Chapter 147 The Style of Sword Cultivator (15)
Although he has never practiced swordsmanship, Immortal Master Hua Xi feels that sword cultivators should not be like this.
But looking at Gong Yangyu's current state, Hua Xi is a little unsure.
While she was thinking, another disciple came on the stage, and then waved his sword lightly, and the other disciple involuntarily knelt down, as if to salute the eight-year-old female disciple.
The opponent's face was already red with anger, the muscles on his face were twisted together, and all the mana in his body evaporated into mist. He wanted to resist the pressure, but he still couldn't stand up.
The Zhengyi disciple just looked at his opponent silently. After confirming that the opponent could not stand up, he bowed and turned around to leave. He returned to his fellow disciple and continued to shake in a daze.
When the third disciple was about to come on the stage, Wanyan Lie raised his hand to indicate that it was okay.
The third Demon Sect sword cultivator was still a little unwilling. He raised his sword and wanted to step forward, but Wanyan Lie stopped him and shouted: "Don't go up, your sword heart is already unstable, now you want to Is your sword heart broken? "
"Isn't this the quality we should have as sword cultivators, Immortal Master?"
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Wanyan Lie nodded, then gently tapped the disciple's head, causing him to fall to the ground in confusion. ,
Instead of letting this disciple's sword heart be broken, it is better to take action yourself and give the other party a reason to retreat.
Asking others to take away his disciples, Wanyan Lie looked at Gong Yangyu and said: "Disciples, we admit defeat, but the most important thing is the competition between immortal masters. Gong Yangyu, can you Dare to fight with me!”
“Okay.”
Gong Yangyu walked onto the ring and stood in front of Wanyan Lie.
Looking at Gong Yangyu who seemed to be about to fall down at any moment in front of him, Wanyan Lie's expression gradually became serious.
The opponent's sword intent looks as misty as mist, and as vast as mountains. The powerful sword intent constantly switched between reality and reality, giving Wanyan Lie a feeling of being lifted up by a mountain.
Looking at the other party's confused eyes again, Wanyan Lie couldn't help but said: "You are still enlightened! Gong Yangyu, you are indeed powerful! Where is your sword?"
Spread it out Gong Yangyu asked doubtfully: "It's right here, can't you see it?"
Looking at Gong Yangyu's empty hand, Wan Yanlie's eyes became more solemn.
Although others may not be able to see it, Wanyan Lie can see a ray of sword energy lingering in Gong Yangyu's hand, which is also constantly transforming between reality and reality.
Everything can be turned into a sword. This is the magical power of every swordsmanship after its second transformation.
At this level, ordinary flying swords have little impact on the strength of sword cultivators. What is important is the understanding of the sword's heart and sword energy, and the application of sword moves.
Looking at this sword energy greedily, Wanyan Lie gathered his thoughts and said with a smile: "Gong Yangyu, I thought you were already a genius enough, but I never thought you would still surprise me. It depends on you The sword energy has been tempered for thousands of times, and it must have gone through countless life and death fights before it can reach such a state."
"Yes, playing the game for a month and starting over after death is nothing like a life and death fight. The difference.”
Hearing that Gong Yangyu had been playing the game for a month, Wanyanlie's mouth twitched, and then he said fiercely: "Are you insulting me?"
"No, I have been playing. "The Way of the Sword" is so fun. I was still playing it before I came here, and the monsters in it were very enjoyable to fight."
Wanyan Lie looked at Gong Yangyu coldly, feeling that he had been playing it before. All the emotions turned into nothing.
Withdrawing his flying sword, the black Tao Jue began to wrap around his flying sword. A strange buzzing sound resounded in all directions, making the arena seem like a ghost.
Subsequently, the black mist began to spread, and a large number of demonic illusions loomed in the mist, making the arena seem to turn into a ghost, releasing a frightening aura.
Sword light began to fly in it, and the ubiquitous sword energy rushed towards Gong Yangyu, but was dodged by the opponent with a hair's breadth.
