Chapter 1,553: The paper man looks at the sword, and the swords heart is enlightened
Facing the paper man, Ye Jiangchuan steadily drew out his sword, with the sword's heart reaching to the sky, and with one strike, "Three Swords of Breaking the Sky".
I saw the opponent's paper figure move, the tip of the spear turning, as if cutting through time and space, and with a slight lift, it broke through Ye Jiangchuan's sword technique, and with a pop, it pierced Ye Jiangchuan's throat.
Ye Jiangchuan died immediately.
The feeling of death was extremely real, lingering in Ye Jiangchuan's mind.
Then Ye Jiangchuan came back to life, unscathed, but the memory of death was still so real and continued to torture him.
But Ye Jiangchuan had worked hard and didn't care at all about such torture.
Ye Jiangchuan is just like the other person, he is also a paper man, there is no difference between them.
Suddenly the paper soldiers continued to appear, holding long guns.
"Junior, if you ruin my practice, go to hell!"
After saying that, the opponent was shot in the face.
Ye Jiangchuan let out a long breath and carefully drew his sword, this time using his sword skills to the limit.
But there was still a shot, and with a bang, he was assassinated by the opponent again.
Dao Yi is Dao Yi, simply invincible.
This shot is not simple, at least it is a super magic shot.
Ye Jiangchuan was resurrected again. This time, Ye Jiangchuan was not in a hurry to open his eyes. Instead, he meditated and studied the power of this spear.
How should I respond to this shot? How should I resist it?
After studying for a long time, Ye Jiangchuan opened his eyes, and the paper soldier appeared, holding a spear.
A shot in the face.
In this way, when Ye Jiangchuan and Zhi Bing fought, both of them had the same cultivation level and the same body. What they compared in battle was experience and strength.
In this way, Ye Jiangchuan died twenty-eight times in a row.
For the twenty-ninth time, Ye Jiangchuan drew his sword, "Nine Bloods of the Equator Kunwu Zhen" and "Ninety Thousand Weights of the Sky". He blocked the opponent's shot with two swords in succession.
But Ye Jiangchuan couldn't stop the opponent's second shot.
But this is progress!
Ye Jiangchuan had nothing else to do here and began to practice.
With the same cultivation and the same body, why can't you block his shot?
At this moment, there is no other way but to focus on practicing the sword.
No matter how he fought, Ye Jiangchuan never used the "Nine Abyss and Nine Heavens Immortal Sword", "One Heart and One Mind Killing Immortal Sword" and "Three Purities and Four Imperial Traps Immortal Sword".
Are you crazy, using this peerless sword technique in front of two Dao Yi?
This is a training for himself, so Ye Jiangchuan did not use these three swords to kill him, but only used his own super-sword skills to fight against the enemy.
As Ye Jiangchuan fought, he was gradually able to block the opponent's second shot.
But the third shot was an extremely difficult obstacle. The opponent's spear shot three times in a row, which seemed to be another set of superb marksmanship.
However, Ye Jiangchuan worked hard and practiced hard, and when the 367th died, he blocked the opponent's third shot.
Then it started smoothly, the fourth shot, the fifth shot, the sixth shot...
After the third shot, Ye Jiangchuan immediately became stronger.
By the time Ye Jiangchuan died for the 451st time, he had been able to fight with the opponent for half an hour, evenly matched.
After the six hundred and twenty-seventh death, Ye Jiangchuan suddenly struck out with his sword and shouted: "Death!"
"Equatorial Nine Bloods Kunwu Zhen"
Under the endless Chicheng, with a pop, the paper man on the opposite side was beheaded by him.
Ye Jiangchuan laughed loudly, fought back for the first time and won.
The paper man was killed, then everything recovered and he stood up.
Suddenly beside him, another paper soldier appeared, holding a spear.
"Junior, if you ruin my practice, go to hell!"
"Junior, if you ruin my practice, go to hell!"
After saying that, the two opponents faced each other with a shot.
Ye Jiangchuan was speechless. One was killed and two were killed.
He tried his best to defend himself with his sword, but with the seventh shot, he was stabbed to death.
