While being forged with real fire, the flying sword roared out.
Tang Yan was a little surprised at this moment, because he didn't burn anything!
There is something weird about the flying sword!
He made a judgment immediately, let’s just say, how could a sword cultivator who had defeated at least two Wu Sect Golden Cores have this ability?
He was not disappointed. Killing without difficulty could not achieve the purpose of training himself. He was looking forward to this being an evenly matched battle.
Before the flying sword strikes down, it is purposeful to clear the Dharma Body again; because the Dharma Body can most accurately detect the secrets of the opponent's flying sword, while the Mustard Seed Gold Body, as a force body, cannot.
The flying sword traveled freely through his body, and the completely different power from before made him feel a little threatened.
unprecedented.
That hint of sword intent made his body extremely uncomfortable. If he just allowed the flying sword to pierce it at will, his completely passive state would sooner or later exhaust his mana to support his body.
The word "qian" in the tactic requires the force of the sword.
This is the secret that Hou Zi discovered through continuous practice. As shown in the thirteen black jade slips, each line of the poem is actually a kind of sword force. For example, if you don't see the ancients before and don't see the ones who come after you, it is the force of self-centeredness.
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The sword power that needs to be cultivated through constant victory is also the only one among the three sets of body swordsmanship that he has mastered.
Because ordinary flying swords have no effect, they can only use the "Qian" tactic with a slight sword power to test it, and it is indeed effective; but because Tang Yan's Dharma body and Taoism are superb, and his Sole Sword Power is far from perfect, so it cannot
Once the drum is broken, you can only cut it slowly. Cutting the flesh with a dull knife will not kill you for a while, but it is still very painful.
Tang Yan sensed the danger and knew that he could no longer rely on the Dharma Body, so he took a chance and closed the Dharma Body. The white kite made a clear cry in the sky, and under the tug, the man was already swaying out of the sky.
At the same time, he flipped his hand and threw out a small clock, which hung above his head. It was an antique-looking, dark wood, and it was unknown what its purpose was.
Although my body was destroyed by Yuqing's method, I also found out the reality of Feijian. Jianxiu combines body and sword into one, which is a very different kind of swordsmanship. Therefore, there is no need to bother to find Jianxiu's true body. He is flying.
In the sword spirit space of the sword.
The God-Suppressing Bell was sacrificed here only, and Feijian was already following him, not giving him much time to breathe at all;
Tang Yan's eyes flashed, and his body shrank instantly. This time he wanted to use mustard seeds to hide his golden body against the flying sword. Both parties did not hesitate, and they were confident in their skills. The flying sword accurately hit the three-inch villain, and issued a warning to him
The huge sound that was completely inconsistent with the body echoed endlessly.
At the impact point, the God-Suppressing Bell grew in the wind, trapping Tang Yan and Feijian in it. The next moment, the inscription on the belly of the bell flashed, and a small figure emerged, it was Tang Yan.
His mustard-seed gold body has an inscription that coincides with the God-Suppressing Bell, and he can enter and exit freely. The remaining echo inside the bell is that of flying swords clashing left and right, with endless echoes.
This is the method he thought of to temporarily trap the flying sword. Whether it can be trapped is hard to say. It depends on how long the flying sword can maintain its power in this state of human-sword integration.
What disappointed him was that as soon as he left, he already felt something was wrong with the God-Suppressing Bell. As soon as he escaped, the God-Suppressing Bell had been broken into several pieces, and a sword light burst out. There was no sense of exhaustion at all, as if
You can keep attacking like this.
"Interesting! This swordsmanship is not in line with the tradition of Yanmen. Is it a completely new swordsmanship?"
Tang Yan joked that he was not depressed about losing the God-Calming Bell. He still had many magical weapons like this, but they were just here to test the power of the Sword Cultivating Flying Sword, and they were not originally intended to have any effect.
He stood some distance away and saw that Feijian did not chase after him. Instead, he appeared in the form of Sword Cultivator at the place where the God-Calming Bell collapsed. The two faced each other from a distance, each of them wary.
After dozens of breaths of back and forth, it was almost a draw, and no one could do anything to the other, but they had roughly understood each other's background, and both of them realized that they had met their match.
Tang Yan's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he was pleased with the decision he had made this time; he had stayed at this level of strength for many years, and it had nothing to do with his realm, but he could clearly feel that he was already at a bottleneck, how could he continue to do so?
Improving yourself without crossing the realm is a very troublesome problem.
In a circle like his, there is competition among them. Obtaining Yuwai Lingqing is not a smooth process. It is full of dangers. And he does not have much advantage in the true biography of the twelve constellations. Among the twelve people, there are some who are almost the same as him.
Yes, there are people who are stronger than him. After careful consideration, he can't find a few who are definitely weaker than him, which makes him full of a sense of crisis.
His problem was that he was older and faced the dilemma of making an upward breakthrough, but he did not want to form a golden elixir before obtaining the Yuwai Lingqing, so he used a secret method to delay his upward progress, but trouble ensued.
The process of becoming a master has indeed been delayed, but his strength growth seems to have stalled, which makes him somewhat unacceptable.
A monk's advancement is a natural process, and it is not good to encourage it, nor is it necessarily better to suppress it deliberately. These are all human interferences that violate the normal rules of practice.
To put it simply, he should not be one of this batch of Lingqing competitors, but should belong to the previous batch of Li Chuping. Things are unpredictable and a combination of circumstances makes him feel very uncomfortable now.
There are many in the True Biography of the Twelve Constellations, and they all push their own realm very hard.
Just like corseting the chest or binding the feet, the taste is not enough for outsiders to understand.
He didn't want to waste his time like this, so the only way he could think of to break through the shackles was to give himself a stimulus through a life-and-death battle; other true disciples of the zodiac would not give him this opportunity for no reason, so he volunteered a little recklessly this time.
He was lucky, and his opponent was much stronger than he imagined. This was actually a good thing for him. A victory without thrills was not what he wanted. He needed stimulation, the stimulation closest to death, and now this swordsman showed that
If he has enough potential, he must rack his brains to find a solution to the problem, but he may not be able to?
He began to search for the methods he could still use now, and unexpectedly found that because of his previous deliberate showing off to gain momentum, he didn't have many choices?
Such a predicament makes him a little bit dumbfounded, but it will also bring out all his potential.
The sword cultivator must force his true form out, otherwise he won't be able to do much against the flying sword. It's too sharp, and there's obviously no need to return strength. The sword cultivator can always maintain this state of human-sword unity.
With a plan in mind, he nodded and said with a smile: "I know what you are thinking, do you want to step on me and get the upper hand? I'm afraid you won't have such a chance!"
