Chapter 174: Levels of Transformation [Please give me flowers for the third update!]
The man in Tsing Yi clasped his hands behind his back and looked calm. Compared with Mo Shangsang, who was facing a formidable enemy, he looked extremely calm.
Lei Xiaojun, nicknamed Yijian Chunqiu, is a master of swordsmanship in the capital. In the era of hot weapons, his sword can cut off flying mosquitoes, even fast enough to cut off time.
It is purely an illusion, but it shows the terror of Lei Xiaoyun. Not only is he powerful, but the Lei family behind him is the most powerful family since the founding of the People's Republic of China. It has a decisive position in the capital. In the political circles and the army, it has great appeal.
It's hard to estimate. The previous generation of Vice Chairman of the Military Commission came from the Lei family. At the same time, the Vice Premier of the State Council and the country's large state-owned group had the shadow of the Lei family behind them.
The Lei family is so powerful that ancient sects such as the Dao Jiuxiang Sect have to give way to three points of courtesy. This is because it is a government society and does not belong to the sect. Therefore, if you want to continue to develop, you must learn to compromise. In recent years, the military has become more and more
Strong, and the balance in the sect is constantly tilted. The weapons developed in the army have a strong deterrent effect against the strength of the sect.
The government is not involved in this fight for the Blood Spirit Stone, but it is difficult for the country to cultivate peerless masters. This involves internal skills and mental techniques, which cannot be learned by imitation.
Compared with the Lei family, Jiuxianmen is like a hesitant fox to a tiger. The fox may pretend to be a tiger, but it is inevitable to feel guilty when faced with the truth. The national government relies on the joint operation of a large number of families, and the entire country is centered on a few families, radiating
Kailai is jointly managed by dozens of families.
You just finish singing and I will come on stage! After one term of standing committee members, their own families will choose them. And the Lei family is one of them, and its power is immeasurable.
"Yijian Chunqiu, do you want to provoke a war between the sect forces and the family forces?" Mo Shangsang said in a deep voice.
Lei Xiaoyun said coldly: "You have been imitating me to kill people, but you need to give me an explanation!"
Mo Shangsang's tone paused, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "Why do you say that? You are the only one allowed to use swords in the world. Not all masters of the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Swords!"
Lei Feng smiled calmly and didn't say much. The young man said angrily: "Good thief, if you stole my young master's Dragon Beard Sword and used it to kill people and leave sword marks, isn't it a frame-up?"
Mo Shangsang sneered and said: "This sword is called Taixu Sword. It was obtained from a small auction in the capital. It is smelted with iron in the sea six thousand meters deep. It blows the hair off and breaks the hair. It is extremely sharp. The sword is six feet seven inches long and weighs 13.9 kilograms.
, is it something from the Lei family?"
The young man was furious after hearing this and said, "You tampered with my young master's long sword and you still have such excuses. It's really shameful!"
The young man was still waiting to speak, but Lei Xiaoyun stopped him and said: "The sword is something external to the body. If there is no sword in the heart, even holding a peerless sword is useless."
Mo Shangsang snorted coldly: "Arrogant!"
"The Thirteen Cold-Blooded Swords, I have wanted to challenge for a long time, and today is just an opportunity!" Mo Shangsang pulled out the long sword. The sword had dragon patterns on it, and it shone with a faint light. A leaf fell and touched the blade.
On the top, it immediately split into two halves, showing how sharp it is.
The long sword dragged the ground and crossed the stone bench. The stone bench immediately broke into two parts. Mo Shangsang held the long sword and became more confident. It seemed that his previous fear was not easily dismissed.
After adjusting his condition and rising to the peak, with the Taixu Sword flashing a strong cold light, Mo Shangsang jumped up without saying a word of greeting, intending to strike first.
One had a sword and the other didn't. They were trying to judge each other, but the young man didn't curse. Instead, he sneered and backed away, letting the two of them fight.
Lei Xiaojun's eyes were cold and he ignored the cold light of the Taixu Sword. Although he could crack stones and penetrate gold, he had no fear on his face and said calmly: "Only I can hold my sword!"
