Chapter 62: The Eight Trigrams of the Day After Tomorrow
"Brother... when did he become a sword cultivator?" Yang Xiaoyan has never been able to keep up with the fighting speed of the two. Now taking advantage of the gap between the two of them, she finally had a chance to think, but no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't remember Yang Huang's childhood.
When you were a kid, did you practice swordsmanship?
She is now also a monk with extraordinary talents and knows something about all kinds of cultivation, so she knows very well how difficult it is to become a sword cultivator.
First of all, not everyone can do this by stripping away their own life breath and soul to condense the sword embryo.
This is also why the apparently powerful Sword Cultivator is not welcomed.
She looked deeply at Yang Huang. This brother gave her one shock after another. Now she couldn't see through Yang Huang at all.
Maybe she hadn't understood him since she was a child, whether it was the day and night interactions at home during her childhood, or when Yang Huang ran away from home for no apparent reason, or when the world suddenly changed, Yang Huang went to the corpse disposal facility alone to study those strange things.
Weird stuff.
There used to be an idiom called "same bed with different dreams". Yang Xiaoyan felt that she and Yang Huang were brothers and sisters with different dreams.
This gave her a sense of frustration. She could see that Yang Huang had always treated her differently from others. He really felt that he treated her as a relative, but he didn't tell her anything and just carried on crazily.
He only cares about his own affairs, not to mention asking her about her feelings and inner thoughts.
In fact, Yang Xiaoyan really hopes to talk to Yang Huang about everything and understand each other thoroughly, without any secrets.
Yang Huang had no way of knowing what his sister was thinking. He was feeling the power of the Black Divine Sword. This was an awakening after a thousand years, an obsession with the past, and a look back at the world.
When He Yiqiu saw the long sword appearing in Yang Huang's hand, he immediately judged that he had taken it out of his body, which meant that the sword had definitely been integrated into the body and became a part of the body.
Anyone who can do this must be a sword cultivator.
He quickly mobilized the true energy in his body, and after running the sword technique, the fiery red sword suddenly turned red and emitted a faint red light. He pinched it with his fingers, and the flying sword turned into a ray of light and disappeared above his head under his control.
Clang!
Bang!
The naked eye could not see any movement of Yang Huang's body. He could only see a red light disappearing from the top of He Yiqiu's head. After flashing in front of Yang Huang, the ceiling seemed to be hit by something, making an explosion sound.
When he looked up, he saw a bright red flying sword stuck straight into the ceiling. The surrounding area was badly damaged, and even several steel bars were cut off.
Only He Yiqiu could clearly see the previous scene. His soul had always kept his eyes open. He saw Yang Huang wave his arm and block the black long sword in front of him at the moment when the flying sword was about to pierce his body.
He exerted force on his wrist and flicked upward, and the flying sword was easily bounced to the ceiling.
He Yiqiu struck again, and the flying sword disappeared again, turning into red light and disappearing. This time, the trajectory of the flying sword formed right angles, surrounding Yang Huang without attacking.
boom!
This time, many people saw Yang Huang's movements clearly with their clairvoyance. They saw him twisting the sword slightly and his arm shaking strangely. It was this shaking that caused a slight ripple to appear within three meters of him.
, the ripples spread in circles without any blind spots, and instantly bounced the flying sword away.
After the second attack failed, He Yiqiu changed the hand technique and increased the infusion of zhenqi. After being bounced off, the flying sword quickly stabilized in the air and continued to tremble and make a "buzzing" sound.
The flying swords trembled more and more violently, so much so that phantoms appeared, as if thousands of identical flying swords were summoned, with their swords pointing directly at Yang Huang.
Yang Huang still maintained the same posture as at the beginning. If you had watched the whole process with the naked eye, you would have mistakenly thought that he blocked He Yiqiu's attacks twice without even moving.
When he felt that the energy on the red flying sword became stronger and stronger, and the explosive atmosphere seemed to destroy the land, the black sword in his hand also changed.
The incomprehensible orange-red runes on the sword suddenly lit up. Even in this sunny day, the light of the runes was still dazzling. After the runes lit up, the Black God Sword seemed to have unlocked the seal.
It was as if the front was opened instantly, and a subtle light appeared on the edge.
This time, Yang Huang no longer passively defended. His body rushed forward, and crackling sounds were heard in the air. He gripped the glowing black sword tightly, twisted his wrist, held the sword horizontally in front of him, and pointed towards
Stab straight ahead.
The red flying sword was right in front of He Yiqiu. At this time, countless red flying swords appeared on the mountain, forming a sword wall in front of him.
Yang Huang thrust out his sword and pointed it in a certain direction. A black sword energy roared out from the tip of the sword like a bullet and hit the sword wall fiercely.
When this sword energy bombarded him, He Yiqiu's expression changed. He desperately threw two or three magic weapons in front of him, and at the same time, he quickly performed Taoist spells.
boom!
For some reason, Yang Huang's sword hit the core of countless flying swords, where the real red flying sword was.
In an instant, the sword wall collapsed, and a red flying sword was surrounded by black sword energy. Cracks soon appeared on the sword body. The next moment, it completely shattered, broke into more than a dozen pieces, exploded, and scattered throughout the hall.
