There was another ear-piercing sound of gold and iron clanging in the sky, the golden scale sword turned and flew back, the psychic soft sword trembled for a while, and lost the chance to attack Lu Ping again, this attack was evenly divided.
Ouyang Weijian's expression changed. Lu Ping's golden scale sword was able to grab his flying sword. Although his small swordsmanship is not the most powerful after being used, it is the most weird and unpredictable, making the opponent uncertain. When he realized something was wrong, the sword had already hit the target.
What he didn't know was that Lu Ping's divine sense was far superior to monks of the same level, and now he was no less inferior to monks at the fifth or sixth level of forging alchemy, and Lu Ping had "three pure pupils" on his body, and they cooperated with each other twice, but It was at once that he caught the body of the psychic soft sword.
It's just that the psychic software took advantage of the essence of the magic weapon after all. Although the golden scale sword caught the flaw and hit the body first, no one took advantage of it.
The fingers of Ouyang Weijian's hands changed like butterflies piercing flowers, and he pinched out one after another sword tactics. No, there was no trace hidden in the sword light and wind blade.
Lu Ping took a step back in the air, and the Golden Scale Sword drew a circle in the sky, which seemed to have pierced a river of heaven, and the torrent of swordsmanship rushed towards the light of the wind-bladed sword flying all over the sky.
The sound of a cracking explosion seemed to set off firecrackers in the sky, and a large number of sword lights and wind blades and torrents of sword skills were annihilated in the sky at the same time.
A breeze was able to pass through the spiritual riot caused by the collision of two small sword skills, and blow towards Lu Ping's face. A blue light flashed in Lu Ping's eyes, and the golden scale sword struck out horizontally, but it hit the empty space.
Lu Ping retreated quickly, and the golden scale sword suddenly turned into a slash in the process of stabbing straight in front of him. Amidst the crisp sound, the golden scale sword finally hit the psychic soft sword that turned into a breeze, but the soft sword was not knocked away by Lu Ping, but It was the sudden bending of itself that dissipated the force from the Golden Scale Sword. The body of the sword suddenly became thinner, and the tip of the sword swelled sharply, stabbing straight towards Luping.
This move was beyond Lu Ping's expectation. The Golden Scale Sword had no time to block it. While Lu Ping's figure retreated rapidly, the protective energy around him quickly propped up, protecting Lu Ping's figure in it.
Small magical powers for body protection! The water curtain is really cool!
Ouyang Weijian finally forced Lu Ping to use the small magic power of body protection. Ouyang Weijian smiled coldly: "What about the small magic power of body protection? The psychic soft sword is also known as "Ruyi sword". The small magic power that penetrates the opponent's body like a weapon.
The psychic soft sword pierced on the "Water Curtain True Gang", but it got stuck halfway and couldn't make an inch. Ouyang Weijian's cold smile froze on his face immediately.
How can this be? How could his little magical power of body protection have such a strong protective ability, it could resist a stab attack equivalent to a needle-shaped magic weapon, even though this time the stab attack had been weakened in advance.
The two or three colors of gold, blue, and blue flickered with each other, but the time intervals between them were different. Lu Ping's three-foot radius seemed to be a world controlled by Lu Ping himself. , the strength of the sword was weakened again, and then a sticky feeling adhered to the blade of the soft sword, making it difficult for the psychic soft sword to make any progress.
"Compared with monks of the same rank, the protective ability of this person's small magical power is much stronger, and it is almost no longer inferior to ordinary defensive magic weapons. No wonder this person has not used defensive magic weapons."
If Lu Ping knew that Ouyang Weijian thought this way, he would probably be dumbfounded. It wasn't that he didn't use the magic weapon for defense, but that he didn't have any magic weapon for body protection at all. This is a kind of strange thing of heaven and earth and weak water. This is the water attribute wonder thing of heaven and earth that Lu Ping obtained from Kong Liang after killing the kun fish demon. It is probably prepared for the Seven Treasure Thunder Gourd, but Kong Liang's cultivation base at that time was also forging At the third level of alchemy, it is impossible to condense the fourth treasure ban for the body of the Seven Treasure Thunder Gourd, so we can only leave the weak water to condense after the middle stage of forging alchemy, but it is not cheap for Lu Ping.
Although Lu Ping was amazed at the tyrannical power of the Seven Treasure Thunder Gourd, he did not intend to continue to achieve this treasure. Therefore, after Lu Ping got Ruo Shui, the first thing he thought of was to condense the fourth water-attribute wonder for his little magic power. things.
