Time, another month passed.
Lin Yang, sitting quietly.
Since talking to Liuli last time, he hasn't made a move for a whole month, just sitting like a rock, and the dust on his body is covered with a thick layer.
This seems to be a waste of time. At this moment, there is only seven months left before his September deadline.
However, Lin Yang, who had been sitting still for a month, also had amazing changes in his body.
If someone watched by the side, they would be surprised to find that Lin Yang would enter a state of'breaking apart' from time to time.
His original intact body would be like a cracked clay figure, constantly bursting out some fragments, these fragments are not flesh and blood, seeming illusion and real, it is amazing.
At the beginning, Lin Yang was only partially broken, sometimes one arm was broken, sometimes half of his body collapsed, and the whole person was like a weathered statue, broken and broken.
After each fragmentation, Lin Yang's body will reorganize and recover in just a few hours. After each reorganization is completed, his body has an inexplicable mysterious smell.
This scene was too weird and mysterious, and it was incomprehensible, but only Lin Yang knew that he had found the way and was deepening his understanding of broken swordsmanship step by step.
broken.
It is to destroy the wonderful amount of attraction inside the object.
Lin Yang wanted to understand the true mystery of broken, the most direct way he thought of was to break himself!
What he could see most clearly was his body, every cell in it, even the particles inside the cell, Lin Yang was observing, realizing, and trying to break their connection.
As a result, there has been a strange change in Lin Yang's body over the past month.
Broken, connected.
Break again, reconnect.
Lin Yang almost wants to completely turn his body into blocks of building blocks, pieces of dust, torn back and forth, constant grouping, the pain during the period is needless to say, although all these are just the evolution of the spirit and artistic conception, but the soul The pain is the most unbearable torture.
But for Lin Yang, who has experienced the suffering of six reincarnations, it is no longer an obstacle.
A whole month passed, every time Lin Yang's body collapsed, the area was getting bigger and bigger, until today, it finally reached the extreme.
puff.
There was a crisp sound.
All of Lin Yang's body shattered into dust fragments in the sky, floating and dancing with the wind, as if it became fog, cloud, and wind.
broken.
Lin Yang completely shattered himself.
Although this was only a small step in his comprehension of the law of brokenness, it was already quite a remarkable achievement.
At this moment, the silver long sword that had already gone to sleep before appeared instantly, and the cold sword spirit flying swordsman coldly swept the flying'Lin Yang' across the sky, and finally a slight faint on his face as cold as iron for thousands of years. With the color of moving.
His two blade-thin lips trembled slightly, and he said two words: "Yes."
Speak.
Lin Yang didn't know what a shining Xeon was the Flying Swordsman in front of him, making him admire it, it was harder than climbing to the sky.
The long sword now only sealed his past sword intent, but in terms of the strength of the law, even the average saint would be ashamed.
However, Lin Yang had gotten a comment from the other side. If it were before the eternal age, he could almost frame these two words to the lintel.
"Haha, thank you senior for the compliment!"
In the void, I heard Murong Dabai haha and joy, that towering body was quietly reorganized in a whirlwind of debris, although he could not see the growth of martial arts spiritual power, it was significantly more than two months ago. There was a shocking aura.
"Leave the sword..." Flying Swordsman began to speak, and the whole person looked a lot excited.
His silver long sword was slowly raised, and the tomb of the sword was quiet for it.
The long sword flying all over the sky quietly suspended, the broken sword that covered the earth quietly stood up, all over the sky, as if a hundred thousand more spectators suddenly became interested in the two people on the ground.
Can this kid brought by Qin really understand the power of the law at the level of the Holy Path in just two months
Interesting...
"it is good!!"
Murong Bai nodded happily, and his whole body condensed vast psychic energy, and the fighting spirit was surging, going straight for nine days.
"You don't need a sword?" The Flying Swordsman suddenly discovered that Murong Bai hadn't picked up the weapon from the ground this time.
"Hey, the way to be broken, even my own body can be crushed. What is the difference between a sword, with and without? Besides, it's not a contest of strength at all, it's just the strength of the law, isn't it? "
Lin Yang finally understood.
From the very beginning, Qin Zhaozhong had no intention of really letting him raise the martial arts level to the holy realm directly from the transformation realm. That was impossible.
What he wants to improve is Lin Yang's martial arts level of combat skills, based on the Vulcan four-phase skill, and then let Lin Yang fully use his body's psychic energy to the endless peak.
If it is said that Lin Yang at the feast can reach the semi-holy level of combat power with the four-phase skill and flying sword, then once he truly understands the law of the holy way, Lin Yang's combat power can definitely reach [Sage] Realm, if coupled with the assistance of the peak-level Flying Immortal Sword and the sword spirit Qin Zhaozhong that the Fire Emperor helped to recast, it would not be impossible to kill the Lord.
