The shadows of swords flashed in the tomb, and Han Yi was retreating steadily. The middle-aged man in black robe could not stop the offensive, and the power of each sword was extremely terrifying. Han Yi had to use the Kui Dragon Art with all his strength, and even activated the six-path Kui Dragon Pattern to resist
The power of that powerful sword.
He began to slow down his movements and tried his best to sense the differences in each sword strike of the middle-aged man in black robe. The effect of the sword force began to weaken, and the other force became clearer and clearer, gradually forming a strange image.
Appeared in Han Yi's perception.
"How is that possible?"
I don’t know how many rounds they fought, but Han Yi finally understood the special feature of the black-robed middle-aged man’s attack. The thing hidden under the sword was actually a person who looked exactly like the black-robed middle-aged man.
Exactly the same.
"What is this?" Han Yi simply couldn't understand why he felt such an image under the sword of the middle-aged man in black robe, as if the sword soul conveyed such a will, forming another black man.
Just like middle-aged people.
"boom--"
Once again, the two swords clashed. Han Yi's figure was greatly shaken, and he stepped back more than ten steps. His face turned pale and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The middle-aged man in black robe detonated his sword force again, and even his powerful body could not withstand it.
"The practice of swordsmanship is divided into four realms, from low to high and from shallow to deep, namely the Yubing Realm, the Heart Transformation Realm, the Yuxuan Realm and the Fang Realm. Now you have entered the Yuxuan Realm and condensed the sword soul, but for the sword soul
The application of it, but I still haven’t gotten started yet.”
The middle-aged man in black robe looked at Han Yi and said indifferently.
"If I want to kill you, even if I only use the same level of power, you can't stop my sword."
Han Yi was full of reluctance, but he also knew that the middle-aged man in black robe was telling the truth. He was dealing with a master of swordsmanship, and his understanding and use of the sword soul had probably reached the level of burning a mountain to create an extreme.
"A monk, after breaking through the Spirit Emperor stage, his spiritual power condenses into a soul body. From then on, he has two bodies, virtual and real. In sword practice, those who practice swordsmanship in a superficial way practice the sword, and those who practice deeply practice the spirit. This spirit is the spirit of the sword, and it is also the soul of the sword.
."
"Every master of swordsmanship has two souls, the essence and the sword soul. But the two souls are one, so they should be divided into primary and secondary. We sword cultivators should take the lead. Only in this way can we control the sword. Otherwise, we may become
Use the sword to control people."
"The sword controls the person, the sword controls the person" Han Yi murmured to himself, thinking about the true meaning of the words of the middle-aged man in black robe, "Two souls are one, so they should be prioritized, and the talent is the leader."
"The power of the sword should come from the heart. This is the state of transforming the heart, using the heart to control the sword. The most important thing about using the heart to control the sword is to introduce one's own will into the sword. Is Zheng trying to release the will of the sword soul?
?”
"But if the will of the sword soul is released, what about the will of the other person? The foundation of kendo is that the man and the sword are one, with the body of the sword inheriting the power of the person, so the will of the other person should be the foundation."
"Spare your will, spare your will." Han Yi's eyes slowly became empty, as if he had entered a state of enlightenment. He muttered words and began to dance slowly with the Big Dipper Sword in his hand.
The power of the sword soul flows on the sword body, and the three-color air flow changes from fast to slow. Han Yi steps forward, his body moves fast and slow, and a faint killing momentum emerges.
"Whoosh--" The long sword stirred, and the air currents stirred up, but they were sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
"wrong."
The sword in Han Yi's hand changed, and the killing power was restrained and gradually integrated into the sword. Every time the sword was swung, people felt an indescribable chill and ferocity, which was extremely strange.
"It's still a little worse."
While muttering to himself, Han Yi made further adjustments, and the power of the sword soul also restrained and disappeared, as if it had been completely dispersed by him. However, the power of each sword he swung not only did not decrease, but actually increased twice.
"Sword power and sword soul are both products of the swordsman's practice of swordsmanship, and their existence depends on the swordsman. So the swordsman's will should be the will of the sword soul. Yes, yes, this is what I lack, the will, the will of the sword.
"
Han Yi danced his sword faster and faster, and the sword soul in the consciousness sea space emitted a fierce sword cry, hinting at the roar of an angry dragon. The Emperor Dragon Sword Soul was actually competing with Han Yi's will, and it was unwilling to give in.
Suppressed and controlled by Han Yi.
A pair of eyes opened under the illumination of three-color light, so cold and ruthless. They were the soul of Han Yi in the consciousness sea space. He cast a scornful look at the sword soul.
Purple light flows in the eyes of Han Yi's soul body, and a grand star pattern appears above his head. In the center is a purple emperor star, the purple emperor star that belongs to the emperor.
"The majesty of an emperor comes to you."
The terrifying majesty fell on the Emperor Dragon Sword Soul, competing with the dragon power emanating from it.
"Surrender."
The soul body shouted violently, and the emperor's voice shook the entire consciousness sea space. The sword soul trembled and screamed. Han Yi's soul body stepped in the void and came to the sword soul. He grasped the hilt of the sword soul with his immature hands, showing strong majesty.
It creates a double suppression with the soul power, causing the sword soul to tremble and not dare to move.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sword soul slowly calmed down and completely surrendered to Han Yi’s control. I’m afraid even the middle-aged man in black robe never thought that Han Yi would use such a simple and crude method to conquer the sword soul.
