Chapter 107 After I Leave, Remember This

icked, letting out whimpers like a little dog: "Hmm."The swallow reached out and embraced him in her arms.The two people were pressed close together, both feeling the warmth of needing each other.>Und...The enemy is the best teacher.

Every strong individual who can maintain rapid progress will not lack the ability to learn from their opponents.

Ginger Wang, who enjoys eating from different restaurants, is especially outstanding.

But a secret technique that can be relied upon as a trump card, even with the guidance of a renowned master and an understanding of its key points, often requires a considerable amount of time and effort to master.

It's not possible to make you understand it at first glance, but you'll get the hang of it once you start using it.

Unless it was Jiang Wang who had already reached the realm of gods, he wouldn't observe his opponents in the Dragon Soaring Realm at that time.

In most cases, this kind of on-the-spot observation and learning can only grasp a few points. To truly put it into practice is not an easy thing.

For example, from observing Zhang Xun's sword qi forming into threads to honing his own Frost and Snow Clarity, Jiang Wang also spent a long time exploring. Even at the beginning, the way he forged sword threads was different from Zhang Xun's.

Only this method, returning to the shore of suffering.

Although Jiang Wang was seeing it for the first time and using it for the first time, he had already grasped seven points of its true meaning. This was because he had already thoroughly learned its secrets before recreating its form.

Therefore, why is Zhun Wen Zhong considered the most precious treasure in Buddhism Why did, from Bodhisattva to true disciple, all those at Gu Nan Shan Helian Temple fight for it with their lives Why did people from Sumeru Mountain tirelessly pursue it!

At this very moment, Jiang Wangshuang's clothes fluttered in the wind as she walked on clouds. She possessed an indescribable air of elegance and composure.

And as he suddenly turned back, it was as if he had been wrenched free from that vast sea of suffering.

A cold light flashed.

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It's like standing on a platform at the edge of the world, gazing out at the sea where the tide reveals "a line of heaven"!

By now, Jiang Wang's cultivation has reached such a level that many of his past techniques are difficult to use effectively.

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His swordsmanship, used for life-or-death battles, was nothing more than a confusion of all manner of human sword styles. It included the "Human Sword" which united the pinnacle sword techniques from under five domains, as well as the "True Self Sword," which expounded on the path through two forms.

The former two respectively represent his Jiang Wang's sword intent, the extreme of sword momentum.

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And the pinnacle of his swordsmanship was the fusion of sword qi into threads and the frost-and-snow brilliance of the lovesick killer sword. This technique had the widest range and was also the most complex.

"Among them, '名士潦倒、生死勾仇', is the sword style most frequently used by Jiang Wang in his Human Dao Sword Style. Later, he learned from observing the Long Canyon and the Heaven Splitting chasm, refining and evolving its meaning into a new move, ultimately advancing it to become the Sword Style 'One Line of Heaven'. It still retains its unique simplicity and sharpness."

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When it appears, it often comes for the head of a fowl.

But Lu Qi's not easy to get along with either.

Turning back from the sea of suffering is naturally wonderful, and a single thread of heaven is naturally sharp.

He had already begun to retreat before the bell rang.

He was inspired by inspiration, but he didn't rely on it. He followed his own judgment about fighting more, inspiration was sometimes a stroke of genius, sometimes icing on the cake. Although he had already run away from the Zhining Bell several times because of avoiding it, before the next movement of the Zhining Bell, he still wouldn't be careless.

A frightened bird is nothing to laugh at; a shot one is pitiful.

When the line that divided heaven and earth came like a surging tide, Lu Qiulang's figure was already a thousand zhang away. The sword light, like a bolt of lightning, pierced through the vast sky, bursting into thousands of strands, bringing Jiang Wang another storm of radiance. He absolutely refused to let Jiang Wang go, but facing Zhiwen Zhong and the three times fierce Samadhi True Fire, he did not dare to be complacent in his defense. A line of sword tide surged towards the sword light rain.

Blades clashed in a dizzying display of lethal beauty.

In the dazzling lights and shadows, Jiang Wang appeared with crystal clarity, like the most essential element in a painting, fixing this already chaotic scroll.

But behold, he stood on the shore with flames encircling him, his sword's light gleaming in his eyes. His blue robes billowed in the wind.

