I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

"Kill!"

A roar, like a demon god awakening from ancient times, or a wild beast escaping from a cage.

Zhao Heng held a sword in his hand, his body was surrounded by a dark blue color, his body was shining with silver light, and the mighty blood in his body flowed, making a roaring sound like a rushing river.

At that time, Zhao Heng held the sword in his hand and swung his arm to sweep across.

In an instant, the majestic sword energy, the killing and violent power of the Buddha's fire, turned into a torrent, sweeping in all directions.

The four people around Zhao Heng felt the torrent of sword energy coming towards them, and they all felt a strange feeling of being unable to stop it, but unable to avoid it.

At this moment, the four people who smelled the strong crisis could only attack at the same time, bursting out their own powerful offensives, bombarding the torrent of sword energy and black fire.

"Boom boom!"

A dull thunderous sound rang out from all sides of the cave, shaking all directions, cracking the stone walls, and rolling rocks.

A circular blade light suddenly swept across, cutting a smooth circular gully like a mirror in the entire stone room, as if dividing the secret room into two parts.

Accompanied by the torrent of blade energy, it poured out in all directions.

"Puff puff puff..."

In the void, Situ Quan, Dou Xiao and the female swordsman of the Wang family all groaned, vomited blood and flew backwards.

Wang Yanwu held the sword horizontally in front of him, his hands tore at the knuckles, his sleeves burst, bloodstains covered, and his figure flew horizontally and hit the wall again.

At this moment, the four people looked at the figure with silver light floating all over his body and blue flames lingering around him, as if they saw a humanoid demon.

Powerful, extremely powerful!

As powerful people in the great perfection of the Ascension Realm, they could not resist his attack, which made people feel fear and despair.

At this moment, a golden light flashed on one side of the stone chamber.

A golden sword rainbow, like a volcanic eruption, rushed straight to the top of the stone chamber, almost piercing through the abyss.

Wang Yanwu's body was suspended in the air, the golden sword shadow between his eyebrows lit up, and the golden sword pattern spread all over his body. The blazing golden light was like a burning golden flame, reflecting his pupils into a golden color.

The injuries on Wang Yanwu's arms healed quickly, and his aura also reached a new peak at this moment.

"Sword Soul Power!"

At this critical moment, Wang Yanwu opened the sword soul in his body again.

Because of the previous battle with Zhao Heng, he gained insights and his cultivation was further improved. At this moment, the power of the sword soul body also rose.

"Hunyuan Fumo Sword, seal the demon!"

In the void, Wang Yanwu held a three-foot golden blade in his hand and swept out a circle of circular golden sword light.

The next moment, these sword lights appeared around Zhao Heng as if teleporting, and the sword lights shrank like a golden hoop.

Wang Yanwu's sword was as fast as light and shadow. In a flash, he slashed out hundreds of circular sword beams.

"Swish, swish, swish...!"

Around Zhao Heng, dense golden sword light turned into a cage, with unparalleled sword intent, suddenly closed, as if to seal him in and crush him into slag.

Faced with this terrifying sword momentum, Zhao Heng's eyes flashed with fanatical fighting spirit, and he put away his long sword and punched out with both fists.

He raised his fist high to the sky, like a mountain-splitting battle axe, ready to chop.

One fist was put back at the waist, pointing obliquely at the earth, like a mountain pressing down on the top, hanging without falling.

Dazzling earth-yellow light burst out from his fists, and the earth-attributed innate energy between heaven and earth poured into his fists like a river backflowing.

"Stone-splitting fist-the first move is to split the mountain, the second move is to split the earth!"

Facing the countless circular sword energy that suddenly shrank like a cage from all directions.

Zhao Heng punched out with both fists and collided with them brazenly.

"Bang, bang, bang...!"

As if two mountains collided, dense and high-pitched explosions erupted, sword energy exploded, and fist prints collapsed.

Zhao Heng and Wang Yanwu seemed to have sensed something, and in the next moment, they shot towards each other at the same time, like two comets, colliding head-on in the air.

"Boom...!"

In the explosive energy storm, there was a head-on confrontation between fist shadow and sword light.