This is a huge upgrade that [Combat Skills] and [Equipment] experienced at the same time.
In his previous plan, the masters facing the Xia clan could only temporarily avoid the edge by relying on the power of the golden flames of the Holy Light, and asked Jun to enter the urn, but this was very uncomfortable.
Once Lin Yang graduated from the tomb of the sword, in the future battles of the Nine Heavens, it would not be a question of escape to survive, but a question of whoever will die, the gods and ghosts will make changes! !
Think about it and feel like it's exploding!
Come!
Murong Dabai cried out strangely, pinched the sword with both hands, and the whole person seemed to be broken in place.
At this moment, there was no Murong Bai, no sword, only the terrifying sword intent that shattered everything passed through time and space, destroyed everything, and came straight to the flying swordsman.
"Good sword!!"
Flying Swordsman opened his eyes abruptly, and felt the unprecedented terrible pressure.
The silver sword in his hand flashed across the bright streamer, and instantly pushed the ultimate fast sword law to its peak.
People only felt that the flash of light in an instant, in a fleeting moment, there was a strong sword that had rushed into Lin Yang's law of breaking.
The peerless swordsman, the alternation of the old and the new, both of them are the sword intent that shocks the past and the present, and finally collided in the tomb of the sword with a shining brilliance that shocked the audience.
…
Time flows day by day.
It was another month, drifting away without a trace.
The situation in Xuantian City seemed to be more and more calm and unsurprising, but everyone knew that it was just the undercurrent before the climax.
Xia Family Garden.
"Subordinates, see Young Master!!"
A full thirty of the Xia Clan Spirit Army warriors who have completed their disguise are saluting Xia Xia respectfully.
Next to him, Xia Wou-ki pointed at one of the thirty warriors with a smile on his face, and introduced to Xia Xia:
"Young Master, you see, this one is [Zhao Tian] who is ranked 230th on the top of the list, but now he is the strongest [Xia Zhanhu] in our spirit army. Everything is done. Without knowing it, even the Imperial Court's inspection will definitely not be able to detect it."
"Xia Zhanhu, I have seen Young Master!!"
As soon as he was named, the leader of the Lingjun, who became Zhao Tian, immediately bowed and knelt, and the horror cultivation of a saintly level was quietly suppressed, and he looked like an ordinary high-level Heyi Ya. Saint.
"En." Xia Xia nodded noncommittal, and no satisfaction flashed in Samsara's eyes.
This kind of disguise technique can be easily recognized by him. So far, only the illusion technique from [Xietian Nine Transformations] can hide Xia's eyes.
Xia Wuji continued: "Look, next to you is Lord [Xia Fenghuo], and Lord [Xia Wuyun]..."
"Enough." Xia Xia waved to interrupt Xia Wuji's words, and stood up: "Dear soldiers of the Lingjun..."
"Little Lord!"
"Presumably you are already very clear about the purpose of coming to Xuantian City this time..."
"Subordinates understand."
The strength of the spirit army, horizontally and horizontally, at this moment, shouting together, it is even more agitated.
"Very well, I only have one request for Murong Bai!!"
Every time this name is mentioned these days in summer, there will always be a frightening cold light in my eyes.
"Murong Bai! I want this person to appear in front of me after the Nine Heavens Fight is over! You are the best fighters among our Xia Clan Spirit Army. Although Murong Bai’s combat power is a bit tricky, you are five. Name Sovereign! I believe you will be able to complete the task and bring that guy to me."
"Sure to live up to the expectations of the young master!!"
In the empty hall, only a sharp voice echoed.
The conspiracy has been completely arranged. There are five saints, five saints, and twenty strong semi-sages. Such a team can be regarded as a shocking force even in Tianyu, but now everything is Just for a name Murong Bai! !
The Xia Clan had to decide Murong Bai and the secret of the Shenzang behind him, and once Murong Bai had to confess the whereabouts of the Shenzang, it must have been waiting for him to have an unimaginable cruel ending.
And at this moment, there are still seven full months before the start of the Battle of the Nine Heavens.
…
For the Xia, this is seven months of weaving nets and waiting for fish and waiting for rabbits.
For other family giants, this is anxious, I don't know what the next seven months will be.
As for the thousands of sword spirits in the tomb of the sword, perhaps, the previous two months were two months when they tuned and laughed at Lin Yang, but the following days, for every sword spirit... it was a nightmare. .
"Hahahaha!! Come on, come on, who is next!!!"