Ye Jiangchuan came back to life, but he did not open his eyes and studied it carefully.
The research is almost done, open eyes, eighth shot, death!
Ye Jiangchuan became furious and cursed, saying he was too bullying, and started fighting angrily.
On the third shot, he was stabbed to death by the two opponents.
Continuing to fight, Ye Jiangchuan tried every means, either to escape, to fight to the death, to defend, or to attack.
But he still died again and again.
However, as time passed, Ye Jiangchuan's heart was as cold as ice, and he gradually withstood the opponent's two shots with one sword and one sword.
Keep fighting. Ye Jiangchuan is just a paper man here. There is no fatigue, no hunger, no distractions, only the endless battle.
In the 1,337th battle, Ye Jiangchuan suddenly struck out with his sword and killed a paper man.
Although the other paper man fought hard, he was no longer a match for Ye Jiangchuan.
But Ye Jiangchuan did not kill him.
Instead, they fought with him for hundreds of rounds, and then Ye Jiangchuan committed suicide.
Ye Jiangchuan was resurrected, and the opponent's two paper figures were also restored.
If you kill the paper man, there will be a third one, so fight these two first, do more research and practice your sword skills, and then talk about it later.
In this way, for the 1,538th time, after death, Ye Jiangchuan couldn't help laughing and suddenly drew his sword.
Both paper figures were killed by him in less than thirty rounds.
In an instant, two paper figures came to life, and then another paper soldier appeared, holding a spear.
The three people suddenly formed a battle formation and rushed towards Ye Jiangchuan.
In this way, it is both cultivation and war.
There is no concept of time here, no sky or day.
Later, Ye Jiangchuan did not count how many times he died.
It's just that the people on the paper opposite have changed from three, to four, to five, to six, to seven.
When there were seven paper figures, they suddenly formed a formation, extremely powerful, and exchanged death for death. Ye Jiangchuan was stuck here and died at least three thousand times.
But this time, Ye Jiangchuan suddenly drew his sword, as if he suddenly had enlightenment.
Suddenly his sword became extremely sharp, like a divine aid.
There is no longer any swordsmanship, such as "Three Swords of the Heaven-Breaking Palace", "Nine Bloods of the Equator Kunwu Zhen", "Ninety Thousand Counts in the Sky", "Swords Turning into Millions of Lights", "Floating Light Clouds Open to View the Heaven", they are all
It's disappearing, it's all merging, it's all integrating into the soul's marrow.
At this point, when I draw my sword, the seven opponents are nothing more than rubble. I kill them all with one sword strike.
Seven paper figures were resurrected, and then one more.
More is just more. Ye Jiangchuan has realized the way of swordsmanship. One more, just one more sword.
With eight sword strikes, all eight paper figures were killed.
Then Ye Jiangchuan smiled and used his nine swords to kill all nine of the opponent's paper figures one by one.
It's like having such an enlightenment, and now the swordsmanship is perfect!
All nine paper figures were destroyed, and there were no more paper figures.
Then Ye Jiangchuan found himself back at the table, still drinking with Li Pingyang, but the climate outside had changed.
When he came, it was May and the spring flowers were blooming.
It is already covered with ice and snow, and it is already cold winter.
Ye Jiangchuan let out a long breath and silently felt that what he understood in this swordsmanship was real.
This is the true sword heart that reaches the sky and is invincible with one sword!
The most direct gain was that he could only wield one sword of the ninth-level divine sword, but now it became two swords!
Ye Jiangchuan looked at Li Pingyang and bowed, saying, "Thank you, senior!"
Li Pingyang said: "You're welcome, go home, I've been struggling for more than half a year.
By the way, every time you die during the trial, you lose two days of Yang life. So far, you have lost 13,627 days of Yang life.
What a heavy loss!”
Ye Jiangchuan was stunned. This was a loss of thirty-seven years of life.
However, it was okay, he still had 5,669 years left to live, so he didn't care at all.
Li Pingyang seemed to see something and shook his head slightly. He had already requested it. Whether he could sense it or not was up to Ye Jiangchuan himself.