He rode the tide of swords like a steed, yet at this moment he leaped out from within it, recklessly plunging into the rain of blades.

Countless sword lights carved wounds on him, but the vitality flowing from the spring of immortality healed them.

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Meanwhile, Rokujo was still engaged in a fierce duel, pushing his swordsmanship to its limits. His elegant techniques divided the wave of swords into sections. His opponent, however, had completely abandoned their swordplay and neglected even defense. They charged forward like a runaway horse, lost in fury.

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Simply a brute!

But it was too appropriate.

Lu Qilang's painstakingly woven battle-talented sword array was broken through just like that. But he had to admit, seeing someone like Jiang Wang, was like looking at a sword itself. Every time, they could cut into the battlefield from the most opportune direction, swiftly accomplishing their tactical objectives.

He had retreated a thousand feet, and now Jiang Wang was closing in within a hundred feet! With no other choice, Ye Ping made a desperate move, detonating all the sword light before him. In mid-air, he stepped on flowers to create a path, retreating towards Shen Mountain. This was certainly the most correct direction at the moment; for every step Jiang Wang took to pursue him towards Shen Mountain, Ye Ping would waste two steps of escape time.

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Suddenly, a wind surrounded me, and the Heavenly Sea churned.

Endure the gales of eight winds, the might of dragons and tigers!

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Lu Qilang with five fingers swept, the energy around him roared like a white horse, carrying him to leap out of the shackles, and jumped a hundred zhang.

The Jiao of the Cornered Wood and the Heart Moon Fox... Ahead, seven spirits appeared, suppressing their vital energy and fixing the Five Elements.

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But the Qilin moved with a hidden scent, its violent power suddenly dissipated, and blossoms bloomed in the void. Lu Qilang stepped on the flowers as a bridge and crossed over.

Superb Taoist technique, Eight Winds Dragon Tiger!

Supreme magical skill, a white horse galloping through a gap!

Supreme Dao Art Azure Dragon Seven Transformations!

Superior mystical arts, searching for fragrance in dreams!

The attack and defense shifted in an instant, so fast that it was hard to follow. Neither party gained the upper hand, but Jiang Wang had gotten close. As he opened his mouth to unleash a thunderous roar, Lu Qiang had already closed off his auditory senses.

In his hand, the bronze bell was about to swing. Rokurota stepped on the seven stars, widening the distance once more.

A golden light flashed in her eyes!

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The Chaotianque thundered outward, suppressing the spiritual world. But Lu Qilang's spiritual world bloomed with dandelions, white ones flying all over the sky, heading towards the heavens and momentarily blocking the ancient heavenly gate.

The Bodhisattva of the Six Desires was unable to push open the Heavenly Gate at that time.

What Lu Qilang asked for was just a moment, wanting Jiang Wang to weigh the cost himself and know when to retreat.

Boom boom boom!

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Jiang Wang chose to force it!

The stone gate of the Heavenly Gate was shattered! The radiant Buddha's palm reached into the sky filled with dandelion seeds, a golden beam of light from its palm struck Qilang's spiritual palace. Harm oneself before harming the enemy.

In a moment of dazed confusion, Rokurota's eyes suddenly lit up. He broke through the fog and seized control of his body, swiftly executing a backward bridge to evade the fatal blow.

But the rose blooming in her chest was slashed away with a sword! Blood gushed out from her heart!

Watching the fleeting figure of Lu Qiang, who had vanished in a flash beyond a thousand paces, Jiang Wang merely flicked his long sword. The rose, now floating in mid-air, instantly bloomed, petals scattering like drunken confetti across the sky.

"> "After I leave, remember me by this!"

He turned and left.

This sounds like he could kill Rokurota but chose not to, instead only beheading his demon form.

If only I could, but I'm unable to.

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This brief clash, which began with the "Return from the Sea of Suffering," he completely relied on his abundant qi and soul to gain the upper hand in a reckless manner, rather than saying that his swordsmanship surpassed Rokujiro.

But war is about the strong overpowering the weak and the many overwhelming the few. Combat is the same way.

Just like when facing Chong Xuan Zun on the Battlefield of Generals, he had used the shattering of Xing Lun to gain an early advantage. To be a qualified warrior, one must know how to utilize their own advantages to the fullest. Lu Qi Lang, wounded and weary, retreated despite his pain, wielding Ye Ping with all his might and shattering Lei Yin left behind by Jiang Wang.

