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Chapter 271 A moat, on the left and right sides

Young people are always the most energetic, especially young people like Chen Chao. In the past years, he was like a stubborn weed, growing in the cold wind and the scorching sun. No matter how many winds and rains he endured, he was still as tenacious.

Looking at the life of the middle-aged Taoist, he has been practicing since he entered the Infatuated Mind Concept many years ago. He has never experienced any hardships. Naturally, he has teachers to help solve major problems in his practice, and he has never encountered any problems along the way.

What's the problem? From a young genius to a young strong man, from a young strong man to a strong man, then he became a monk who forgets his worries, and then he became this infatuated master. His journey was extremely smooth, just like...

A calm lake without waves and a life without waves would be as lifeless as him.

The two are in stark contrast.

If we really want to talk about it, the two of them are even standing at two ends of the timeline, one is the rising sun, and the other is the setting sun.

In the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist, there are countless details brought to him by endless years. When facing the Chen Dynasty, the middle-aged Taoist was like a mountain, standing quietly in front of him, and no wind or rain could enter.

Chen Chao's eyes were extremely painful, not stinging, but a special feeling, as if someone punched his eye sockets one after another.

His body has long been toughened by hard work. Even among the warriors in the sea of ​​suffering, he is also the best. But at this moment, the body that he spent countless energy on seems to have no effect at this moment and cannot bear it at all.

The look on the other side.

It didn't seem to be a substantive attack, but an attack on the depths of his soul.

Just as Chen Chao thought before, although the middle-aged Taoist in front of him has no cultivation, such an old monster must have his own methods. Those methods are not what Chen Chao, a young monk in the sea of ​​suffering, can do.

of.

That is the gap between the two caused by endless years, and it is not a gap that can be easily bridged.

But Chen Chao was unwilling to give up, so what if it was a small boat in the stormy waves?

No matter how terrible the storms and waves are, there will always be a day when they dissipate. No one knows whether you will be able to see a rainbow after it dissipates, but if you can't survive it, you will definitely not see it.

I don’t know how long it took, Chen Chao’s forehead was already covered with sweat, his whole body had been shaking for who knows how long, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of fatigue. At this moment, he was like a

Fierce ghosts from hell, but the wind and rain have subsided at this moment, the waves have subsided, the sea is blue, and the world is quiet and peaceful.

There was also a flash of tiredness in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist. Because his realm was so advanced, although he could still perform some special Taoist techniques here, he might not be able to perform them all the time.

But even so, if it were an ordinary monk, under his first gaze, his mind would be broken, his soul would be broken, and he would die here.

But Chen Chao didn't.

A strange color flashed in the middle-aged Taoist's eyes, and he moved his lips, wanting to say something to express his admiration, but soon he thought of Chen Chao's previous disrespect for him, so these words of admiration were shattered in his heart.

From his lips, murderous intent poured out, covering the entire space where the Enlightenment Platform was located.

A strange color flashed in the green bull's eyes. It had the idea of ​​resisting before, but it gave up because of the nose ring between its noses. At that time, it just felt that it had been deceived by the Taoist master, but

At this moment, it felt the murderous intent in the sky, and it was also a little scared.

That is the fear that comes from the soul.

It is the gap and suppression of realms.

However, when the middle-aged Taoist unleashed his murderous intent, Chen Chao had already made a move.

He was just a small boat in the stormy sea, which could be capsized at any time, and he could only let the wind and rain fall on him.

But now that the wind and rain had stopped, he moved.

The murderous intention in the sky turned into wind and rain and came back, and met his knife.

The knife is broken, but extremely sharp.

When a person is young, he is full of vitality!

There was a stabbing sound, as if something was torn open between heaven and earth, and Chen Chao's body, which could not be said to be strong, but definitely not thin, squeezed out.

He plunged into the murderous intent that filled the sky.

There were several more slight abnormal sounds.

