Chapter 38 It's all up to me to defeat Senior Brother Lin
The essence of Shura Dao's Killing Sword lies in its weird power-generating method. It originated from the Western religion in ancient times, a spiritual practice book called "Yajur Veda".
It is characterized by three levels of strength, one level stronger than the other... but that's all.
If you don't understand this feature and use flying swords to block rashly, you will definitely suffer a big loss.
However, with Qingping Sword's reminder, Ling Yunpo would naturally not fall into the trap.
Possessing the aptitude for a natural sword bone, he has extremely strong ability to control flying swords. Qingping Jian only taught him once, and he immediately mastered it completely.
Qingping, Shuangsheng's twin swords, and Kaiyue, Changbing's twin swords collided in the air, and the latter immediately became a little difficult to control.
The ninth-level flying sword is naturally inferior to the tenth-level flying sword in terms of head-to-head confrontation.
Lin Duanshan's face was cold, and he quietly used the secret power-generating method of the All-Slaying Sword. The force on the two swords suddenly became a little heavier.
But he didn't expect that the force on the opponent's flying sword suddenly increased, overwhelming Kai Yue, and the long soldier was instantly forced to fly back, narrowly missing Lin Duanshan himself.
Lin Duanshan:??????
I just tried it once, why did you suddenly know how to do it?
He gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"The Killing Sword is simple and crude, and the method of exerting force is too easy to imitate. It's not difficult at all!"
"Look at my East China Sea Jade Coral Sword!"
Before he finished speaking, Kaiyue Changbing began to move around flexibly with his swords.
Qing Pingjian said lazily:
"The swordsmanship of the East China Sea Yuhu Sword and Penglai Yuqing Temple must be used in conjunction with the Talisman Array, otherwise it will just be a showpiece. You can just fight at will."
Ling Yunpo remained calm and quickly activated Qingping and Shuangsheng's two swords, easily breaking through the defense of the opponent's two swords.
Lin Duanshan's eyes widened and he was furious. It seemed that it was because he had set himself too high before, but in the end, he was put on all kinds of tricks by her junior brother in front of An Zhisu. At this time, he couldn't get off the stage at all, so he could only yell:
"Learning so much is all in vain, just watch me master the authentic Kunlun swordsmanship of Xuanmen!"
Before Qing Pingjian could speak, Ling Yunpo's eyes lit up:
Oops, I’m very familiar with this!
In just a few moves, Ling Yunpo used his extremely rich experience to suppress Kaiyue and Changbing with both swords. The Frostfall Sword took the opportunity to circle back and press against Lin Duanshan's back.
Lin Duanshan stood stunned on the spot, his lips pursed tightly and his eyes widened, as if he wanted to defend himself, but in the end he did not say anything.
An Jisu, who was watching the game on the sidelines, finally smiled and said:
"Junior brother Lin, thank you for your hard work this time."
"That's all." Lin Duanshan waved his hands dejectedly, and Kai Yue flew away to him, while the long soldier turned into a stream of light and got into the sword box behind him.
He turned around, not letting the two of them see his face, and just said in a low voice:
"I, Lin Duanshan, am not the kind of person who cannot afford to lose."
"Senior Sister An, your junior brother is extremely talented, but because your master is in seclusion, his swordsmanship talent has been wasted."
"Although he has defeated me in the way of swordsmanship, in the upcoming competition, Lou Zhizheng of Ziyun Peak will not fail to use his cultivation skills."
"Using Qi refining to cleanse the marrow cannot be done without extreme force. Anyway...you can do it yourself."
The light of Kaiyue's sword fell to his feet, and Lin Duanshan rose up with his sword and flew into the distant sky.
"Thank you, senior brother, for your permission!" Ling Yunpo shouted at his back.
In the distance, Lin Duanshan's sword light suddenly dropped half a meter, then flew up unsteadily, and soon disappeared.
"Senior sister." Ling Yunpo turned his head and asked with a smile, "How did I perform this time?"
"You performed very well." An Zhisu Rourou said, "Lin Duanshan is the senior brother of Jin Gang Peak. He is quite knowledgeable in swordsmanship. He knows many swordsmanship of other schools at a glance, so he has an extremely arrogant temperament."
"There are only a few disciples in Shushan who can be respected by him."
"The fact that you were able to learn his swordsmanship in a competition and make him put down his face and admit defeat shows that your swordsmanship talent, junior brother, must be outstanding."
Ling Yunpo knew that Senior Sister An said this, but he was afraid that Lin Duanshan's previous words would hurt his confidence, so he quickly laughed and said:
"That's natural! Huh, he is Senior Brother Jin Gangfeng. Didn't he lose to me in swordsmanship?"
Seeing his complacent expression, An Zhisu was also a little amused. She wanted to reach out and pat his shoulder, but for no reason, she remembered the shameful incident when she returned injured that night and had her junior brother take off her clothes and apply medicine.
The emotions in her mind became strange, and she retracted her half-stretched hand in embarrassment.
Then he remembered the time when Lou Zhizheng dropped the sword talisman. He was so panicked that he even shed tears.
However, the junior brother calmly wiped away his tears.
At that time, his face indeed shone with a confident smile that said he was "under control", and it still remains in An Jisu's memory.
Although junior brother is junior brother, but...
After all, he is someone who can be trusted and relied on.
Thinking of this, An Zhisu suddenly reached out and took Ling Yunpo's arm.
"Let's go, junior brother!" She said with a bright smile, "To celebrate your mastery of two-handed sword control, senior sister wants to give you a treasure."
"What treasure?" Ling Yunpo asked curiously.
"A tenth-level sword left by the master." An Zhisu blinked.
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Most immortal swords are arrogant.
In other words, it is easy for fairy swords to produce sword spirits.
With the sword spirit, you will choose the master, which is not so easy to use.
The flying sword left by Su Jian, the Master of Seven Kills, is called "Thunder Slayer". It is a tenth-level gold-type flying sword.
And he has his own sword spirit.
Because the character of this sword spirit is rather extreme, when Ling Yunpo first asked "Is there a tenth-level flying sword in the sword pool?" An Zhisu hesitated for a while, and finally did not inform him of the existence of this fairy sword.
In any case, it would be too outrageous for a disciple who has just learned the art of sword control to try to tame this extremely difficult sword spirit.
What should I do if I get hit too hard and my self-esteem is hurt?
However, today's duel between Ling Yunpo and Lin Duanshan made An Zhisu realize that his junior brother's talent in swordsmanship was extremely amazing.
In addition, because of Kunlun Mirror's previous actions, his true temperament was leaked, making Senior Sister An realize that Ling Yunpo was not just her obedient junior brother - he had matured to have his own plans and plans.
If that's the case, then why can't you trust him a little more and let him try to refine "Thunder Death"?
"Senior sister." Ling Yunpo's voice interrupted her thoughts, "You just said, what's wrong with this fairy sword?"
"Thunder," An Zhisu sighed, "it only recognizes immortals as sword masters."
"Immortal?" Ling Yunpo looked strange, "How many immortals are there in this world?"
Above the Yuanying level is the legendary immortal.
Immortals are extremely rare in this world. Many monks have never heard a word about immortals in their entire lives.
But everyone unanimously guessed that at least in the Orthodox Sanqing sect, each sect has an immortal-level Supreme Elder sitting in charge.
Why do people think so highly of a mediocre tenth-level sword like Lei Shu?
"Yeah." An Zhisu shook his head, "That's why it still doesn't have a sword master."