His original intention was to let Han Yi use his own will to guide the sword soul, reveal the characteristics of the sword soul, and unleash the true power of the sword soul.
"Senior, you have to worry about it next."
Once he had an epiphany, Han Yi grinned. The power of the sword soul faintly circulated around his body as he stepped, making his figure look like a ghost.
"call--"
The long sword slashed, attacking from a tricky angle. This sword was extremely sharp, ferocious, and arrogant, like a flower blooming from the underworld.
Death, along with it.
"When - boom -"
The middle-aged man in black robe did not block, but instead waved his sword and struck down with his sword. His twisted posture and the power he unleashed were not inferior to Han Yi's main attack.
The two were separated at the first touch. Han Yi and the black-robed man each retreated more than ten meters, tiptoed, and faced each other again.
"Dang-dang-dang--"
The long swords clashed, the space vibrated, and invisible ripples spread in circles.
The middle-aged man in black robe is surrounded by swords as heavy as mountains, and the power of the sword soul is extremely sharp. Every sword is heavy and sharp, unmatched.
Han Yi's body was filled with Shura-like killing power. The power of the sword soul was as sharp as gold, as vast as stars, and as domineering as emperor. Every sword was unparalleled and destructive.
The two of them fought swords back and forth for an unknown number of rounds, but neither of them showed any signs of being exposed.
"Hahaha, pain, pain."
The middle-aged man in black robe laughed wildly and looked at Han Yi from a distance, his eyes full of appreciation.
"You are very good. In just a short time, you have already faintly touched the realm of returning to nature. I am afraid that your achievements in the future will exceed those of this saint."
"Senior, that's ridiculous. I'm still far behind you," Han Yi said modestly.
"There's no need to be modest. I'm never wrong when it comes to people. You've passed the test here. It's time to give you your reward."
The eyes of the middle-aged man in black robes were focused, and he looked straight into Han Yi's eyes. A huge amount of information poured into his mind, and he was able to comprehend it. In addition to the inheritance of the swordsmanship of the middle-aged man in black robes, there was also the information contained in the entire Holy Tomb.
Layout drawing.
"On the journey of swordsmanship, if you want to reach the top, in addition to talent, you also need to be diligent. If you meet someone who is destined in the future, please pass on my teachings."
The sound gradually dissipated in Han Yi's ears, and his vision gradually became clearer. The figure of the middle-aged man in black robe had turned into golden light and disappeared. The long sword in his hand turned into a silver token, and fell to the tomb with a clang.
on the ground.
After passing through the fourth tomb chamber, there is an extremely huge space. At this moment, the golden armored guards, Ouyang Xun, Mu Laogui, Feng Laogui and Mrs. Ming have all arrived. They are looking at a huge palace in the center of the space.
Floating palace.
There is no doubt that the huge floating palace is the core of the Holy Tomb, and the coffin of Holy Gang should also be in the palace. Zheng Ke, the five half-saints, did not enter the palace. Instead, they all stood on the forest, looking up.
head looking at it.
"What should I do? This formation has definitely reached the eighth level. Even if the Holy Saint arrives, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through."
Ouyang Xun said, with a hint of fear in his eyes. Just now, the five of them were about to forcefully break into the palace, but they were all forced back by the large formation guarding the palace, and all of them were injured.
"With the eighth-level formation, I can't wait for the semi-saint monks. It's definitely not possible to break through forcefully." Mu Laogui said from the side.
"Since it is a formation, there must be a formation center. If we find it, we can break the formation." The golden-armored guard was unusually calm.
"This is an eighth-level sword formation. To find the center of the formation, you must fully activate the formation. I'm afraid the five of us can't even survive the first wave of attacks from the sword formation." Old Ghost Feng sneered.
.
"According to the reaction of the sword formation just now, as long as we don't cross the sword monument, the sword formation should not attack. Therefore, if we don't go too deep and use the sword monument as the boundary, we can advance and retreat in a controlled manner."
Hearing the golden-armored guard's analysis, the other four half-saints also reacted. They were all frightened by the eighth-order sword formation just now, but they had forgotten about it.
"In that case, let's give it a try in turns. One person activates the formation, and the others fully perceive the operation of the formation and find the center of the formation." Old Ghost Feng said.
"Okay, then I will come first. Elder Ouyang, please help me plunder the formation." The golden-armored guard glanced at Ouyang Xun, who nodded, and then he flew towards the floating palace.
Slowly approaching the sword monument, the golden-armored guard slowed down. It was not until he was within half a meter of the sword monument that the sword array was not activated. The golden-armored guard finally confirmed that the attack range of the sword array was bounded by the sword monument.
He no longer hesitated, his speed increased rapidly, he crossed the sword monument and rushed towards the floating palace.
"Buzz--" The sword array was activated instantly, and the one hundred and eight golden ancient swords suspended in the air around the floating palace emitted clanging sword sounds. The light flashed and instantly condensed into a blanket of sword light. Those sword lights turned into streaks.
The torrent of sword light attacked the golden armored guard.
In perception, every torrent of sword light carries the power of vast laws, and its power is completely beyond the level of a semi-saint.
The complexion of the golden-armored guard changed, the golden light on his body surged, the pattern of law appeared, and the domain of law opened.