"Grass! Grass! Grass!" Ling Yunpo shouted three times in his heart.
The swordsmanship of the Taoist opposite was extremely advanced. Whether it was strength, speed, skill or judgment, he was almost better than him in all aspects.
If you face the sword from the front, you will be pressed down and beaten violently by the opponent; if you attack from behind, the opponent will see through it in time;
Detouring from the side, the opponent pointed his finger and turned the sword, directly disrupting his moves. If he failed to restrain him, he was restrained instead.
Ling Yunpo could only grit his teeth and use his Lei Sword to block the attack from the opponent's left sword. His Qingping Sword tried to wrap around the opponent's right sword, but suddenly he turned around and stabbed the man directly.
The opponent's right sword failed to block, and he took the opportunity to stab his right arm hard.
Ling Yunpo held the tip of the sword with his left hand, blood was flowing all over his hand, and he held it tightly to hold it down;
Using his right hand to activate his true energy, the Qingping Sword turned into black light and penetrated the chest of the Taoist opposite.
Done!
Almost at the same time, the flying sword that pierced his right arm suddenly disappeared, as if it was just a phantom from the beginning.
The Taoist's chest was penetrated by the Qingping Sword, but he did not fall to the ground and died. He just said indifferently:
"Sword bones, sword bones, a body of hundreds of bones and a treasure trove of hardware. How can you develop your edge without being refined in a furnace?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.
Ling Yunpo tensed his expression and cast a "Universal Voiceless Little Light Technique" on his right arm, and the wound healed quickly.
"What do you mean by that?" he said through gritted teeth.
"It should be telling you not to be afraid of harm, but to fight hard when it's time to fight." Kunlun Jing guessed.
"I think it means that your playing style is too conservative, and you are obviously afraid of being injured." Qingping Jian also analyzed, "In fact, you can play more unrestrainedly, and suffer some minor injuries in exchange for the advantage of the exchange of offense and defense.
Advantage."
"Really?" Ling Yunpo stood stunned for a while and sighed.
The Taoist priest just now was the first powerful enemy he defeated in a real sense when he traveled through time.
Before that, either they happened to have the means to restrain the opponent, or they used various tricks to avoid fighting... It can be said that the awareness of risk control has been engraved into the genes of the bones.
This is of course inevitable. After all, I am a spy in so many sects and play multiple roles. Being cautious is the minimum requirement.
However, this will inevitably affect his fighting style, and even form invisible and conscious shackles:
That is "don't fight with the other party".
Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo suddenly remembered that Senior Sister An seemed to have said similar words:
"...Although Frost has helped me a lot, it has also hindered my improvement in swordsmanship in some aspects."
"...When I encounter a strong enemy, I will subconsciously choose to avoid its edge rather than confront it head-on."
Yes, Senior Sister An originally used the same water-based fairy sword as herself, and her fighting style also focused on flexibility.
She has encountered similar problems, why did she only discover it now? She should have thought of it a long time ago!
Alas, senior sister, what are you doing now?
Ling Yunpo was thinking about his senior sister here, but on the twelfth floor of Bai Yujing, senior sister An was almost going crazy.
Starting from the third pavilion, the sword opponents become more and more powerful.
At the fifth pavilion, the sword opponent actually had already reached the Golden Core level. No matter how hard An Zhisu fought, in the end he was still unable to defeat the opponent head-on, and his defense was broken by a sword.
However, after the long sword pierced her chest, she was not directly teleported away from here like Ling Yunpo, but was reborn at the outer door of the fifth pavilion.
An Zhisu:………………
"Where is my junior brother!" She angrily activated the flying sword again and smashed it into the surrounding pavilions.
After pounding for a long time like a vent (the surroundings were still intact), An Zhisu finally calmed down again, but her full chest kept rising and falling.
Don't worry, don't worry... Phew, Junior Brother will be fine for sure. This is obviously a trial-type secret realm and will not intentionally harm the trialist.
