"This is the name of the sword skill: Sword Qi as Silk, created by the Sixth Generation Sword Emperor!" Sword Spirit slowly said: "The so-called Sword Qi as Silk means to compress and re-compress the sword Qi, just like forging a sword.
The iron block is constantly compressed, and the more compressed it is, the greater the mass contained in the iron block. This is the principle of the silk-like sword energy! The same is true for the ghost fire. The more skillfully you control it, the greater its power.
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"Sword Qi is like silk?" Yang Ye's eyes flashed with excitement and said, "What level?"
The sword spirit pondered for a moment and said: "Middle-grade heaven-level! But its power is definitely not weaker than the current high-grade heaven-level!"
"Farewell, teach me now!" Yang Ye can't wait. Sword skills have always been his weakness. It's not that he has no talent in cultivation, but that he doesn't have good sword skills! Even if he goes to rob, he can't rob him.
Unless you rob those big sects, and robbing those big sects is equivalent to seeking death!
The sword spirit nodded slightly and said: "Close your eyes and calm down, and I will teach you this sword technique!"
Yang Ye closed his eyes slightly, and soon, a piece of information poured into his mind.
About half an hour later, Yang Ye slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and the Dragon Bone Sword appeared in his hand. With a slight wave, a sword energy shot out and hit the ground not far away.
On the ground, countless rocks sputtered.
Seeing this scene, Yang Ye frowned, then shook his head. According to the description of the silk-like sword energy, he compressed the sword energy, but it didn't seem that ideal, because his sword energy didn't seem to have any
Variety!
"Haste makes waste. You have a clear sword mind, and you have many advantages over ordinary people in the practice of sword skills. But remember to be impatient. No sword skill can be achieved overnight. The reason why I demonstrate this sword energy is like silk and
I show you how to control the Netherworld and Ghost Fire, and I don’t mean that you should practice hard now and then practice the two. After all, that is unrealistic. My purpose is to let you clearly know some of your shortcomings in cultivation, understand?"
Sword Spirit said slowly.
Hearing this, Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "I've been taught!" Indeed, he was a little too impatient. Sword skills really cannot be achieved overnight, and his main purpose now should be to practice well.
, let yourself step into the spirit realm as soon as possible! As for sword skills and ghost fire, I can only postpone it for now!
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Yang Ye began to absorb the mysterious energy crazily.
Seeing this scene, the ancient scabbard sword spirit nodded slightly. Although the man in front of him was a bit extreme, he was able to correct his mistakes and was not stubborn. Generally speaking, he was a good person. As long as his negative side was not touched, he was still easy to get along with.
of.
The sword light flashed, and the sword spirit returned to its original form and floated next to Yang Ye.
Jian Zong, Tai Qing Palace.
At this time, there were only two people standing in the Taiqing Hall in Nuoda, a white-haired old man with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and an elegant middle-aged man. The place seemed a little deserted.
After a while, the elegant middle-aged man said, "Master, do you really want to go to heaven?"
The white-haired old man took off the wine gourd and took a sip of wine. He cast his eyes to the horizon and said: "Zhu Zhe, I know what you are worried about, but you should know that my deadline has come. If you don't go ahead, what's waiting for me will be
Sit down and go for it, I still have a chance to survive!"
"It's just that if we fail, our Sword Sect will be doomed!" The elegant middle-aged man said solemnly.
"When my time comes, the Sword Sect will also be in catastrophe!" The white-haired old man said quietly: "If I go to break through, there is still a glimmer of hope for the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect also has a glimmer of hope, but if I don't leave, the Sword Sect will still face catastrophe for up to three years.
At that time, the Sword Sect will really have no chance of survival!"
The elegant middle-aged man sighed in a low voice and said: "I am ashamed of Mu Zhe. In my hands, the Sword Sect has not only failed to regain its glory hundreds of years ago, but has become worse every year. I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Sword Sect!"
The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "I don't blame you. If I hadn't caused trouble for Jian Zong and angered Yuanmen, Jian Zong wouldn't have been suppressed by them overtly or covertly in the past thousand years. Of course, I don't
I regret what happened back then, and the one I regret is Yang Ye, what a pity!"
"Yang Ye?" the elegant middle-aged man said softly: "Is he the one who killed the Sword Emperor and is now also known as the Sword Emperor?"
The white-haired old man shook his head, with a look of regret flashing in his eyes, and said: "That day, in order to ease the grievances between Baihua Palace and Yuanmen, I gave up on him. I had no choice but to do this. This is the worst thing I have ever done in my life.
