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Chapter 423 The Power of Nirvana
"Zhong Lin, since you want to die, then I will grant your wish. Come and die!"

Standing in the formation, Zhong Lin felt that the formation had cut off his connection with the world, and there was also a faint endless weight pressing down on every tiny part of his body.

The force of this oppression became stronger and stronger. In just a few moments, Zhong Lin felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

"die!"

Just as Zhong Lin frowned, a sword light came straight at him from the mist of starlight.

boom!
Zhong Lin's eyes moved slightly, and his palm moved up diagonally, seemingly fast but actually slow, to block the sword light.

Although he blocked it, Zhong Lin's brows were furrowed.

Under the starlight, he felt his whole body was suppressed. Not only was the spiritual energy in his dantian flowing sluggishly, but his physical body also felt like it was carrying a huge mountain. Every move he made required a tremendous amount of energy.

"Hahaha, Zhong Lin, have you thought about how you want to die?"

Sikong Yan grinned wildly, his eyes full of ferocity.

call out!call out!call out!
Countless sword shadows pierced through the void, some twisted and turned upside down, some shuttled and jumped, and some circled endlessly, coming towards Zhong Lin to kill with endless coldness, sharpness, killing and destruction.

"die?"

Zhong Lin sneered, and with a thought, the Five Elements Mysterious Jade Swords surrounded his body, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally formed a vortex sword wheel.

The five elements were connected and endless, and they turned into a five-colored canopy-like thing, blocking the sword lights outside the body.

clack clack...

Zhong Lin raised his head slightly, watching the air currents tearing through the starry sky, terrifying sword lights falling from the sky, and the sounds of explosions flashing in countless tiny parts of his body.

"It's time to finish."

Zhong Lin let out a long breath, and his deep eyes suddenly lit up.

As the voice drifted, an extremely domineering thought instantly shook the starry sky and the universe, sweeping away all the starlight and smoke.

As Zhong Lin stepped forward, golden blood rushed out from every pore. These blood energies burned and instantly dyed the entire sword formation red.

Boom!

At the moment when his energy and blood exploded, his body suddenly leaned forward and punched out with a bang.

One punch followed another, and in an instant he threw out a total of ten thousand punches, but the speed was extremely fast, as if they were thrown at the same time, like a huge sun suddenly shining.

The five sword wheel vortexes surrounding the body were forcibly integrated into the sun, making it shine brightly and dazzle the sky with colorful lights.

boom!
Rumble!
Violent and turbulent, surging and raging, with howling winds.

In the huge collision, ripples crisscrossed.

It was like the most violent and terrifying hurricane in the world, easily sweeping through the entire star sword formation. Countless starlight and vital energy exploded and shattered under this boxing technique.

Elder Cangchen, who had been sitting upright in the void, was now upright.

"Good boy, you actually merged the sword and fist intents. It seems that my Heavenly Sword Holy Land will really have another Holy Son."

"Master, what will it be like if the artistic conception and mood merge together?" Jian Jingtian asked curiously.

"I'll beat you to death."

"Forehead!"

Elder Cangchen glanced at his new disciple, paused, and said, "Shocking!"

"The disciple is here."

"It's better not to become an enemy of Zhong Lin in the future."

"Why?"

Why? I'm afraid he'll beat you to death.

Elder Cangchen didn't say this, mainly because he was afraid of undermining the confidence of his disciples.

Artistic conception is difficult to comprehend, and different artistic conceptions will cause pressure on each other, not to mention integrating the two after full comprehension. If they can truly be integrated, the power will be far greater than one plus one.

Click!

CRACK! Countless dirt and rocks were swept into the tiniest particles by the strong wind and disappeared between heaven and earth.

woohoo...

Amidst the endless tide of vital energy, the vast ocean of blood and energy around Zhong Lin exploded and vibrated as it soared into the sky.

He looked deeply at Sikong Yan, took a step forward, bent his body and punched out.

boom!
The extremely violent power in his body was released like a volcanic eruption the moment he threw this punch.

A ray of extremely pure golden light broke through the layers of void, carrying the unparalleled will, and slammed towards Sikong Yan.

The endless mountains and earth were shaking wildly, and the excited vital energy and sound wave ripples instantly blew away the outer disciples who were watching the battle nearby.

The power of boxing is so great that it is hard to imagine.

"not good."

Sikong Yan's heart trembled, and he finally felt fear at this moment, but it was too late.

Click!

The heaven and earth suddenly froze, as if imprisoning him in place. He was unable to move his body, and had to activate the last defense of the Xuanqi armor at the last moment.

At this time, Zhong Lin's fist finally arrived.

Sincerely! Interested! The punch arrives!

Once a thought arises, nothing can stop it from happening.

Rumble!
Amidst the violent roar, a transparent ripple of vital energy rose up and spread over an endlessly long distance. The void energy and the vital energy of heaven and earth all disappeared.

"Wow!"

The protective shield on Sikong Yan's body was not broken, but the terrifying artistic conception attack hit his mind hard.

His face turned pale in an instant, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His mind was like a candle in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment.

Although the body is not injured, the mind is the manifestation of the soul. If the mind is destroyed, then the person is a living dead.

Zhong Lin's eyes turned cold and he punched again.

Suddenly, a purple aura rose above the arena, vast and boundless, domineering and awe-inspiring.

This force was as vast as the heaven and earth. Just a vibration made Zhong Lin feel like an ant facing the might of heaven. The power gathered in his fist was dissipated like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Ying Ju, who had been watching the fight, changed her expression and appeared directly on the ring, blocking Zhong Lin.

"The competition hasn't ended yet. Isn't the Third Saint being too arrogant?" Yingju sneered.

"Shadow Chrysanthemum..."

It was clearly just two words, but the voice coming from the purple air was like a decree from the gods, resounding from the void and echoing throughout the vast sky.

It is vast and mighty, piercing through the sky and splitting the clouds.

Zhong Lin only felt a tightness in his chest, a sweetness in his mouth, and traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

A pair of eyes stared at the purple cloud with horror in their eyes.

There was no energy fluctuation at all, just the sound of those two words was enough to hurt him. This...

Yingju took a step forward, and the next moment, terrifying and boundless power erupted.

Rumble!
The air flow surged, and a terrifying sound like a collapse of the sky came.

A golden chrysanthemum shadow appeared around Yingju. The shadow kept trembling, as if it was made of flames. A destructive force faintly came from it, but the power of creation was hidden in the destruction, which looked very strange.

Wu Hong, who was following closely, suddenly stopped and his pupils shrank sharply.

"The power of Nirvana, Yingju, you actually broke through the Nirvana realm."

Wu Hong screamed, his face full of disbelief.

Yingju ignored Wu Hong behind her, her eyes fixed on the purple air on the ring, filled with fiery fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)