Chen Chao's black robe suddenly shattered, and several gaps appeared in various parts of the robe, as if it had been cut by the sharpest knife in the world.

Those murderous intentions seemed to have subsided. If it were outside, Chen Chao would have been chopped into countless pieces at this moment.

In fact, even a strong man at the pinnacle of the other side, when faced with this Taoist master, died at the moment when the sky was filled with murderous intent.

A monk at the pinnacle of the other side would not be able to do anything when faced with an existence that has reached its end in the realm of forgetfulness.

But he was not outside at the moment, so the murderous intent in the sky just tore open Chen Chao's robe, leaving countless wounds on his body.

That tough body seemed to be made of paper under the murderous intent.

But the middle-aged Taoist had already frowned.

He knows better than anyone else how terrifying his murderous intentions that remain between heaven and earth are. Even if they are displayed when he has no cultivation, monks like Chen Chao should not be able to resist them.

But at this moment, the killing intent only fell on his flesh, tearing open the surface of the flesh, but did not go deep into it.

He was a little dazed, but it was indeed only a short time before he came back to his senses. He had experienced so many ups and downs, how could he lose his composure too much because of this little thing.

Just when he came back to his senses, there was already a shadow in front of his eyes.

It was a black shadow.

The fluttering robe was like a curtain of night, trying to block his sky.

Then a clear sword light appeared in front of his eyes.

Chen Chao is here.

The young martial artist finally transcended those murderous intentions and came to the middle-aged Taoist.

Cut it off with a single blow!

A thunderous sword, full of momentum.

Even if a middle-aged Taoist is an extremely strong man in the Forgetful Realm, his body and physique may not be considered strong if he does not deliberately endure it. Therefore, Chen Chao believed that the opponent would definitely hide when faced with his sword.

He has already thought of countless back-up moves, how to deliver the next blow when the opponent is avoiding it.

But the middle-aged Taoist didn't dodge, he just stood there, stretched out his hand, and rejected it with the palm of his hand.

There was nothing special about that hand. It was just white and had slender fingers. It didn't look like the hand of a middle-aged man. Judging from the fingers alone, it looked like a woman's.

The middle-aged Taoist is not a woman.

He is an old Taoist priest.

The sharp blade fell down and landed on his palm. Unlike what Chen Chao had thought before, the broken knife failed to cut off his palm, but just wiped it away. Nothing strange happened.

After wiping it with the knife, the palm was still stretched out like this.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him and said indifferently: "Forget about your worries on the other side, struggle in the world of your own, let your body fit with the world, and break away from the mortal body. Where can I kill?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand and patted Chen Chao on the head.

His movements were really casual, and he looked like a master who was dissatisfied with his students and slapped them casually as a punishment.

But Chen Chao felt the ultimate terror. The fact that he could not use his cultivation was not only directed at him, but also against the middle-aged Taoist in front of him.

But both of them were obviously like this, so why did he seem to be in great terror when he moved and moved?

Is this the terrifying thing about monks in the Forgetful Realm? Even if they have no cultivation, this is the case?

Chen Chaorong didn't have to think too much. Facing that palm as big as heaven and earth, he didn't move back, but instead hit him forward.

What he is best at is making the most correct decision between life and death. He knows that if he retreats at this moment, he will at least be seriously injured. Only by pushing forward can he break the situation.

But this time, he failed.

He hit the robe, but he didn't feel it hit the ground. Instead, he failed when he hit it.

The middle-aged Taoist turned sideways, and then the palm fell.

Between heaven and earth, a strong wind suddenly rose.

If that palm falls, I don't know what the outcome will be.

How powerful is the palm of a forgetful monk who has no cultivation?

Chen Chao didn't want to know the answer.

He just held the handle of the knife with both hands and raised it.

However, the broken knife could not be lifted up, it just stayed in the air. The palm fell on the back of the knife. A huge force came from the back of the knife, and Chen Chao's arm trembled.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's robe was blown by the strong wind and began to sway.


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