Zhuang Wudao stood floating in the air, moving and flashing above the rugged mountains.
‘Thousand Miles Magnetic Kill, the effect after it was completed was beyond his imagination. The increase in escape speed was not three times as he expected, but five times.
And the control of light and heavy force within a thousand feet range is not sixty times, but plus or minus eighty times.
He can press any monk in the middle stage of the Qi Training Realm to the ground, unable to move. He can also repulse the monk with his energy and bounce him up to a height of 500 feet in the sky.
And the escape speed that is five times higher than the normal magnetic escape means that Zhuang Wudao can be infinitely close to the golden elixir cultivator when he escapes with all his strength within a thousand feet.
During these sixty breaths, it would not be an exaggeration to say that his body was like a ghost and his body was like a swift shadow.
However, there are also disadvantages to escaping too fast. Zhuang Wudao and Ben were unable to adapt. They obviously wanted to stop, but under the influence of inertia, they continued to slide forward. Obviously they wanted to turn in front, but found that they could not make a turn at all.
It is impossible to control the body's magnetism.
This is the case on flat land, not to mention those places with complex terrain. Like hills and forests, Zhuang Wudao probably would have killed himself if he bumped into it without anyone else doing it.
Fortunately, there is still Yuner——
At this time, we are not in reality, but in the dream created by Yun'er. His Thousand Miles Magnetic Kill style can be used without any restrictions.
Combined with the scene when I used this technique of 'Thousand-mile Magnetic Kill' on Half Moon Lake, I simulated a roughly similar effect in my dream.
Not only the mountain peaks and hills, the underground clouds and the sky, the grassy secret forests, and even the extremely cold lava fields are all simulated for Zhuang Wudao to practice.
The main reason is that the consciousness can adapt to the five times the magnetic escape speed. In reality, we need to find another way.
Every day, he only has sixty breaths of time to practice the ultimate escape method of 'thousand-mile magnetic killing'.
Yun'er stood in the distance, watching quietly. It wasn't until Zhuang Wudao was gradually able to move freely among the undulating mountains, without any hindrance, that he said calmly: "Sword Master, are you ready?"
Zhuang Wudao's figure immediately stopped leisurely and stood thousands of feet away from Yun'er. With a flick of his hand, there was a bright long sword, which was exactly the style of the Qingyun Sword.
"Be careful"
Seeing that Yun'er's expression was still calm and unchanged, Zhuang Wudao didn't care.
In his memory, Yun'er had always been like this. No matter what tricks he used in front of her, he could not move her.
To connect the meridians and open the orifices, the first thing is to start with the Thousand Miles of Magnetic Killing, and the second is to use the 'Big Broken Cloud'.
The Big Monument Slammer's Shattering Clouds pose is an extremely powerful move. In terms of palm strength alone, it is better than the Monument Slammer pose and Cunjin pose, but it requires three breaths of energy.
The monument-breaking pose can produce eight times the palm force, while the cloud-shattering pose can produce ten times the force.
After transforming into mystical magical power, the 'Big Broken Cloud' shortened the charging time to one breath, and increased the palm power to fourteen times.
In addition, there is another benefit in the dream. With Zhuang Wudao's physical body, he would never dare to go all out in reality. At most, he would only reach the limit with twelve times the strength.
However, in this dream space transformed by clouds, Zhuang Wudao no longer had to worry, he would be unable to bear it.
And with the infusion of true essence, the Qingyun Sword also emitted a bright luster. He could not achieve the goal of beating a cow across the mountain, nor could he release his true essence like the golden elixir monks did.
Zhuang Wudao could only use the sword in his hand to fully exert the fourteen times power of 'Big Broken Cloud'.
"Secret Technique, God-killing"
When the sword light suddenly appeared, it shuttled forward like a silver thread. The dazzling sword brilliance was still dazzling, and the sword energy was overflowing. It almost completely covered the figure of Zhuang Wudao behind him.
Yun'er's figure also retreated rapidly at this moment. But after a moment, she gave up this idea.
Under the heavy pressure of the magnetic element, her retreating speed was also slowed to an extreme. It was simply out of proportion to the sword light that was thrust straight at her.
Yu Jian stood still on the spot, raised the long sword in his right hand, and drew irregular circles in front of him, one after another, either square or circular. With such an understatement, he seemed to have drawn the opposite Zhuang Wudao into the air.
The sword momentum was gradually brought under control.
The invisible power of the sword is like an invisible thread, entangled and trapped.
However, the silver sword light is also constantly fluttering, rising or falling, left or right, erratic, drawing a snake-like trajectory. With just a few changes, the clouds are drawn from
He struggled out of the sword circle.
Then he accelerated violently and swung his sword through Yun'er's eyebrows.
Zhuang Wudao's sword force reached hundreds of feet away before he reluctantly stopped the thrust. Yun'er's figure behind him gathered into shape again after the smoke dissipated.
Looking at the sword in his hand, Zhuang Wudao had a strange look on his face. This was the first time he defeated the sword spirit in a dream.
In the past, when Yun'er fed him moves, no matter how he changed his moves, no matter how painstakingly he laid out his plans, he could not get close to Yun'er.
However, today, he was able to scatter Yun'er's figure with just one sword strike.