I was defeated by the sword at the fifth pavilion. Didn't I die after being killed?
only……
At least teleport me and him to the same place!
An Zhisu calmed down his anger, and his face turned into a beautiful frost.
After standing silently for a moment, he picked up the Flying Smoke Sword again and stepped in with great anger.
At the same time, Ling Yunpo had already followed the tunnel and arrived at the second dungeon.
I saw the water on the ground suddenly rising up and condensing into a huge human shape, about seven feet tall and as tall as a bull. The urn raised its hands and said:
"My name is 'Wu Sheng'. I'm lucky enough to have fought against a sword-bone master. Please feel free to teach me."
"Please enlighten me." He returned the favor.
After the two of them saluted, Ling Yunpo shot the Qingping Sword forward, stabbing the giant man with a streak of white rainbow piercing the sun.
The giant man made a backhand move and knocked the Qingping Sword away like a toothpick.
Before Ling Yunpo could react, he received a heavy blow to the abdomen...but the giant man took two steps and was already in front of him.
The palms as big as cattails were clenched into fists, and he was beaten so hard that he was as stooped as a shrimp.
Ling Yunpo vomited out a mouthful of abdominal fluid, and a horrifying thought flashed through his mind:
He's actually a body refiner! We've agreed to compete in a sword fight, why don't we act according to common sense?!
"Sword bone! Sword bone!" The giant man did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He just took a few steps back and stood still, laughing loudly. "The skin is like copper but cannot be broken! It takes tens of thousands of hammers to make hundreds of steel!"
"It means that you need to learn how to be beaten in adversity." Qing Pingjian quickly reminded.
"I know!" Ling Yunpo had just finished his answer when he saw the giant man lift up his thick leg again and swept it with a fierce and fierce whip. He was so shocked that he could only roll around on the spot regardless of his demeanor as a swordsman.
Can barely escape.
Before he had time to stand up, he saw that the other party had stopped the half-kicked whip leg and switched to a "war trample" from top to bottom.
Ling Yunpo had just stood up at this time, and before he could stand firm or step sideways, he had to raise his sword to block it in a hurry. As a result, he kicked the sword and the person away, and his back hit the wall hard and broke.
How many ribs.
Sliding from the wall like mud, Ling Yunpo collapsed on the ground in a state of embarrassment. He reluctantly activated his true energy and added a "Universal Voiceless Little Light Technique" to himself.
This spell is worthy of being the first-level Taoist spell derived from the "Nine Heavens Qingwei Entry Mantra". It is perfect for restoring blood. Whether it is bleeding, bruises or fractures, give yourself a slap and you will be able to recover in a few breaths.
While he was recovering from his injuries, the opponent did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but just watched with arms folded.
Ling Yunpo could then confirm that this level was indeed about training himself "how to take a beating".
It's just that his experience in this area is almost zero... Whether it's Qiu Changtian who pretends to be invincible, Wei Dongliu who is unfathomable, or Luo Yan who relies on magic weapons, how can he have such an experience of being beaten like a dog?
"So what should we do?" Ling Yunpo was worried, "You have to learn to be beaten, but how do you know you have learned it? You can't keep being beaten like this!"
"Perhaps it's to train your ability to withstand stress." Kunlun Jing guessed, "When you are beaten until you are half dead and dying, but you can still barely maintain your fighting consciousness, will you pass this level?"
"No way! Next one!"
"I think you can try to offload your strength." Qing Pingjian said, "Since being beaten is unavoidable, wouldn't it be another feasible idea if we could try to reduce the damage suffered?"
"Release force?" Ling Yunpo asked in confusion.
You must know that when swordsmen fight against swords, they basically use flying swords to fight against flying swords.
Once the opponent's flying sword breaks through the defense and is killed in front of him, he won't even have time to release his Taoist skills, and he is basically dead.
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