Before Chu Yang Martial Saint, Wang Jin had also encountered one or two elemental masters.
For example, Jiang Feng's deputy, Cao Biao, whom I met in Yuancheng City before.
He is also an element-controlling warrior, and his strength is already close to that of a master. He is only one step away from being able to step into this realm.
Elemental warriors are naturally sensitive to natural elements such as water, fire, thunder, and lightning. With appropriate breathing methods, their Gang Qi is uniquely powerful.
Among the many warriors who control elements, those who control the fire element are the most numerous.
However, even Cao Biao, whom Wang Jin had met before, was definitely not as capable of controlling flames as Chu Yang Martial Saint.
At this moment, although the Chu Yang Martial Saint in front of him is just a virtual shadow condensed by a holographic simulation projection, it only has a part of the true meaning of martial arts of the real Chu Yang Martial Saint.
But when he takes action at this moment, he seems to be the king of flames who controls the elements. He can control the flame elements at will between his actions, and his power is astonishingly powerful!
At this moment, the fiery snakes were moving at an alarming speed, attacking Wang Jin from all directions.
Such a strange offensive gave Wang Jin a visual impact that was no less than the immortal magic in the world of cultivation. Wang Jin was slightly shocked and pointed out the long sword in his hand.
Chi Chi Chi!
Although Wang Jin still has not recovered his Gang Qi and True Qi at this moment, Xuan Ri thrust out at this moment, and the accumulation of swordsmanship in the past few days burst out with Xuan Ri's thrust.
The trajectory seemed to turn into an airtight sword net, covering the oncoming terrifying fire snake.
Puff puff puff!
At the moment when the fiery snakes collided with the hanging sun, countless fireworks exploded.
call!
A tall figure suddenly passed through the heavy fireworks, with flames beating on his hands, and he pressed hard on Wang Jin's chest.
The hanging sun in Wang Jin's hand retreated to block. With a clang, the hanging sun in his hand was directly pressed by the palm of the tall figure and trembled. The violent power was poured into Wang Jin's body like a tsunami.
Wang Jin was almost forced to cut off the Qi and blood in his chest by this palm. A breath of negative Qi almost failed to come up. When his chest was in severe pain, he staggered back two steps, and blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Just as his body stabilized, there was already another wall of flames in front of him, crashing towards Wang Jin like lightning.
Boom!
The wall of flames suddenly exploded.
The long sword in Wang Jin's hand buzzed and trembled, as if there was strange power poured into it, stimulating some kind of resonance. His body was like a swimming dragon, his sword was like flowing fire, the long sword buzzed, as if it had a spirit, and under the sword, there was a deep chill.
erupted in the room.
call!
The flames in front of him rolled back, and a cloak of flames suddenly rolled forward, drawing Wang Jin's sword into it.
Wang Jin's expression changed.
He clearly felt that the sword, which had gathered his knowledge of swordsmanship, was swept under the cloak. There seemed to be a strange power in the flame cloak, and it quickly neutralized the sharpness of his sword.
Use gentleness to overcome hardness.
This is the strength of Chu Yang Martial Saint!
"open!"
Wang Jin roared, and the long sword in his hand rolled suddenly. It was obvious that the long sword in his hand had been involved in the flame cloak, but at this moment he regained control of the initiative, rolling violently like a crocodile biting its prey.
In the meantime, it seemed that the flame cloak was being forcibly chopped into pieces.
Suddenly, Wang Jin noticed that there seemed to be a circle of flames surrounding his feet, trying to wrap him in it.
The surrounding space seemed to become hot and solid for an instant, as if there was some kind of power that fixed the surrounding space.
"Thousand Flames Falling Star Fist!"
Suddenly, a low cold shout echoed in the room.
Teng!
In all directions, flames as tall as a person suddenly rose up. The flames quickly rolled up in the air and turned into fireballs the size of human heads. The terrifying temperature was concentrated in the flames, which was extremely frightening.
And in the center of the fireballs, a figure soared into the sky, like an eagle swooping down on its food, punching downwards from top to bottom.
The punch was like a comet falling. At this moment, everything seemed to disappear in front of Wang Jin's eyes. It seemed that only the punch burning with blazing flames was left in his sight, covering the sky and the sun. Under his head, an endless aura of violence swept across instantly.
in all directions!
And around that punch, fireballs the size of human heads fell at the same time, like falling meteors, dazzling and terrifying, setting off a sharp and burning terrible wind!
"Well done!"
Such a terrifying punch is enough to melt everything in an instant.
But Wang Jin's face showed joy at this moment.
He was not surprised but happy, and his mind was calm at this moment.
In his mind, the sword from that day emerged.
That sword, from bottom to top, is like a rock piercing the clouds, like a Yi sword chasing the sun.
That sword separated the darkness and brought light back to the world.
That sword reversed the course of time, carrying the supreme will that seemed to turn the world around.
That time and that moment...
At this moment!
Wang Jin's eyes suddenly brightened up. He seemed to be standing on the top of the mountain of Qianyang Sect, holding a radiant three-foot green blade in his hand, facing the sky, towards the terrifying shadow dancing in the black clouds.
