The sudden attack by the demonic cultivator made Yi Tian stunned. Fortunately, he had already prepared the force in his hand. Yi Tian raised his right hand and held the Taiyuan Sword in his hand.

With one flick and one move, he will be defeated by the light of the sword.

Then he opened his mouth with a solemn expression and said sternly: "Senior brother, are you testing my skills?"

The demonic cultivator raised his head and laughed arrogantly and said: "The Holy Son of Prince Ming is indeed a very skilled man and has the courage to risk his own life and come to the ruins to personally investigate."

Yi Tian replied calmly: "Senior brother, please don't talk nonsense. This clone of mine is just shaped like the Holy Son of Prince Ming."

The demonic cultivator glanced disdainfully and then said: "Holy Son, stop pretending. Although Qianlingyuan and I are from the same sect, we are the direct lineages of our sect. Our branches have long been in the same boat.

When we meet on weekdays, we would at most call him senior brother in a perfunctory way, but behind my back, he would always make trouble. How could he be so respectful and set up a trap to lure me into the trap like the Holy Son?"

Speaking of this, Yi Tian felt a chill in his heart. It turned out that the two of them still had this problem, and he had never taken their relationship into account.

He turned around and looked at the demon cultivator, who showed no trace of fear on his face. He secretly thought that something was wrong. He might have exposed his trick early on. If he still dared to come here, he would be confident.

Sure enough, Jiang is old and hot, so He Weiming's reputation in Zhongzhou is not as loud as Qian Lingyuan's, but Lun's decisiveness in handling things is definitely much better than Qian Lingyuan's.

Slowly putting away the Taiyuan Sword, Yi Tian asked: "This is not the first time we have met, Fellow Daoist He. I'm afraid it was your true body that we met last time in the ruins of the Demonic Dragon Cult General Altar."

He Weiming's clone spat: "I don't know what the main body is doing, but judging from your appearance, he should be the one you met."

"It seems like your clone has developed an independent consciousness and wants to replace it. Do you want us to talk about it next," Yi Tian induced him step by step.

He Weiming sneered and replied: "We can talk, but we have to test whether you are qualified to talk first." After saying that, he raised the spiritual sword in his hand and shot it again. This time, the sword light was mixed with black electric light.

, his hand shook and he immediately attacked Yi Tian again.

Yi Tian was unscathed by his sneak attack just now, and now he should be prepared even more. As soon as his spiritual consciousness detected the movement of the opponent's hand, Yi Tian directly used his escape technique, dodged and flew into the air, and then moved his hands quickly in front of his chest.

He raised his seal and pointed at the ground below, shouting: "Eight-door Golden Lock Formation, seal it."

Immediately, arrays of formations suddenly appeared on the ground with the valley as the center, sealing the whole area of ​​​​the world within three miles in three breaths.

A little later, he saw the black sword light breaking through the air and stabbing towards his back with the sound of "zilla". Yi Tian's face sank and he used the Taiyuan sword again. The blue light flashed on his hand and he directly deflected the black light.

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When He Weiming saw this, he showed a look of understanding and said: "I didn't expect that the Holy Son would register the special skills of my Qianling Sect to such an extent. I'm afraid that the only ones in the sect are me and that guy from Qianlingyuan."

Only the main body can stabilize you."

However, Yi Tian disagreed and said: "Fellow Daoist He is over-praised. Lin Jianxin lost to me in a sword fight just now with his swordsmanship. Wouldn't Fellow Daoist put himself in his shoes and think more about it?"

He Weiming scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness and saw that the space transformed by the large formation had completely sealed the place. There was only a handful of spiritual energy that could be mobilized with a single move, and he could only rely on his own spiritual power to maintain the spell.

How can there be any reason to be invincible when one is declining and the other is growing?

After sighing, He Weiming slowly opened his mouth and said, "The Holy Son wants to talk about it. It won't be too late until you take the next two moves."

