This endless world

The blood blade collided with the sacred tree, causing a roar that shook the universe. The impact force generated by the intersection of the two swept across the new fairyland, spreading endlessly, causing the space here to tremble violently. Black cracks were torn in the void, as if even the space could not bear the pressure of the aftermath, and destruction was imminent...

"Very good!"

However, how could Chonglou, who was full of fighting spirit, care about the situation on the battlefield? The red-haired demon with two horns on his head shouted, and he did not see any movement. The thousands of sword shadows and sword formations that were shattered under the glory of Jianmu instantly took shape again, launching endless attacks on Yang Yun from all directions...At the same time, the blood blade in Chonglou's hand turned into a 100-meter giant blade, sweeping down again!

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Yang Yun was not unscathed after taking a half step back and taking Chonglou's sky-breaking blade. Not only did the Jianmu light surrounding him dim, but there was also some energy surging in his chest, and the running circuit was slightly disordered...

However, these insignificant problems did not weaken Yang Yun's fighting spirit, but instead seemed to add fuel to his heart. Facing the blood-shadow weapons all over the sky, and the 100-meter-long giant blade in Chonglou's hand that seemed to cut through everything, Yang Yun took a step forward with his head held high. The Jianmu light around him turned into an indestructible shield at this moment, and he went straight forward without dodging or avoiding!

——clang!

The devil's flames burned the world, and the sword split the sky; the glory turned into a shield, and a leaf covered the sky; thousands of blood shadows turned into substantial blades, and the Jianmu light turned into a shining stream of light!

One knife.

Ten knives.

One hundred knives, one thousand knives, ten thousand knives...

Chonglou's attack continued, and the continuous fierce attacks were like a storm, leaving no room for Yang Yun to recover his energy, and he maximized his infinite energy advantage as a saint.

Countless weapons pierced back and forth, and the flames and blood blades cut and shredded the space, like a tiger coming down the mountain, cutting and driving away the branches of Jianmu at every moment... But the situation on the battlefield did not seem to develop as he expected.

Although Jianmu's brilliance was constantly cut off by the blood shadow, the clumps of roots and branches also emerged one after another. Not only that, the branches of Jianmu grew wildly as if they were injected with super hormones, and even intensified. Like the monsters with extremely tenacious vitality in Greek mythology, "cut off one head and give birth to nine heads"!

From the siege of blood against green, to the confrontation between the two colors, to the counter-pressure... until this demon lord who lived and was proud of fighting looked at the vines and branches that were expanding in front of him, and even wrapped around the two giant blades in his hands, and then frowned and stopped.

"You haven't really understood the secret of the fifth level. Even if you can draw energy from the surrounding space to replenish yourself, your energy is still not infinite." Chonglou said in a domineering and undoubted tone: "Then continue, how long can you last?"

"Well... If you really want to say, a small battle of a thousand days should be no problem."

Seeing Chonglou stop first, Yang Yun naturally stopped as well. He stood in the void without blushing or panting, without any signs of over-consumption, and the confidence in his tone was also unquestionable; "If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Life has always been endless; and energy can only be transformed into each other, and will never disappear out of thin air.

As the poem says, "Wildfires cannot burn it all, and spring breezes will bring it back to life." After personally linking the two eras and comprehending the "meaning of reincarnation of life and death", Yang Yun can easily reincarnate energy in the two qi of life and death, and can even use the energy of the enemy's destruction of Jianmu Light in reverse and transform it into his own moves... Although it is not like a saint who draws energy from the multiverse, isn't this also a kind of alternative perpetual motion machine?

"Very good, with this one move alone, you are enough to surpass those trash in the two worlds of gods and demons who think they are at the top but have no idea of ​​the vastness of the world."

Chonglou nodded slightly and said words to acknowledge Yang Yun. Although he himself is the supreme of the demon world, his words clearly scolded both the gods and his subordinates in the demon world without distinction... But in terms of Chonglou's character, this is probably just a fair evaluation.

...After all, "fairly" looking down on anyone is also a kind of absolute fairness.

"...Then, I am really flattered."

Seeing that Chonglou actually took the initiative to acknowledge himself, Yang Yun was also quite surprised. But no matter what, he still remembered that he came here to ask Chonglou questions, not to fight to the death: "So, am I 'qualified' now?"

Although he said so, Yang Yun actually knew the answer to this question. Because Chonglou not only did not put down his weapon, but also the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"If you want to ask me, you can stop here; but if you want to go further, it is still not enough."

Sure enough, Chonglou's attitude was still that hard tone, but what he said surprised Yang Yun a little: "What do you mean? Subject 1 has passed, and you plan to take Subject 2 next?"

"Hmph... I won't have these meaningless verbal disputes with you."

Just when Yang Yun tried to test the enemy in front of him with words, Chonglou snorted coldly and unilaterally ended the question he had raised: "Next, there is no need to maintain this meaningless war of attrition."

Without waiting for Yang Yun to speak, Chonglou clenched his fists and dispersed the blood shadows in the sky.

End the fight? No, it's concentration. Concentrate energy to prepare for the next, stronger explosion.

"Unlike the ancestor of the demon race, Chiyou, who was used to spreading the holy way into realms, I, Chonglou, have devoted my life to martial arts... Among the six realms, only Fei Peng, the former number one warrior in the divine realm, can fight me head-on. ”

As Zhonglou's solemn eyes lit up, both the demonic flames in the sky and the holy way galaxies were all condensed and gathered together, covering his pair of "Flame Blood Blades" in Yang Yun's surprised eyes.

There are no words to describe the pair of wrist blades that shine with incomparable red light - are they blades of murderous intent transformed from demonic flames? Is it an energy fire formed by energy condensation? Is it a skill similar to "enchantment"? Or is it the purest one, an innate spiritual treasure enhanced by the saint's powerful control?

But no matter what it is, no matter what its nature is, Yang Yun, standing opposite the heavy building, only understands one thing. There was absolutely no way he could stop the flaming wave of bloody blades in front of him, and perhaps even Chi You's own "Five Soldiers of the God of War" couldn't match it——

Because it contains the purest weapon called Chonglou Holy Dao. (End of chapter)