Chapter 422: Sentencing the Demon Emperor and questioning the Unintentional Demon Emperor
Three Emperors Palace.
"Old Palace Master, it seems that we really made a mistake."
Yun Shiliu, who stood motionless on the spot, tilting his head to look at the shadow cast by the spiritual mirror, suddenly smiled helplessly.
"Using that sword technique as a guide, combined with the blood tempering technique of the Wushou Realm, the body of the dragon whale in the extreme realm, the power of the second level of the sword realm, the sword energy turns into thunder, and the returning true fire thunder flames... let
These originally unrelated martial arts techniques and techniques eventually merged into one sword."
"At least in terms of swordsmanship, this boy already has his true self."
The old palace master, who was also standing motionless next to him, nodded first, and then commented very solemnly.
When he heard the words "I already have my true self", a look of astonishment immediately flashed across Yun Shiliu's beautiful eyes.
The so-called true self atmosphere means that when monks practice the skills of their predecessors, they do not blindly copy their predecessors, but continue to make breakthroughs and improvements on the basis of their predecessors to achieve an atmosphere that has never been achieved by their predecessors.
"This kind of true self is extremely rare for other monks, but for sword cultivators, it is nothing. After all, these madmen have never paid attention to anyone except themselves."
The old palace master added another sentence at this time.
"That's true...too."
Yun Shiliu chuckled.
When she thought of Xu Taiping's identity as a swordsman, she suddenly felt relieved.
The existence of sword cultivators cannot be judged by common sense since ancient times. When their killing power is high, the refining god can kill in the realm of transformation.
Just like Xu Taiping today, as long as he can find the sword technique to restrain the sheath style, even a long-established sword slave can defeat him.
But this does not mean that Xu Taiping's cultivation and combat power must be higher than that of Sword Slave.
"In fact, the same is true for today's battle."
At this time, the old palace master turned to look at the phantom in front of him, and his eyes fell on the sword slave in the phantom who was coughing up blood, and then continued to explain:
"In today's battle, both Dao Nu and Xu Taiping displayed killing power equivalent to that of the Wangtian realm."
"This may seem surprising, but if you really understand sword cultivation, you will never be surprised."
"Since ancient times, the deeds of sword cultivators killing enemies across ranks can be seen everywhere in the classics of major sects."
Hearing this, Yun Shiliu nodded, and then said with a bit of sadness:
"It is said that warriors have the largest number of casualties on the demon battlefield, but in fact that is because there are so many warriors."
"Only those who have actually been on the battlefield know that in every battle, the ones who die the most and the most miserably are sword cultivators. Because as long as there is a demon on the battlefield, they will kill it at all costs.
To kill, even if the energy, blood and true energy are exhausted, I will sacrifice my soul and body to die with him."
"Yes." The old palace master nodded when he heard the words, "Without exception, the killing power of the sword cultivator is all obtained by using his own energy, blood, vitality and luck. If there is a flaw in the way of heaven, it will be destroyed if there is no time. The murderous power of the sword cultivator
Excess is inherently contrary to the path to longevity."
…
The eighth floor of the eight-sided building.
"If there is any flaw in the way of heaven, it will be destroyed if there is no time."
After Xu Taiping broke the sword slave's sheathing posture with his sword, these words suddenly appeared in his mind for no reason.
r At the same time, his soul began to clearly sense the changes in this physical body——
His flesh and bones are shrinking, his energy and vitality are passing away, and even the power of his soul is dissipating little by little.
And this dissipation does not seem temporary, but more like permanent.
Because Xu Taiping discovered that no matter how he used the qi refining method, his true energy and qi and blood could not be restored to their previous peak state.
To put it simply, it means that his skill has regressed.
"Three years? Ten years? Could it be said that the price for me killing the dragon with the technique just now was ten years of decline in my skill?"
The more Xu Taiping thought about it, the more frightened he became.
"That's it, that's it. It turns out that you, Senior Sword Slave, forced me to use this sword just to tell you this."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the knife slave in front of him in surprise.
