During the one hundred and seventy years that Jian Wushuang has been in the Heavenly Sword Prison, he has fought against a large number of strong men, but most of the time he has been using those strong men to hone his swordsmanship and close combat abilities, but he has never thought about putting his hands on them. The other party was dead, and he thought that it was not the time for him to go on a killing spree.
However, when he saw the Dragon Cultivation World God today, he took action without hesitation and used many trump cards to kill the Long Cultivation World God.
He has only one purpose, and that is the secret technique in his hand.
"The Dragon Cultivator Realm God is recognized as the number one in Tianjian Prison. The body skills he just showed are indeed extremely terrifying. If my soul power could not lock his true body, he could rely on that identity to Crush me, ravage me." Jian Wushuang secretly admired.
The Dragon Cultivator Realm God is obviously only at the middle level of the third level, but it is because of this skill that he is ranked at the top of the third level.
Of course Jian Wushuang coveted the dragon cultivation world god's body skills.
Now he killed Longxiu Realm God and obtained the latter's secret body skills.
"The phantom of light is a secret technique that forms a phantom in the void at an astonishing speed and shuttles back and forth rapidly. It has a total of five levels."
"In the first level, three phantoms can burst out at the same time."
"The second level, nine phantoms!"
"The third level, eighteen phantoms!"
"The fourth level, ninety-nine phantoms!"
"The highest fifth level, when it explodes with all its strength, thousands of phantoms can appear in the void at the same time."
Seeing the introduction of this flowing phantom, Jian Wushuang was secretly shocked.
He had known before that the secret body skills practiced by Longxiu Realm God were very good, but he did not expect that they would become so powerful.
"This Dragon Cultivation Realm God relies on this secret technique to be called the number one in body skills in Tianjian Prison, but in fact he has only cultivated this secret technique to the second level." Jian Wushuang murmured. murmured.
The second level is where nine phantoms burst out.
When the Longxiu Realm God fought with him before, only nine phantoms burst out.
"The second level is so great. How terrible are the following third, fourth, and highest fifth levels?" Jian Wushuang exclaimed.
But he also knew that although this secret skill was great, it was not easy to practice.
The first and second levels alone are fine, as long as you keep practicing and mastering them.
But starting from the third level requires a very high threshold.
The Secret Technique of Flowing Light Phantom is a secret technique focusing on time and space. Starting from the third level, you have to rely on the power of time and space. Therefore, if you want to reach the third level and display eighteen phantoms, you must correctly One of the four supreme paths, the path of time and space, must have a certain understanding.
This is also the reason why the dragon cultivator world god cannot reach the third level of this secret technique.
After all, he has never understood the way of time and space.
"This secret body art is extraordinary. If I can practice it successfully, I only need to reach the first level or the second level, and my strength will be greatly improved." Jian Wushuang held on tightly. hands.
And then, he immediately found a secluded place and began to study the secret technique of flowing light phantom.
Jian Wushuang has a very high level of understanding, and the secret technique of flowing light phantom can only be practiced at the third level and beyond.
As for the first and second levels, they are not difficult to achieve. Tebi is the first level.
Thirty years have passed by in a flash, and during these thirty years, Jian Wushuang has reached the first level of the secret technique of flowing light phantom through continuous study and proficiency. In a deserted void, Jian Wushuang stood there. Suddenly, his figure moved, and three phantoms burst out at the same time.
Uh-huh!
Jian Wushuang instantly appeared in the void ten miles away, and immediately moved again.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
As Jian Wushuang's figure continued to move, the three phantoms he transformed also continued to move. The speed was astonishingly fast, and they were extremely flexible and weird, making it impossible to tell the reality from the reality.
After a long time, Jian Wushuang's figure finally stopped, and the three phantoms disappeared.
"This movement is really weird!" Jian Wu's eyes sparkled.
After mastering this movement technique, not only can his burst speed be more amazing than before, his body shape changes more flexibly, but also the three phantoms can also confuse the opponent.
In the fight, he can have the advantage.
"Although it is only the first level, it has greatly improved my overall strength, especially in close combat. As for the second level... I have been studying the first level alone for thirty years, and the second level It is extremely difficult and cannot be mastered without hundreds or even thousands of years.”
"Thousands of years are not short-lived. I can only master it slowly while practicing."
Jian Wushuang smiled, and then he continued to set out to break through the Tianjian Prison.
In the past, when Jian Wushuang was wandering around, he would rely on the power of his soul to deliberately avoid some powerful people, such as some true gods on the third level. When Jian Wushuang encountered them, he would usually choose to avoid them.
But now, Jian Wushuang is quite eager to fight those true gods at the third level.
In a dark land of nothingness, there is a purple palace on the mountainside.
Whoosh!
A young man wearing a bloody robe and carrying a sword appeared directly in front of the purple palace.
"Peng Yu is the true god!"
The majestic voice came out of Jian Wushuang's mouth and spread naturally to the purple palace.
In just a moment, a barefoot middle-aged man walked out of the purple palace.
"Are you Jian Wushuang?" The barefoot middle-aged god Peng Yu looked at Jian Wushuang, "You look like you want to fight me?"
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "I have to thank this Heavenly Sword Prison. If I were outside, I would not dare to fight against the true god, but now... True God Peng Yu, you will be the first true god that I have fought against since I have been practicing. I also I really want to see how strong the True God is!"
"In that case, let's fight." Zhen Shen Peng Yu didn't talk nonsense. He flipped his palm and took out a long black stick.
The two soon exchanged blows.
As soon as they fought, Jian Wushuang immediately unleashed his own strength. He even used the close-quarters fighting ability that he had improved over the years, as well as the secret technique of flowing light phantom. His own swordsmanship also reached its peak, but he still never used it. The power of one's own soul.
This battle was extremely fierce.
Without using the power of the soul, although Jian Wushuang has the advantage of comprehending the power of reincarnation, he is still inferior in ultimate skills.
Although this True God Peng Yu has never comprehended the power of heaven, he has created several types of True God's secret arts, and even some that are close to high-level. Relying on his powerful skills, True God Peng Yu still crushes Jian Wushuang. But he couldn't kill Jian Wushuang either.
(End of chapter)