Facing the critical juncture of life and death, the sword cultivator's wildly beating heart suddenly slowed down.
From a critical state of more than 200 times per minute, a sudden and extremely fast braking, it immediately turned into an extremely slow state that only jumped once every three seconds.
However, this drastic physical change not only did not make the clone Tang Yan feel uncomfortable, but his body and mind instantly calmed down.
Two giant claws that were bigger than his whole body were shrouded in front of him, but the speed seemed to be suddenly slowed down ten times, playing slowly frame by frame.
At the same time, the burning rainbow in his hand trembled slightly, and then a joyful emotion connected with his consciousness. The flying sword in his hand, which was already extremely obedient, became as easy as an arm.
It was a very strange feeling, as if the right limb suddenly extended several feet in length.
Even if the strong wind in the sky blows across the sword blade, he will clearly feel it.
The clone suddenly had extremely strong confidence in the sword in his hand. Although there was no reason, he was very sure in his heart that the burning rainbow in his hand must be unstoppable and invincible!
Buzz!
There was a slight tremor and a flash of sword light. The swordsman held the flying sword and stepped forward instead of retreating.
With the help of the flaming sword energy waves created by frantically consuming spiritual energy to block his sight, the swordsman moved to avoid the pair of sharp claws, and then slashed away with the burning rainbow in his hand.
The golden feathers, whose hardness was no less than that of Kunming Iron and Steel, were broken by the flying sword Zhuohong, and then the skin, flesh and bones were revealed.
Before the blood could flow out, it had already been evaporated by the hot sword body.
The smell of burnt protein fills the air.
The sword cultivator's body stumbled past the golden-winged eagle as big as a building, leaving a scorched black wound on the big bird's body. This fencing move was quite serious.
Jiang Li held the flying sword in his hand, and he had a lot of enlightenment in his heart.
Is this... Kenshin?
It turns out that in addition to breaking paper with a rusty sword, the sword's talent can also do such things!
Jiang Li was very shocked by this. The amount of spiritual energy condensed in the sword just now was actually far less than the spiritual energy used when the clone made the first sword.
But the effects achieved by these two swords are so different.
It's no wonder that the Shushan Five Elements Summit values Jianxin's talent so much.
You can almost ignore the defensive effect after crossing a level. If you use it well, combined with the powerful attack power of the sword cultivator, fighting across levels is not a dream at all.
Phew!
The black eagle screamed in pain, but after flapping its wings for a while, it still hovered and did not fall to the ground.
Damn it!
Jiang Li cursed secretly. He originally aimed the sword towards the wings, but the black eagle was too big. Compared with it, it was too difficult for a flying sword the size of a toothpick to cause fatal damage.
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The clone immediately activated the sword technique and wanted to take the opportunity to strike Xuan Diao with another sword blow.
However, things went against his expectations. Just after the flying sword was released from his hand, he was halfway through the flight when his eyes flashed, his head became dizzy, his heartbeat resumed, and he immediately came out of the sword's heart state.
In an instant, the power of the flying sword Zhuohong was greatly reduced, and it was no longer as sharp as before.
After Jiang Li's head regained clarity, the instructions on his hand changed again and again. The flying sword no longer dived. After spraying a stream of alcoholic spiritual fire forward, he immediately turned the sword and flew back, catching himself in free fall.
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In order to cut off the possible connection between the clone and himself, Jiang Li did not provide any magic weapon to the clone.
Therefore, if he wanted to use a flying sword to attack from a distance, he would not be able to control the sword.
This is also the reason why Jiang Li has always used flying swords for melee combat.
And if he continues to forcibly control the flying sword attack and cannot break Ling Yu's defense, it will be a small matter. If the flying sword is stuck or even knocked away, then he will not even have a chance to escape.
Just when the clone activated the flying sword under his feet and prepared to escape again, a cloud of mist suddenly gathered around him, and soon a graceful man appeared from the cloud and stood in front of the clone.
"Junior brother, if you don't mind, please let us help you."
The sudden appearance of the monk made Jiang Li instinctively vigilant.
However, when he saw the familiar clothes on the other party, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Isn't this exactly the clothing of the disciples of the inner sect of the Buddhist Scripture Valley? However, it seems that the style of the other disciple's clothing is slightly different from Jiang Li's own clothing, making it appear more noble and elegant.
Call me Junior Brother? He won’t recognize who I am, right?
This was Jiang Li's first idea, but he rejected it immediately.
This clone is so perfect that it shouldn't be easy for anyone to spot it.
The other party's calling was probably just out of convention among the four major sects in Dazhong Mountain.
"Well...thank you, senior brother."
The avatar stepped on the flying sword and saluted with fists, and responded without much thought.
After all, the size of the four major sects in Dazhong Mountain is there, and there are very few people who would kill each other for treasures. Because that is really unwise.
And Jiang Li vaguely seemed to remember that he should know the other person.
Phew!
The wine and fire spirit flames that Zhuo Hong had just sprayed out were torn apart by the golden wings again, and the giant black eagle's sharp eyes were fixed on Jiang Li, and it rushed towards him from bottom to top.
A large amount of spiritual flames erupted from the Burning Rainbow Sword, but before he could take action, a small golden seal was thrown out from Senior Brother Zangjinggu's hand.
That action was as casual as throwing a stone.
But after the golden seal was taken away, it rose in the wind!
In just a moment, it had already risen to a height of ten meters, and the head of the bag fell towards the mysterious eagle below.
Jiang Li was shocked, and even his body, which was thousands of miles away, couldn't help but be shocked.
I seem to have heard about this seal when I listened to my brothers and sisters bragging about it in the Demon-Suppressing Hall.
Could this be the secret skill of the Sutra Valley? Who is this guy?
The golden seal and the mysterious eagle, enlarged hundreds of times, collided with each other.
Then the scene turned into a one-sided crushing situation.
The Xuan Diao, which was so powerful and domineering in front of Jiang Li, fell down wailing like a hen hit by a brick in front of the ten-meter golden seal.
When the golden seal shrank and flew back, many unnatural distortions appeared on Xuan Diao's body. A large amount of blood sprayed from the bird's mouth, and it looked like it had been seriously injured.
Jiang Li was shocked by the power of the golden seal, and he didn't forget to hit it with a finishing blow.
He turned around and held the flying sword again, then chased the falling Xuan Diao and struck out a series of sword lights at high speed.
At this time, several other people from the Buddhist Scripture Valley also arrived, and several magic weapons were released, hitting the mysterious eagle together.
After being severely injured and then faced with such a siege, no matter how strong your body is, you can't bear it at this time.
Under the raging spiritual energy, the huge bird's body finally exploded and became torn into pieces and scattered, and it could not die anymore.