He fully understood that this sentence was only meant to provoke him. Jiang Wang had already left, but he hoped that the thunder sound he left behind could still be effective. One by one, like thunder rolling across the sky, attacking like a tide with more than enough power. It was truly a terrifying opponent.

He won't be affected by this at all, nor is he likely to give up on himself.

But these eight characters he would of course never forget.

The wound inflicted upon this demon was, of course... an eternal pain. Just then, he suddenly dodged to the side, his slender sword held horizontally before him. He saw the void flicker and disappear, as Kou Yingyang stepped out. "How are you" Kou Yingyang said, enveloping his hand in jade light, and approached him, ready to treat his wounds.

Lu Qilang stepped back: "Don't waste your strength, he is not an ordinary divine being!"

It's important to note that what Lu Qi said wasn't just about not wasting time, but also about not wasting energy.

What kind of terrifying power could make even the arrogant Rokurota, a man known for his pride, speak with such awe

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He had thought, "No matter how extraordinary the divine presence, could it possibly harm me"

But looking at Lu Qi's resolute eyes, and remembering those who had died under Jiang Wangjian’s blade - Yang Yu, Shu Galan, and Zhu Lanruo, he only grazed Lu Qi's wound from afar, grasping a shred of his fierce intent. With a "Take care," he vanished into thin air. The void rippled with layers upon layers, and Inu Ouyan walked through the flowing light. That escaping, heavily concealed aura... was instantly captured.

The young master of the Lu family was injured like this, I wonder how furious the ancestor would be.

It is also time for the human race to pay the corresponding price and see what true demonic power is!

What is the true power of a demon

Prior to Jiang Wang's experience, Xiong Sanshi had already gotten a head start.

His answer was...

Well then!

He challenged the deities on the divine platform, causing the spider silk to clash head-on. Then he drew his sword and fled, the golden sea's blade returning.

When a familiar face returns, they walk the path of intent, unaffected by space, energy, blades, or sword aura. They reach the heart directly, imprinting their own emotions onto the spider silk's heart. Yet in the end, it reverts to flesh and blood, piercing straight through the spider silk's heart.

This can be said to be the grasp of the true art of firearms, a point that comes from the heart, reaching the realm of a master.

Although Zhu Xian had already activated her divine powers, she still didn't consider Xiong Sanshi to be an equal opponent. That's why when Xiong Sanshi challenged her on the Divine Platform, she chose to suppress him forcefully.

She ignored the warning signs, determined to win the fight while preserving the arrangements of the Altar of Ascension. That's why her divine essence is wounded now, affecting even her heart.

Under the ever-changing sky, she was struck, her head thrown back, scattering. The connection she had forged with this world of divine power was effortlessly torn apart!

But also because of this head-tilting gesture, Xiong San failed to see that Zhu Xian’s pair of eyes, which shone like the sun and moon together, were now covered with black demonic patterns. The patterns spread inwards, covering her pupils and obscuring the sun and moon, while outwards they concealed her facial features, crawling all over her face.

Xiong Sanshi was still unaware of the sudden change in circumstances. He had already retracted his gun, taking a stride forward, pressing his attack. His hands gripped the gilded spear, whirling it around, about to kill the real demon as he roared!

But this long-awaited drumming failed to come to fruition. For on the cheek of the spider thread, lay a hand - the hand of the spider thread.

Under the back of his hand, the sprawling demonic patterns vanished. His palm faced up, gripping the gun barrel!

The barrel trembled slightly, emitting a continuous trembling sound like waves. Xiong Sanshi was unexpectedly stuck in mid-air!

At this moment, he once again used his spiritual energy to create a blood seal. He stood alone, forming a defensive formation and mobilizing his limitless power, pressing down from above.

But the one hand of Zhurong, just so calmly held onto the gun muzzle, motionless.

Though mountains and rivers may exert immense power, they cannot move even a fraction of an inch.

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And those pair of fine swords were casually discarded by her, plummeting into the vast cloud sea.

At this moment, Xiong Sansi could see Zhu Xian's face. Her brows were furrowed in anger, her fierce energy solidifying into a tangible form, instantly transporting them to a battlefield of swords and armor. After that, she used her eyes as a spear, her gaze as its edge, aiming to pierce through their pupils!

