Although Liu Qinghuan wanted this colorful sword very much, the sword seemed extremely difficult to mess with. He had to withstand the attack first before he could talk about anything else.
The moment the colorful sword appeared, Liu Qinghuan's God-Disturbing Technique had already entangled it. The sword only shook slightly, and it broke free from the control of the God-Disturbing Technique in an instant.
"It seems that we can only try this trick." Liu Qinghuan continued to use the spirit-disturbing technique to interfere with the colorful sword, and all his spiritual consciousness was dispersed.
Although Liu Qinghuan's spiritual consciousness has always been much stronger than that of monks of the same level, and even stronger than some monks of a higher level whose spiritual consciousness has not been cultivated, it is still not as good as his distraction.
When he was in the Qi training stage, he was already able to release several vine spells at once, and he was also very comfortable in controlling a set of magic weapons. It can be said that his power of distraction is basically innate.
"Nine Heavens Distraction Technique", the first two levels of this technique only have the effect of strengthening the spiritual consciousness, making the divine consciousness thicker and tougher, increasing the detectable distance, and at the same time preparing for the third level of distraction practice.
This is a technique created based on the spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks, because it is very difficult to practice distraction, and a little carelessness will cause great damage to the spiritual consciousness. The old man of Liangyi Palace and his master Ming Yangzi have warned him
This technique is extremely dangerous.
However, Liu Qinghuan was born with strong distractions, so this technique was not that dangerous for him. After practicing the "Nine Heavens Distraction Technique", his consciousness was further condensed and stabilized, which also made his distractions more tenacious.
The wind suddenly rose in the sea of consciousness.
The originally slowly undulating gray fog quickly rolled up and condensed into a long gray rope.
The seven-colored sword swayed under the power of disturbing the gods. Although its speed slowed down, it was not greatly affected. It pulled out a gorgeous seven-colored light band with majestic momentum and struck Liu Qinghuan's head in an instant.
Three feet above the head.
The long gray rope was thrown across the air, wrapped around the colorful sword several times, and pulled back with all its strength.
The colorful sword trembled all over, as if it heard a "bang" sound, and the straightened gray rope collapsed into several pieces in the blink of an eye.
The sword light pressed down another foot!
The next moment, eight or nine gray ropes were thrown from all over the sea of consciousness and wrapped around the sword body.
The Seven-Colored Sword finally had a clear meal, but that was all.
"Boom boom boom", the gray ropes broke one after another.
But more ropes came one after another, one after another, one after another, without interruption. Countless gray ropes composed of spiritual consciousness, under the control of Liu Qinghuan, wrapped tightly around the sword body, letting
Its dazzling seven-color brilliance is covered with a thick layer of gray fog.
The cyan light ball kept shaking in place, showing a very strenuous appearance. Above the head, the menacing colorful sword was getting closer and closer, five feet, three feet, two feet... The cold sword energy was pierced through the air.
The stabbing was like a bone scraping blade, causing tremendous pain all over Liu Qinghuan's body.
"Ah!" Liu Qinghuan looked up to the sky and "shouted", which actually manifested itself as a cyan ball of light turning over with no visible head or face.
Although the cyan ball of light did not show any awe-inspiring aura of Liu Qinghuan himself, the entire sea of consciousness immediately blew up with a hurricane, and the gray mist surged like waves. Several gray ropes that were as solid as real substance whizzed out.
The colorful sword swam up the blade like a snake, and then pulled violently to both sides!
Liu Qinghuan used his distraction to the limit for the first time!
Gray ropes stretched out from the sea of clouds, tightly stretched and straight, and the other ends were wrapped around the colorful sword.
However, under the restraint and pull of many ropes, the colorful sword did not stop pressing down, approaching his head inch by inch. Liu Qinghuan stared at the tip of the sword helplessly, instinctively "holding his breath", only feeling that before his eyes
There was a brilliant ray of light, and the vast power of the sword made his body dwarfed a bit.
Finally, the sword became slower and slower, finally hovering three inches above the head of the cyan ball of light!
"Huhuhu!" Liu Qinghuan gasped loudly, rolling to the side and drifting far away before stopping.
But he had no time to rest. Although the colorful sword was bound, it was still shaking and struggling, and from time to time, a gray rope would break again.
Liu Qinghuan mended the broken gray ropes one by one, but suddenly fell into a dilemma.
The sword was tied up by him, but his angry sword intention couldn't hurt it at all. His control of his spiritual consciousness had reached its limit, and he couldn't even turn his angry sword intention into a small black sword.
After resting for a long time, Liu Qinghuan finally took a breath and floated back to the colorful sword.
This sword is so beautiful! The outside is wrapped in a layer of mist like colorful glass that flows with brilliance, but the sword inside is as transparent as ice crystals.
He stared at the sword in confusion, but did not forget to let the sword of life and death continue to attack. The small gray sword "dang-dang-dang" hit his sword, and even after a lot of effort, he did not see any damage on the sword.
Huh? The cyan ball of light suddenly approached the Sword Intent of Life and Death, turned twice in confusion, and then Sword Intent of Life and Death swiped at the seven-colored sword!
I saw a piece of that layer of colorful light mist disappearing one after another, as if it had been taken a bite.
Liu Qinghuan was overjoyed, it seemed that the unexpected gray energy of the Sword of Life and Death could deal with this fog.
His heart moved, and all the gray energy floated out from the small gray sword. It looked like only a thin layer, but it took Liu Qinghuan many years to raise it. But at this time, he didn't care about being stingy, and let it all out to deal with it.
Colorful light mist.
There was a violent rush of gray air, and soon the light mist became as pitted as if it had been gnawed by a dog.
What shocked Liu Qinghuan was that the gray energy was not consumed. Instead, every time a layer of light mist was eaten away, a little more appeared.
The ice crystal sword wrapped in the innermost part was now trembling in fear, and its original might was gone.
After a short while, the colorful light mist was eaten up, and the gray gas became obviously twice as thick.
"Hahaha!" The blue ball of light jumped several times with joy.
The remaining ice crystal sword body was no longer protected and shattered into pieces under the slashing blows of the sword of life and death, and finally turned into a ball of white mist and dispersed.
Liu Qinghuan understood at this time that it was no wonder that he had the idea of wanting the colorful sword very much. I am afraid that the sword of life and death that was connected to his soul knew that this sword was useful to him and was constantly sending him messages of desire.
Liu Qinghuan was satisfied with letting all the ropes that condensed his consciousness disperse, but his vision suddenly blurred, and then a severe headache hit him. Liu Qinghuan screamed and rolled to the ground with a "thud" sound.
With the cold, solid floor beneath him, he finally retreated from the sea of consciousness and returned to his own body.
"Jie Jie Jie." A burst of weird laughter suddenly sounded: "Yes, you can persist for so long with your cultivation. What's even more rare is your spiritual consciousness. It's rare, it's really rare, to be born with such a strong point.
God! Well...it barely meets the requirements."
Liu Qinghuan was shocked. He forced his head that seemed to be split open to look at the place where the sound came from.