In the next five months, Wang Daoyuan followed Lei Yuan to various spiritual veins in the surrounding area to find second-level high-grade monsters to practice with.
Wang Daoyuan held back the monster, and Lei Yuan took the opportunity to steal the spiritual fruit and elixir.
In these five months, Wang Daoyuan's several spells have improved greatly.
The Jinpeng Dragon Fighting Technique only takes six or seven breaths to perform. The Jinpeng has a wingspan of more than twenty feet and can condense a thousand feather blades at a time.
The lethality of a feather blade is about three times that of the second-level mid-grade golden sword talisman.
If all the feather blades were shot out at once, his spiritual power would be completely exhausted.
Perhaps because the spell is incomplete, the number of condensed feather blades reaches a thousand, which is considered to be the limit.
He practiced for a long time, but he could only increase the power of one feather blade, but could not increase the number of feather blades.
In several sword cultivation techniques, his speed has also caught up with Li Qingquan's.
It only takes one breath to release the Ten Thousand Sword Art.
Moreover, it can only condense one long sword shadow at a time, which can be used instantly, and its power is about twice that of the second-level mid-grade golden sword talisman.
The Sky-Destroying Sword can be cast in three breaths, its length is still about twenty-five feet, and its power has not increased significantly.
It's just that the control ability is much stronger, and it can be used like an arm and a finger.
The ability to perform the Meteor Star Falling Technique has reached the level of two breaths and three shots, and the power has not been greatly improved.
His purpose is to defeat his opponents with speed and the power of spells. Without using his trump cards, it will be difficult to compete with the disciples of Setting Sun Palace.
There is only one month left before it is time to participate in the duel. Those who participate in the duel need to go to Qinglifang City to take the test first. Those who fail will be removed and replaced by others of the same clan.
It was he and his second brother Wang Daoxing who participated in the duel from the Wang family.
Wang Daoxing has also been guarding Linzhi Mountain, and the two left Linzhi Mountain together and headed to Qinglifang City.
When they arrived at the Netherworld Sect's headquarters in Qinglifang City, someone led them to a spacious courtyard.
This courtyard seems to be a place for monks to practice martial arts. The ground and walls are made of hard rock.
There were three monks wearing black uniforms of the Netherworld Sect in the courtyard. The three of them were standing in three directions holding swords.
There were about ten people standing at the entrance of the courtyard. These more than ten people were all foundation-building monks, wearing the clothes of various families.
Including the Yang family and the Liang family, they also sent people, and these people came to take part in the test.
There is something wrong with this number. The Netherworld Sect has a total of sixty foundation builders.
If the four counties are divided equally, Qingli County only has fifteen places, and the northern part of Qingli County should have five places. How come there are more than a dozen people in the northern part of Qingli County.
Not long after waiting, Yang Yong came to the courtyard and announced: "Because we have to deal with the remnants of the Zhao family, the three major sects cannot consume too much strength.
The originally planned number of sixty Zifu monks from each side was changed to nine Zifu monks from each side.
As compensation, the number of foundation-building monks participating in the duel is doubled.
Now let’s test the strength of the foundation-building monks participating in the battle. These three are elite disciples of the Netherworld Sect. Their cultivation levels are in the early, middle and late stages of foundation building respectively.
If a dozen of you can survive for thirty breaths under the hands of disciples with corresponding cultivation levels, you will be deemed to have passed."
Wang Daoyuan thought secretly: Since the elite disciples of the Netherworld Sect are so strong, why don't they directly participate in the war? Instead, they choose people from various families. This is obviously to weaken the strength of the subordinate families.
It was difficult for the Zifu monks to find a scapegoat, so the number of Zifu monks participating in the war was reduced.
There are so many scapegoats for Foundation Establishment monks, so it is natural to increase the number.
The Netherworld Sect pits its affiliated forces, and their methods are really fancy.
The Netherworld Sect was so willing to take part in the war, perhaps because they wanted their own monks to attract firepower.
None of the dozen or so foundation-building monks were willing to fight with the elite disciples of the Netherworld Sect first. They all stood at the entrance of the courtyard, not daring to go in.
The elite disciple of the Netherworld Sect who was in the middle stage of foundation building pointed at Wang Daoyuan and said arrogantly: "That monk from the Wang family came out to fight.
In order to ask your Wang family to take action, I have to make a trip in person, Senior Brother Luo. I want to see what your Wang family is capable of."