Dao Jue and Wanyan Lie’s own golden elixir Tao Yun combined with each other and continued to spread. Seeing the strange Dao Yun slowly approaching, the expressions of the Immortal Masters of the Demon Sect changed greatly, and they immediately deployed their formations to resist this strange Dao Yun.
Hua Xi, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but take a step back. The leather drum was then called into her hand and she beat it rhythmically.
With the sound of detailed drums, the space on the side of Zhengzheng was continuously overlapped and expanded, and the twenty-foot space in front of him was expanded into twenty miles to resist the invasion of Tao Yun.
After releasing his magical power and isolating Dao Yun, Master Hua Xi breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he have enough energy to look at the field, and found that Gong Yangyu on the field still looked distracted. In front of the overwhelming Dao Yun, Gong Yangyu was as small as a lonely boat.
But for some reason, when looking at the opponent, Hua Xi felt that the opponent could not lose.
Although his temperament was completely different, at this moment, Hua Xi saw the unknown sword cultivator in "The Way of the Sword" in Gong Yangyu. Their figures overlapped at this moment, making her I couldn't help but rub my eyes.
But then, Hua Xi saw Gong Yangyu draw his sword.
Playing the game desperately for thirty days allowed Gong Yangyu to memorize every detail of the game with his body, almost becoming one with the protagonist of the game.
Facing Wanyan Lie's Dao Yun, Gong Yangyu, who was still in a daze, felt as if he had returned to the game again and saw the ubiquitous evil spirits in the game.
Although the Dao Jue obtained by Wanyan Lie is definitely not the same as the Dao in the game, the demons in Dao Jue have their own commonalities. At this time, Gong Yangyu keenly discovered the commonalities here. Then he struck out with a sword that was as thunderous as thunder.
The sword energy filled the air, and the sword light boiled. The bright sword light made Wanyan Lie's Dao Jue feel boiling, and caused flaws in his proud Dao Jue sword technique.
This flaw only lasted a moment, but when he realized that he had a flaw, Wanyan Lie knew that he had lost.
Sure enough, the terrifying sword light struck again, and the tiny flaws continued to expand under this sword, until the power of his sword was shattered.
Dao Jue, who had just blocked the sky and sun, suddenly dissipated, and the black mist disappeared without a trace at this moment.
The invisible third sword lies across Wanyan Lie's shoulder, ready to cut off the opponent's head at any time.
Half-kneeling on the ground, Wanyanlie ignored the burning feeling on his neck and stared at Gong Yangyu's hand, and couldn't help but said: "You are not Zhengyi swordsmanship! You are this What kind of swordsmanship is it? Why are you so restrained in my Daojue swordsmanship?"
"Why not? The name of my swordsmanship in the game is Zhengyi Swordsmanship."
"Don't worry. It’s time to mention the game! It’s impossible to show this kind of strength in a game!”
"How is it impossible? "Way of the Sword" is very fun. If you want to play, I will show you how to get started. I will almost pass it."
Hearing this sentence, Wanyan Lie felt that his The sword's heart was broken.
Let go of his hand and let his flying sword fall to the ground, saying bitterly: "I lost."
"Just admit defeat and grit your teeth."
“What do you mean?” Wanyan Lie asked doubtfully.
"I mean to beat you up."
One punch came, and Wanyan Lie was hit hard to the ground, leaving a fishy sweet taste in his mouth.
Pressing Wanyan Lie to the ground, Gong Yangyu waved his fist and said expressionlessly: "Bullying my disciples, right?"
"It's pretty powerful. !”
“Meow, you are quite talented!”
"When we are making trouble together, who are you!"
"Say, who are you!"
"Don't be silent, right? You are running like a bull, speak up!"
“Damn it, pretending to be dead, right?”
The arena became very quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of fists punching into the flesh, and Wanyan Lie’s increasingly faint shouts.
Hua Xi watched this scene in silence, and then determined that the sword cultivator was really not like this.
(End of this chapter)