One had unparalleled sword energy, and the other had invincible fist power. Neither of them gave in. Sparks flew in the stone chamber, and the sound of metal clashing was like thunder.

With the collision of extreme power, in the center of the battlefield, the momentum of the two people soared all the way, and the sword intent and fist power accumulated rapidly.

When the momentum of the two reached the peak, the strongest blow to each other was also brewing at the same time.

Wang Yanwu pointed his long sword obliquely to the blue sky, and the golden sword shadow between his eyebrows was blazing, condensing boundless sword intent.

"Hunyuan Demon Subduing Sword - Silence!"

This sword condensed the vast golden power of heaven and earth, and slashed out with a sword with great power.

Like the dawn light, with irreversible might, it slashed towards Zhao Heng.

At this moment, Zhao Heng crossed his fists in front of him, and his body was covered with rich yellow light. His body in the air rose and fell, as if he was stepping on a huge wave.

Facing the unstoppable sword light like the dawn, Zhao Heng's silver and blue pupils burned with crazy fighting spirit.

The earth-attributed power of heaven and earth between heaven and earth, at this moment, boiled and roared, rolling and gathering.

"The third style of the Stone-Splitting Fist - Covering the Sea Style!"

Zhao Heng crossed his fists in front of him, and at this moment, he turned them inward, and both fists blasted out, pushing the front, and a khaki ripple spread outward.

This seemingly ordinary push was like a butterfly effect. The slender ochre-colored ripples expanded rapidly, and in an instant they turned into turbulent waves, and then into rolling waves...

In the end, it formed a surging wave that covered the sky and swallowed everything, and collided head-on with the golden sword light in the sky.

At this moment, the two forces silently intertwined and eroded...

It was as if the wills of Zhao Heng and Wang Yanwu were in a fierce confrontation.

After a long stalemate, the two offensives finally broke each other.

The remaining sword energy penetrated the khaki giant wave and covered Zhao Heng's whole body.

And the torn giant wave also hit Wang Yanwu through the broken sword energy.

"Bang bang...!"

Accompanied by two thunderous noises, two figures groaned and flew backwards at the same time.

Wang Yanwu flew dozens of feet away, with sword energy erupting all over his body, staggering in the void to stabilize his body.

At this moment, the golden sword shadow between his eyebrows dimmed, his face was slightly pale, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His white robe with gold embroidery was torn in many places, looking very embarrassed.

Zhao Heng on the opposite side flew backwards and smashed into the ground, smashing a deep pit in the ground.

Seeing this situation, Situ Quan and others who had just taken the opportunity to adjust their breath and watch the battle could not help but look happy.

"Brother... did he win?"

"Finally defeated this monster!"

"Fellow Daoist Wang is worthy of being the first of the younger generation of Hunyuan Sword Sect!"

The three people's faces showed surprise at defeating the enemy.

But Wang Yanwu in the void frowned on his pale face, staring at the huge pit on the ground.

As the smoke and dust on the ground dissipated, there was a dead silence in the deep pit covered with gravel, and the enemy seemed to have perished.

But just a moment later, a ray of silver light lit up, followed by a dark blue flame rising and melting the rocks.

"Boom...!"

The pit exploded and expanded again, and a beam of light stood in the air.

Zhao Heng's clothes were torn, stained with dust, and his hair was disheveled. He seemed to be more embarrassed than Wang Yanwu.

But the next moment, his body shook violently.

"Huh...!"

The dim silver light and flames on his body suddenly became bright and surging, and his momentum soared all the way, and he actually reached the peak again, as if the fierce battle just now did not cause any consumption or impact on him.

His eyes under the mask squinted, and Wang Yanwu, who was shocked, grinned.

"I said, I will surprise you more. Your strength is very strong, but unfortunately, you can't hurt me!"

"What!"

Wang Yanwu was shocked.

The next moment, Zhao Heng's figure had disappeared.

Wang Yanwu's eyes were shocked, and he suddenly swung his sword to chop behind him, clashing with a silver fist.

A huge force like a tidal wave surged, shaking his golden light and numb his arms.

