Hearing He Yiqiu's words, Yang Huang smiled inexplicably. He looked at the other person strangely. As for the two sharp rays of light, he didn't care at all and allowed them to blast into his brain.
Originally, they were two rays of spiritual energy that could kill people and strangle their souls, but after entering Yang Huang's body, they instantly turned into powder.
You must know that Yang Huang's physical body is not a piece of wood, and mental attacks cannot be effective against wood.
Seeing that Yang Huang was okay and could still laugh, He Yiqiu's pupils shrank. Apparently, this scene also made him feel a little disturbed.
Because he knew very well the extent of his mental attack. Even a monk with a golden flower could not resist it unscathed, but Yang Huang in front of him could still laugh.
This made him very surprised.
His surprise only lasted for a moment, because the next moment his face changed drastically, and a sense of danger surged into his heart. His body instinctively made avoidance movements, and at the same time, a black light formed a protective shield, covering his body.
After the black protective cover appeared on his body, a golden bowl also appeared at the same time. After appearing, it immediately grew in size and blocked his face.
Perhaps feeling that it was not safe enough, he held up a red flower umbrella outside the giant golden bowl.
No matter it was Yang Xiaoyan on the side or so many people present, no one reacted. They didn't even know what happened. They didn't know why He Yiqiu used so many defensive methods at once.
In everyone's eyes, Yang Huang was still smiling on the spot, but in fact Yang Huang had already arrived in front of He Yiqiu.
What's there is just his afterimage.
After breaking through the second level of the physical body, his speed has reached the speed of sound, and the physical body can fully withstand the impact of such speed.
He made a fist with one hand and punched He Yiqiu.
What he didn't expect was that He Yiqiu actually reacted and threw out three defensive magic weapons.
"Damn, rich people are different!"
Yang Huang cursed in his heart, but the speed of his fist did not slow down at all. He punched the flower umbrella. The violent concussion force directly broke the umbrella frame and penetrated into the large bowl and black protective cover behind it.
superior.
To outsiders, Yang Huang was still smiling on the spot, but an extremely strong shock wave was generated in front of He Yiqiu who sacrificed the three magic weapons. This shock wave broke his umbrella and almost shattered it.
The shock wave caused intense damage in front of He Yiqiu. After the umbrella was blasted, cracks appeared on the big bowl. The cracks continued to spread and were about to break in the blink of an eye.
He Yiqiu's eyes widened. He quickly mobilized the true energy in his body and frantically input it into the black protective shield closest to him to ensure that the last layer of protection would not be broken.
The big bowl was also blasted to pieces without any suspense and fell to the ground in pieces.
After losing the protection of the big bowl, the black protective shield on He Yiqiu's body finally burst out with brilliant light. All the light was concentrated on one point, and that was his chest!
At this moment, everyone saw a terrifying scene, that is, Yang Huang, who was still smiling just now, suddenly disappeared like a phantom and appeared in front of He Yiqiu, waving his fist and punching He Yiqiu on the left chest.
Of course, this punch was blocked by the black protective cover.
Yang Huang put away his fists because he found that the black protective shield was not easy to break. He squinted and carefully looked at He Yiqiu's Taoist robe on one side.
Yes, in his opinion, this black protective shield comes from this black Taoist robe embroidered with white cranes.
"The Taoist robe that I can't break with one punch seems to be a third-level Taoist weapon." Yang Huang scratched the short hair on the top of his head with his hand and curled his lips. It seemed that the person in front of him had a high status in the Yiyuan Taoist Sect. He didn't even have a piece of clothing.
They are all level three defensive magic weapons.
"If you can't break it with one punch, then punch him again!" Yang Huang gritted his teeth, raised his arm again, and punched He Yiqiu in the face.
boom!
A sound like a bomb exploding resounded in the hall. Yang Huang's punch still did not cause any substantial damage to the opponent, but it sent the opponent flying five or six meters away.
He Yiqiu stayed in the air for a moment before landing. His feet kept touching the ground, and his body took a few steps back before he stabilized his body.
Although he did not suffer any damage in this round of competition, there was no doubt that he was at a disadvantage.
The shock in his heart was beyond words. Maybe others didn't see it, but he felt it personally and had a very real experience.
He is not as ignorant as Yang Guorui, he knows how powerful the Taoist robe he is wearing is.
But just now, this man named Yang Huang almost broke through the defense of his robe!
It's not impossible for this kind of thing to happen, but what's unacceptable is that the other party did it with pure physical power!
He Yiqiu can be 100% sure that Yang Huang did not use any energy when attacking him, not at all.
But he is wearing a third-level Taoist weapon, and his cultivation is not the ordinary three-flower realm. He has already bloomed all three golden flowers, and is slowly trying to make the three flowers gather at the top.
Even with his level of cultivation and the third-level defensive Taoist weapon, he couldn't withstand the pure power of Yang Huang's two punches.
It only took two punches. With Yang Huang's speed, what would happen if he was hit with ten punches or a hundred punches?
