Chapter 343 (1/2)

Turning into a sword light of thunder and lightning, Nie Chen, with the help of the power of heavy sword rhyme, made a rapid dive to the bottom. The fierce Qi and gravity from the heavy sword rhyme road made his speed reach an extremely terrible level.

However, on the way down the road, the blade was too dense. Nie Chen's sword spirit smashed countless sword blades that shot at him, and even his heavy sword rhyme. Under the continuous expansion, the speed of those shuttling swords slowed down in an instant, and Nie Chen followed the gap where they slowed down and dived down at a very fast speed.

Now, the power Nie Chen can rely on is only the power of Lei Dao, which has been branded in the soul, and the strength that has attached great importance to sword rhyme. It can be said that the shame concealment is the result of the understanding of the soul. The strength belonging to the body, the evil spirit and the body, has no protective effect on the soul.

However, there are too many fine blades to kill his soul. Even if he keeps smashing, with the help of the heavy sword rhyme, he avoids the killing again and again, which is supposed to be unrelenting. However, there are always several sword blades, which come back and forth and pass through his soul, leaving her a long wound.

The wound didn't bleed, just a wisp of white smoke gushed out and slowly dissipated. There was no wound to dissipate some soul breath. Nie Chen's soul was like the pricking pain of thousands of needles, and gradually weakened.

”Ah However, he must endure, and he must still endure such terrible killing. Once his soul is broken here, he will really disappear from the world; moreover, his driving shell will be occupied by Na Qin Kai.

How can he be reconciled to this consequence?

Although Nie Chen had felt this kind of attack on the rest of the monks, he did not feel the horror of soul attack until now. No matter how strong your Daoism is, your accomplishments are in practice, and your body is strong. If your soul is too fragile, in front of such special means of attacking the soul, you will be as fragile as meeting a three-year-old tiger.

In Nie Chen's body, the earth shaking scene is taking place at the moment. However, from the outside, he is standing there with a calm face, but he is motionless, which is basically calm.

A roar that only Nie Chen could hear was echoing in Nie Chen's body. With his infinite sharp blade, he turned into a lightning sword, and rushed toward the surface of the spirit sea with black waves.

Those sharp blades that attack the soul are constantly smashed by Nie Chen, flashing and disappearing continuously. It seems that they are hopeless.

Although many sharp blades were broken by Nie Chen, there were still some. From Nie Chen's side, there were still some. They kept running on Nie Chen's body, and they were covered with white cut tobacco.

If it had not been for Nie Chen, when he was practicing the power of thunder and lightning, he had already cultivated his soul into the existence of thunder spirit. At the moment, Nie Chen would disappear almost instantly under these sharp blades.

The speed of Nie Chen's downward rush, unconsciously, has lost the sharpness and speed at the beginning. He has become more and more weak, just like a person who is so hungry that he doesn't even have the strength to walk. If he hadn't experienced it personally, he couldn't understand the feeling of hopelessness and weakness.

Nie Chen looked down at the sea level below, the turbulent sea of evil Qi, and saw so many evil spirits that he could make good use of. At the moment, he couldn't help him at all. He felt that he was separated from the world.

Before he died, there was such a state. What Nie Chen first felt was that there was someone outside the human being, and there was a heaven out of the sky. No matter how powerful you are, the world will always be beyond your expectation and bring you an unimaginable fatal blow. The world is dangerous, and he Nie Chen is really just a little monk.

His ideal, his plan, his mind, at this moment, seems to have become a kind of ridiculous floating clouds, that he wants to create the country, is so far away from him A person, the longer the road, the more reluctant he is to give up the road he has walked so far. Nie Chen is unwilling, but this reluctance is so powerless.

His whole body, in this moment, flashed in front of his eyes, those he cherished, patriotic people, at the moment, appear lovely faces, even once the enemy, also become so lovely, he suddenly found that his hatred with Qinglian, it seems, is not so inextricably linked, to life and death.

But all that, at this moment, when Nie Chen was weak and weak, and was constantly crossed by more sharp blades and swords, all of that turned out to be so far away. However, it was clearly that he had experienced and seen such important things.

All that, at this moment, is an illusory dream; it seems that death is also a very wonderful thing, but many people are afraid of him, so they spent such a process in fear, and did not find out where the wonder is.

Darkness, which covers everything, is whether the world has disappeared or whether TANNIE dust has disappeared from the world. It seems difficult to distinguish, but in essence, there is no difference, because it is a thing, it is just death.”Is it over?” Nie Chen's soul, among his eyes, the last ray of light disappeared. What he saw at the last glance was countless sharp blades, rushing towards such a fragile self from the front, from the back, from all directions.

It's clear that it's kind-hearted and innumerable sword spirit. At the moment, it's like a dark wave, drowning myself, drowning not giving up, drowning unwilling, drowning shouting, drowning light Darkness, darkness, darkness It's dark

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