The long sword pierces, the bright moon covers it, the dark wind blows, and the Taixu sword is like a dragon. It is undeniable that Mo Shangsang's strength is very powerful, reaching the state of the late stage of Huajin.
Generally, Hua Jin is divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage, and perfection. Most of them are lucky enough to enter Hua Jin, understand their own essence, energy, and spirit, and achieve the unity of essence and energy. It can be regarded as condensing a stream of energy in the body, which is generally called Jin Qi.
Qi is a mysterious and mysterious qi that circulates in the meridians through communication with the heaven and earth and the exercise of the body. It is centered on the Dantian. When it is strong, it can break metal. The state of Huajin is to be able to use the qi skillfully.
When attacking an opponent, the biggest difference between it and An Jin is that An Jin can only just condense the energy, hide it dormant on the surface, and attack the opponent through physical contact. It is so powerful that it can shatter the inner palace, but even if the Hua Jin does not touch the opponent's body
, you can still attack with strength.
There are only a handful of people in Xijing who have reached the late stage of Huajin. Mo Shangsang has reason to be arrogant. Even in the capital, he is considered a powerful master. Especially the sword with blown hair and broken hair in his hand gives him endless confidence. There is no weapon on the other side.
Opponent, Mo Shangsang has murderous intent surging in his heart. If he takes the opportunity to defeat one of the Cold-blooded Thirteen Swords, Spring and Autumn, he will take his place and become a sword master of the younger generation.
The long sword was in the sky, and the bright moon could not hide its light. At the moment when the bright moon emerged from the clouds, the sword was already in front of us, and its energy was suffocating, like a big wave in the Yangtze River, which is difficult to calm.
Boom!
The sound of crazy waves seemed to be ringing in his ears, and the sword energy was like a dragon, piercing the sea and rushing into the void, revealing its sharp teeth, and was about to tear apart everything that stood in its way.
Transform into a dragon!
The name of this sword is Dragon Transformation. Although it is a bit vulgar, it vividly expresses the domineering power of this move. Using the courage and strength of the dragon to transform into a dragon, you can break through the worldly obstacles, kill your opponent, and achieve your own success.
Before the sword arrived, the sword energy had already arrived, and the coldness was overwhelming. Seeing that his opponent did not resist, Mo Shangsang showed a ferocious smile, but just when he thought the opponent was going to die, Lei Xiaoyun suddenly stretched out two fingers.
A clear finger!
If the opponent is a dragon, then he is a real dragon. His two fingers are like two real dragons, biting the dragon's throat. A scream seems to be heard in his ears.
The dragon died and the sword energy was lost. He clamped the long sword firmly with two fingers. Lei Xiaoyun said lightly: "If you are impetuous with the sword, your breath is unstable, and you are very competitive, you will never be able to step into a higher realm!"
"A higher realm?" Mo Shangsang's face turned green and red. He shook the Taixu Sword, and the sword chirped with cicadas. However, under the attack of Lingxi's finger, it was difficult to touch him at all. Only then did his face turn serious.
His pale face was tinged with a faint red color.
"Yin and yang are unstable, yin rises and yang wanes. The reason why you look pale is because you have too much skill. Cultivation requires peace of mind. Your master Bingfeng is a peerless master. There is no way he won't tell you!"
For example, when the elders were teaching the younger ones, Lei Xiaojun talked in a casual manner, but his manner made him extremely unhappy. It was this tone and manner that made it unbearable for him, who was arrogant and arrogant.
Why should he succumb to others? He is stronger than anyone else. He must first trample the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Swords under his feet.
Buzz!
The energy surged out violently, the sword body trembled suddenly and roared. The battle between the dragon and the trapped beast was extremely terrifying. With a clang, the Taixu Sword broke free and slashed towards the opponent's neck.
Tsk!
Qing Yi's clothes fell to the ground and were cut off by the Taixu Sword's sword energy. Lei Xiaoyun landed lightly three meters away.