He Yiqiu had no doubt that Yang Huang had the ability to kill him on the spot.
Can the power of the physical body really kill a monk with three flowers in full bloom?
Before meeting Yang Huang, He Yiqiu would not believe it at all, but now he has to believe it.
Yang Guorui previously thought that Yang Huang was taking the wrong approach and putting the cart before the horse, which was nothing to be afraid of, but He Yiqiu didn't think so. Although the physical body is a container in the eyes of Qi-refining monks, it would be extremely dangerous if someone used this container as the essence.
Horrible things.
Just like a ship, it was originally a transportation tool used to carry humans. At this time, humans are the essence. But if this ship becomes intelligent and starts to no longer carry humans but accommodates itself, then this ship will naturally become
nature.
In He Yiqiu's view, Yang Huang is like this. He has carved out a crazy path. This path can also reach the end, but the method is more extreme.
Although he recognized Yang Huang's power, He Yiqiu did not panic. He came with absolutely strong confidence. This was the Taoist heart he had cultivated over the years.
His Taoist heart is that he is the only one in heaven and earth. He always moves forward without fear in the face of any difficulties.
It can be said that He Yiqiu is the first monk Yang Huang has ever seen who has his own Taoist heart.
"I seem to have underestimated you. Fortunately, I didn't lose my life for this." He Yiqiu said without any danger. Although like others, he could not feel the slightest energy fluctuation in Yang Huang's body, but now he no longer
Dare to show any contempt for him again, because the opponent is so powerful that it is worth risking his life to fight.
Yang Huang took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and found that the cigarette box was empty. He threw it on the ground. He took a deep drag on the cigarette, then focused his eyes and looked at He Yiqiu in front of him.
Since he broke through the second physical body, he has hardly met anyone who can test his own strength. The young man in front of him may be a good choice.
"Do you still want to kill me now?" Yang Huang leaned casually on the front desk and said easily.
"Yes." He Yiqiu answered simply. As soon as he finished speaking, he had a flying sword of extraordinary quality in his hand.
The body of the flying sword is fiery red, and as soon as it appears, it releases waves of heat, instantly raising the temperature in the hall. On the hilt of the flying sword, a dragon head is carefully carved. The hilt is silver-white, forming a certain shape with the sword body.
The contrast effect.
Yang Huang smiled when he saw the opponent using his flying sword. His smile was not contemptuous. In fact, he was an extremely talented swordsman a thousand years ago. Although he only practices the physical body now, his understanding of the way of the sword is not.
Achievable by ordinary people.
He Yiqiu is the kind of person who is completely self-centered. This kind of person doesn't care about what others are thinking at all. He didn't even notice Yang Huang's smile.
He kneaded the secret with one hand, and the fiery red flying sword immediately turned into a red light, floating above his head.
This is the art of sword control, a Taoist art that can only be practiced if one has to reach at least the Three Flowers realm.
He Yiqiu's sword-controlling technique is of a very high level, called Skyfire Sword-controlling Technique. It is a Taoist technique that involves refining the natal flying sword into a flame form to increase its power.
As soon as He Yiqiu's hand was pressed, a blazing high temperature instantly rippled out, threatening to melt the entire building.
The light on the flaming red flying sword was even brighter, and finally evolved into a ball of gorgeous flames, wrapping the entire flying sword.
"Are you a sword cultivator?" Yang Huang found that the cigarette in his hand had been burned to ashes by the high temperature in the room at some point. Not a single bit was left, and he felt helpless. This was his last cigarette, so he smoked it.
Just a bite.
"No." He Yiqiu answered quickly and simply. He is indeed not a sword cultivator. He does not have sword energy in his body, and he will not breed sword fetuses. He just likes to use swords as weapons. There are countless people in the world of cultivation who use flying swords.
, it does not require someone who specializes in sword making to use it.
It's just that the sword cultivator regards the sword as everything, taking one sword as the basis, cultivating the sword embryo, and giving birth to sword energy. Upgrading the sword energy will feed back the sword embryo.
Doing this will lead to the sword being with the people and the sword falling with the people dying.
However, the sword cultivator's attack power is absolutely terrifying, it can even be called unparalleled, and it is recognized as the strongest attack.
Even if the opponent has thousands of spells and magic weapons, I can defeat them all with just one sword.
"Then it will be difficult for you to survive today." Yang Huang's cigarette was burned, and he simply stood up straight. A black light flickered on his back. If he had not put on his shirt, he could see it.
On the position of his cervical vertebrae, a tattoo of a long sword is faintly visible.
Yang Huang shook his left hand, and the Black God appeared in his hand.
There is nothing special about the Black Divine Sword. It has a pitch-black appearance, orange-red lines that can only be seen clearly if you look closely, and it also has a simple hilt and a sharp blade.
It looks like an earthly sword.
When the long sword appeared in Yang Huang's hand, He Yiqiu's heart suddenly became cold. He instantly understood the meaning of Yang Huang's previous words.
