Lin Tian used the first sword of the Burning Yang Nine Styles to make the sword emit scorching flames, which surprised the old drunkard. At the same time, Lin Tian was able to execute this sword in such a short time. The old drunkard was also a little surprised. Despite his words and deeds, his speed of understanding was really a bit monstrous.
"good!"
The old drunkard laughed.
Lin Tian smiled, and the Zhongling Sword burned even more fiercely. With one strike of the sword, the sky was filled with flaming sword energy.
For a time, the sound of clanking metal continued to be heard in this bush.
…
At this time, Bailianfang.
"ah!"
A roar resounded throughout the entire Bailianfang, making all the disciples of the Bailianfang tremble with fear.
The master of Bailianfang and others returned to Bailianfang from Burning Yang Sect. Except for the Supreme Elder, who was unharmed, the master of Bailianfang and others had their arms broken. You can imagine the anger and hatred in their hearts. At this time, a group of people gathered in a large hall. Only an elder who had been staying at Bailianfang was unharmed. He stared at the master of Bailianfang and others with a look of shock on his face.
The man's face was solemn: "It's really that..."
"Li Changfeng!"
The master of Bailianfang gritted his teeth, his face full of killing intent.
Like the leader of Bailianfang, the other two elders also had pale faces and bloodshot eyes. A group of them went to the Burning Yang Sect to ask for someone, but they didn't expect that the old drunkard would suddenly appear. Not only did Mu Hong die, but each of the three of them had an arm cut off, and even the treasures and pills collected over the years were lost. All gone.
At this time, deep in the hall, a loud sound sounded, like beating a drum.
The Supreme Elder of Bailianfang said coldly: "Ignore Li Changfeng for the moment, there is still half a month before the opening of the Demon Burial Valley. Li Changfeng will definitely let his disciples enter the Demon Burial Valley to experience. During this half month, he will try his best To improve the combat power of several core disciples, we must capture them alive in the Demon Burial Valley! As long as we obtain the complete Secret of Hundred Refining Techniques, the strength of our Hundred Refining Fang will increase hundreds or thousands of times. By then, we can kill Li Changfeng !”
The leader of Bailianfang and others gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with light.
On the other side, Qixuan Pavilion...
"Yi Zhengshang was killed by the Burning Sun Sect?!" The master of the Qixuan Pavilion changed his expression: "Damn it, when did he go to the Burning Sun Sect! And that Li Changfeng, that man actually returned to the Burning Sun Sect?"
"Pavilion Master, how should we do this?"
Someone said solemnly.
"Find this matter first, and then decide what to do!"
The master of Qixuan Pavilion said.
Next to him, another person said: "Pavilion Master, there is still half a month until the Demon Burial Valley opens."
"I know, let the disciples under my disciples prepare well, especially the core disciples."
Looking outside, the face of the master of Qixuan Pavilion was ugly. The strong man in the air can be regarded as the pillar of the sect, but now he has died like this. This is a huge blow to Qixuan Pavilion. However, he is now But he couldn't do anything for the time being, because Yi Zhengshang died in Fenyang Sect and at the hands of an old drunkard. As a person of the same era as the old drunkard, the Master of Qixuan Pavilion knew very well how terrifying the old drunkard was, and he could imagine that Yi Zhengshang was probably not unreasonable in this matter. Otherwise, the Burning Yang Sect would not Maybe he killed Yi Zhengshang without any scruples.
"Not enough success!"
The master of Qixuan Pavilion cursed and walked towards the depths of Qixuan Pavilion with a flick of his sleeves.
Almost at the same time, Qin Yougu received the news that Xu Yue had died in Fenyang Sect.
"It's your own fault." Yu Wushuang shook his head with an indifferent expression. Naturally, Yu Wushuang knew Xu Yue very well. Xu Yue went to Burning Yang Sect with everyone from Bailianfang. She had guessed something: "It seems that no one in the four major sects can match the current strength of that old drunkard." If I can block it, I’m still as strong as before.”
"Valley Master, which disciples will choose to go to Demon Bury Valley for training?"
A voice sounded.
Someone walked in, and he was also an elder from Qinyou Valley.
"Although the Demon Burial Valley is full of opportunities, it is also full of dangers." Yu Wushuang looked at the old woman who walked in and said: "It is still the same as in previous years. Only disciples who have reached the Consciousness Sea Realm are allowed to enter. This can reduce casualties."
"The Valley Master is right, and I think so too. After all, those dolls are still young and cannot wither away prematurely."
Come to humanity.
"Well, then I'll trouble Elder Sun."
Yu Wushuang said.
Elder Sun smiled, waved his hand, and then withdrew.
…
Fenyang Sect, Fengyao Gorge.
"Keng!"
The sword whistle was piercing, and the flaming sword light swept through the field control, scorching some nearby bushes.
In the bushes, two figures were fighting together. One of them was holding a long sword, the blade of which was completely covered in flames. The other figure was holding an ordinary dry branch. Originally, when the branch encounters flames, it will soon be destroyed. It should be completely burned, but the branch kept colliding with the flaming sword, but there was no damage at all.
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
The branches and the flaming sword kept colliding together, making a crisp sound of metal collision.
"The fourth sword, Fengjuan!"
A cold drink sounded.