What a stupid decision! Giving up on him not only caused the sect to lose a super swordsman genius, but also made Jianzong the laughing stock of everyone in the Southern Territory. Its reputation plummeted, and now everyone in Jianzong is dissatisfied with us. We have to.
,This is the wrong decision I made!”
"It is indeed a pity!" The elegant middle-aged man said: "If he is a disciple of Jian Zong, as long as he does not die, even if Jian Zong dies, he will definitely be able to rebuild Jian Zong with his appeal as the Sword Emperor. But there is still room for recovery.
There is no room for Qingshi to be with her one by one."
The drunk Taoist interrupted the elegant middle-aged man's words and said: "No need for the moment. If I cross the Heavenly Road, the problems facing Jianzong will no longer be a problem. If I don't succeed, if I don't succeed, the survival of Jianzong will be at stake."
It depends on God’s will!”
There was silence for a long time, then the elegant middle-aged man said: "How sure are you, uncle?"
"Thirty percent!"
The elegant middle-aged man's heart suddenly sank, and after a long while, he said: "When the time comes, I will borrow the power of all the disciples of the Sword Sect to help my uncle!"
After pondering for a long time, the drunk Taoist nodded slightly: "Yes!"
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One day passed, Yang Ye was like a whirlpool in the fifth floor, and the profound energy in the fifth floor rushed towards him crazily. At this time, the aura exuding from Yang Ye was much stronger than before. If anyone was there
At this time, you will find that the air around Yang Ye is strangely distorted!
Control your aura!
This is the sign of a strong person in the spirit realm, that is, Yang Ye is not far from the spirit realm at this time!
In fact, Yang Ye was very depressed at this time, because he could have entered the spirit realm earlier, but this whirlpool sucked 80% of the profound energy into that door, that is, the only person who truly became his profound energy
Less than 20%! But fortunately, even if it is only 20%, it is still much more than the total of the average King Realm profound practitioner!
In addition to Yang Ye, some geniuses in the fourth level also showed signs of being shaken to the realm of spiritual beings, such as Mo Ke Hunyou, Luo Xue, and Mr. Xiluo and Ji Yanshi on the side! These people are all geniuses
Geniuses, and they have reached the peak of the King Realm, especially Mo Ke and Luo Xue. They have already half-stepped into the Spirit Realm. The spiritual energy here is so abundant. To advance to the Spirit Realm, it is difficult for them.
A piece of cake!
On the fourth level, everyone is cultivating desperately, because whichever party reaches the spirit realm first, the other party is destined to be miserable. No one wants to be miserable, so everyone is working hard.
As for the third and second floors, as well as those mysterious practitioners on the first floor
None of those mystical practitioners dare to practice properly? Why? Because there are enemies all around, and whoever practices is looking for death!
If the previous fighting was because of the competition for position, then the current fighting is because of hatred! Yes, the profound practitioners on the first, second and third levels are already killing each other. Everyone they see is like an enemy. Are they allowed to practice quietly? Lend them ten
They don't dare to be brave!
The one worth mentioning is An Nanjing. After An Nanjing walked down the fifth floor, she came to the Qianlong Monument in front of the Qianlong Platform. Just when everyone thought she was going to challenge the peerless geniuses in the Xuanzhe Continent, what happened to her?
No, he just stood there quietly, his eyes falling on the name of the first-generation Martial God!
Just like that, she stood there all day.
Of course, no one dared to disturb her. Just kidding, as long as she doesn't trouble others, others will be thankful. Who dares to trouble her? Even Luoxue looked at An Nanjing with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.
dignified!
Time passed slowly, and another day passed.
"boom!"
In the early morning of the third day, on the fourth floor, a terrifying aura suddenly surged out of Luoxue's body. The masked men around him were immediately shaken to the back of their legs by this aura.
Everyone in the field was shocked. Has he been promoted?
And at this moment, a terrifying demonic energy suddenly erupted from Mo Ke's body. The demonic energy was like substance, and it instantly enveloped Mo Ke!
Seeing this scene, the faces of countless demon mystics in the field were filled with ecstasy, while the faces of the human mystics on the side were completely downcast!
"The human mystic here, die!"
Mo Ke's voice sounded like muffled thunder in the ears of all the human profound practitioners in the field!
ps: On the sword platform, Yang Ye stood holding a sword. Behind him, hundreds of sword cultivators also stood holding swords.
The breeze blew by, people's clothes rustled, and everyone looked solemn.
Suddenly, the swords in the hands of Yang Ye and hundreds of sword cultivators were thrust into the ground, and the sound of hundreds of swords soared into the sky and broke through the sky: "A moment of silence for the compatriots who died in Tianjin!"