"Dear friends, since that's the case, other people don't have any interest in trying to come here. I'll leave it, and I will have the opportunity to learn more later." Yang Qian said slowly when he saw this situation.
"Okay, after seeing your brother's two hands-on movements, Yun Mou really doesn't have much fighting spirit anymore." The red-browed youth said with a wry smile.
Then he arched his hand at the crowd, and walked away on the sky of Chi Yun.
Seeing this, the rest of the blood gift and others also left with a heart full of thoughts.
In a blink of an eye, at the edge of the square, only Yang Qian and the young man surnamed Yun were left.
"Brother Yun, what else do you have?" Yang Gan asked lightly when he saw this.
"It's nothing, I know that you recently practiced a secret technique of yin and evil, and needed some external assistance. It happened that I accidentally obtained a small piece of pubic medulla wood, which should be just right for you." The young man surnamed Yun grinned and moved away from his sleeve. A piece of dead wood exuding black air was found in the middle, and he passed it directly to Yanggan.
"Yinmarrow wood! This thing is really useful to me. There are three thousand spirit stones, and it should be enough to compensate for the value of this thing." Yang Qian's expression moved, and he did not take the black wood, but drew out a spirit from his sleeve. The stone leather bag was thrown away first.
"No, I am willing to give this thing?" Although the black-faced youth caught the leather bag, he waved his hand again and again, and was about to throw the spirit stone back.
"If Brother Yun doesn't want Lingshi words, I wouldn't dare to accept this piece of Yin Marrow Wood." Yang Qian saw this, but his voice fell.
The young man surnamed Yun could naturally hear the firmness in the other party's words, and after a bitter smile, he could only put away the leather bag.
The underside of Yang Qian's mask was relaxed, and he raised his hand to take the black wood, and played with it for a while, revealing an expression of joy in his eyes.
"By the way, can I take a look at your true face again?" The young man surnamed Yun saw this scene, his expression gradually became a little strange, somehow, he mumbled such a sentence without beginning and ending. Words come.
"What are you talking about!" Yang Qianzheng condensed the movement of playing Kuromu's arm, and his voice became icy.
"Hehe, if you don't want to, just pretend that I haven't said it." The young man's heart jumped, and he said with a hurried laugh.
"Friend Yun Dao, don’t forget the vow you made. Unless I voluntarily, I will never tell my true identity, let alone think about other things, if I can completely forget about it. , Is the best thing." Yang Qian touched the silver face on his face and said very gloomily.
"Of course Yun remembers this, but you are so amazing, how can I forget it if I want to." The young man surnamed Yun replied with a sigh.
"Hmph, no matter what you think, but it's better to remember it clearly. When you see me for the second time, that is, your death date has come." Yang Qian said coldly, followed by a big sleeve. Shaking, it rose directly into the sky, and drove the clouds away.
The young man surnamed Yun stayed where he was, quietly looking at the back of Yanggan who was going away, as if he was completely demented.
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A dark shadow flickered in front of the stone house!
Liu Ming fell from the sky, his sleeves shook forward, and immediately an invisible force gushed out, pushing Shimen away.
The figure moves again!
He entered the stone house, and at the same time the door slowly closed.
Liu Ming sat cross-legged on the futon in the center of the room, and then raised a hand to put it in front of her eyes.
I saw the wound on the back of the palm suddenly turned into a few faint blood stains.
As his body becomes stronger, even if he doesn't use some recovery thunder spells, his own self-healing ability is enough to deal with ordinary minor injuries.
He moved his five fingers, seeing that they were all as flexible as before, and he was really relieved to pull down.
After Liu Ming pondered for a while, he touched the square sleeve with one hand and drew out the cyan dagger, and placed it in front of him for a while. At the same time, his mind couldn't help flashing the mouth behind Zhang Xiuniang. Snow white long sword.
Although I don't know what rank the sword weapon used by this woman is, it is unlikely that it is a high-grade spiritual weapon.
The flying sword technique performed by the opponent is indeed amazing, but he can faintly feel that Zhang Xiuniang has not really exerted the power of this sword.
In other words, this Tianyuezong genius disciple's magical power is pure and still far inferior to him.
But from another point of view, Zhang Xiuniang's flying sword technique is even more terrifying.
Liu Ming silently recalled in her heart that the woman threw the sword in her hand, and then turned into a snow-white horse, easily defeating the scene of the sword light emitted by the Qingyue Sword.
Obviously, Zhang Xiuniang's secret technique, which directly urges the sword weapon itself to turn into sword light, is much more sophisticated than the sword repair methods she uses now.
It seems that he still needs to comprehend that Taigang Sword Art, and I believe that there must be a similar high-level secret art recorded in the mystery of this book.
He used to have insufficient cultivation level and was unable to comprehend more things, but now that he has advanced to the spiritual master, he will definitely gain a lot from studying this book.
