Human abilities have their limits.

Except for some genius players, no matter how they practice martial arts, most people find it difficult to tap all their potential, and they will be unable to touch the ceiling of their own abilities throughout their lives.

This is a regret, but there are always people who refuse to give in.

Some people push themselves to the limit with their efforts.

Such people deserve respect regardless of the outcome, no matter how successful they are.

But there are still people who like to take shortcuts.

Since you rely on yourself, you cannot discover potential and break through the limits, then you can find other ways to help.

In the Middle Earth, there are students from Western Regions who die to achieve internal skills, military soldiers learn to win over hundreds of battles, and people like Qu Xie try to cultivate both Yin and Yang to help themselves enter a new realm.

These are shortcuts.

It seems that the feedback from honesty and serious martial arts practice is faster, but there are endless troubles.

After all, all the gifts of fate have been secretly bidding for good prices.

These shortcut debts always have to be paid back, just like adding leverage and fighting in the stock market, but ending up on the rooftop.

If you want to not lose, don’t step into these shortcuts at the beginning.

The ideas of people are actually the same. There are warriors in Middle Earth who want to take shortcuts and be lazy, and there are naturally those in Japan.

However, the shortcuts they took were much wilder than those of the Central Plains. They gave up their identity as human beings, led demons into their bodies, and used supernatural means to explore their potential.

Breaking through the limits of the human body in exchange for power that can crush mortals, but what these "quickly powerful people" are in exchange for is just the Water Moon Mirror Flower after all.

In front of the long-term genius, he was shattered by a sword.

"puff"

The arrogant demon warrior was like a meat grinder thrown into a sharp blade. In just a moment, his head was cut off by the light sword light.

The deteriorated flesh and blood are like the dough under the chef? As the sharp blades fly, they turn into strips, and pieces of minced meat fall down.

This is not an isolated case.

At the foot of the Toad Mountain, in the moonlit night? Every moment? A demon was involved in Liu Zhuoran's sword pose? Not only Ling Xu Qianbian was crazily harvesting human heads? There was also a blue airflow wrapped around Wu Jian.

Is that Canglan true energy cultivated by Canglan Sword Book? It was cultivated by Huaqing? It was the sharpest and most powerful energy in the world.

In the dark night from all directions, all kinds of Japanese demons were shouting and killing them.

After stimulating the evil technique, these people seemed to have lost their minds and could only roar and express their mania in their hearts.

They are fearless of death? Like a tide coming? Liu Zhuoran, who is standing in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, is also expressionless? He is like a hard-working vegetable farmer harvesting waves of leeks that are jumping up.

My own morality has really turned into a bloody rain, and in the midst of the fight, it explains the heart as iron stone.

Thousands of light scattered and turned into sharp sword energy.

Lingxu's sword blades floated scattered and each piece seemed to have exquisite blessings.

The various sword poses extended from the Penglai Sword Classic have emerged from the style of Wujian with the cooperation of the unique weapon Lingxu Qianbian.

It was not Li Junlin's impermanent sword energy, nor was it the blooming of Donglingjun's sword lotus like an immortal sword.

Stars.

It is full of stars in the sky, reflecting on the earth. Without swords, you don’t even need to move your footsteps. You just wave the bare hilt in your hand casually, and the flying sword blade swept across like a long whip.

When the mind changes, fill the space within ten feet of the body.

Circles, layers.

The demons seemed to be climbing the sword mountain. Every step closer, they would be tortured by Lingchi. Their faces were ferocious and distorted, and their bodies were covered with blood, which could scare ordinary warriors.

But this night, their greatest threat to Wu Jian was nothing more than the spiritual pollution brought by his ugly face.

"That's it?"

Wu Jian raised his eyes and looked around.

In this place where blood and energy are splattering, the demons' offensives have shown signs of decline.

It’s not that they are afraid, but that the massacre is too fast and too fierce tonight, and the war begins less than half a stick of incense. Only one-third of the nearly 100 Japanese people in the mountains are left.

"What you have won is this kind of power if you give up the purity of others?"

