Three hundred years...
Growing up?
This Wenqu Xingjun really doesn't regard him as a human being, but simply treats him as a ruthless breakthrough machine, right?
After practicing with his senior sister, Wang Shengfei reached the top of the Immortal Palace and thought about how he could quickly improve his current realm.
Kill the god.
The name given by Wenqu Xingjun actually has several different meanings and several different purposes that need to be achieved.
The first level is to cut off the word "Holy Spirit" that was deified in ancient times;
The second level is that Wang Sheng must kill a Taiyi Jinxian in full view, preferably a famous master among the great forces in the Immortal Saint Realm to achieve enough impact...
But no matter what, the most important thing is to make the forces and powerful people in the Immortal Saint Realm believe that Wang Sheng has really fallen and the Holy Spirit has really disappeared.
If this news was directly released, I am afraid no one would believe it;
If Wang Sheng was simple and had a play and pretended to die under the support of Wang Shan and others, few people would really believe it.
These powerful and powerful people are more powerful than the other.
None of the powerful people who can survive to this point are fuel-efficient lamps.
Wang Sheng must make this scene real and realistic. Even if he pays some price and takes some risks, as long as he survives himself in the end and the Immortal Saint World no longer pays attention to him, this is the best result.
How to implement this plan, how to implement it in several steps, how to use manpower and material resources, Xu Zhongliang has arranged it, and the task that Wang Sheng was assigned is to practice.
Emperor Qinghua will leave soon. This emperor has the great way to die. Even if he is besieged by the powerful, he can come and go calmly. It is perfect for him to involve part of the attention of the immortal holy world.
As for the reserves of the small fairy world, they decided not to embezzle them for the time being, and they would use them when they were actually in rebellion.
“Eternal Life…”
Wang Sheng looked at the sword in his hand and stood up to perform a set of Pure Yang Sword Songs. The Pure Yang Immortal Power in his body quickly flowed, and he also strengthened his cultivation.
But the increase is really too slow.
Half a day later, Wang Sheng was a little tired of practicing swords and stood quietly with the sword.
The senior sister also meditated in the hall to restore her cultivation that had been lost by rescuing the immortals and gods of the heavenly court; this kind of loss is difficult to supplement based on the skills of fellow practitioners alone.
The harmony of yin and yang is the principle of heaven and earth.
Wang Sheng stood there and breathed quietly, trying to see if he could realize it several times...
But soon, I couldn't help but smile.
The opportunity to realize is hard to come by, and pretending to have entered the state before enlightenment is not purely funny.
"Take it slowly," said Daozhu Wang, closing his eyes and feeling the rotation of heaven and earth, and the immortal consciousness gradually spreads on this star.
Half a month passed in a flash, and the star gradually calmed down, and the rescued old gods of the Heavenly Court have also begun to go into seclusion and practice.
Emperor Qinghua had quietly left, but he left both the Immortal Palace and his senior sister here.
As long as the Immortal Palace is here, Emperor Qinghua can sense whether this star is attacked. If it is attacked, the Emperor can use his magical powers to tear the universe and return to this place to support him at any time. He is not worried about the safety of Wang Sheng and the others.
However, the senior sister's progress in collecting her own incomplete true spirit was delayed a little.
Whenever Wang Sheng thought that he could not give his senior sister a stable "online" environment when he reached this point of cultivation, he felt helpless.
On this day, Wenqu Xingjun took the initiative to summon on the beach. Seeing that his senior sister was still practicing, Wang Sheng flew over with the Wuling Sword.
"Senior, are you looking for me?"
Xu Zhongliang smiled and said, "Well, the traces left by the Emperor are not ready for you, but I am the founder of Shushan Sword Sect after all. It is okay to give you some advice on your practice."
Wang Sheng was immediately happy when he heard this, holding the sword and bowed: "Thank you for your advice!"
"No need to be so polite. I have to be polite to you," Xu Zhongliang made a random move, and a handful of sand turned into a sand sword. "Come on, don't use sword control. You can try a few moves with me."
"Yes," Wang Sheng did not refuse and cheered up.
Revitalize your energy and condense your breath. The spiritless sword in your hand contains the fairy light. The sharp sword move in the Ziwei Tianjian is the starting point.
Seeing this, Xu Zhongliang smiled. The sand sword in his hand seemed soft and weak, but it was a very advanced realm. It was fast and slow, and the sword moves were a bit messy;
But Wang Sheng attacked for several moves, and they were all blocked by the sand sword.
After the Wuling Sword blessed his immortal power at this time, it was already considered a sharp divine weapon, but it could not hurt the sand sword at all.
At this time, Wang Sheng and others were fighting with him, and in fact, he rarely sought enemies in close proximity. Most of them directly used sword light, sword energy, or used sword control techniques to attack the enemy hundreds of feet away.
When you are close, it is often the moment when you decide the outcome.
But at this time, he was just like when he had not become an immortal and had not had a high level of cultivation. He had a strong force in the sword and counterattacked with moves.
In order to allow Wang Sheng to use it with great pleasure, Xu Zhongliang used a skillful force to counterattack Wang Sheng with the same force every time he faced Wang Sheng's sword move.
After more than ten moves, all the sword intents in Wang Sheng's body were ignited, and his move became more and more rapid. The sword shadow in his hand turned into a starlight, wrapping Xu Zhongliang in it.
