Volume 3 The Battle of the Sea Clan Chapter 261 Taigang Swordsmanship
"Fellow Taoists, since this is the case, I don't think anyone else is interested in taking action anymore. I'll leave now and let's discuss it again when we have the opportunity." Seeing this situation, Yang Qian said slowly.
"Okay, after seeing the momentum of your junior brother's two attacks, Yun really doesn't have much fighting spirit anymore." Hearing this, the red-browed young man said with a bitter smile.
Then he cupped his hands to everyone and stepped on the red clouds and flew away.
Seeing this, the remaining Xuezhi and others also said goodbye and left with full of thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, only Yang Qian and the young man named Yun were left at the edge of the square.
"Brother Yun, do you have anything else to do?" Seeing this, Yang Qian asked lightly.
"It's nothing. I know that you have recently practiced a secret technique of Yin evil, which requires some external assistance. I just happened to get a small piece of Yin pith wood by accident, which should be just right for you." The young man surnamed Yun grinned and walked out of his sleeves. He took out a piece of dead wood that exuded a trace of black energy and handed it directly to Yang Qian. "Yin Marrow Wood 1 This thing is indeed very useful to me. There are three thousand spirit stones here, which should be enough to compensate for the value of this thing." ." Yang Qian's expression changed. Instead of taking the black wood, he took out a spirit stone leather bag from his sleeve and threw it over first.
"No, is this thing a gift from me willingly?" Although the black-faced young man caught the leather bag, he waved his hand repeatedly and was about to throw the spirit stone away.
"Brother Yun, if you don't want the spirit stone, I won't dare accept this piece of Yin Marrow Wood." Seeing this, Yang Qian's voice dropped.
The young man surnamed Yun could naturally hear the determination in the other party's words, and after giving a wry smile, he could only put the leather bag away.
Yang Gan's face relaxed under the mask, he raised his hand to take the black wood, and played with it for a moment, his eyes showing an expression of joy.
"By the way, can I take a look at your true face again?" When the young man named Yun saw this scene, his expression gradually became a little strange. For some reason, he muttered such a meaningless sentence. Words come.
"What are you talking about?" Yang Qian was playing with Mu's arm when his voice became icy cold.
"Haha, if you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say it." The young man's heart skipped a beat and he said with a quick laugh.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, please don't forget the oath you made back then. Unless I volunteer, you will never reveal my true identity, let alone think about other things. If you can completely forget my true appearance, That's the best thing." Yang Qian touched the silver face and said in a very gloomy tone.
"Of course Yun remembers this, but your appearance is so amazing, how can I forget it even if I want to?" The young man surnamed Yun replied with a sigh.
"Humph, no matter what you think, you'd better remember it clearly for me. The second time you see my true appearance, it will be your death." Yang Gan said coldly, and then he waved his sleeves. It shook and soared directly into the sky, soaring into the sky and driving the clouds away.
The young man surnamed Yun stayed where he was, quietly looking at the back of Yang Gan in the distance, as if his dementia had completely stopped.
A dark shadow flashed in front of the stone house!
Liu Ming fell from the sky and shook his sleeves forward. Immediately, an invisible force surged out and pushed the stone door open.
The body moves again!
He entered the stone house and at the same time the door slowly closed.
Liu Ming sat cross-legged on the futon in the center of the room, then raised a hand and put it in front of his eyes.
The wounds on the back of the palm suddenly turned into a few faint blood marks.
With the strength of his body, even if he does not use some recovery lightning spells, his own self-healing ability alone is enough to deal with ordinary minor injuries.
He moved his five fingers, and when he saw that they were all as flexible as ever, he felt relieved and pulled down.
After Liu Ming pondered for a moment, he touched his square sleeve with one hand and drew out the green dagger, then put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. At the same time, his mind could not help but flash the sword behind Zhang Xiu Niang.
Snow-white sword.
Although I don't know what level the sword used by this woman is, it is unlikely to be a high-grade spiritual weapon. It is most likely a mid-grade spiritual weapon that is comparable to the Qingyue Sword.
The flying sword technique used by the opponent was indeed amazing, but he could faintly feel that Zhang Xiu Niang did not really exert the power of the sword.
In other words, the pure magic power of this genius disciple of Tianyue Sect is still far inferior to his.
But from another perspective, Zhang Xiu Niang's flying sword technique seems even more terrifying.
Liu Ming silently recalled in his mind the scene when this woman threw the sword in her hand, and then it turned into a snow-white sword, easily defeating the sword light of the Qingyue Sword.
It was obvious that Zhang Xiu Niang's secret technique of directly turning the sword itself into sword light was much better than the sword cultivation methods she used now.
It seems that he has to study the Tai Gang Sword Art. I believe that the mysteries of this book must also contain similar high-level secret techniques.
He didn't have enough cultivation before to comprehend more things, but now that he has become a spiritual master, he will definitely gain a lot from studying this book.
