Zhao Yan brought the changes of "brightness changing, slender clouds playing tricks" all the way in the Xingyunliu Light Sword to the extreme, just like a bullfighter teasing a bull with a red cloth, and the refreshing feeling made Zhao Yan feel that his whole mind was at ease.
He got up and let out the bad breath from before.
The only thing that made him a little unhappy was that the little boy's expression was always calm, without any hint of impatience. Instead, he watched with interest as Zhao Yan's sword light switched back and forth between the clouds and mist.
It felt as if he was catching a butterfly flying back and forth.
This discovery made Zhao Yan feel very bad, but it also made Zhao Yan secretly vigilant.
Sure enough, after a while, the little boy smiled and shook his head: "I won't play with you anymore." His fists suddenly collided, and the layers of thunder and lightning centered on his body and continued to expand toward the surrounding areas like the tide.
Regarding Zhao Yan's unpredictable sword light, the little boy was not incapable of catching it, but he was too lazy to struggle with Zhao Yan, so he came up with the stupidest, but also the most direct and effective method.
Use a large-area coverage attack to sweep across the entire field. It only costs a little more mana, but no matter how hard you dodge, you will still be caught by me.
Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Does this junior brother think that I am an early-stage Jindan cultivator like you?"
As he spoke, Zhao Yan made a sword technique, and the light and mist in the surrounding space were attracted to his sword light. The sword light suddenly became much stronger, and the form between light and fog continued to change, revealing his sharp edge.
His sword light withstood the thunder that filled the sky from the little one. The two sides collided, and the light mist and thunder and lightning continued to be annihilated together.
The little one smiled. A strong hurricane arose from his body, and the wind and thunder merged. His strength began to increase continuously.
After he successfully formed the elixir and was promoted to the golden elixir stage, the magic power of Infinite Wind and Thunder also increased accordingly.
To be precise, the power of the infinite wind and thunder can always be increased endlessly, but as the power increases, it will exceed the control of the little one.
After Xiao Beidian was promoted to the Golden Core, he had the ability to control stronger wind and thunder power. After the power of infinite wind and thunder was further improved, he could terminate his transformation and fusion and continue to strengthen.
Rolling wind and thunder swept across the entire place, directly suppressing Zhao Yan's cloud and mist sword light and forcing him to retreat.
This is not the end yet. The little boy exhaled and spoke loudly, and the Nine Innate Golden Pills swallowed up a massive amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and the power of infinite wind and thunder was further enhanced.
The Flowing Light Sword Sect's mountain-protecting formation and the Cloud-Tian Flowing Light Sword Formation arranged on Xingyun Peak all reacted to this, with layers of light mist rolling and pressing towards the little one.
Ancestor Ziyun frowned and raised his hand to stop the movement of Yuntian's Flowing Light Sword Formation. If it really started to move, the little one wouldn't be able to resist it, and the Flowing Light Sword Sect's face would be completely lost.
"Such a powerful force of wind and thunder. At least in terms of the total amount of mana, this boy does have the strength to fight against the Nascent Soul Stage monks." Ancestor Chixia looked solemn, glanced at Ancestor Qingmai, and said nothing.
She is a middle-stage Nascent Soul monk. She is not afraid of little ones at all, but early-stage Nascent Soul monks like Patriarch Qing Ai can already feel the pressure brought by little ones.
Ancestor Qing Ai also had a solemn look on his face. He had witnessed the battle with Yu Wanfeng when he was young. How could he not know about it? But every time he actually saw this scene, he would still be shocked.
Ancestor Ziyun said slowly: "According to Junior Brother Qing Ai, Xiao Yan's strength is not inferior to this one. What I'm worried about now is, what kind of terror will it be if they have a baby?"
Ancestor Chi Xia and Ancestor Qing Ai all changed their expressions. They looked at Xiao Yan and Little Dot, and after a long time they all let out a sigh.
Sometimes, if you don't think too much, you will be happier.
The gazes of several Nascent Soul Ancestors all turned to the cave where Lin Feng was. There was no movement there, but just its existence made Ancestor Ziyun and the others feel like they couldn't breathe.
"To teach such a disciple, this master of Xuanmen is really terrifying."
Faced with the pressure brought by the little infinite wind and thunder, Zhao Yan's face was as dark as water: "His golden elixir is definitely weird! Otherwise, he would not have such powerful magic power."
Feeling that the little boy's infinite wind and thunder power was still improving, Zhao Yan did not dare to wait any longer and raised his hand to create a golden talisman.
The Tianfu Sword Seal, a Nascent Soul stage magic weapon, can repeatedly store a large number of powerful sword intentions that can only be emitted by Nascent Soul stage monks, which is Zhao Yan's trump card.
This golden talisman-like magic weapon exudes powerful sword energy, shaking the space wave after wave, forcibly suppressing the infinite wind and thunder of the little one.
"The clouds are transformed, and the energy is transformed into thousands of blades!" Zhao Yan shouted lowly, and the sword intention in the Tianfu sword seal had merged with his own sword energy and sword light, turning into a vast sword energy, densely packed, almost filling the entire space.
It was so full that it hit the little one like a violent storm.
The little boy was not afraid, he laughed, and stamped his right foot on the ground. The infinite power of wind and thunder no longer spread out, but all of it was concentrated on himself.
Physical martial arts and magical powers, wind, thunder and heavenly movement!
The violent wind and thunder enveloped the little one, and he could be seen growing taller and taller. From a height of less than six feet, he transformed into a giant two or three feet tall in the blink of an eye, as terrifying as a ghost or god coming to the world.