Liu Ming thought about it this way, put the Qingyue sword away, slowly closed his eyes, pinched the tactics with one hand, and instantly a bright light appeared in his mind, and a golden book appeared in the divine consciousness. The page slowly opened.
He sat cross-legged on the ground motionless, and started to scan the Taigang Sword Art quickly.
It took a full hour before he opened his eyes with a look, full of surprise.
"Taigang swordsmanship! Sure enough, there is this kind of sword repairing technique for manipulating the main body of the sword to break the enemy! After practicing this technique, it can kill the enemy and the invisible from a hundred miles away, and even the body and the sword are unified and the sword. Flying and other supernatural powers are other powerful methods derived from them. Very good, let me first see how this supernatural power is cultivated?" Liu Ming muttered, looking very excited.
Previously, Zhang Xiuniang's so-called "swordsmanship" was actually referring to the magical power of the sword.
It's just that the average cultivator still prefers to call this supernatural power directly the swordsmanship.
After Liu Ming took a deep breath, he closed his eyes again, and returned his mind to his mind.
In this way, a little bit of time passed, when Liu Ming opened his eyes again, his brows frowned.
It is so difficult to practice swordsmanship! Not only need to memorize countless sword art gestures, but also need to practice repeatedly with the mental power to control the sword weapon as desired. Then, by stimulating the mysterious connection between the mana and the sword weapon in the body, can the flying sword be used. Power can be used to the extreme.
According to the description of Imperial Swordsmanship in the classics, although different cultivation bases can make the power of flying swords completely different, if based on the proficiency of Imperial Swordsmanship alone, there are also several such as entry, Xiaocheng, Dacheng, and Dzogchen realms. The level of division, and the same kind of cultivation, the power is also worlds apart.
According to Liu Ming's estimation, the difficulty of practicing this swordsmanship is probably beyond the reach of the so-called "high-level spells".
Even if the cultivator's aptitude is not enough, maybe eternal life will stay at the introductory level.
The unity of body and sword in Imperial Swordsmanship requires at least the Xiaocheng Realm to be displayed, and the flying magical power of the Imperial Sword cannot be achieved without the Dacheng Realm.
Zhang Xiuniang was able to comprehend the supernatural powers of the sword and the psychic sword before she advanced to the spiritual master, showing the terrifying aptitude of her body with a psychic sword.
From Liu Ming's opinion, the imperial swordsmanship level of this peerless disciple of Tianyue Sect was only at the introductory stage.
Otherwise, the sword in the previous competition would not be as simple as hurting the skin of the fist with the sword's air. Maybe a sword can really open the palm of the hand.
Of course, if Zhang Xiuniang's swordsmanship was really cultivated to such a terrible level, Liu Ming would not pick it up with his fists at all, but would not hesitate to activate the full power of the heavy water bead and throw it out from a distance. .
Of course, in any case, this swordsmanship is also a method that can make its strength rise rapidly.
Although Liu Ming didn't expect to practice this method to an introductory level in just two or three months, he could barely manage to master the ease with which the Qingyue Sword could be able to get rid of the enemy.
When Liu Ming thought of this, he immediately shook his heart and took out the short sword from his sleeves, actually practicing authentic swordsmanship.
This is different from the general imperial weapon method. No matter what he throws into the air again and again, but if the dagger is stuck in the air for a while, it will fall directly tremblingly, or it will be mad in the air. Unpredictable, the sharp sword energy released from the sword can't really gather and form...
In this way, Liu Ming retreats in the stone house for half a month.
Just when he consciously finally felt some tricks to master swordsmanship, suddenly there was a ringing of bells outside the stone house!
Liu Ming had been told about the relevant things a long time ago, and naturally immediately knew that this was the sirens from the Sea Clan people, and hurriedly put the short sword away, got up and pushed the Shimen away.
After he strode outside, he saw the entire giant city commotion.
In the giant city, one after another flying boats, one after another, one after another, densely leaped into the air from various sect areas.
On the city wall, groups of soldiers rushed to the top of the city, and quickly erected huge rune crossbows, aiming them far away.
Liu Ming frowned, and with the black clouds under his feet, he lifted it to a high place. In a blink of an eye, he reached a height of hundreds of meters, and he could see the situation near and far away from the giant city clearly.
I saw that around the huge city at this moment, the dozens of pale silver towers all began to emit a strange light, and the utensils hanging on the top of the tower were buzzing non-stop, and the rhythm of the sound was all normal. No two, as if in a mutual echo.
At the same time, with a huge city as the center and a dozen high towers as fulcrums, a huge silver circle is faintly forming.
In the distance on the horizon, there was a loud rumbling, and a black line emerged out of thin air, and it became thicker and bigger in a blink of an eye, turning into a boundless black cloud.