This sword was too weird. He could guard against it, but Xu Zhijian couldn't.
He has already reversed the Netherworld Sect's mentality through this sword.
His current knowledge of martial arts is far beyond what normal people can imagine, but it is still difficult to deduce the swordsmanship of the Netherworld Sect.
This swordsmanship is too weird.
He felt that he had only managed to deduce 60 to 70% of it. He only got its form but not its spirit. With one sword move, he could only deduce it to this step and could not go any further.
Tayuan
Several flower beds and vegetable beds did not wither because it was winter, but were full of vitality.
Faning is busy in the vegetable garden.
Zhou Yang stood aside and watched the battle.
Xu Qingluo is fighting with Zhou Yu and Chu Ling.
The three of them were not divided into two gangs, but into three gangs. They fought each other and fought fiercely with the other two. Each of them was one against two, and it was very fierce.
The three of them were using palm techniques, and their bright white hands seemed to have no strength at all, as if they were playing around.
The strength of the palm is like a wave.
Zhou Yang was wearing a sapphire blue outfit for hunting, and the flowers in the surrounding flower beds were shaking violently and swaying.
When the two came closer, Zhou Yang titheed them together.
Fakongheshi signaled to him that there was no need to be polite, and he and Xu Zhijian stood aside to watch the battle.
Xu Qingluo and the others saw Fakong.
But not only did he not stop, but his movements became more agile and the fight became more intense.
It may be as fast as a rabbit rising or falling as a falcon, or it may change like an antelope hanging its horns. It perfectly combines subtlety and swiftness, making it both ruthless and beautiful.
Xu Zhijian couldn't help but nod.
It is really rare for them to be able to practice their moves to such an extent at their age. They have both amazing talent and hard work, both of which are indispensable.
"Bang!" Xu Qingluo suddenly slapped Chu Ling on the shoulder.
"Ah!" Chu Ling screamed and flew out.
"Hehe, Sister Chu, you are defeated!" Xu Qingluo said proudly, and then screamed, but Zhou Yu took the opportunity to slap her on the back.
She staggered two steps and rushed to Fakong.
Fakong shook his head at her.
Xu Qingluo turned her head and glared at Zhou Yu angrily.
Zhou Yu smiled: "You are distracted, Qingluo!"
"Humph, it's my fault." Xu Qingluo could only admit.
"Sister Zhou did a great job!" Chu Ling said with a smile, stroking her hands: "She should be treated!"
Xu Qingluo hummed at Chu Ling: "Sister Chu, you have only a handful of strength, but you were defeated by me. What a pity."
"I'm just practicing my strength. My moves aren't subtle enough. I'll be able to catch up with you in a few days."
"You said the same thing a few days ago." Xu Qingluo said with a proud smile.
She turned to look at Fakong: "Master Xu, how can you two busy people have time to come here?"
She had always wanted Xu Zhijian to help build the foundation, but Xu Zhijian was always busy and didn't face her at all, and he still hasn't been able to build the foundation until now.
Xu Zhijian said with a smile: "Qing Luo has a complaint."
When he smiles like this, his facial features seem to be squeezed together, making people worry whether his facial features will move out of place.
Especially the nose, will it be damaged by the face, mouth and eyes?
Xu Qingluo chuckled and said: "How dare I complain? How dare I do what my uncle told me to do?"
"You really did as you were told?" Xu Zhijian's smile faded and he said seriously: "Aren't you lazy?"
"I'm definitely not lazy." Xu Qingluo was confident.
Xu Zhijian said: "Okay, take it over here."
Xu Qingluo stretched out her left hand.
Xu Zhijian put his fingers on her wrist and closed his eyes.
After a while, he opened his eyes and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the heat is ready."
Xu Qingluo suddenly said excitedly: "Uncle, does that mean I can build the foundation?"
"That's it."
"Hehe, when will it start?"
"Just today." Xu Zhijian said: "But..."
"Don't worry, uncle, I will never yell randomly!" Xu Qingluo glanced provocatively at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang pouted.
"Okay!" Xu Zhijian nodded approvingly.
…
"ah!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Master, please spare my life!"
The screams were getting worse each time. Xu Qingluo stood upright like a log, screaming and screaming inhumanly, and her facial features were bunched up.
Chu Ling, Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang were overjoyed and found it interesting.
Usually, Xu Qingluo has always been very smart, extremely smart, and has the upper hand in everything. There is no time when she behaves badly.
It's so rare to see her screaming like this now.
Chu Ling was especially happy. She clapped her hands and shouted: "This one is louder than before. Come again, come again, Qingluo, let's see how loud you can scream!"
Xu Qingluo glared at Chu Ling dissatisfied: "Sister Chu, you are so cruel, ah!"
As she spoke, she screamed again and again, screaming incessantly.
Fakong shook his head, too lazy to say more.
Xu Zhijian turned a deaf ear to her begging for mercy and stood behind her solemnly, slapping her back with both hands.
His palms were surrounded by soft white light, and their palms were five inches away from Xu Qingluo's clothes, only allowing the white light to touch her body.
She felt sour, swollen, crispy and numb, all kinds of strange flavors mixed together, it was a unique and indescribable taste, and she just wanted to pass out.
Time passes slowly.
She felt that the days passed like years, but Chu Ling and the others felt that time went too fast, and an hour seemed to pass by in a short while.
Xu Zhijian retracted his palms, the dim white light also converged back into his palms, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's enough for today."
"Uncle, how long will it take?" Xu Qingluo's voice was hoarse, grainy, and magnetic.
Xu Zhijian pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "Three more times and it's almost done."