Suddenly, strong winds shook the bushes, and dozens of flaming tornadoes appeared, making the air roar.
"Not bad, very strong!"
Another person laughed.
"White Lotus Sword!"
Dense white lotuses suddenly appeared in the air, and then the white lotuses quickly condensed into a big sword, flowing and shining.
The two fighting figures are naturally Lin Tian and the old drunkard. Since the old drunkard brought Lin Tian to Fengyao Gorge to practice, ten days have passed in the blink of an eye. In these ten days, the old drunkard is not only teaching Lin Tian The Nine Burning Yang Styles also hone the white lotus born in Lin Tian's sea of consciousness, making Lin Tian more comfortable in controlling the white lotus.
At this time, the flame tornadoes struck from all directions, and the Sea of Consciousness Lotus Sword ignored everything and rushed straight towards the old drunkard opposite.
"Ah."
The old drunkard smiled and pulled down the branches gently.
With a scoff, all the flame tornadoes collapsed. At the same time, the lotus sword seemed to be blocked and bounced away.
"The fifth sword, explosive flames!"
Lin Tian shouted.
As he opened the sword, the Zhongling Sword trembled, the air became hot, and the sky was filled with flames.
Now, when he performs the Nine Styles of Burning Yang, the power of the flames within the true essence is completely mobilized. It is much more powerful than when he integrated the true essence of flames into the Blue Thunder Sword Technique before. It is a qualitative difference. . He finally understood what the old drunkard said. Having refined fire crystals, he was indeed very suitable for practicing the Nine Burning Yang Styles.
"good."
The old drunkard praised it.
The two figures continued to fight in the bushes until another hour passed before they stopped.
Lin Tian squatted on the side, breathing heavily.
In the past ten days, although the old drunkard has been suppressing his strength, it is still very difficult for him to fight with the old drunkard. It feels like an ant trying to shake an elephant. However, despite being very tired over the past ten days, he could clearly feel that his strength had improved tremendously.
"In ten days, you have practiced the Nine Forms of Fenyang to the fifth form, and have become more proficient in controlling the vision of the sea of consciousness. It is considered very good. Compared with you ten days ago, your combat power has at least doubled. "After a pause, the old drunkard said with a smile: "I don't think you can learn the sixth to ninth swords in a short time, so there is no need to practice now. Next, I will teach you the essence of the tenth sword. , remember it carefully.”
"Huh?" Lin Tian was stunned: "The tenth sword?"
He remembered that there were only nine swords in the Nine Styles of Fenyang. Where did the tenth sword come from
The old drunkard grinned: "It is true that the Fenyang Nine Styles only have nine swords, but your master and I had nothing to do. I merged the previous nine sword styles and then came up with the tenth sword."
"you… "
Lin Tian stared, did he create his own Tenth Fenyang Sword? !
"Stop the ink stains and see clearly. I will only show it to you today."
As the old drunkard spoke, his whole aura suddenly changed. Lin Tian only saw that the old drunkard seemed to be performing all the nine sword styles from the first to the ninth sword of Fenyang. The nine sword styles were played by the old drunkard in a cycle, and they were slowly streamlined. , after dozens of breaths passed, the old drunkard slashed out with his sword.
"boom!"
In an instant, the entire Sealing Yao Gorge seemed to be shaking, and a sea of fire suddenly appeared in the sky.
Lin Tian stared at the sky tightly, only to feel that this sea of fire was extremely dazzling. The wisps of flames seemed to be condensed from the killing sword energy. He clearly saw a sharp-edged killing sword conceived there. In the sea of fire, it seemed that it was going to penetrate the clouds, no... the sky!
Staring at this sword, Lin Tiansheng was shocked. Is this... really a Yukong-level method
"Can you see clearly?"
asked the old drunkard.
Lin Tian recovered his mind, took a deep breath, and then nodded. The reason why the old drunkard spent dozens of breaths just now slashing out that sword was because the old drunkard practiced it for him ten times in a row, from slow to fast, and finally slashed out with one sword. After watching it ten times in a row, he Of course I remember it very clearly.
"The tenth sword, I named it Yan Hai, but it's just a name, it doesn't matter." The old drunkard looked at Lin Tian, squinted his eyes, and said: "This move is indeed very powerful, but boy, even if you learn it After using this move, you must remember that if you don’t have the cultivation of the Sky Control Realm, don’t use it rashly, otherwise your true energy will not be able to keep up.”
Lin Tian was slightly shocked: "The restrictions are so big?"
The old drunkard slapped Lin Tian again: "The Nine Styles of Burning Yang are the martial arts of the Sky Control Realm. The so-called Sky Control Realm martial arts were originally used for training by the strong Sky Masters, and this tenth sword surpasses the previous nine. The Dao Sword Style is naturally very demanding, do you think you can use it casually? If it were to be like this, wouldn't it be possible for the Body Refining cultivator to kill the Consciousness Sea cultivator if he used it?"
Lin Tian was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, what the old drunkard said did make sense.
After a pause, he looked at the old drunkard and suddenly frowned: "Old guy, I wanted to ask you before. I remember when we were in the Imperial City, I could still feel the fluctuations of your true energy when you took action. Why? When you beat Mu Hong and the others before, I couldn't feel anything? And it's been the same for the past ten days, as if you've become an ordinary person."