Once the psychic soft sword missed, he had to retreat quickly. How could Lu Ping give up such an opportunity to counterattack, the golden scale sword swung three times in a row in the sky, and three waves of swords rushed towards Ouyang Weijian.
How could Ouyang Weijian make Lu Ping take back the initiative so easily? The psychic soft sword in the flying back bounced back and returned to the size of an ordinary flying sword. It pierced out eighteen swords in a row in the sky. Eighteen sets of swordsmanship in "Merry and Happy Eighteen Swords" are condensed into one sword.
For a while, both sides abandoned their small supernatural powers to fight fast, intending to fight for the upper hand. The waves were already caused by the wind. Although Lu Ping's Qiandui Xuejian was sharp, it was restrained by Ouyang Weijian's wind attribute swordsmanship , unable to exert the continuous and continuous momentum.
Lu Ping's Golden Scale Sword came out again, and the momentum of the sword changed again. The Da Jiang Dong Go Sword Art was like a torrent, rushing towards Ouyang Wei Jian with an indomitable momentum.
For a moment Ouyang Weijian seemed to have an illusion, as if he had turned himself into a reef in the river, intending to block the progress of the torrent, but in the end it was a mantis acting like a car, about to be submerged and engulfed by the torrent.
The battle between Lu Ping and Ouyang Weijian can be said to be the highest level of the most outstanding young monks in the cultivation world of Beihai. The monks watching the battle below, regardless of their level of cultivation, all stared at the fighting skills in the sky, but in private they were distracted. Multi-purpose, voice transmission of spiritual thoughts, and friends who are acquainted with each other to comment on the level of swordsmanship, inheritance and transformation, skills against enemies, weaknesses in swordsmanship, etc.
After the two people in the sky gave up their powerful swordsmanship, although the fighting scene was a little less thrilling, it became more exciting. The sky was full of flying wind snakes and swimming swordfish fighting each other. fight.
Two people were in the sky, one seemed to be the source of the storm, and the other seemed to be the source of all water.
At this moment, Lu Ping misses the Shuiyou Sword a little. If he had this sword in his hand, Lu Ping would have another trump card in his hand. At least the invisible sword art, Lu Ping, had been able to exert the power of a small supernatural power, so that he could make up for the golden scale sword. The gap between the quality of the magic weapon and the psychic soft sword.
Lu Ping just thought of Shui Youjian, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have overlooked something.
At this moment, a great crisis enveloped Lu Ping.
It is Ouyang Weijian's natal flying sword!
Lu Ping did not hesitate at all, the Golden Scale Sword evolved into a torrent of swordsmanship again, but this time the torrent of swordsmanship did not hit the opponent, but formed a huge vortex around Lu Ping, which seemed to form a huge waterspout in the sky .
The monks watching the battle all looked at Patriarch Liu Tianling who was sitting at the head. This set of swordsmanship looked very similar to the waterspout that Patriarch Liu Tianling had become famous before the stage of advanced magic.
Although Patriarch Liu Tianling is not a sword cultivator, the supernatural power waterspout she successfully cultivated did borrow the swordsmanship formula recorded in "Linhai Tingtao Jue". Naturally, the practice method of the waterspout can be used for reference.
This time, Lu Ping turned the torrent of swordsmanship into a waterspout, but it was not for hurting the enemy, but for self-protection.
The light of the wind-bladed sword transformed by the psychic soft sword rushed towards the water tornado, intending to break the tornado completely, but it seemed like a mud cow entered the sea. However, immediately after the psychic soft sword, an invisible force turned into a The black thread that seemed to be able to swallow the wind flashed out, and there was a sound of metal and iron clanging. The black thread had already broken through the waterspout in one fell swoop, and slashed towards Lu Ping who was hidden in the waterspout.
However, the broken waterspout shrunk suddenly, but turned into a torrent of sword skills that circulated again, blocking the black sword light again.
The black flying sword broke through the stream, and the golden scale sword waited for work, and collided with the black flying sword's body, the golden scale sword flew back, the black flying sword failed to strike, but it created another opportunity for the psychic soft sword.
"Sure enough, you have hidden your strength, and you are able to transform the torrent of swordsmanship at will. How could it be that in the battle with Li Xuanliang, after using the supernatural powers of swordsmanship, you were powerless and unable to control it. But even so, you will lose today. The person who has hidden your strength You're not the only one."
While Ouyang Weijian's mind was spinning, the psychic soft sword took advantage of the opportunity when the golden scale sword was knocked away by his natal flying sword, and once again displayed a small magical power of swordsmanship.
This kind of small supernatural power of swordsmanship is quite different from the small supernatural power formed by "Merry and Happy Eighteen Swords", it is obviously a brand new kind of swordsmanship.
