Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 807: Shaking Waves and Listening to Thunder

"Demons and ghosts are no longer human beings. They do not have the same thoughts and desires as us. To achieve the highest level of cultivation, the first thing is to maintain the self. Without the self, all efforts in cultivation will be in vain.

Before realizing they are about to become demons, many seniors will make their own judgment and allow themselves to have an ending of their own choice. This path is also the destination of many fighters.

But some of them are unwilling to give up, and will confine themselves to this gap, protecting future generations, hoping to delay and wait for changes until future generations have a solution. "

Feng Heshou said: "This is also a kind of trial, an extremely long tempering. If you can keep your 'true form and original intention', you can at least last for dozens or hundreds of years. If you can't resist, then you will lose both your body and mind, and you will be unable to find liberation, and you will be thrown into the world of demons and ghosts.

This senior just couldn't hold on and went to a place he shouldn't have gone.

When we first get started, we are brave and hardworking, and we are determined to move forward. But when we reach a deeper level, we are walking on thin ice, and we are filled with awe and cannot act recklessly. "

He looked around the place, "This place will also be my destiny in the future. I chose the appearance of a human being, so I may be able to last longer than those predecessors."

After saying this, he walked forward and soon disappeared into the bright light.

Chen Chuan glanced around and walked in with a knife in hand. After coming out, he found that the light had actually weakened a little. This might be because there were many algae plants around, and the ubiquitous light seemed to be absorbed by these plants.

But the most important thing is not this. At the moment, he is in a relatively spacious and high platform. Below the platform, there are huge figures of various shapes. They block the light coming from farther away, and there seem to be more than ten of them.

Feng Heshou looked ahead and said, "In the past six hundred years, except for the Zen Sword Master, the Ninth, Twelfth, and Fifteenth Masters, all other Masters and Seniors who cultivated to the realm of the Sword Sect eventually annihilated themselves here."

Chen Chuan looked outside. The figure in front of him was extremely huge and relatively close to the platform, so he had to look up if he wanted to see the whole picture.

Moreover, only a few of them still retain the outline of a human form, while the rest have strange shapes and look like the monsters in the legend.

He said, "So where did those people go?"

Feng Heshou said: "The Zen Sword Master may have gone to the depths of the other world to seek the truth. I don't know what he is like now. The other hall masters didn't want to end their lives. Except for one who was guarding the entrance to the rift, the others chose to follow the master to seek the truth. But they never came back, and I don't want them to come back either."

Chen Chuan looked at the light emerging from those huge figures and agreed with him. Could he really find the way to the other side? It would be horrible if he couldn't find it, but it would be terrifying if he could come back.

"Mr. Chen, let's fight here today." Feng Heshou turned around and said, "Although it's just a competition, I won't hold back." As he said that, his expression became serious, he drew his long sword out of its sheath, then put it at his waist and bowed to Chen Chuan, "Lang Tao Pavilion, Feng Heshou."

Chen Chuan also drew his sword, but he did not take the Xuejun Sword in his hand. Instead, he stuck it into the ground. Then he raised his hand, clasped his fists and returned the salute, saying, "Pure faction, Chen Chuan." Since it was a fighting competition, he would stand here as a fighter today.

Feng Heshou stood up straight. A faint light first flickered outside his body, and then was replaced by a deep blue wave-like light. Under the cover of the light, his entire body seemed to become blurred. A faint thunder emanated from the blade, and he chanted: "The cold light serves life and death, and the sword is only for the moment."

When the voice arose, he suddenly turned around, and as his sleeves flew outward, he slashed down through the air with a knife. However, a sudden flash of light appeared on the blade, and a blade light condensed by spiritual fire had instantly crossed a distance of dozens of meters and flew towards Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan stared at the light, with no intention of dodging it. He simply stretched out his hand and clapped it. The highly condensed spiritual fire in his palm directly shattered it.

The only sound in the air was a loud bang caused by him swinging his arm.

Theoretically speaking, the spiritual light produced by the sword is borrowed from a part of the alienated tissue on the sword and is highly condensed, so if you want to break it up head-on, in addition to reacting too quickly, you will also need several times the strength.

From a tactical point of view, this is a disadvantage. However, this extremely tough defensive method will inevitably make the opponent more cautious in their choices, and even to a certain extent abandon the originally planned attack strategy.

On the other hand, Chen Chuan broke the enemy's momentum with a frontal attack, and his momentum suddenly rose. White steam-like aura floated and swayed upward from his whole body.

Feng Heshou had a solemn expression, the sword he had just struck was extremely fast, which required superhuman reaction and speed, as well as a foundation so solid that he didn't care about consumption. Just as he had thought before, this was an opponent who deserved 100% attention, and the chance of winning did not lie in speed, but in slowness and stability.