After the Black Divine Sword broke through the flying sword wall and destroyed the red flying sword, it continued to castrate and stabbed He Yiqiu in front of him with one sword.
Fortunately, he was well prepared and had already thrown out a defensive magic weapon in front of him to protect him.
Yang Huang shook his arm, and the sword groaned softly. A trembling force centered on the sword, rippling irregular ripples all around. The magic weapon in front of the opponent also trembled with the trembling rhythm of the Black God Sword.
Then, Yang Huang's arm suddenly exerted force, and the trembling force disappeared instantly. However, the magic weapons suffered a strong impact, stopped running, and fell to the ground.
It was a cup, a piece of yellow paper and a piece of bluestone.
The essence of the magic weapon has not been destroyed, but it has been stripped of all the energy and mental power that supports its operation, and can only stop functioning.
This time, the Black Divine Sword in Yang Huang's hand was pointed directly at He Yiqiu's left chest.
At this moment, a huge golden gossip appeared at He Yiqiu's feet, and spread quickly, covering the entire floor of the hall.
The eight areas above the Bagua are extremely clearly depicted, with He Yiqiu standing in the center of the Bagua.
Where Yang Huang is standing are three solid horizontal bars, representing the Northwest Qian Gua.
"Qian is the sky, there are six in the northwest, six and three are earthquakes, give me earthquake!" He Yiqiu muttered something in his mouth. When he finished saying the word "Zhen", a fierce energy was born from the eight trigrams and generated in the northwest direction.
Violent fluctuations.
Yang Huang's body was actually frozen. He felt a strange force pushing him crazily, as if a transparent wall appeared in front of him, preventing him from moving forward even half a minute.
When a "shock" sound appeared in front of him, the space in front of him shattered like glass, exploding into pieces of transparent fragments.
Yang Huang's body was blown backwards and hit the wall behind him hard.
There was a mark of depression on the wall, and even some steel bars had broken edges exposed.
"Oh My God!"
This scene shocked Yang Xiaoyan. She had been anxious just now, fearing that Yang Huang would really kill He Yiqiu, because no matter how she looked at it, Yang Huang had an absolute advantage.
Although she was from the same sect as He Yiqiu, she only knew that the other party was very powerful and was not very clear about his true methods, so she looked curiously at the Bagua patterns at her feet that also covered her.
Yang Huang stood up immediately after hitting the wall. He didn't seem to have suffered much damage. His expression immediately became solemn. The pattern of golden lights on the ground was a kind of acquired gossip.
Bagua is divided into five directions: southeast, northwest, middle, and the middle is the center, which is exactly where He Yiqiu is standing.
This kind of acquired gossip is extremely complex, and the eight hexagrams can evolve into endless changes. People in it, no matter where they stand, will be confused by these changes and unable to defend themselves.
The person who is in the center of Bagua can attack or defend. These countless changes are used by him, covering everything.
This is a Taoist technique, or more accurately, an alchemy technique, which has been passed down from ancient times and is called the Houtian Bagua Formation.
Although it is called a formation, it is not a formation. It is a spell in which the formation is engraved on the true energy and manifested in the outside world.
Of course, this kind of manifestation is completely different from the embodiment of innate true energy. This is the manifestation of magic under the stimulation of true energy. It can be said that this is just the use of magic.
The innate true energy is more like the coming of the Creator, from nothing to a single thought.
Yang Huang did not expect that in this world that has evolved so far, there are still people who can master such Taoist techniques. He also learned about it from ancient books thousands of years ago, but he has never seen anyone perform it before.
He Yiqiu's cultivation level is not enough. Judging from his current appearance, he should only be able to perform it in front of him, and he can understand several of the changes, but he cannot truly cover everything.
The advanced version of the acquired Bagua Array is the Innate Bagua Array. The array pattern is the same as Yang Huang's Bagua Array. There are still eight directions of Bagua Array on the outside, but there is an extra Tai Chi in the center, so there are more changes, and it can even predict the future.
He Yiqiu couldn't help but frown when he saw Yang Huang stand up immediately after being knocked away. The opponent's physical body was too terrifying. It seemed that no one at Sanhua's level could directly hurt him.
However, he did not give up. He muttered words again, and a golden skeleton held a long knife, wore a battle armor, and rushed towards Yang Huang with its mouth open and roaring.
"The Gen hexagram shows the northeast, and the northeast is the mountain. Thousands of mountains suppress hell, and transform!" He Yiqiu's face gradually became ferocious, but he still insisted on casting the spell. After reciting a mantra, the golden skeleton seemed to be filled with some energy, and it became powerful instantly.
Hundreds of times more, the long knife in his hand transformed into a golden light several meters tall, striking directly at Yang Huang.
"Northeast, southwest, seal!" He Yiqiu said with difficulty. When his voice fell, Yang Huang, who was standing on the Gen hexagram not far away, froze and stood there like a sculpture.
Yang Huang only felt that his whole body was suppressed by an inexplicable force, unable to move. At the same time, both the heartbeat and the blood in his body stopped running. He could only watch the golden skeleton slashing at him.