenglang's heart.

Just inadvertently, Fenglang felt that his own strength seemed to be rising rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although he couldn't bear to let go of the scene in front of him, Fenglang slowly closed his eyes, and in his heart, he seemed to be catching it with his heart, something that was inexplicable but in this dark world, there was indeed something.

Regarding Zhan Wei's sword technique, which suddenly slowed down, the expression of the colorless monk became even more serious. His eyes seemed to be staring at the blue sword tip in Zhan Wei's hand, as if he was trying to see something on the tip of the sword.

The rosary in the colorless monk's hand was swinging even faster. The speed was so fast that it was extremely fast. The rosary was moving in front of him without stopping.

As the saying goes, the extreme will lead to decline, so everyone has been looking at the rosary in the hands of the colorless monk, thinking that it will definitely slow down when its speed reaches its peak.

But everyone was shocked. The string of rosary in the colorless monk's hand was swinging there constantly, as if it would never stop, and the speed was increasing at a very slow speed.

"This colorless monk is not simple either. There are really some people who see this battle."

Fenglang couldn't help but sigh deeply when he saw the skill that the colorless monk showed. In his opinion, these two people were rare masters.

Originally, in Fenglang's eyes, he was confident that he would definitely defeat one of these two people, but at this time, Fenglang's thoughts couldn't help but sway, because Fenglang suddenly realized that even if he was replaced, he might not be able to defeat one of the people in this game.

Zhan Wei seemed to be dancing the sword there for a while, and there was no threat at all. However, everyone was surprised to see that the colorless monk became heavier, and even under his nose, sweat seemed to be dripping from his nose.

"This sword will definitely win"

Although there was once a missed crow's mouth, Zhan Wei was still full of confidence when he said this.

"This sword will definitely fail."

The impression that the colorless monk has always given people is that he looks very low-key and does not look good at speaking.

But after hearing Zhan Wei's words, even the colorless monk who had always been very low-key always frowned and said.

"Whether or not, it must be verified by facts"

When saying this, Zhan Wei almost beat the silence, and each word was more powerful than the previous word. Later, Zhan Wei's speech was like a thunderclap, which shocked the samurai with low skills, one by one.

Just as he finished speaking, Zhan Wei had already stabbed eleven swords in one breath. The interval between each sword was the pause of every word.

Monk Wuse did not refute anything unexpected. All his mind was dealing with the eleven swords, but he could not distract himself from him and would do anything verbally counterattack.

One sword after another, and one sword seemed more powerful than one sword. When Zhan Wei stabbed his last sword, even the immortal platform shook with it.

Even the messenger of the Immortal World who had never maintained much enthusiasm had a serious look in his eyes at this moment.

In the heart of this great man, he couldn't help but think that if these people were allowed to enter the fairy world, he would inevitably become the best among them. It's just that most of them did not have such a good opportunity.

Driven by the spiritual power of the colorless monk, his string of rosary flew around, blocking left and right.

In order to do a good job in this defense, even the colorless monk used all his strength this time. Under his command, the string of rosary seemed to have become alive.

He blocked ten swords in a row, and when the last eleventh sword was finally broken, the string of rosary of the colorless monk was still stabbed.

Unexpectedly, the string of rosary that had been stabbed and broken was not sprinkled all over the ground like a pearl, but was left in the air, forming a wonderful pattern, forming a more terrible defense.

"So this is your real ability"

Zhan Wei's continuous eleven swords did not fully achieve his effect, but he was not discouraged, but instead chuckled and said.

"Yes, my real fight back, it's just now. Don't think that we monks are born to be bullied."

While saying this, I wonder what the monk Wuse thought of, so he shouted loudly at Zhan Wei.

Zhan Wei was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know what kind of stimulation this colorless monk had received at the beginning, but now he wanted to spread it on his head.

"disease"

The colorless monk said, waved his hand, and then the one hundred and eight beads quickly smashed towards Zhan Wei's body.

Others don’t know it, but in Zhan Wei’s heart, they are really clear. The rosary of this colorless monk is all white crystal beads that are more than ten thousand years old. If they hit it, the result will definitely be quite tragic.

Therefore, Zhan Wei's expression became as crazy as a person, and the sword moves in his hand became slower, as if something heavy was hanging on the tip of the sword.

But strangely, even though those beads that looked whispering, they were not one of them, and they could wear Zhan Wei's defenses, and they were all knocked back by him.

For a moment, I heard the sound of ding dong dong constantly, which was really crisp and beautiful. This was completely different from the collision sound just now. It was really a different way of playing, and it changed the level of the realm.

Chapter 793: What is Tao?

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