, cut out a sword!
Chi!
The hanging sun seemed to burst out at an unprecedented speed, suddenly passing through, the air flow surged, and the wind roared, sharp enough to penetrate people's eardrums!
puff!
Countless sparks suddenly exploded in the room, like a grand explosion of fireworks.
A fist burning with flames stopped in front of Wang Jin's chest.
It was only two centimeters away from Wang Jin's body, and the scorching temperature had already burned Wang Jin's skin and turned it black.
You must know that Wang Jin's current body is by no means comparable to that of an ordinary sixth-level warrior.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is made of steel and iron. Not to mention flames, even missiles cannot kill him.
However, at this moment, the fist was burned black by the burning flames, with a faint tendency to be carbonized.
The severe pain in his chest did not make Wang Jin feel any pain at all, and there was only joy on his face.
The hanging sun in his hand has already penetrated into the right side of the light and shadow, but only a little.
In the end, Wang Jin lost this battle.
After all, he is still not as good as Chu Yang Martial Saint's grandmaster-level shadow.
The light and shadow in front of him suddenly broke into countless red light spots, spinning and disappearing into the room.
Wang Jin turned the Xuan Ri around and held it in his hand, his eyes so bright that it was scary.
"The true meaning of swordsmanship...I have touched it!"
Wang Jin was pleasantly surprised.
At the final moment of the fight, Wang Jin refined part of his sword intent again.
Faintly, he seemed to have touched the true essence of swordsmanship.
But this is just an illusory feeling. There is still a long way to go to truly understand the true meaning of swordsmanship.
However, even so, Wang Jin is already very satisfied.
At least I have a goal and a direction, and I won't be like before, groping all by myself and having no clue at all.
He raised his head and glanced at the monitor above his head. It clearly showed that Wang Jin had been on the seventh floor for half an hour.
Although the time spent in the Nine Dragon Gate of the Great Xia First Military University was almost the same.
But in fact, Wang Jin knew in his heart that the Nine Dragon Gate of the Yuheng Martial Arts University was far inferior to the Nine Dragon Gate of the First Military University of Great Xia.
After all, in the final blow of his fight with Chu Yang Martial Saint, he really hurt this master-level shadow.
On the other hand, when I was at the First Military University of Great Xia, I stayed in the Nine Dragon Gate of the First Military University of Great Xia for half an hour.
But he was unable to cause any harm to Sikong Tianxiong's Martial Saint projection.
When compared with each other, the difference becomes apparent.
However, this does not mean that Chu Yang Martial Saint is some ordinary person.
Anyone who can become a Martial Saint is a genius.
In the great Xia Dynasty, with a population of hundreds of millions, and in the hundreds of years of the Martial Arts Era, how many people have truly become martial saints?
There were only about twenty people.
As a martial saint, Chu Yang Martial Saint may not be as powerful as Sikong Tianxiong, but he is definitely not something that ordinary people can touch.
Wang Jin was also deeply impressed by Wang Jin's fighting method that brought his ability to control the fire element to the extreme.
"It's time to go..."
After adjusting his breath for a while, Wang Jin lowered his head and glanced at the black mass on his chest that had been burned open, and didn't pay much attention to it.
His clothes had been burned, but he didn't care much, and he didn't even pay much attention to the strong burning pain in his chest.
He just reached out and pulled his clothes, tightening the skirt a little to cover the wound.
He mentioned Xuanri and stepped out of the Kowloon Gate.
When we returned to the lobby on the first floor, the noise in the lobby on the first floor had not stopped.
"Damn... it's too strong! It's too strong! I wasn't convinced before when Wang Jin broke into the seventh floor of the Nine Dragons Gate of the First Army of Great Xia, but now I'm really convinced!"
"It's too outrageous, it's really outrageous. A freshman? Breaking into the seventh floor? Damn, I've been in school for three years and I haven't even seen the sixth floor!"
"Not only the seventh floor, he also stayed on the seventh floor for a full thirty minutes. This has completely broken the record. The longest time in our school was only fifteen minutes on the seventh floor! It's difficult for Wang Jin
Don’t you have the fighting power of a grandmaster?”
When Wang Jin came out, noisy voices filled the sky. When Wang Jin appeared in front of everyone, everyone's shocked voices only stopped slightly.
But everyone's eyes had instantly fallen on Wang Jin.
Although the latter looked quite embarrassed at this time, with messy hair and a bit of burnt black hair, he looked like a child who was burned when a fire was set in the village. There were burn marks all over his body, and there was a large piece of flesh as dark as charcoal on his chest.
But no one dared to look down upon Wang Jin because of this. Instead, everyone watched Wang Jin coming down the stairs step by step with awe.
Wherever they pass, the crowd automatically separates into a path.
Someone subconsciously glanced at the monitor on the other side.
It was discovered that Sun Chaoyuan was still struggling on the fifth floor at this time...
"Let's go back to school to fix it first, and then go to the next one."
Wang Jin spoke calmly.
Huang Mao and others were stunned for a moment, with deep joy appearing on their faces.