Mo Shangsang's eyes were filled with excitement. It was an unimaginable pleasure to be able to hurt the opponent. He actually hurt the Thirteen Cold-blooded Swordsmen. The Thirteen Cold-blooded Swordsmen, who have a powerful reputation, are the ones that many sect disciples in the capital dream of surpassing. They are very powerful.
They have to be screened every year, but all thirteen of them are as stable as a rock.
Lei Xiaoyun ranks at the end of the Thirteen Swords, but he still represents the peak cultivation level of the young man who uses the sword, and he actually hurt him. Mo Shangsang was more confident, but when he saw Lei Xiaoyun looking at him indifferently
, his face changed slightly.
"Are you satisfied?"
Lei Xiaojun was disdainful and shook his head: "You disappoint me so much. Are you the only one in Jiuxianmen? Bingxue is here, you and her are too far apart."
He almost couldn't suppress his anger. The opponent's two or three words were clearly meant to stimulate him, but he was still fooled. Mo Shangsang said coldly: "The Thirteen Cold-Blooded Swords are nothing more than that!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a chill came from behind, and Lei Xiaoyun had already disappeared from the spot. He didn't know when he appeared next to him, but he couldn't see his movements clearly.
"I said, you are too weak. This sword, the Dragon Beard Sword, was something I lost in a bet with someone. Now it is back to its original owner!"
Lei Xiaoyun made a lightning flash, grabbed the sword, and the energy flowed through his body, like an electric current flowing on the surface, erupting a powerful magnetic field.
Mo Shangsang wanted to take back the initiative, but his face suddenly changed. His body was invaded by strong energy. He let go of his long sword and stepped back more than ten steps to avoid the effective attack range. He looked at his opponent in confusion.
Lei Xiaoyun gently stroked the blade of the sword and said: "No one in the world can control this sword except me. I let him go for half a year and finally came home."
"One Sword of Spring and Autumn!"
Lei Xiaojun muttered softly, causing Mo Shangsang's expression to change dramatically, and he turned around and left, but after eating, the long sword was already dancing, and time seemed to have stopped flowing and stood still at this moment.
This is purely an intuition, because the speed of the sword is so fast that there is no trace at all. The sword technique combined with the pace has achieved the reputation of Yi Jian Chun Qiu.
This sword cut off the flowing clouds in the space. Mo Shangsang walked more than ten meters and could not escape the attack range. He regretted it when he turned around.
Spring and Autumn are like years and years. They pass by too fast and there is no time to prepare and think about them. In fact, facing the years, you have to bear them.
A stream of blood shot out, and Mo Shangsang escaped at the critical moment by relying on a body armor vest on his body, but he was still injured.
There was no formal competition, but Mo Shangsang lost, and he lost completely. There was no suspense at all. He ran away and would never have the courage to face Lei Xiaoyun again.
A sword of spring and autumn, the speed is so fast that time dances, time is like an arrow, it is difficult to pursue.
Only a pool of blood was left on the scene, as well as broken clothes fluttering in the wind. The young man said: "Master, he is gone, why not kill him?"
Lei Xiaoyun shook his head and said: "It's not worth killing me!"
The young man said: "Then there is no one in Xijing City who is worthy of being killed by the young master. The eldest disciple of Jiuxiang Sect is a master."
Lei Xiaojun smiled and said: "There are people, Bingxue from Jiuxiangmen, who are very good opponents."
"Bingxue is very beautiful, will the young master like it?" The young man asked curiously, "The master said that if you can fall in love, the two families will become an alliance."
Lei Xiaoyun shook his head and said: "I still have a mission, and I am very curious about a person."
"Who?" The young man is also curious. The person who can make Lei Xiaoyun feel curious is definitely not an ordinary person. Even Bingxue, the eldest lady of Jiuxianmen in Xijing City, is talented, smart and powerful, and Lei Xiaoyun is not.
Being too curious and being able to make Lei Xiaoyun curious makes him a master anywhere.
"This person is in Xijing City. In addition to seizing the blood crystal, I also want to find him." Lei Xiaoyun said calmly, "This person's name is Lei Feng. I want to get to know him."