If the place where Xu Taiping drew his sword today was not at the Xuanhuang Tower, but outside the Xuanhuang Tower, then his lost vitality and regressed skill would most likely be even greater, and there would be no way to recover them.
"Thank you, Senior Dao Slave, for your advice!"
After thinking about this, Xu Taiping gave the sword slave a very solemn salute.
"Junior!"
Dao Nu wiped the blood from his mouth, raised his hand to signal Xu Taiping to stand up, and then stared at Xu Taiping with gloomy eyes and asked:
"Knowing this, do you still dare to use the sword in the future?"
"certainly!"
Xu Taiping answered without any hesitation.
"You bastard! You know that this sword will hurt the enemy by one thousand and you will lose eight hundred, so why do you still use the sword?"
The knife slave continued to ask sharply.
"Just because I know that this knife will hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage me eight hundred times, my knife will be heavier, faster, and sharper!"
Xu Taiping looked directly at the eyes of the sword slave without being humble or arrogant.
"Why?"
The knife slave asked again.
"Why?"
Xu Taiping's expression darkened, his eyes were like daggers as he looked at the sword slave, and at the same time he said sonorously:
"The sword I risked my life with, the sword I used to block the luck of cultivation, why can't it hurt you? Why can't I kill you?"
When he said this again, the sword energy and thunder around him that had not yet dissipated seemed to sense his current state of mind, and suddenly made a "rumbling" sound of thunder.
When Xu Taiping said this at first, everyone in front of the spiritual mirror thought he was too arrogant, but when they heard the roar of the sword energy and thunder, and saw the murderous long knife in Xu Taiping's hand,
Everyone immediately put away their previous comments and ridiculed in their hearts: "Don't these crazy sword cultivators have this kind of virtue?"
"Hey hey hey..."
At this time, after the sword slave looked at Xu Taiping for a long time, he first grinned a strange smile, then straightened up suddenly, raised the long sword in his hand proudly and said:
"Xu Taiping, are you willing to inherit my mantle?"
Hearing this, Xu Taiping froze on the spot.
The monks in front of the spiritual mirror were also stunned on the spot.
Neither Xu Taiping nor the monks in front of the spiritual mirror had expected the current situation. The Three Emperors Dao Palace.
"Old Palace Master, it seems that we really made a mistake."
Yun Shiliu, who stood motionless on the spot, tilting his head to look at the shadow cast by the spiritual mirror, suddenly smiled helplessly.
"Using that sword technique as a guide, combined with the blood tempering technique of the Wushou Realm, the body of the dragon whale in the extreme realm, the power of the second level of the sword realm, the sword energy turns into thunder, and the returning true fire thunder flames... let
These originally unrelated martial arts techniques and techniques eventually merged into one sword."
"At least in terms of swordsmanship, this boy already has his true self."
The old palace master, who was also standing motionless next to him, nodded first, and then commented very solemnly.
When he heard the words "I already have my true self", a look of astonishment immediately flashed across Yun Shiliu's beautiful eyes.
The so-called true self atmosphere means that when monks practice the skills of their predecessors, they do not blindly copy their predecessors, but continue to make breakthroughs and improvements on the basis of their predecessors to achieve an atmosphere that has never been achieved by their predecessors.
"This kind of true self is extremely rare for other monks, but for sword cultivators, it is nothing. After all, these madmen have never paid attention to anyone except themselves."
The old palace master added another sentence at this time.
"That's true...too."
Yun Shiliu chuckled.
When she thought of Xu Taiping's identity as a swordsman, she suddenly felt relieved.
The existence of sword cultivators cannot be judged by common sense since ancient times. When their killing power is high, the refining god can kill in the realm of transformation.
Just like Xu Taiping today, as long as he can find the sword technique to restrain the sheath style, even a long-established sword slave can defeat him.
But this does not mean that Xu Taiping's cultivation and combat power must be higher than that of Sword Slave.
"In fact, the same is true for today's battle."
At this time, the old palace master turned to look at the phantom in front of him, and his eyes fell on the sword slave in the phantom who was coughing up blood, and then continued to explain:
"In today's battle, both Dao Nu and Xu Taiping displayed killing power equivalent to that of the Wangtian realm."
