puff!
Another mouthful of blood was spat out, and Luo Minghui, who was standing by, felt pain in his heart.
Yu Sheng has settled down at Luo's house and has become a part of the scenery. Every day he practices swordplay and fights with swords. If there is a third sword skill, it means vomiting blood.
"Uncle, are you okay? You vomited blood seven or eight times a day. Can your body bear it? Although we are using top-level elixirs to treat it, there is no guarantee that it will not cause any damage to the root!" Luo Minghui said with some shock.
He truly admired Yu Sheng, even though Yu Sheng was the instigator of the incident with Zhao Qinli.
After swallowing some pills, Yu Sheng couldn't stop at all. He also knew that doing so would actually put a lot of pressure on his body.
However, if he did not do this, the ten-year period would be right before his eyes. Although it seemed like there were only a few years left, he had no idea.
He naturally knew that Lan Ziyan agreed to the competition at this time because she must have a certain chance of winning. Yu Sheng had no idea how many cards she had up her sleeve.
But whether he knows it or not, he must increase his cards.
After countless battles, he finally comprehended the three styles and one realm of the sword. However, that was only a move after all. It must be supported by sword energy and sword intent to have real power.
After taking a breath, he looked at Luo Minghui beside him and said in surprise, "Are you okay recently? Do you want to fight with me? No one has fought with me these past few days, and my hands are itching!"
"Is it okay?" Luo Minghui was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "But I am a cultivator, and I use a flying sword to fight. Wouldn't that be too much of an advantage?"
Although it is a bit exaggerated that a flying sword can take off a person's head from thousands of miles away, it can still be done at a distance of dozens of meters.
The swordsmanship of immortal cultivators carries spiritual power, which can mobilize the power of heaven and earth. It is completely different from the sword meaning and sword energy of sword cultivators.
"Let's give it a try!" Yu Sheng took out Judgment and looked at Luo Minghui and said, "But for your sake, I won't attack you! Can you come at me as fast as you can?"
After a slight pause, Luo Minghui looked at Yu Sheng and said, "Is it really possible? In this case, uncle, won't you be at a disadvantage? If you don't attack me, my flying sword can keep killing you!"
"That's not necessarily true. Just because I don't attack you doesn't mean I can't destroy your flying sword! Be careful." Yu Sheng reminded.
Since it is just a practice, there is no need to be too demanding on the opponent's strength.
Luo Minghui was slightly stunned. He also wanted to know what the gap was between him and a master like Yu Sheng. The two were fifty meters apart. Luo Minghui showed his flying sword and said, "Here I come, uncle!"
With a whoosh!
I saw a magic sword stabbing directly towards Yu Sheng’s chest.
Seeing the sword coming at him with all its might, yet without the slightest hint of murderous intent, Yu Sheng smiled secretly, thinking that he had really been underestimated.
He waved his hand, and suddenly three sword lights flashed by. With a bang, the flying sword was instantly picked up and flew dozens of meters away and directly inserted into a wall.
"What? How is this possible, uncle, what did you do?" Luo Minghui rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Yu Sheng's speed should not have been very fast just now, but at the moment when he really drew his sword, he didn't even see how his sword was picked up and flew away. He didn't even have time to release his spiritual sense to observe.
Waving the Judgment Sword in his hand, Yu Sheng looked at Luo Minghui and said with a smile: "You can't do this. It's better to be a little more serious, otherwise it will be really boring!"
"Well! Then I'll be serious!" Seeing the difference in strength, Luo Minghui waved his hand, and suddenly the flying sword flew towards Yu Sheng to kill him again.
Ling Feng kills!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Most cultivators have few moves when using flying swords, but Luo Minghui has learned some pretty good immortal sword techniques under Luo Tianwei's training.
The speed of Ling Feng's killing move was extremely fast, and ordinary people could not see it at all. Yu Sheng seemed to be surrounded by countless swords in an instant.
It’s actually just a flying sword!
Luo Minghui looked at this move proudly, and said to Yu Sheng who was wrapped by the sword: "Uncle, this move is not bad!"
"Why don't you attack?" Yu Sheng asked back.
After a slight pause, Luo Minghui listened to Yu Sheng's question and said as a matter of course: "Grandpa and Dad both said that your cultivation is useless, uncle. I am attacking you now, you are not..."
Completely being underestimated, Yu Sheng smiled and said, "I have killed many Nascent Soul cultivators! Your skills are nothing. Come and attack with confidence!"
As he spoke, Yu Sheng swung the sword in his hand, and Luo Minghui's sword was knocked away again.
"How is this possible? My Lingfeng Sword was hit. Is it possible that even my eyes can keep up with it?" Luo Minghui said in disbelief.
Seeing his confusion, Yu Sheng secretly shook his head and said, "I didn't follow your sword, but you. You should know that when two people fight, they can feel each other's breath. It is this breath that allows you to judge the opponent's degree of danger, the hitting position of the moves, etc. But you obviously have too little actual combat experience, and you don't know how to check the opponent's intentions and breath, so your sword is actually a very rigid sword."
"Is that so! Then I won't be polite!" Nodding, Luo Minghui waved his hand, and the flying sword returned to his hand. Being slapped in the face twice in a row damaged his self-esteem.
You have to know that Yu Sheng has only been cultivating for a few years. If he has been cultivating for decades and still cannot defeat Yu Sheng with his profound skills, it would be so embarrassing.
Suddenly, the flying sword in his hand was activated, and dozens of spiritual energy around him gathered into swords.
"This is the sword technique of the immortal cultivator!" Yu Sheng said with a smile.
The sword of a cultivator is actually a magic weapon. Since it is a magic weapon, it is actually different from the sword used by ordinary sword cultivators.
“Take that!”
As he spoke, dozens of spiritual swords slashed towards Yu Sheng. The speed of these swords was very fast. Not to mention seeing with the naked eye, even with spiritual sense it would be difficult to find the pattern of these swords.
However, the next second, Luo Minghui was stunned. He saw Yu Sheng lightly waving the Judgment Sword in his hand, and the swords that had just arrived in front of him were actually smashed one by one by Yu Sheng!
"How is this possible? Although these are spiritual swords, they should be no worse than real swords!" Luo Minghui's face looked a little ugly, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his brow.
The current Yu Sheng was still very relaxed, and it was obvious that he hadn't even made a move.
"Why is this happening? I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator! My spiritual sword was broken so easily. This shouldn't happen. Is there something wrong with that sword?" Luo Minghui looked at the sword in Yu Sheng's hand and thought to himself that it must be a rare and unparalleled treasure, otherwise it would be impossible for it to destroy his spiritual sword.
(End of this chapter)