He needs to find a suitable entry point. So...

Although he was thinking in his mind, his hands did not stop moving. He changed from holding the knife with one hand to holding it with both hands, raising it to the level of his eyebrows, with the tip of the knife pointing forward. At the same time, he turned his body to the side with his center of gravity pressed backward, and stood in the Langtao Pavilion "Breaking Tide Style".

However, when he was looking for an opportunity to fight, his eyes suddenly changed and he quickly stepped back, because Chen Chuan, who was originally standing in front of him, suddenly rushed in front of him.

With a loud bang, the ground in front suddenly exploded. At the same time, the fields of the two also shattered at the same time, causing a large pit with a certain slope to appear at the contact point.

The dust dispersed, and Chen Chuan stood there, with platinum-colored smoke flashing on his fist. He glanced at Feng Heshou who was standing there steadily with a knife in his hand. If it was Long Xiang or Wei Guochan who was standing in front of him just now, it would be difficult for them to avoid this attack, but this man dodged it in one step.

It's not that he is fast enough, but that he seems to have some kind of mental ability to foresee danger, so he avoids it in advance.

If it were just that, because he would be able to adjust accordingly later, he would be caught up by him if he took two steps back at most. However, Feng Heshou gave him the feeling that he was still standing still, so he released this attack without reservation. This should also be a skill of mental application.

Feng Heshou retreated far away this time, as if to prevent Chen Chuan from further invading. He swung his blade, and suddenly large amounts of mist rolled out from his body, hiding his body inside.

Chen Chuan stood still. The mist came over and hit the biological field outside his body. It could not continue to press in, and moved to the sides and upwards. Only slight traces of impact were left at the edge of the field.

He stared at the mist. The other party was very capable. He had just cut off his spiritual perception with a sharp blade. That was why he could use these things together. Otherwise, they would not have any concealing effect if released.

At this moment, the mist suddenly surged as if pushed by some powerful force, and then dispersed outwards with a bang. In an instant, a figure that seemed real and unreal appeared above. It was Feng Heshou.

At this moment, he seemed to have become as huge as the figures behind him, and the Wen Lei Sword in his hand, which had become equally huge, slashed down at him!

Originally, the two sides were dozens of meters apart, but as the blade was swung down, it actually cut in front of him. Moreover, this did not seem to be an illusion. The strong wind pressure brought up a large amount of dust and smoke, and the torn air suddenly became hot.

Chen Chuan's eyes suddenly became extremely deep and calm. Looking at the huge blade that was coming at him, he did not choose to dodge, because he knew that since the opponent was a sword master, he must be very proficient in the use of sword techniques. If he retreated at this moment, he would inevitably fall into a passive position afterwards, which would only give the opponent an opportunity.

So at this moment he stood with his feet apart, his center of gravity pressed down, white steam rising from his body, flames rising like fire, staring at the huge knife that was coming at him, crossing his arms and raising them up!
As the blade fell, there was a loud bang and the entire platform shook. A large amount of smoke and dust rolled up, but compared with the huge blade shadow, Chen Chuan's tiny body seemed to stand there steadily.

As he expected, the blade that suddenly transformed was huge, and its power seemed to increase as well. However, the fundamental contest still lay in the spiritual fire. The spiritual light carried by it did not increase as a result, and remained the same as before.

And now, as they touched and melted away each other, sparks flew everywhere, but because of the difference in the foundations of both parties, the flame on the blade disappeared first.

Seeing this, his eyes flashed, and his fist wrapped in platinum light suddenly punched outward, hitting the outline of the knife shadow that seemed real and unreal. This punch actually caused it to fall back upwards.

After this attack, he exerted force on his feet and rushed forward like a cannonball. The ball of spiritual fire wrapped around his body suddenly collided with the huge figure, causing it to shatter suddenly.

After crashing through, Feng Heshou's true form was revealed. Chen Chuan did not stop, but continued to fly forward and smashed at him with his clenched fist.

Feng Heshou's eyes changed slightly when he saw this, and he stopped his sword in time. With a bang, even though he was over four meters tall and the two men were more than twice as tall, the force transmitted by the punch made it difficult for him to block, and he fell back involuntarily. Although he was still upright, the blue flame above him shook violently.

Chen Chuan pushed his feet continuously, leaned forward, and punched again. With a bang, the attack was blocked by the blade again in time. However, in the continuous collision of the two sides' power, the blue light was almost like a candle in the wind, and he continued to stick to it and smash it continuously.

Under such a fierce bombardment, the blue flame finally couldn't hold on and suddenly dispersed. The punch that followed first hit the blade, and then pushed the weapon to hit Feng Heshou's chest. The subsequent strength poured into his body layer by layer. The next moment, with a huge explosion, the whole person rolled out of the platform!
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(End of this chapter)