"This may seem surprising, but if you really understand sword cultivation, you will never be surprised."
"Since ancient times, the deeds of sword cultivators killing enemies across ranks can be seen everywhere in the classics of major sects."
Hearing this, Yun Shiliu nodded, and then said with a bit of sadness:
"It is said that warriors have the largest number of casualties on the demon battlefield, but in fact that is because there are so many warriors."
"Only those who have actually been on the battlefield know that in every battle, the ones who die the most and the most miserably are sword cultivators. Because as long as there is a demon on the battlefield, they will kill it at all costs.
To kill, even if the energy, blood and true energy are exhausted, I will sacrifice my soul and body to die with him."
"Yes." The old palace master nodded when he heard the words, "Without exception, the killing power of the sword cultivator is all obtained by using his own energy, blood, vitality and luck. If there is a flaw in the way of heaven, it will be destroyed if there is no time. The murderous power of the sword cultivator
Excess is inherently contrary to the path to longevity."
…
The eighth floor of the eight-sided building.
"If there is any flaw in the way of heaven, it will be destroyed if there is no time."
After Xu Taiping broke the sword slave's sheathing posture with his sword, these words suddenly appeared in his mind for no reason.
r At the same time, his soul began to clearly sense the changes in this physical body——
His flesh and bones are shrinking, his energy and vitality are passing away, and even the power of his soul is dissipating little by little.
And this dissipation does not seem temporary, but more like permanent.
Because Xu Taiping discovered that no matter how he used the qi refining method, his true energy and qi and blood could not be restored to their previous peak state.
To put it simply, it means that his skill has regressed.
"Three years? Ten years? Could it be said that the price for me killing the dragon with the technique just now was ten years of decline in my skill?"
The more Xu Taiping thought about it, the more frightened he became.
"That's it, that's it. It turns out that you, Senior Sword Slave, forced me to use this sword just to tell you this."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the knife slave in front of him in surprise.
If the place where Xu Taiping drew his sword today was not at the Xuanhuang Tower, but outside the Xuanhuang Tower, then his lost vitality and regressed skill would most likely be even greater, and there would be no way to recover them.
"Thank you, Senior Dao Slave, for your advice!"
After thinking about this, Xu Taiping gave the sword slave a very solemn salute.
"Junior!"
Dao Nu wiped the blood from his mouth, raised his hand to signal Xu Taiping to stand up, and then stared at Xu Taiping with gloomy eyes and asked:
"Knowing this, do you still dare to use the sword in the future?"
"certainly!"
Xu Taiping answered without any hesitation.
"You bastard! You know that this sword will hurt the enemy by one thousand and you will lose eight hundred, so why do you still use the sword?"
The knife slave continued to ask sharply.
"Just because I know that this knife will hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage me eight hundred times, my knife will be heavier, faster, and sharper!"
Xu Taiping looked directly at the eyes of the sword slave without being humble or arrogant.
"Why?"
The knife slave asked again.
"Why?"
Xu Taiping's expression darkened, his eyes were like daggers as he looked at the sword slave, and at the same time he said sonorously:
"The sword I risked my life with, the sword I used to block the luck of cultivation, why can't it hurt you? Why can't I kill you?"
When he said this again, the sword energy and thunder around him that had not yet dissipated seemed to sense his current state of mind, and suddenly made a "rumbling" sound of thunder.
When Xu Taiping said this at first, everyone in front of the spiritual mirror thought he was too arrogant, but when they heard the roar of the sword energy and thunder, and saw the murderous long knife in Xu Taiping's hand,
Everyone immediately put away their previous comments and ridiculed in their hearts: "Don't these crazy sword cultivators have this kind of virtue?"
"Hey hey hey..."
At this time, after the sword slave looked at Xu Taiping for a long time, he first grinned a strange smile, then straightened up suddenly, raised the long sword in his hand proudly and said:
"Xu Taiping, are you willing to inherit my mantle?"
Hearing this, Xu Taiping froze on the spot.
The monks in front of the spiritual mirror were also stunned on the spot.
Neither Xu Taiping nor the monks in front of the spiritual mirror had expected the current situation.