"Three times..." Xu Qingluo was still frightened.
"Senior Sister Xu, who said you would never scream!" Zhou Yang said.
Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him, smiled at Xu Zhijian and said, "Thank you, uncle!"
Xu Zhijian waved his hand.
Fakong smiled and said, "Brother Xu, thank you for your hard work. It's our turn."
"Okay." Xu Zhijian perked up.
For him now, helping others build a foundation is just a piece of cake, much easier than helping Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu build a foundation.
What he was really interested in was Fa Kong's martial arts. He knew that Fa Kong's cultivation had greatly improved after a rain praying ceremony, and he wanted to see to what extent Fa Kong's cultivation had improved.
His fists began to slowly glow with white light.
The white light became stronger and stronger, turning into two white light balls.
"Be careful, I will use all my strength!" Xu Zhijian said and punched fiercely, and his right fist turned into a stream of light.
Like a meteor streaking across the sky, it will arrive in a flash.
A sword flew out of Fa Kong's sleeve. The sword's blade was as clear as a stream of autumn water, and the tip of the sword turned into a ball of white light and met Xu Zhijian's fist.
"Ding..." In the clear sound, Xu Zhijian and Fakong took a step back at the same time.
The blade of the sword becomes clearer and clearer.
The white light in Xu Zhijian's fist also became brighter and more solid.
"Again!" Xu Zhijian shouted and punched again.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." In the dense ringing sound, Fakong's sword became faster and faster, and Xu Zhijian's fist also became faster and faster.
Later, only a clear light and a white light collided, and their swords and fists could not be seen clearly.
Chu Ling and the four people's eyes widened.
They had previously felt that although their cultivation was a bit poor, their moves were exquisite and fast enough.
After all, they have been competing together, and their moves have become more and more sophisticated and faster.
But after seeing this scene, they felt inexplicably frustrated.
The difference is not even a tiny bit.
Fakong chose to compete in the Tayuan, just to dampen their arrogance, so that they would not always feel that they were already very good and only needed to improve their level.
It takes time to accumulate a level of cultivation, so there is no need to be too anxious.
There was a vague sense of slackness among the three of them.
Fa Kong said one sentence, and Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling had ten sentences waiting for them.
So he didn't bother to say much, but still wanted to shock them with actions.
Looking at their expressions, he knew it worked.
The sword light on Fakong's sword suddenly disappeared, and the sword instantly stabbed Xu Zhijian in the shoulder.
It pierced his clothes, penetrated the protective aura, and penetrated into the white light. When he pulled it out again, the tip of the sword was already stained with blood.
"How about this sword?" Fakong shook slightly, blood flew out, and the sword body became clear again.
Xu Zhijian nodded slowly.
Under the operation of the Great Light Body, this little flesh injury can be restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, so don't worry about it.
He experienced it carefully and knew that Fakong was letting him go.
Pei Ran was unable to resist the surging power coming from the tip of the sword. It was like facing a huge wave, and he felt inexplicably insignificant.
He sighed: "You are indeed much stronger."
Fakong smiled and nodded.
His cultivation level has not become stronger, but has increased significantly. Now Xu Zhijian is far from his opponent.
If he used all his strength, Xu Zhijian might not be able to hold on to both moves, and pure strength would be able to suppress him.
Fakong said: "Did you feel the sword strike just now?"
"Very weird."
"What I used was only five to six times more successful, and I didn't grasp the essence. If it were really a swordsman from the Netherworld Sect, it would be twice as powerful."
"faster?"
"Not only is the speed faster, but the angle is more cunning, the rhythm is more mysterious, and there is no way to avoid it. More importantly, the sword intention, the sword intention will make you slow to react."
Xu Zhijian's face was solemn.
"Netherworld Sect?" Chu Ling said.
Fakong turned to look at her.
Chu Ling said: "Monk, were you talking about Netherworld Sect just now?"
Fakong nodded: "Dayun Netherworld Sect."
Chu Ling said: "I heard that my father said that the Forbidden Palace should be dedicated to the defense of the Netherworld Sect."
"Sister Chu," Xu Qingluo asked in surprise, "Are they still going to assassinate the emperor?"
Chu Ling said: "They are very courageous and lawless."
"It can't be successful, right?"
"It seems that once I touched my father's side, he was seriously injured and he ran away."
Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "Then the emperor didn't take revenge? Have you found where the Netherworld Sect is?"
She knows what Fa Kong cares about.
Of course, they are not concerned about the life and death of the emperor, but about the Netherworld Sect.
Where the Nether Sect is located is the top priority.
Chu Ling shook his head: "I can't find it. They are very mysterious, so I can only leave it alone, and I have to be careful of their revenge."
"No wonder you are so brave." Xu Qingluo said curiously: "I would like to see it."
Chu Ling snorted: "If you really see it, you will die."
Fa Kong appeared in a small pavilion in Xinghuawu.
The vast lake water is clear, bright and sparkling under the midday sun.
Sitting in the small pavilion was Dugu Xia Qing.
Dugu Xia Qing was dressed in white as snow, holding a book lazily, looking at it from time to time, her bright eyes opening and closing.
Although the surrounding scenery is pleasant.
But she was tired of living without scenery for a long time, so she didn't find it strange. It was just because it was well ventilated and refreshing, so it was the best place for reading.
She was dozing off when she suddenly became energetic and turned around to look.
Fakong put on his purple and gold cassock and was already standing opposite her.
"Look at the sword!" A clear long sword suddenly appeared in Fakong's sleeve, and it was the Netherworld Sword Technique that thrust out.