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Ye Ting's eyes were not turning around. Every time he released a silk-like sword light, it would be even more difficult to maintain the sword light in Wang Lieyang's palm. ≥ This is the technique of differentiation of sword light, and the power of the differentiated sword light is like light.

When the sword lights differentiated from Wang Lieyang's palm reached ten thousand, Wang Lieyang closed his palm, and in his palm, a thunder sound exploded, and Ye Ting's soul was almost shaken.

The last sword light emitted a thunder sound of sword energy in Wang Lieyang's palm. The control between this inch made Ye Ting unable to speak.

It is hard to say how much you can learn. There is no problem with the control of true qi and spiritual consciousness. However, Wang Lieyang came from the Taoist sect and controlled the Taoist patterns in the sword weapon, which is completely different from controlling the magic pattern. Even if the great Dao is connected, Ye Ting would take a lot of time to deduce it if he wanted to turn into the magic sect to practice successfully.

"You are not a sword cultivator, these are just paths to you. But you can transform into your sword technique, don't go the wrong way." Wang Lieyang saw Ye Ting's intrigue and persuaded him.

Ye Ting stood in front of the crack, with the sword light in his hand one foot and seven inches. He tried to compress the sword light and adjust the magic pattern structure in the sword light, but for some reason, this first step was very difficult.

Why can't I calm down? Ye Ting turned around and said, "Senior, what's the name of the female cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect?"

"Zi Shi." Wang Lieyang replied.

"Zi, Zi..." Ye Ting thought of this name, his mind gathered, and the sword light in his hand began to change. Wang Lieyang's disciples looked at the sword light in Ye Ting's hand in shock, turning into a green lotus petal.

The lotus petal is lifelike, not a lotus shadow, but a real thing. Before they could see the magic pattern in the lotus petals clearly, the lotus petal began to wither. The withered appearance had the charm of life and death, and in the end there was only a trace of lotus patterns left.

All the sword intent is contained in this lotus pattern. What is this called? Is it also a sword refining into silk?

If we only look at the thickness, this lotus pattern is barely qualified. It can shrink the sword light to such a level without damaging the sword intent, which is to refine the sword into silk. However, the sword thread is as small as the breath is, and the spiritual consciousness is difficult to detect, and it is elusive in the battle.

It is difficult for sword cultivators to capture the sword intent in the lotus pattern, which is the same as the effect of refining swords into silk, but this lotus pattern is like a random trace drawn from the wild lotus in the pond, and the Qi-refining cultivators can clearly sense its existence.

The lotus pattern jumped, and Ye Ting sighed. He didn't learn how to refine the sword into silk, but the Qinglian Angry Sea has made a lot of progress. Now the Qinglian Angry Sea has independently divided into a sword technique. Not only does the attack power increase rapidly, but various changes have become richer. As long as you do not burst out with powerful attacks, the consumption can be afforded like normal spells.

The lotus pattern in your hand is extremely stable. As long as you take action, a lotus sea can be born and submerged the enemy. Any green lotus petal may be a condensed sword intent. You do not have the means to differentiate the sword light, but you can choose the attack position at will in the lotus sea.

The power of this lotus pattern may not be as powerful as the attack of the Qinglian Angry Sea, but it is not far away. The disadvantage is that it cannot cooperate with the effect of the Qinglian Angry Sea when it starts, which shocks the enemy.

It is no problem to kill the monks in the seventh level of foundation building.

Thinking of this, Ye Ting flew the lotus pattern in his hand into the gap in the cliff in front of him. This time, he had to hold on for a hundred breaths before he took back the lotus pattern.

Wang Lieyang saw it and couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Yuwen Xuan. If Ye Ting learns swords from him, his sword intent will be perfect within ten years. If he gives him a magic weapon, he will not have to worry about the elixir cultivator.

Unfortunately, his disciples were still a little worse. Wang Lieyang flicked his finger and let out a sword roar to dissipate his emotions.

"If you can use the sword light to see the appearance of the corpse demon, you will be able to cultivate it by refining the sword into silk." Wang Lieyang pointed out Ye Ting.

Ye Ting was suddenly a little discouraged and saw clearly the appearance of the corpse demon. He couldn't even discover the outline of the corpse demon. After all, he was not a sword cultivator. If he hadn't learned the Qinglian Sword Song first, this mutated sword refining into silk would not have any result.

I won't have so much time to practice swords because Wang Lieyang and his group are here to do sect tasks. Once the Yuejian Sect and the Infant Realm Cultivators from other sects break out, Wang Lieyang will go to support immediately.

More than 6,000 miles southwest, in the center of the Secret Realm of Corpse Demon, a huge volcano towers. Red smoke and dust hit the sky. The high temperature makes the clouds roll over and mix into the smoke and dust brought into the depths of the earth, turning the sky of thousands of miles into dark red.

Under the dark red sky, the high temperature airflow is filled with the smell of corpse smell. Surrounding the dark and hideous volcano, there are endless zombies climbing towards the steep volcano. The sound of zombies rubbing against the rocks is like the sound of cicadas singing in the deep summer night, which makes people irritate.

Zombies kept falling halfway, and more zombies climbed up the crater, as if something was summoning them. Zombies crowded and jumped down, disappearing from the dark red light.

Directly above the crater, the red and black airflow smoke and dust were the most violent, and a monk stood in the air.

The monk had only a few feet of quiet place in front of him, his face was slightly blurred. He knew the identity of the door by looking at the clothes on his body. The pure white Taoist robe was hanging quietly, not fluttering with the wind. He looked down at the crater, and his vitality was like a knife, cutting everything in disorder. The zombie jumped to pieces.