Wang Daoyuan walked directly into the courtyard, cupped his hands and said, "May I ask this senior brother Gao's name?"
The mid-stage foundation-building monk said with disdain: "My surname is Jin, and I am the great-grandson of Elder Jin. As for the name, you are not qualified to know it yet."
Wang Daoyuan was smiling all over his face, he looked harmless to humans and animals, and he was very happy inside.
If this kid is from a local or family background, then you have to be merciful and save face for him.
I didn’t expect that this guy was from a foreign family, or from the Jin family.
Outside Jinyan City, old boy Jin Yuguina humiliated the Wang family and the Li family. The Wang family did not have the strength to retaliate.
Unexpectedly, now there is an opportunity for fair and honest revenge.
This guy surnamed Jin, prepare to lie down and go back.
Wang Daoyuan took out his golden sword and stepped forward.
The monk surnamed Jin swung his long sword, and a black sword light flew towards Wang Daoyuan.
There was an evil aura in this sword light, so Wang Daoyuan would not resist it forcefully. The spiritual power on the long sword surged, turning into a phantom of the long sword.
The shadow of the long sword flew out and collided with the sword light.
The sword light was cut off directly, and the shadow of the long sword continued to slash at the monk surnamed Jin.
The monk surnamed Jin swung his long sword and smashed the shadow of the long sword into pieces. He said disdainfully: "He is still a sword cultivator, but his strength is not very good."
After saying that, he threw out the long sword in his hand and turned into a black poisonous snake, flying towards Wang Daoyuan.
This long sword is somewhat similar to the Tiger Soul Yinsha Banner. Both of them contain the soul of the monster beast in the magic weapon, and use the soul of the monster beast to fight.
However, his long sword is more advanced. The soul of the monster beast merges with the long sword weapon. The soul of the weapon becomes one, and its power skyrockets.
It was too late to cast the meteorite and starfall technique, and a single long sword shadow could not stop it.
He had no choice but to use Yunyan Escape to avoid the poisonous snake's attack. The spiritual power of the long sword in his hand surged, and dozens of phantoms of long swords condensed in one breath.
The black poisonous snake flew into the air, turned around and continued flying towards Wang Daoyuan.
Wang Daoyuan controlled all the long sword shadows and struck at the black poisonous snake.
After a breath, dozens of long swords collided with the black poisonous snake.
This poisonous snake soul has a long sword body and is extremely strong.
A head-on collision with the phantom of the long sword did not cause any damage.
After crushing all the phantoms of the long sword, the poisonous snake's spiritual power was exhausted and turned into a long sword again, returning to the hands of the monk surnamed Jin.
Only more than ten breaths have passed in the thirty-breath period, and it is not over yet.
Wang Daoyuan poured a large amount of metallic spiritual power into the long sword.
After three breaths, a shadow of a giant sword twenty-five feet long suddenly appeared.
Wang Daoyuan swung his long sword and swept towards the monk surnamed Jin.
The monk surnamed Jin took out a pitch-black shield and hit it with the shadow of his giant sword. The shield turned into the shadow of a turtle.
It is another magic weapon with the soul of a monster. This turtle monster seems to be very extraordinary.
The giant sword slashed forward but was blocked by the turtle shell.
The impact of the collision was considerable. The shadow of the giant sword was shaken away, and the monk surnamed Jin was also hit by the impact and moved several feet away.
The shadow of the giant sword only dimmed a little. Wang Daoyuan continued to attack, swinging the long sword to slash downwards.
The monk surnamed Jin raised his shield above his head and received the blow forcefully.
The sword struck from top to bottom, and he was unable to unload the force, and all the impact force of the collision was applied to him.
After the collision, Wang Daoyuan took a few steps back, and the monk surnamed Jin spit out a mouthful of blood.
The phantom of the giant sword has become transparent, but it has not been broken yet.
Wang Daoyuan struck down with his sword again, and the monk surnamed Jin turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared from the place.
The sword struck the ground, and the giant sword's shadow shattered, leaving only a shallow mark on the ground.
The monk surnamed Jin's escape method was no worse than Yunyan's escape. After half a breath, he appeared dozens of feet away.
It's not thirty breaths yet, and there is still a chance to attack again.
On Wang Daoyuan's long sword, the spiritual power fluctuated violently again.