Liu Ming thought like this, put away the Qingyue Sword, slowly closed his eyes, and made a secret with one hand. An idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and a golden scripture appeared in his consciousness.
Pages slowly opened.
He sat cross-legged on the ground motionless, and began to quickly read the Tai Gang Sword Jue.
After a full hour, he opened his eyes with a look of surprise.
"Tai Gang Sword Controlling Technique! Sure enough, there is such a sword cultivation technique that can control the body of the sword to defeat the enemy! After practicing this technique to a later stage, you can actually kill the enemy hundreds of miles away without being invisible, and even combine the body and sword with the sword control.
Flying and other magical powers are other powerful methods derived from it. Very good, let me first see how to practice this magical power?" Liu Ming murmured, looking very excited.
But before, the so-called "sword control" practiced by Zhang Xiu Niang actually only refers to the magical power of integrating the sword with the body.
It's just that ordinary practitioners still prefer to call this magical power directly the art of sword control.
After Liu Ming took a deep breath, he closed his eyes again and sank into his mind again.
In this way, time passed little by little, and when Liu Ming opened his eyes again, his brows furrowed.
"It's so difficult to practice sword control! Not only do you need to remember countless sword gestures, but you also need to practice it over and over again with your mental power in order to control the sword as you wish, and then stimulate the mana and sword in your body
Only through the mysterious connection between them can the power of the flying sword be brought into full play.
According to the description of sword control in the classics, although the power of flying swords can be completely different with different cultivation levels, if based solely on the proficiency of sword control, there are also several levels such as Beginner, Xiaocheng, Dacheng and Dzogchen.
The division of levels, and under the same cultivation level, the power is also very different.
According to Liu Ming's estimation, the difficulty of practicing sword control is probably beyond the reach of even those so-called "high-level spells".
Even if the cultivator is not qualified enough, eternal life may remain at the entry level.
The integration of body and sword in the art of sword control requires at least a small level of achievement to be able to be used, and the magical power of sword control and flying cannot be achieved without reaching the level of Dacheng.
Before Zhang Xiuniang advanced to become a spiritual master, she was able to comprehend the magical power of combining swords with her birth body, which shows that she has terrifying qualifications for possessing a psychic sword body.
According to Liu Ming's opinion, the sword-wielding skills of this peerless disciple of the Tianyue Sect are still at the entry level.
Otherwise, the sword attack in the previous competition was not as simple as using the sword energy to damage the surface of the fist. Maybe one sword attack could have completely opened the palm of the hand.
Of course, if Zhang Xiu Niang's sword control skills had really reached such a terrifying level, Liu Ming would not have used his fist to catch it, but would have activated the full power of the heavy water drop without hesitation and thrown it from a distance.
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Of course, no matter what, this sword-controlling technique is also a method that can quickly improve one's strength.
Although Liu Wu did not expect to master this technique to an entry-level level in just two or three months, he could still manage to master it so easily that the Qingyue Sword could be used to attack the enemy.
When Liu Ming thought of this, his heart suddenly changed. He took out the dagger from his sleeve and actually practiced the authentic sword-controlling technique.
This is different from ordinary weapon-controlling techniques. No matter how many times he throws the object in his hand into the air, the dagger either stays in the air for a moment, then falls directly tremblingly, or it flies wildly in the air.
The sharp sword energy emitted from the sword cannot be gathered and formed...
In this way, Liu Ming stayed in seclusion in the stone house for half a month.
Just when he felt that he had finally figured out some tips for mastering the art of sword control, suddenly there was a burst of bells ringing outside the stone house!
Liu Wu had been told about the relevant matter a long time ago, so he immediately knew that this was the alarm sound of the Hai tribe's appearance. He hurriedly put away his dagger, stood up and pushed open the stone door.
After he strode outside, he saw that the entire huge city was in commotion.
In the giant city, flying boats and chariots were densely packed rising into the sky from various sect areas.
On the city wall, groups of soldiers rushed to the top of the city, and quickly set up huge talisman crossbows, aiming them at the far distance.
Liu Ming frowned, and black clouds formed under his feet, and he lifted it up high. In a blink of an eye, he was hundreds of feet high in the air, and he could clearly see everything near the giant city and in the distance.
I saw that around the giant city at this time, the dozen or so pale silver towers all began to emit a strange light. At the same time, the objects hanging on the top of the towers were buzzing non-stop, and the sound rhythm was all normal.
There is no difference, as if they are echoing each other.
At the same time, with the giant city as the center and more than a dozen high towers as the fulcrum, an extremely huge silver magic circle was vaguely forming.
In the distance on the horizon, there was a loud rumbling sound, and a black line emerged out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye it became thicker and larger, turning into a billowing boundless black cloud.
(I finally rushed home from Shanghai in the evening. I’m so tired these days.