Liu Zhuoran took a step forward, causing the demon to roar.

But the invisible sword light flashed by, and time seemed to be pausing at this moment, and the darkness and light reflected a strange picture.

More than a dozen hideous and distorted figures were like building blocks collapsed.

Blood splattered.

The broken body smashed on the ground where the bleeding pool had gathered.

There was a hint of hesitation and confusion in his questioning.

"The brute force is doubled, the flesh and blood are tougher, the perception is sharper, and the movements are more violent, but it does not bring about qualitative changes. Such power is worthy of your abandonment of yourself?"

In this half-incense stick, Wu Jian had already figured out the background of these monsters. Indeed, they appeared and turned into half-demons, allowing these Japanese people to break through the mundane world.

There are even more monsters that control fire and wind, which look fancy and frightening.

But under Lingxu's sword, the monster that was killed was only one of the top and elite in the Jianghu people list, but it was just close to the ground list.

If he were these Japanese.

I decided not to sell myself for such a small amount of power. Even if I really want to give up my soul and turn into a half demon, I have to think hard about it and sell myself to a ghost that can afford the price, right?

In Wujian's opinion, such a deal is really a loss.

But no one is destined to answer his questions.

Seeing that the demons and ghosts from all directions were not afraid at all, they seemed to be watching the surrounding corpses and seas of blood, and still roaring endlessly. They came to fight him, and Liu Zhuoran also felt something was wrong.

They are not completely controlled, they obviously have an independent consciousness, and they really ignore life and death, and are so cruel that they are so cruel?

"bass"

The Lingxu sword rose again, and the demons that rushed over were beheaded in an instant, but there were mutated warriors behind them, stepping on these corpses that had just fallen to the ground, roaring and pounceing on them again.

His eyes were red and his monster wind and demon fire were added, it seemed like he was shouting from the underworld in hell.

No!

wrong!

A thought suddenly flashed through Wu Jian's heart.

These people are not afraid of death, they just don't care.

Because they won't really die.

What are the thieves in Penglai?

The evil formation of all spirits that can store groups of spirits!

Thinking of this, Wu Jian immediately flew up and ignored the demons behind him who were shouting and chasing him. He wanted to leave the sea of ​​corpses and blood created by him as quickly as possible.

Cut and kill flesh and blood, you won’t win.

The real crisis has lurked in the bloody night surrounding it.

It's about to break out.

"hehe"

A hoarse laugh suddenly sounded, Wu Jian was lifting into the air, and suddenly someone came.

Ling Xu's Thousand Blades turned into stars and hit him in front of him, but the man waved his palms and rushed back with the overwhelming momentum and with the wilderness energy.

The two of them faced each other three palms in the air.

Wu Jian did not only know sword skills, but also had some skills in fist and foot, but in the face of the master's exquisite palm techniques, he was forced to do it by huge force. While the blue airflow was repelling and forced the attacker to retreat, he was also knocked back to the ground and pushed into the killing Jedi.

Two figures flashed further away.

Wearing a high crown and a priest robe.

One person held a crochet bell in his hand and the other person held a green jade mirror. More than a dozen yellow talisman papers flew into the night sky, floating around and landing on the bloody ground.

"boom"

The dark wind blowing the soul suddenly rose.

Hundreds of crazy laughter completely broke the tranquility here, and the blood and spiritual energy exploded, and the body of the demon who was killed by Wu Jian was cut to death.

Some sinister evil things rose into the sky. These Japanese people had not cultivated the authentic soul, but their souls and ghosts blended, and they achieved the same effect.

It's just more evil and more distorted.

At the foot of the Toad Mountain, the spiritual energy is thin, which is not enough to make these half-ghost souls transform into entities, but they are like hundreds of twisted and sinister invisible jellyfish, rolling around Wujian.

Leaving the carrier of flesh and blood, in the bloody and blood-killing realm, evil things stretch out a more realistic posture, and things that are invisible to ordinary people howl and swing into a cold wind.

Crashed into the swordless body from all directions.
To be continued...