But his sharp and piercing gaze, which could have cut through steel, disappeared into her eyes without a sound or ripple.

Of course, the Spider Silk Weaver is undoubtedly a true demon powerhouse.

The Seven Sins Gun was severed by a single sword strike, and even the clash between Jian Yingyang's needles met an effortless break. His mastery over the Sound Hearing Way had reached its peak. The heavy gaze of two suns and moons, flipped yin and yang at will.

However, none of that is scary.

What's terrifying is this calm present!

Still those eyes, still the celestial sight of sun and moon, still that face.

But everything is different now.

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Spider-Silk calmly looked at Xiong Sans, calmly withdrawing his hand that covered his face, and of course, calmly withdrew the muzzle aimed at him. With an unshakable strength, he said in such a calm tone: "Who do you think your opponent is now"

It is clear that the one who controls this body is no longer the Spider Thread!

Bear Three's voice came from between his teeth, each word soaked in blood, each word heavy: "Tiger! Tai! Sui!"

Zhushen slowly said: "You can also call me the San'e Jiejun. Humans, demons, and monsters, these are my three evils."

The Tiger Tai Sui controlling this body was no longer trying to hide anything. When he captured Zhu Xuan in Mo Yun City, he had already conveniently planted the

spirit seed.

This move was precisely laid out for future arrangements, and it happens to be perfect for the present moment.

Therefore, why were the dog Yin and the spider string summoned into the Shenxiao world

Why was the Tiger Tai Sui silent at that time

Lu Ximing's piece fell onto the board, his tiger Tai Sui was like that too!

Even though Zhu Yi was severely injured, he didn't care. After all, his path to the peak had been completely connected. When Zhuxian was injured by Xiong Sanshi, he took advantage of the situation and triggered his spirit seed, implanting a demon pattern. At the crucial moment when Zhuxian was fighting with all his might, he seized control of this body with the might of a celestial demon. The Shenxiao world is naturally innocent beyond the heavens, but his spirit seed was planted outside the heavens, and his plan was outside the rules of this world. Therefore, the Zhuxian he now controlled became the strongest person in this world at this time.

He had already won the path to the pinnacle in the Shenxiao world, and he had already won a life of abundance, but he could still win more!

The path to the peak has been seen, but how to walk it and transcend as soon as possible

And still demand it here!

Of course Xiong Sans thought wouldn't give up struggling, even though he had already despaired many times.

His gold-plated spear was held firmly, not even strength or rules could shake it. He loosened his grip on the long spear, leaped high into the sky, and stretched out in mid-air forming a free "big" character, like a beast pouncing on "spider silk".

Blood flames surged high into the sky like smoke from a raging fire, and behind him, phantoms of thousands upon thousands of soldiers materialized.

"I" is not a concrete existence, "I" is a collection of concepts.

He is the second disciple of Daqi Tianfu Zhengjiang, the Great Marshal who stabilizes the country. He was the runner-up in the Huanghe River competition and also the one who suffered humiliation in the Qianjie Cave for thousands of calamities.

My master taught me, never retreat.

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My master taught me, this life is for serving the country.

My brother teaches me to think more!

My brother taught me to return early.

Never forgetting "I", only now can I kill it with no-self.At this moment, between heaven and earth, there seems to be an invisible boundary, occupied by Xiong Sanshi and "Zhu Xian" on each side.

Behind Xiong Sans thoughts, the heavens and earth were divided. Half was red, like blood flame, and half was black, like the aura of soldiers.

He swept across everything like this, with a might that shook the heavens and earth, an overwhelming force capable of moving mountains and seas, rushing towards this side where the sky was clear and the clouds were bright.

But the Tiger Tai Sui's manipulated spider silk thread silently looked at him.

Just a glance.

Xiong Sans thought hard, pressing his left hand against his right, his left foot on his right. His left eye glared at his right, and even his upper incisor slammed against his lower incisor...his whole body twisted together, losing all control and helplessly falling. 29 This body, a three-evil tribulation sculpted by the Three-Evil Tribulation Sovereign, belongs to the Three-Evil Tribulation Sovereign.

There is no need to talk about despair anymore.

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Hope for what was never had.nyone. Just tonight, whoever follows Fang Hualing will die here. Anyway, we're abandoning this place immediately. You and the secret agent from the Imperial Censorate are just coincidental.>The White...