At this moment, Ouyang Weijian's natal flying sword also recovered from the collision with the Golden Scale Sword, and sprinkled a semicircular arc in the sky, as if turning into a folding fan, facing the knocked flying Golden Scale Sword A sudden blow: Another small magical power in swordsmanship!
Ouyang Weijian fully controlled the two kinds of small magical powers of swordsmanship. These two small magical powers seemed to be able to cooperate with each other, as if they were assisting each other on purpose. The chasing Liu Feng strangled towards Lu Ping.
"Although the Eighteen Swordsmanship of Merry and Happy is the most famous swordsmanship of our sect, my Xuanling Sect has thousands of inheritances, so how can only this set of swordsmanship be able to achieve supernatural powers!"
Ouyang Weijian felt cold in his heart, as if he had seen that Lu Ping would definitely be defeated by his unexpected combination of two sword skills, which was Ouyang Weijian's real trump card.
Sitting on the seat, Lin Xuqing inadvertently glanced in the direction of Patriarch Liu Tianling, with a faint smile on his lips.
Everyone watching the battle also shook their heads: "Defeated, this Lu Ping is still not as good as Ouyang Weijian after all!"
"After all, it was tempered in the fight with demon cultivators. The tempering between life and death is far from being comparable to hard work."
"This Lu Ping is not bad. Even though he was defeated by Ouyang Weijian among monks of the same rank, it is still an honor to lose. The sword skills of both sides are among the ranks of rare opponents among their peers."
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Just when everyone took it for granted that Lu Ping would admit defeat, a strange howl of swords suddenly sounded out of thin air, and an awe-inspiring sword intent shot up into the sky, as if to pierce the sky.
Some cultivators who like to hold magical weapons such as flying swords in their hands as decorations suddenly find that the flying swords in their hands seem to start to tremble uncontrollably.
Different from those monks who didn't know why, the faces of the real people in the late forging alchemy stage of the nine sects sitting at the top all changed drastically. The real person Lin Xuqing even jumped up, his expression fluctuated, and finally looked at the person next to him. Patriarch Liu Tianling still sat down resentfully, but his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.
The two small supernatural powers that Ouyang Weijian strangled towards Lu Ping seemed to be under an inexplicable pressure at this moment, as if they were about to escape from his control and disintegrate on their own.
Ouyang Weijian's complexion changed. Although he didn't know what Lu Ping was doing, he knew that this kind of influence must be caused by Lu Ping on the opposite side.
At this moment, the strange scream sounded again, and the Golden Scale Sword had returned to Lu Ping's hands at some point. At this moment, a huge coercion came directly to the psychic soft sword and the natal flying sword. , This coercion does not come from divine sense, but from sword intent, from a brand new realm of swordsmanship, a realm that can sublimate swordsmanship.
This is the realm of great swordsmanship!
Ouyang Weijian's face was pale. He could never have imagined that Lu Ping's swordsmanship had reached such a height that he could not reach.
"Lu Fangcai has been showing his weakness to the enemy all the time. He is using himself to hone his sword skills, and he is also forcing himself to use all his means, showing him all his trump cards, and then at the moment when he is most confident, use the sharpest and most invincible The means of defeating him will crush him in one fell swoop, causing him to suffer a complete defeat no matter in terms of swordsmanship or mental state."
Ouyang Weijian instantly understood Lu Ping's thoughts, and a look of resentment rushed straight up, and his face suddenly became distorted and hideous.
Ouyang Weijian's pair of small swordsmanship magic powers became vulnerable to Lu Ping's "Hai Na Bai Chuan" swordsmanship supernatural power, the sword light and wind blades all over the sky were like milk swallows thrown into the forest, attracted by Lu Ping's "Hai Na Bai Chuan Jue" and fell into it It seemed that a drop of water fell into the sea and disappeared immediately.
The psychic soft sword and the natal flying sword managed to get rid of the attraction of Lu Ping's swordsmanship supernatural power, and flew back to Ouyang Weijian. Under the suppression of Lu Ping's swordsmanship supernatural power, it would be difficult to do anything.
"This, this is the great supernatural power of swordsmanship!"
Among the many monks watching the battle, someone finally recognized the level of swordsmanship Lu Ping used.
Except for Daoist Daoist of the Nine Sects and Patriarch Liu Tianling, the rest of the monks were all in an uproar: Lu Ping has actually achieved a great swordsmanship! With only the cultivation base of the third level of forging alchemy, he can achieve the great swordsmanship supernatural power, which is second only to the thunder attribute supernatural power among all the great supernatural powers!