His eyes were blank and distracted. It was not until a moment later that Zhuang Wudao recovered. Then he turned around strangely and faced Luo Qingyun again: "Yun'er, why is this? Why don't you go all out?"
He did not believe that Luo Qingyun's martial arts attainments and knowledge could not stop him from doing this. Taking a step back, this was a dream world created by Yun'er, and everything was dominated by Yun'er.
"The sword master's current opponents are at best monks at the peak of their Qi training. If I use the power of the foundation-building elixir to fight against the sword master, what's the point?"
Yun'er shook his head and said: "The only way to withstand the sword master's sword with the same level of cultivation is mystical and magical powers. But Yun'er really can't think of any kind of mystical and magical powers that can defeat the sword master's sword.
This shikigami, confrontation."
Zhuang Wudao's expression became even weirder: "How could it not be possible? For example, the Qing Emperor's immortality, such as the immortal fire body, there is no need to avoid the thrust of my sword. Furthermore, I felt that my sword just now was just a blow.
An unparalleled level of quality."
"It is the body of the sword master's fighting soul at the peak level of the second level. When the Yuanshen realm awakens in the future, this god-killing style can be used to promote it to the first level."
Yun'er first corrected him, then looked at the sword in Zhuang Wudao's hand with complicated eyes.
"Sword Master, you may not have felt it just now. In fact, the moment you drew your sword, you had already merged Ting Wuji, Shattering Mountains and Rivers, and the sword intention of Great Compassion into one. Qing Emperor's immortality and immortal fire body, although he can survive ten breaths
The internal immortality refers to the physical body. No matter who takes your sword, the soul will be shattered.
scattered and died. Looking at the past five calamities, in my memory, there is indeed no unparalleled mystical art that can withstand this style. Unless it is a first-level mystical art, but this is a paradox. Before the golden elixir realm, no
There may be any monks who have developed supernatural powers above the first level. Sword Master, you are indeed a body born with a fighting spirit."
Zhuang Wudao's matter was this style of connecting pulse mysticism, so he named it this style because he had high expectations for the power of the sword.
However, the final result is that this style really has the power to kill gods.
"Is that so?"
Zhuang Wudao didn't know whether he should be surprised or happy. Maybe it was because he was too surprised that he didn't know how to express it.
"That's it," Yun'er said in a calm tone: "If I want to resist this sword, I either need to be stronger than the sword master, or I need to use a mysterious magical power that should not appear in this realm. What's the point?
"
Zhuang Wudao subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. Even though he knew it was in a dream, he still wanted to grab something. At this time, every word Yun'er said made him feel unrealistic and illusory.
"There is no weakness. What do you think?"
"There are shortcomings. The sword style is not concealed enough when performed, nor is it sudden enough. It will make the opponent aware of it in advance and cannot take it by surprise."
Yun'er fell into deep thought: "But this cannot be regarded as a weakness. This sword does not need to be hidden in the dark, nor does it need to be taken by surprise. In the God-killing style, the speed of the sword is unparalleled in the world. In a head-on confrontation, it can kill any cultivator.
Killed by the sword. Even if you notice and prepare in advance, you will not be able to resist."
Zhuang Wudao smiled bitterly. It was indeed not concealed enough. Just the 'Big Broken Cloud' required a full breath of time to accumulate strength.
And the power of Yuan Magnetic spreads out and covers thousands of feet. Even people who don't cultivate spiritual consciousness can feel that the situation is abnormal.
"So the only weakness is the sword master's physical body. You only need to kill the sword master when he casts this sword. Or after the sword is released, use a rare magic weapon to intercept the sword master's body midway to break this
sword."
Zhuang Wudao knew clearly in his heart that before the sword came out, he himself could not move for a breath, which was indeed a weakness.
And if a sword intercepts you in the middle, the target is not your own sword, but your own body. Then under high-speed impact, your opponent does not even need to exert force, and you will be injured if you hit yourself.
When performing the God-killing style, the sword moves straight forward, and it is impossible for him to move and dodge completely freely.
However, there are ways to improve it. One is to continue to temper the physical body and strengthen the magnetic element hegemony. The other is to cultivate the art of beating cattle across mountains, or to achieve the release of golden elixir true essence, so that there is no need to use the body to control the sword and avoid this problem.
This risk is the simplest of the three. Incorporate the Bull Demon Tyrant Body into this sword-killing god.
"However, with the martial arts knowledge of Qi-training monks, there are very few people who can crack this sword. Even Yun'er, if he doesn't know the truth about the sword master's sword, he can't react in advance. So before the sword master makes up for it,
Until this sword is flawless, no one who has ever seen this type of swordsmanship can survive."
After saying this, Yun'er concluded: "In short, the sword master's God-killing style has endless potential. If I were you, I would try my best to collect rare objects such as the Canghai Tongmai Stone. Maybe it is really possible to complete a miracle. In the Golden Pill
Before, I cultivated a first-level magical power."
Zhuang Wudao shook his head, the Canghai Vein Channel Stone was even rarer than the Canghai Qiqiao Stone.
And even the latter, the one-level lower Red Jade Immortal Fruit, has been overtaken by the monks from the seven peaks of Lichen Mountain.