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No matter what kind of magic attack, the sword cultivator's flying sword will fall to the position where the magic activates the energy of heaven and earth. Such a slash will be like his own magical magic to break the spell.

Ye Ting thought for a moment and gave up his plan to learn. If the demon god's spell breaking technique was integrated into his sword technique, it would indeed be like a sword cultivator.

The problem is that my swordsmanship is destroyed and putting the cart before the horse.

The sword cultivator asked, all on their swords.

My own way is the purgatory of ten directions, the song of the green lotus sword. The growth of purgatory, the singing of swords, and the songs of oneself day and night, subtly moving, without distinction between them.

In addition, the secret techniques of swordsmanship are all born to protect the Tao.

The green shadow floated under Ye Ting's feet, heading towards the battlefield step by step. Nagarjuna followed her step by step, holding the short spear in her hand, like a shadow dragged by Ye Ting. Ye Ting did not hide his tracks or conceal his murderous intent. He drew out the Earth Flame Sword and became angry.

When the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect saw Ye Ting appear, he pulled him away because Ye Ting did not look at others, but just looked at him with a cold and harsh eyes. However, when Ye Ting drew his sword, he was caught unpreparedly.

With anger in his body, the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect trembled in his heart. He happened to take a white jade talisman in his hand and catalyzes into a three-meter-long broken-horned demon blade. In horror, the demon blade gave up the sword cultivator and headed straight for Ye Ting.

The afterimage behind Ye Ting was destroyed by a demon blade. The Earth Flame Sword stabbed the heart of the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect, and the lotus shadow penetrated into the body. The broken-horned demon blade shattered the afterimage of Ye Ting, and turned rapidly in the air, chasing Ye Ting's back. The dragon tree slapped horizontally like an iron whip. The demon blade was pulled up more than 30 feet high and turned into a broken white jade talisman.

The cultivator of the Lingjie Sect fought back with his true energy. He opened his mouth and squirted out a stream of red smoke and headed straight to Ye Ting's face. A grimace in the red smoke was terrifying and terrifying, and he opened his mouth to bite Ye Ting.

With this spitting power, the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect forced his body to move backwards, trying to avoid Ye Ting's heart-killing sword.

Ye Ting did not pursue, and the lotus petals that had penetrated into the cultivator's body bloomed in full swing, shattering everything in his chest. Ye Ting's Earth Flame Sword turned back, stabbed the ghost face, and instantly launched more than a hundred attacks to destroy the ghost face.

Kill the enemy with one sword and save yourself with one sword. Qinglian's sword intent is complete, and he stabs two swords in a row, and he can hardly tell the order.

The other three monks were shocked. Nagarjuna stabbed the spell left and right, blocking the spell that attacked Ye Ting. After the three monks took action, they regretted it. There was still one sword cultivator of the Yue Sword Sect, so how could they distract themselves!

Ye Ting killed the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect and stood there to rest. The two flying swords of the Yuejian Sect sword cultivator interlaced, and suddenly three sword lights turned out, which doubled the speed.

The change suddenly. The slowest reaction among the three monks was swept by a sword light, and the whole person was almost cut horizontally. The other two monks each blocked a sword and turned into escape light and flew away.

The sword cultivator collected the sword light and did not chase after him, but looked at Ye Ting.

Why did the monk of the Demon Sect help him? He saw the young man's warm gaze, but he would not believe it easily. No matter how outstanding the other party's swordsmanship was or how much he admired the Yue Jian Sect, this was not within his consideration.

"I have something to ask fellow Taoists of Yuejian Sect for help." Ye Ting spoke slowly.

The three sword lights turned into two flying swords, circling one in front of the sword cultivator, and swallowing it into his belly.

The monk from Yuejian Sect smiled, fellow Taoist? If this child hadn't killed a monk with a dan, he would have to take a sword and cut him in half. He would be qualified...

"Who are you?" Jian Cultivator's voice was sonorous and the rhythm was clear, just like two flying swords fighting in his chest. The sound came into Ye Ting's ears, and Ye Ting was so stern. What a powerful sword cultivator! No wonder he could fight four with one.

"A disciple of Yulong City, an elder of Baizhang Sect." Ye Ting told the truth.

A sword is to take its straightness.

Ye Ting took out the Baizhang Sect's inheritance without waiting for the sword cultivator to ask again, and spread it in front of him.

Jian Xiu stared at him, nodded, and said to Ye Ting: "Pack up your things and follow me."

Ye Ting understood that he put away the Baizhang Sect inheritance and took the space equipment from the two monks to follow the steps of the sword cultivator. The sword cultivator did not fly on the sword, and used the sword escape to the ground. He had already controlled it well enough. Wherever he passed, there was still a trace of sword intent cut on the ground, which was several feet deep and it would only disappear in half an hour.

If you do your best, it will be cut on people...

The sword cultivator took Ye Ting and Nagarjuna and escaped for half an hour before stopping in front of a cliff. The cliff was two hundred feet high and vertically pulled up, with a color that was almost black. In the almost lightless secret realm, it seemed to be the end of the world.

Now there is a gap at the end, which splits the cliff straight from top to bottom, with a width of only half a meter.

In the gap, dark red light penetrated, and the breath contained was chaotic and manic. The energy of heaven and earth under the cliff became difficult to control because of the red light. Being in it felt like entering a big pot, the firewood below was burning vigorously, and people soaked in water, and knew that the water was about to bloom.

In front of the crack, five sword cultivators were standing, using their spiritual sense to explore the inside of the crack. The leader was wearing an iron-gray Taoist robe, with no crown on his head, and only a black ribbon tied up. A gray sword sac was hung around his waist.

