Chapter 1325

Ye Xu said with a smile, "what you said is indeed reasonable, but I have some different opinions!"

"Although it's only a word's difference between the Holy Land and the divine land, there are great differences! The holy land is under heaven and earth, and the divine land is above heaven and earth! In that case, only by understanding nature, incarnating nature and knowing all the mysteries and forces between heaven and earth can we advance naturally!"

"It's too narrow to blindly spend time on a kind of power!"

As soon as he said this, Feng Jiansheng and Xing Wang shook their heads one after another.

"Young people are young people after all. Haven't you learned the truth that you can't chew too much?"

"You understand so many forces at once. How can you have so much energy? In the long river of history, there are extraordinary talents who want to understand several forces at one time, but they all failed without exception. Isn't it enough to wake you up with bloody examples in front of you?"

Feng Jiansheng's eyes are full of ridicule.

"One skill is fine and one hundred skills are proficient. This is the eternal truth. If you want to eat fat at one breath, the final result is that painting a tiger can't turn into a reverse dog. You can't understand the real essence of all the power! Unlimited power and limited manpower are the truth!"

Ye Xu said with a smile, "you're right, but I think it's because you have a deviation in the process of understanding. You only think that power is an object and imprison and decompose it! But in fact, nature is both man and man is nature!"

"Man and nature are one. How can we understand it? We just need to return to the origin of our cultivation and turn ourselves into a plant, a tree, a sand and a stone in nature. Why do we worry that we can't understand the true meaning of power!"

With these words, the face of the king of punishment in the distance suddenly changed, his eyes showed a look of horror, and his face was also thoughtful.

But the wind sword Saint Buer sword shouted angrily, "nonsense! Rotten wood can't be carved! I'm different from you and don't plan on it!"

His shoulder moved, the blue light rose into the sky, and a long sword fell into the hands of wind sword shengbu'er sword.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you hurt my disciple, you will die today!"

The long sword was waved lightly, and the shrill sound rose in an instant, and the strong wind immediately split into two.

"I use the wind to defend my sword. This sword has been with me for more than 200 years. It has been psychic and is called Yufeng!"

The heavy killing intention rushed to his face. Although Ye Xu was confident, he didn't dare to be careless. His soul moved and a streamer also rushed into the sky.

But the light was dim, and there was no amazing fluctuation.

The long black sword fell into his hands. Ye Xu gently stroked the body of the sword and seemed to miss it in his eyes.

"Old friend, long time no see!"

He tightened his wrist, held up the long sword and said, "this sword was forged by myself when I was 30 years old. It's called Zunshi! The respect of all things, the beginning of heaven and earth!"

The wind sword Saint No. 2 sword has such an eye. Although Zunshi sword doesn't look impressive, his pupils shrink.

"What a Zunshi! Its quality is still above my wind. It's really a good booty!"

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand and said, "boy, watch it. This is my wind sword!"

The imperial wind held high, emitting a faint cyan light, and then an endless vigorous wind hovered on it, forming a huge tornado.

At this time, ye Xu and Xing Wang suddenly moved their eyes. Ye Xu instantly disappeared in place and Zunshi sword waved.

"Ding Ding..."

Like the sound of rain beating plantains, ye Xu's body changes its position constantly, and sparks are constantly splashing on Zunshi sword.

The king of punishment shrunk his eyes and said, "what a terrible wind sword! The wind is an invisible thing, but the holy wind sword can weathering the invisible into a tangible attack. It's terrible!"

"Just starting this sword, not everyone can follow!"

"No matter how fast Ye Xu is, he can't be faster than the invisible wind everywhere. As long as there is wind in the world, the wind sword can be changed into a murderous sword, hiss..."

The king of punishment's eyes naturally saw the horror of the wind sword shengbuer sword at a glance.

He directly turned the wind within a hundred miles into an invisible blade and directly attacked Ye Xu.

In other words, ye Xu faced thousands of opponents attacking him from all directions in an instant.

"Ding Ding!"

Ye Xu turned his wrist and Zunshi sword circled and danced. Countless Blue Sword lights flashed in the void and hit the sword body with a pure sound.

"Well, the wind sword saint is really a strong enemy in his life. He is worthy of being a figure who has beaten the Fengyun monument!"

Fengyun monument is a holy relic in the chaotic continent. There is no grass in the radius, only a huge stone monument.

This stone tablet is not hurt by swords, water and fire. Even in the endless years, it has not been damaged at all.

But strangely, the warrior can leave his name on the wind and cloud monument.

However, the size of Fengyun monument is limited and can only accommodate a few martial artists.

Martial artists are always brave and ruthless. If anyone can leave a name on the Fengyun monument, it will be a very glorious thing. Over time, the world's first martial arts conference will be formed.

Every ten years, experts from all over the chaotic world will go to the Fengyun monument to participate in the competition. Naturally, the person who won the first place is also the object of public admiration. In full view of the public, he will type his own name and enjoy the respected honor.

Feng Jiansheng No. 2 sword also participated in it. Unfortunately, he finally lost to Xiao No. 1 sword in the world at that time.

If a hundred years passed, the cultivation of Feng Jiansheng Buer sword has far exceeded that of that year. With one move, ye Xu has felt a heavy and incomparable pressure.

"Well, that's the feeling!"

Ye Xu didn't move. He felt the strong pressure from Zunshi sword. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning.

Since he stepped into the peak of the holy land, he has been understanding nature and has not found many real opponents to fight.

The God of nightmare dragon is too powerful, but most of the other opponents are not strong enough, so ye Xu is sometimes itchy and hard to complain. He always wants to find a strong opponent and have a hearty war.

However, there are not many warriors at the peak of the holy land, and it is impossible to have a war with Ye Xu regardless of life or death, so ye Xu is also very uncomfortable.

Now the opponent finally appears. It is the old sword saint who has played the Fengyun monument.

Ye Xu felt the quiet blood burning slowly in his chest, with a feeling of not spitting out.

"Good to come! Ten thousand divine sword robbery!"