Wherever you go, even your spiritual consciousness cannot be detected.

Suddenly, he raised his head and his eyes extended to the distance. Even the secret realm could not stop his sight. In the north more than two million miles away, the energy of heaven and earth gathered violently. The great catastrophe of heaven and earth was brewing, releasing a terrifying aura.

"Great Perfection of Infant Realm?" The monk was surprised and sneered: "I don't know how to live or die, but I seem to be thinking about advancing to the virtual realm." He was too lazy to pay attention to such people who couldn't live for too long and continued to observe the crater.

The monk's hands were carrying them behind his back, and a string of crystal clear Buddhist beads were pinched in the fingers of his right hand. In each bead, there was a red blood mark, twisting in the beads. The blood mark tried to condense into Sanskrit. Every time it was about to succeed, the monk's fingers turned the Buddhist beads, crushing the blood mark flat and weighing it into a thread.

Ye Ting practiced swords under the cliff. In just two days, a flying sword sent a letter to Ye Ting. Wang Lieyang said to Ye Ting: "The sect requests the support of the sword cultivator in the alchemy, you can go together."

"Me?" Ye Ting said in surprise.

"It's you." Wang Lieyang pointed at Nagarjuna again and said, "She goes there too, and it's enough for me to have one disciple. Your harvest is only 20% of the Yue Sword Sect."

So kind...

Ye Ting thought of Wu Yuanji. If he had not been in front of him, the Yuejian Sect would have seemed domineering and ruthless to collect 20% of the protection fee. Nagarjuna was depressed, and she just wanted to stay here until the day she left the secret realm.

She looked at Ye Ting, hoping that Ye Ting would refuse.

"Li Zhenyi, take them both here." Wang Lieyang said to a disciple.

Li Zhenyi was nine feet tall and had a very strong figure, with short hair and no beard. She looked like a monk who had just returned to secular life. A five-foot sword behind him rang in the sword box, as if she was eager to start fighting immediately.

"Disciple knows." Li Zhenyi bowed to Wang Lieyang, looked at Ye Ting, and then drove the sword to the ground. Nagarjuna had to pull Ye Ting and chase her with her wooden escape. Fortunately, Ye Ting's Five Elements Returning Yuan method has made great progress now, and it is not a burden to Nagarjuna.

Li Zhenyi's sword escape speed was stable, and there was no leakage of sword intent, which was obviously different from Na Ziyu's style. Of course, the sword escape method was not like the mortals imagined and ran around in the sky, but the sword intention was released and flew with his body. As a sword, he could burst out the strongest attack at any time.

In less than a quarter of an hour, we arrived at the battlefield. On a hillside, sword lights were scattered. The disciples of the Sword Sect cooperated with each other and struggled to support them. The cultivators from different sects were still besieging them.

Ye Ting's nine demon eyes flew up, swept across the battlefield, and saw an expected target, which was a spiritual ring cultivator, who had never been completed at the seventh level of foundation building.

There are no cultivators in the battlefield, and there are fourteen besiegers. Can the cultivators of the Three Month Sword Sect last for so long?

Li Zhenyi laughed, and the sword attacked, and a thunder sound burst out. Before the besieged monk could react, a monk was beheaded by Li Zhenyi in half.

boom!

One hundred and eight huge stone pillars emerged on the ground on the hillside, because they rushed out of the ground at the same time, and the sounds made were so uniform.

puff!

Li Zhenyi's long sword rotated and cut off another monk's head.

Ye Ting was fascinated by the sight. Li Zhenyi saw that this place was a trap, but she killed it with one sword. This is confidence and the source of the power of the sword cultivator.

If you break all the tricks with one sword, you have thousands of tricks, and in the end you have to rely on your strength to kill me.

Nagarjuna's escape light stopped almost instantly, and she and Ye Ting were one step behind. Li Zhenyi had already entered the trap. His sword escape accelerated, and Nagarjuna could not catch up.

Slightly starlight fell down, and everything within a radius of sixty miles was fed back to Ye Ting by the starlight. The feedback of the vital energy in the formation gradually became blurred. Only by looking at the naked eye, you could see Li Zhenyi’s sword light scattered and killing the monks one by one, simply and indifferent.

In a blink of an eye, there were only three foundation-building monks left in front of him. Facing Li Zhenyi's long sword, the three of them roared in horror and each sacrificed their own talisman treasures to resist. Li Zhenyi's long sword swept across, and the three talisman treasures were cut off by the long sword. The foundation-building monk was penetrated by the sword energy and collapsed on the ground.

These three people were not dead and could not survive. The sword energy traveled through their meridian acupoints, drilled out of their skin, and then drilled into the seven orifices. It went back and forth, and it was endless. The foundation-building monk's own true energy was destroyed in the flow of the sword energy, and all kinds of pain were blocked in their bodies, and they could not even shout a pain.

There is a nightmare demon immortal seed in the Ten Directions forbidden methods, which has similar effects, life and death are at will. Li Zhenyi uses such a method of controlling people, which is almost no less than the secret method of visiting the door.

This is the last scene that Ye Ting saw, and the formation gradually blurred his vision. Ye Ting really wanted to use his head to hit the stone pillar to see if he was stupid.

What is Li Zhenyi doing? More than a dozen people besieged you, Yue Jian Sect, and it is clearly a trap. No matter how strong the sword cultivator is, three foundation-building masters cannot withstand the siege of more than a dozen people.
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