The lightning and wind blades seemed to turn into armor on his body. With his arms spread out, the violent energy and blood force shook away all of Zhao Yan's sword energy like a rainstorm.
"What a terrifying physical strength. Isn't that what the Dragon Clan can do?" Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I just want to see how strong you are."
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yan's sword technique of "cloud mist turns into life, qi turns into thousands of blades" has turned into the most pure offensive form among the cloud-flowing lightsabers, "Yun Chi Electric Switch, who can compete with it"!
Zhao Yan himself merged with the sword, soared into the sky, and merged with the sword energy of the clouds and mist in the sky, turning into a brilliant sword light. He completely gave up the changeable characteristics of the clouds and mist, and only used the purest lethality and attack power to cut the sky.
The earth-shattering force slashed down towards the three-foot-tall body of the Wind and Thunder Ghost God on the ground.
The sword energy and intent of the Tianfu Sword Seal were also fully applied to Zhao Yan's sword, allowing him to directly travel through space. He disappeared on the spot in an instant, and at the same time he was already in front of the little boy!
Such a fierce sword, even the ancestor of Nascent Soul has to be careful to deal with it. If it is really stabbed, it will be seriously injured even if it is not dead.
The little one was completely unafraid. The body of ghosts and gods transformed by wind and thunder opened and closed its mouth, and let out a laugh like thunder and wind roar: "You are not the only one who has Nascent Soul stage magic weapon."
A green light suddenly flashed around his body, and he disappeared instantly.
Zhao Yan was startled and immediately remembered that Qing Ai Ancestor once mentioned that Lin Feng once gave Little One a small bronze cauldron that could travel through time and space. That small cauldron was also a Nascent Soul stage magic weapon. It was with this cauldron that Little One had the ability to
The battle with Yu Wanfeng, the ancestor of Yuanying, was inextricable.
But hearing about it was completely different from actually seeing it. Only now did he truly understand how difficult it was to deal with the little bronze void cauldron, which was a magic weapon that specifically condensed the mysterious power of space.
The small figure flickered in and out of the void, even more bizarre and unpredictable than Zhao Yan's sword light.
The iron fist wrapped in wind and thunder hit the side of Zhao Yan's sword light again and again, never confronting the sword light head-on, avoiding its edge and focusing on the flanks, hitting Zhao Yan's sword light to the point of crumbling.
Zhao Yan sighed in a low voice: "The clouds cover the fog, the wind and rain are like darkness..."
The majestic sword light like a rainbow piercing the sun suddenly disappeared, and all of it turned into thick clouds of sword energy, which gathered into a ball and wrapped Zhao Yan in the center. The thick clouds blocked the little iron fist.
The fierce attack hit the clouds, but the clouds only shook for a moment, and the defeated sword energy retreated without dissipating. It quickly merged into the clouds and continued to resist the little one's violent attacks.
Lin Feng, who had been watching the battle, saw this scene and smiled on his face.
The "Yun Chi Electric Switch, Who Can Fight" move that he just made with a sword across the sky can be called the ultimate killing move with the strongest attack power of the Xingyunliu Light Sword. The gas-shaped Changhong is invincible.
And the current move "Clouds cover the fog, wind and rain are like darkness" is the strongest defensive move in the Xingyunliu Light Sword. It completely gives up the attack power of the sword light, and all the sword energy is used to protect itself.
It's just that if this stalemate continues for a long time, the little one will take advantage. After all, he is the attacker who takes the initiative. Zhao Yan, who is trying his best to defend, is slightly careless and reveals a flaw in his defense, which will lead to defeat.
"The outcome has been decided." Lin Feng smiled slightly, while Patriarch Ziyun and others on the other side also sighed together.
On the sidelines, Xiao Yan smiled and glanced at the disciples of the Flowing Light Sword Sect beside him: "I told you, it will be over soon."
A group of Flowing Light Sword Sect disciples all had solemn expressions on their faces. They watched the little one surrounding Zhao Yan and giving him a beating. The attack became more and more fierce. They saw that the cloud that Zhao Yan used to defend was already on the verge of collapse.
Xiao Yan smiled and looked to the other side: "When do you want to see it again?"
The void opened, and Prince Chongyun, with a gloomy and domineering face, slowly walked out, followed by a group of Golden Core monks including Wang Jiannan.
Prince Chongyun glanced at the little one in the middle of the battle and said nothing.
He didn't want to go out and take action himself, but among the golden elixir-level monks behind him, none of them could stand a fight with the little one, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
A disciple of the Xuanmen Tianzong is said to be invincible in a martial arts fight at the same level, but his cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage is not worthy of praise even if he wins.
Prince Chongyun didn't move for the time being, but someone was already thinking about him.
Lin Feng looked at Prince Chongyun quietly and thought for a moment: "What is Wu Qingrou planning? Maybe we can use him to ask questions."
Thinking of this, Lin Feng sent a message to Yue Hongyan: "Hongyan, challenge Wang Jiannan directly. You decide for yourself whether you want to spare his life or not."
When Yue Hongyan heard the words, there was a faint light of fire in his pupils. Without hesitation, he immediately took a step forward and swung his two-foot-long black flame halberd directly at Wang Jiannan.
Prince Chongyun narrowed his eyes, and all the golden elixir monks behind him were in an uproar.
A group of Liuguang Sword Sect disciples looked at Yue Hongyan in surprise.
The red-haired girl didn't say anything, but her eyebrows were slightly raised like swords, and her meaning was very clear. (To be continued...)
ps: I wonder how many friends saw the inner monologue in the previous chapter?
Dear friends who can understand, it’s time to show your age, hehe.