Before he could adjust his breath, the silver fist shadow covered him.

Although he used all his strength to resist, he could not defend completely and was hit in the chest by a punch.

"Bang...!"

With a muffled sound, Wang Yanwu groaned in pain and was blown away directly.

"Brother!"

Seeing this, the female swordsman of the Wang family, Situ Quan, and Dou Xiao were even more shocked. They didn't expect that even Wang Yanwu was not Ren Woxing's opponent.

At this time, the three of them had suppressed their injuries and quickly joined forces to fight with Wang Yanwu.

They could see that only Wang Yanwu could fight Ren Woxing head-on, and they could assist him from the side, so they might not be powerless.

The four surrounded Zhao Heng again, and sword energy, fist shadows, black light... surged from all directions like a tide, covering Zhao Heng.

Facing the powerful offensive of the four, Zhao Heng's eyes burned with crazy flames and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha... Come on, come on, is this all your strength?"

Surrounded by silver light and dark blue flames, Zhao Heng crossed his fists in front of him again to resist all attacks.

He performed the third style of the Stone Splitting Fist again - the Sea Covering Style!

"Boom..."

The surging fist like the tide was released again, knocking everyone back, and the aftermath of the explosion swept the entire stone chamber.

In the chaotic energy wave, everyone locked onto Zhao Heng's consciousness, but suddenly lost their target, and the opponent's figure disappeared in the center of the explosion.

The next moment, Situ Quan, who was in the corner of the stone room, suddenly felt a chill on his back.

A familiar and terrifying aura suddenly appeared behind him, making his hair stand up and his scalp explode.

He didn't even dare to turn his head back, blood was floating under his feet, and he was about to use his body skills to escape.

Unexpectedly, a big hand grabbed his shoulder as fast as lightning.

"Crack, crack...!"

Almost the moment the big hand grabbed Situ Quan's shoulder blade was crushed.

"Ah...!"

While Situ Quan screamed, he used all his strength to hit the silver big hand with the black gold cone in his hand, trying to repel the enemy and escape.

Unexpectedly, the black gold cone hit the opponent's arm, just like hitting a copper wall, and a recoil force almost shook the black gold cone out of his hand.

"Hehe... Situ Quan, it's time for you to get on the road!"

The cold and ruthless voice came and rang in Situ Quan's ears, as if ringing the death knell of hell.

Situ Quan looked back and saw only a pair of cold, bloodthirsty, silver eyes filled with endless murderous aura.

An extreme fear and chill spread throughout his body.

"Help...Help me!"

He couldn't help but scream.

At this moment, Wang Yanwu and the other two also rushed to attack, condensing a sharp attack, and came towards Zhao Heng, trying to force him to dodge and rescue Situ Quan.

However, Zhao Heng only had a divine light flashing in his eyes, and an ancient bronze mirror was suspended above his head, and a blood-colored light column swept across, blocking the attack of the three.

This momentary blockage was enough for Zhao Heng to accumulate strength and punch Situ Quan's heart.

Situ Quan was horrified, and the protective light condensed, and he formed a seal in his hand, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, using the seal method to fight against Zhao Heng's fist.

However, Situ Quan, who was not good at close combat, how could he stop Zhao Heng, who was like a killing god.

"Boom...!"

The two forces collided, and Situ Quan's blood seal lasted only for a breath, and then it was like a broken porcelain.

"Bang...!"

The blood seal shattered, and Zhao Heng broke the opponent's arms with a punch, and hit Situ Quan's heart hard.

"Bang...!"

The punch pierced through the protective light, causing his chest to dent and deform, and the bones on his back to bulge at the same time.

Then...

"Puff...!"

The punch finally pierced through Situ Quan's heart, passing through his body, making his eyes wide open, staring at Zhao Heng.

In response to him, there was a pair of eyes colder than ice.

"Shua...!"

The next moment, Zhao Heng's other hand flashed with spiritual light, and blood swept across.

The sword was offered again, and where the edge passed, a head rushed into the sky with a fountain of blood.

Situ Quan's face still maintained a look of horror and disbelief.