"Is he a sword cultivator? Impossible! If he practices swords, how could he have such a powerful body at the same time!" He Yiqiu was really scared this time. You must know the reason why sword cultivators are not so popular in the world of cultivation.
The reason why people are so popular is that although the swordsman's attack is unparalleled, his defense is the worst.
Because sword cultivators must practice sword energy and temper the sword body, in the eyes of righteous people, it is also a kind of practice that deviates from the right track. The unparalleled sword energy is indeed sharp and domineering, killing people invisible, but once someone gets close, they will be killed.
Seems vulnerable.
Any sword cultivator is afraid of being hit physically. There is no need for fatal blows. Even some ordinary attacks will easily break the sword cultivator's defense.
This is the reason why He Yiqiu is frightened. A sword cultivator with unparalleled attack power, coupled with terrifying physical strength, is equivalent to the sharpest sword and the strongest escape concentrated together, which is truly unparalleled in the world.
In fact, after Yang Huang obtained the memory and condensed the clone, he did not feel frustrated or unacceptable because he was refining the sword by himself and the "Immortal Body" was only refining the physical body. On the contrary, he was very excited because he had been practicing for thousands of years.
Before being killed and sealed, the sword embryo had been stripped from the body.
As early as half a month ago, Yang Huang had already made plans after setting up a blood sacrifice formation in the Eight Hao Corpse Hall and drawing out the endless wood and clones.
He received the clone's memory, carefully calculated through the Eight Diagrams, and roughly knew the location of the natal sword that the clone had sacrificed during his lifetime. After the clone successfully cultivated the "Immortal Body", he asked it to go to the ruins of Longhu Mountain.
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The body of the Black God Sword, which had been gathering dust for many years, was found outside the ruins, and the sword embryo was integrated into the black sword.
Originally, the sword embryo was to be integrated with the physical body of the sword cultivator, becoming a part of the body, and opening up a space in the Dantian to accommodate the sword energy.
It is no longer possible for the clone to do this. His physical body is not a sacred tree and cannot produce any energy body, but he really does not want to give up the clone's amazing swordsmanship talent.
So he came up with a way to make the natal sword that the clone sacrificed during his lifetime become the container that carries the cultivation of swordsmanship.
That is to say, the sword embryo is integrated into the Black God Sword, and the sword energy is cultivated within it.
At the same time, all the kendo training techniques that Yang Huang knows can be achieved through the Black God Sword, which means that the Black God Sword will be used as a carrier of practice. As long as the Black God Sword continues to advance, Yang Huang's kendo cultivation will follow suit.
breakthrough.
In the ten days and a half after getting the Black God Sword, Yang Huang was sensing the sword embryo all the time, trying to condense the first sword energy. Not long ago, after combining a lot of materials, he finally succeeded.
This means that he can legitimately start practicing swordsmanship again, and because the Black God Sword is the sword that he entrusted with his life during his lifetime, it also carries all his swordsmanship talents.
In just three days, Yang Huang had already refined hundreds of sword energies, which wrapped the sword embryo in the Black God Sword.
The practice of swordsmanship also has realm divisions.
In the entry-level practice, you need to use the power of soul, life, and blood to separate a sword embryo, so that the sword embryo can be stored in the most important part of the body.
After the sword embryo is formed, it is necessary to sense the sword energy, which is the same as refining the energy.
After being able to sense a hundred sword qi, the sword qi merged into one and became a sword spirit, attached to the sword body and constantly polished. This stage is no different from refining qi and transforming into a god.
When the sword spirit is polished to the extreme, it will be integrated with the sword embryo. At this time, the sword embryo is the source, and sword energy is continuously born.
This is similar to refining the gods and returning them to emptiness.
When all this is completed, a mountain peak will appear near the sword tire. This mountain peak can be in various shapes, such as green peaks, snow mountains, and cliffs.
This realm corresponds to the Three Flowers.
After the sword embryo was condensed on the mountain peak, it was polished all the time, knowing that the sword embryo was so sharp that it could split the mountain peak with one sword. When the mountain peak was split, the sword embryo merged with the cultivator, and from then on, heaven and man became one.
The sword is there for people, but the sword destroys people and kills them.
This realm can rival any Daoguo, that is, a strong person in the Golden Core realm.
After these days of practice, Yang Huang has completed the cultivation of sword energy and sword spirit, and integrated the sword spirit into the sword embryo, which can continuously produce sword energy.
Of course, the limitation of the sword embryo in generating sword energy is very obvious, because the low-level sword embryo operates very slowly on its own, and the speed at which sword energy is generated is also very slow.
Yang Huang held the most familiar Black God Sword in his hand, and felt the Black God's moans from time to time. He knew that this was a way to vent his excitement.
His current swordsmanship is only equivalent to the strength of refining a god to return to the void, but don't forget that he has a physical body that can easily tear apart a strong man in the Sanhua realm. Under the influence of the power of the body, his swordsmanship will also