Yun Qiyou didn't want to face the people in heaven. The people in heaven he met during this period seemed to know him, but he couldn't remember any memories in heaven.
So she has been hiding in the shadow of Gu Mu, and Ye Xiaochuan came forward.
She was very confident in Ye Xiaochuan's close combat and had been watching from the sidelines. At this moment, the three heavenly monks wanted to fight with more than they had, so Yun Qiyou would not let Ye Xiaochuan fight alone.
As the sound of the piano sounded, countless space air blades whizzed towards the three heavenly generals.
The three of them had no choice but to focus on the space air blade shot by Yun Qiyou.
Today's Yun Qiyou is definitely not comparable to what she was fourteen years ago or four years ago. In terms of music and temperament, she is no less than the senior Yun Yazi who taught her the skills.
Over the past six months or so, Qingying taught her the Supreme Buddhist Heart Sutra, the Prajna Heart Sutra, and Granny Mu from Muyun Village also taught her the first volume of the most important outline of the Heavenly Book, the Witchcraft Chapter.
Although it didn't last long, these two true methods are extremely mysterious and contain the way of heaven. Yun Qiyou's aptitude is a rare talent that can only be seen in a thousand years. Through these two true methods, she understood it in a short time.
Several difficult problems that have not been understood in more than ten years have made rapid progress in cultivation and have reached the peak of spiritual tranquility.
As her understanding of the way of heaven deepened, her music, which had been stagnant for several years, also made further progress.
Although the number of space air blades released through the sound of the piano at this moment is not as many as when the Eight Forms of Divine Sword are used, the power of each space air blade is extraordinary.
A half-moon-shaped space air blade was dodged by a heavenly general. The space air blade hit a big tree dozens of feet away. That big tree required at least two people to hug it, and it was instantly blocked.
The space air blade cut it into two pieces.
From this we can see how powerful the space air blade is.
Yun Qiyou's piano music directly entangled the three heavenly generals in the realm of spiritual silence. The three heavenly generals used their magic weapons to neutralize the space air blades that were flying towards them like lightning. They were all somewhat powerless and in a hurry, with no spare energy at all.
Support Luo Shen Fu.
Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou are almost the two most outstanding cultivators of this generation. Even if they face four heavenly masters, as long as the opponent has not reached the realm of heaven and human, they will not be at a disadvantage.
Wangcai hid behind Yun Qiyou, but Fugui flew up and kept crossing his legs in the sky. It was very smart. After getting along with Wangcai for a long time, Fugui turned into a divine bird that was both smart and wretched.
It knows that these people are all enemies, so it hides in the sky, not to prevent these people from escaping, but with its big eyes looking for opportunities to make a sneak attack.
Luo Shenfu became more and more frightened as he fought. He had never been to the human world before. He did not participate in the war launched by heaven against the human world more than ten years ago. This was his first time in the human world.
In all the catastrophes, except for the evil one, the rest of the heavens have won. Therefore, the heavens have always looked down on the human world. They feel that the real masters of cultivation in the human world have all ascended to the heavens, leaving behind only insignificant people.
But the man and woman I met tonight are young, but their cultivation is unfathomable. He is definitely the most outstanding person among the young generation in the heaven, but he is young in the human world named Ye Xiaochuan.
Under the sword, he was almost unable to lift his head.
The unseen woman in the shadow of the ancient tree displayed a rhythmic technique that was obviously Emperor Ziwei's mastery of the Eight Sounds. However, among the descendants of Emperor Ziwei, probably none of them could compare to that young woman.
With just one guqin, he could force his three subordinates in the Lingji realm to make no progress.
This makes Luo Shenfu very puzzled.
Don’t they all say that all living things in the world are ants? Why are ants so powerful?
He secretly regretted why he chose to fight Ye Xiaochuan in close combat just now. He should have distanced himself immediately and relied on the powerful fire spiritual power of his fire magic weapon Tianling Divine Sword to avoid being so passive.
Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have turned into the wind, more like blending into the wind, making it impossible to catch him.
With the naked eye, he saw more than a dozen Ye Xiaochuan attacking Luo Shenfu from all directions. Luo Shenfu knew that this was simply a phantom or a clone, but an afterimage left behind by Ye Xiaochuan's speed.
At this time, his eyes could not keep up with the speed of Ye Xiaochuan's sword skills, so Luo Shenfu had already closed his eyes. He could only barely parry by relying on his spiritual consciousness to firmly lock onto Ye Xiaochuan's movement trajectory.
What surprised Luo Shenfu even more was that not only was Ye Xiaochuan's movement and sword skills extremely fast, but the power of each sword was also powerful enough to penetrate cracked gold and stone.
At first, he thought Wei Yiping's death was due to his carelessness and underestimation of the enemy.
Now he understood that Wei Yiping's death was not unjust. He could not withstand Ye Xiaochuan's powerful offensive in close combat. Wei Yiping's cultivation level was far inferior to his own. Even in a head-on confrontation, he could not be Ye Xiaochuan's opponent.
"How could someone comprehend the second level of swordsmanship at such a young age!"
This is Luo Shenfu's true thoughts at this moment.
In fact, Ye Xiaochuan was also very surprised. He activated four moves and five cuts in a row, again in close combat. As a result, every time at the critical moment, his sword moves were neutralized or avoided by the opponent.
The Four Styles and Five Cuts are Ye Xiaochuan's most powerful sword techniques in close combat. They are more powerful than the Killing God Yin and the Anti-Liang Yi Sword Formation, but they still failed to kill the opponent, which made Ye Xiaochuan very depressed.
He knew in his heart that his cultivation was still insufficient. If he had reached the realm of heaven and man like Wan Yan Wu Lei, or if he had understood the third level of swordsmanship like Senior Yun Yazi, he would have killed this man called Luo Shen Fu long ago.
A master in heaven.
At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan was frantically attacking Luo Shen Fu, while swearing in his heart that he would never be lazy in the future and would have to practice hard. The Three Realms are so big, and there are countless masters who are better than him.
Fugui hid in the air for a long time, and finally found an opportunity. Seeing a heavenly monk being forced back by Yun Qiyou's space energy blade, Fugui decisively took action, like a transparent white sword, from
Swooping down in mid-air.
It has not transformed, its body is not big, and the heavenly general did not pay attention to the existence of wealth at all.
Fugui rushed closer, his body suddenly expanded, and he flapped his huge wings, blowing a fierce wind. The wind was extremely cold and filled with a deep chill.
It was too late when the unlucky general felt something bad. He was instantly enveloped by the cold air, and then was frozen.
This kind of freezing is good for dealing with wealth, but it is nothing to deal with masters of spiritual tranquility.
The heavenly general's whole body was activated by true magic, instantly shattering the thick black ice on his body.
At this moment, a companion shouted from the side: "Be careful!"
Fugui also knew that he couldn't kill them, so he immediately flew away leisurely after he succeeded. However, although the general had only one or two seconds to break free from being frozen, in a duel between masters, life and death were all on the line.
One or two breaths can be fatal.
Densely packed space air blades flew towards him. Before the angel could swing his magic weapon, he was instantly hit by seven or eight space air blades. Seven or eight deep wounds visible to the bone immediately appeared on his body.