Yi Tian raised his eyebrows after hearing this. He didn't know where the confidence of He Weiming in front of him came from. Even if he was in danger, he could still be so calm and composed. This ability to nourish Qi was not even stronger than that of the city government.

point.

I secretly thought in my heart that it seemed like this was going to be really difficult to deal with if I didn't win over the opponent, so I just raised the Taiyuan Sword and held it in my hand to wait and see what tricks the opponent could use.

He Weiming didn't look angry when he saw that Yi Tian was ignoring him. He just slowly swung the spiritual sword in his hand. The sword he used just now was a shocking sword. Although it was only 50% of the power of the original body, it allowed the opponent to be defeated so easily.

It really made He Weiming a little moved.

At this time, Yi Tian's face in the air not only did not have the slightest relaxed expression, but became more and more serious. The sword Qi Transformation Thread used by He Weiming was obviously much better than Qianlingyuan.

A layman watching the excitement, an expert watching the door, regardless of the moves in the opponent's hand, the whole sword move was blended into one, and the millions of sword threads condensed into a sword light again. Yi Tian secretly groaned in his heart, this time of condensation

Compared with the meteor-like appearance before, the momentum of the unreleased luck move is no less than one or two points, but the power of the move is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Knowing that he couldn't pass this level without some real effort, Yi Tian then raised the Taiyuan Sword and used the sword energy to transform into silk. He also followed He Weiming's example and broke it into pieces. On the cyan sword

There was still a bit of golden light faintly revealed in the silk, and then it became brighter and brighter, wrapping up all the original cyan sword energy.

He Weiming, who was below, also had a look of surprise on his face at this time, and blurted out: "I didn't expect that the Holy Son of Prince Ming would actually take a break from the secret skills of Buddhism. You must know that the Prajna Painful Zen is the most profound skill in the world. Even if you have practiced it to

Xiaocheng can also greatly improve the power of the moves. But I don’t know what other changes will happen after you integrate this technique into the Yao Sword. Let me verify it."

Yi Tian replied calmly: "Fellow Daoist He really has a sharp gaze. He is much better than Qianlingyuan, but I don't know how good his skills are."

"Then let's try it," He Weiming said and took the lead to control the long-awaited sword Qi Silk in his hand and swing it into the air.

Not to be outdone, Yi Tian used the Taiyuan Sword in his hand and used the same move, and then the beam of golden light sword threads was robbed in front of him.

The momentum of this sword fight with He Weiming was much smaller than the previous fight against Lin Jianxin, but Yi Tian felt a little uneasy for no reason.

The two sides compared not only the understanding of moves but also the control of techniques and the operation of spiritual power. Yi Tian believed that he must be inferior to the other party in terms of understanding of moves. The control of techniques was almost the same, but with the help of formations, the operation of spiritual power would definitely be better.

is stronger than the opponent.

In mid-air, two rays of black and yellow sword light violently struck together, squeezing the surrounding air into several visible air vortices. A vacuum was temporarily formed in the area where the two sides were fighting, until the sword

The potential slowly disappeared after three breaths were exhausted.

He Weiming, who was standing on the ground at this time, twitched his lips and said with a smile: "The Holy Son of Prince Ming is indeed well-deserved. He is really powerful to be able to use the three swords of our sect to such an extent. I admire him."

Facing such compliments from the other party, Yi Tian remained sullen and silent. In fact, he knew in his heart that under the favorable conditions of formation control, the moves of both sides were evenly matched, which meant that the other party was superior to him.

Even if it is the sword energy transformed silk used by everyone who is at the peak of the late stage of Jindan, if he hadn't rested in Prajna meditation and refined the silk of Buddha power to restrain the opponent's black demonic energy, I'm afraid he would really have to do it.

All in all, I still lost half the battle.

After withdrawing his move, Yi Tian asked in a deep voice: "There is still one more move left for the three special skills of Yao Sword."
Chapter completed!