"Uncle Master." Jian Xiu left Ye Ting and Nagarjuna, walked forward and shouted.

"It's Ziyu, come and take a look inside, it's very interesting." The head sword cultivator turned around and greeted him.

He is eight feet tall, has a warm skin as jade-like, and his body is clean.

Ye Ting was deeply shocked. He could not feel any sharp smell on this sword cultivator. This was not a deliberate restraint, but a natural state of mind. Among the people he met before, only the master could do it.

A cultivator in the infant realm, transforms into a god with a sword intent.

The sword cultivator's eyes fell on Ye Ting. Ye Ting warmed up. The chaotic energy of heaven and earth around him was driven away by the sword cultivator, but he did not control Ye Ting's own true energy.

Ye Ting stepped forward, bowed and said, "Ye Ting has met his senior."

Facing the infant realm monk, Ye Ting dared not use the word "Fellow Daoist".

"Tell me." The sword cultivator of the Infant Realm had received the message from Zi Yu, and knew that Ye Ting had asked for Yu Yue Sword Sect. A sect inheritance is not very meaningful to the Yue Sword Sect, but it is interesting in this chaotic world.

Ye Ting's mood was stable and not affected by emotions. This was a ability that only monks had. He said what he wanted according to the previous arrangement.

The sword cultivator pondered. Ye Ting didn't know whether he was thinking or asking his disciples for information. He waited patiently and Nagarjuna was behind him without saying a word. Facing the infant cultivator, she was at a loss.

"The stories you told are very reasonable. I have something unknown." The sword cultivator in the Infant Realm suddenly spoke.

"Senior, please ask, okay." Ye Ting answered calmly.

"The female cultivator you mentioned, my incompetent disciples are not opponents, so how can you escape under her?" He asked Ye Ting kindly, waiting for him to speak.

Ye Ting's corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and he gritted his teeth and said, "In order to escape, I used the escape talisman given by my master."

"The Exiting Talisman, so you are Yuwen Xuan's disciple."

"It's the master." Ye Ting said solemnly, his body involuntarily getting straightened.

The Infant Realm Sword Cultivator smiled and said, "When I was young, I went to Fengzhou once, and my master was killed by my sword."

Ye Ting said: "It turns out to be an old friend."

"Aren't you afraid?" The Infant Realm Sword Cultivator looked at Ye Ting, praising his courage.

"The master wants to kill someone, but he never fails. After he survives, he naturally feels the benefits of that sword. The younger generation also learns sword skills, and those who are swordsman are also aware of it."

"Haha, Yuwen Xuan has taken over a good disciple. My name is Wang Lieyang. I agree to what you said." The sword cultivator of the Infant Realm called Ye Ting to move forward again and said, "Old disciples, come and see the interesting things here."

Ye Ting moved forward and took out the sect inheritance of Baizhang Sect first. Na Ziyu turned around and took it over, saying to Wang Lieyang: "Uncle Master, I'll do this."

"Well, don't worry too much about it, just do this first."

"Disciple knows." Ziyu said that, he drove the sword light and radiated into the sky, regardless of the black clouds pressing down on the top and flew through the air.

Ye Ting stood in front of the crack, Wang Lieyang removed the sword intent to protect him and said, "You learn sword too, try it."

Ye Ting flicked his fingertips and transformed into a foot-7 inch sword light and sent it into the crack. In just a moment of effort, the sword light turned back into Ye Ting's hand, and his face turned pale. The feeling of the sword light coming back almost ignited the true energy in his body.

Even when practicing the Glazed Demon Body, there is no such danger.

"What is that!" Ye Ting was shocked, his sword light entered the investigation, but was hit by countless wills, diluting thousands of times the will power, and it was still so terrifying.

I originally thought it was the cave heaven where the Corpse Demon Sect was attached to the secret realm, so I cut it open and looked inside, but I didn't expect it to be just a trapped corpse demon.

Cut it open with one sword? A corpse demon!

"You learn sword too. Practice here for a while. The benefits are quite good." Wang Lieyang said, with a long sword added to his palm. Ye Ting was frightened. The sword was more than four feet long, and it was formed by the energy of heaven and earth from beginning to end, with internal Taoist patterns scattered.

Ye Ting's neck felt cold. If this thing was not controlled properly, it would explode...

"You are not my disciple, I will only teach you this time." As Wang Lieyang spoke, the long sword slowly contracted and turned into a sword light of one foot and seven inches, beating in his palm.

Ye Ting can do it even when turning a sword into a light, but the long sword that Wang Lieyang used to display is formed by the condensation of the essence of heaven and earth, which is even more difficult than controlling a mortal iron.

When Wang Lieyang's next move, Ye Ting simply used the Taixu Yu Ling technique to observe, and at the same time released nine demon eyes.

Wang Lieyang said that if he only teaches once, he will not have the chance to learn for the second time.

The sword light became thinner and thinner. Ye Ting could see clearly every move of Wang Lieyang, how to control the Taoist patterns in the sword light. When the sword light appeared faintly, Ye Ting could no longer see clearly. Behind his head, the Niwan God Forbidden was released, so he could barely keep up with Wang Lieyang's rhythm.

Refining a sword into silk is an excellent sword technique, but it is actually more difficult than sword energy and thunder sound.

Wang Lieyang waved his five fingers lightly, and the silky sword lights in his hand actually differentiated again. One by one, the silky sword lights flew into the crack, and hundreds of them were released in a blink of an eye. (A good activity of falling pies from the sky, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you to get! Follow the official account of Chinese website (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now follow the qdread WeChat official account now!)
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