Wenqu Xingjun was quite happy to see this. Wang Sheng's understanding of Ziwei Tianjian exceeded his expectations.
In this endless starlight, Wang Sheng's offensive continued and extremely sharp;
Sometimes it is like a meteor passing by, a comet falling, sometimes it is like a yang star exploding, the galaxy surging, and the sword moves are mixed with the artistic conception of pure yang and the artistic conception of Liangyi Tai Chi, which makes Wenqu Xingjun admire it repeatedly.
This is actually the result of practicing swordsmanship with several "teachers" such as Jingwu and Master Dao.
Wang Sheng’s sublimation of the sword path is accumulated bit by bit.
"Okay, let's get here first!"
Xu Zhongliang said, Wang Sheng woke up from a dream, leaped back and stood quietly on the beach as if he had woken up.
Suddenly, he felt his eyes gathering. Wang Sheng turned his head to look, but saw more than ten subordinates of Wang Shan, more than ten old gods of heaven, Wu Tianshou and several masters he brought in in the forest next to the beach.
Of course, there is also the lucky little white tiger.
Wenqu Xingjun said as if no one was around: "You have dozens of flying swords in your body, and use the sword-controlling technique to see me."
While speaking, the ancestor of Shushan Sword Sect snapped his fingers, and nine flying swords were formed around the sand;
Wang Sheng didn't dare to be arrogant. Nine rays of lights lit up everywhere in his body, but he also took out nine flying swords.
Among these nine flying swords, only five of them were used by Lingxi's treasures, and the other four were of a little inferior quality, but they were also top-notch immortal treasures.
Wang Sheng pointed his sword in his right hand diagonally at the ground, and pinched his sword with his left hand, and quickly drew a series of sword seals.
Wenqu Xingjun squinted his eyes and smiled. He drew the same sword seal with his left hand pointing, but the nine sand and soil flying swords around him were faster than Wang Sheng's flying sword.
Um?
Master Wang quickly discovered this and was a little surprised.
At this time, he could clearly feel that the immortal power used by Wenqu Xingjun to control his sword was exactly the same as the immortal power used by him.
Moreover, these sand swords were temporarily condensed, but Wang Sheng's flying sword was constantly nourished by his own bloodline...
The speed of the flying sword determines the power of the flying sword to a certain extent, which is also a sign of whether the flying sword operates well.
Why is the flying sword that I have cultivated in peace and mind not as good as the sand sword that this star king condenses casually?
Could it be...
What is the loophole of the program written by the pioneer?
Well, is there any other statement?
The King of Daoist felt curious in his heart. He pointed his finger at the front, and nine flying swords turned into the Nine Palaces Heavenly Evil Formation, roaring away at Wenqu Xingjun.
Wenqu Xingjun smiled slightly, his fingers were also a little bit, and it was also the Nine Palaces Heavenly Evil Formation, and he faced Wang Sheng's flying sword head-on.
In an instant, the sword roared through the sky, and sword lights spread everywhere on the beach, and sword energy scattered and scattered.
Eighteen flying swords attacked head-on, just like eighteen invisible people with extremely skilled body skills fighting on the beach. Both sides' sword formations were broken, and the similar sword moves on both sides looked more gorgeous.
After a while, two drops of cold sweat emerged from Wang Sheng's forehead.
He felt a little bit of difficulty.
Wenquxing's sand and soil flying sword is constantly becoming stronger. This is when the opponent does not provide additional immortal power, the more you fight, the stronger you become!
Gradually, Wang Sheng's nine flying swords fell into passive defense. Wang Sheng kept wielding his left hand's sword finger in order to change his moves, but he was always suppressed by Wen Quxing's nine sand-soil flying swords.
Soon, Wenqu Xingjun confirmed that Wang Sheng had already felt the difference between the two sword-controlling techniques. He gently raised his sword finger with his left hand, and nine sand and soil flying swords suddenly exploded, turning into nine streams of light to break through Wang Sheng's flying sword's defense and rushed to Wang Sheng's front.
Xu Zhongliang naturally would not hurt Wang Sheng. Nine flying swords of sand and soil were blown to pieces in an instant, and the force on it also quietly dissipated, sprinkling Wang Sheng's body with sand and soil.
Everyone watching the battle showed thoughts;
Wang Sheng scratched his head, his face a little embarrassed. He was actually quite confident in sword control.
However, when I think about facing the founder of Shushan Sword Sect, I didn’t feel much self-deprecating in my heart.
"Did you feel it?"
Xu Zhongliang asked with a smile.
Wang Sheng nodded slowly and said, "I feel it."
"What did you feel?"
"Well..." Wang Sheng pondered for a while, but couldn't tell the reason there, so he could only say one sentence: "The difference between the method of the sword."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Xu Zhongliang suddenly burst into laughter, walked forward with his hands behind his back, made a gesture of invitation to Wang Sheng, and said with a smile: "Let's talk while walking. This is my unique secret, and I can't be heard by these people."
The observers on the side also knew the rules and saluted the two and then dispersed.
"Actually, this is the new sword technique I have learned in recent tens of thousands of years." Xu Zhongliang opened his left hand, and strands of sand and soil flew over, gathering into a sand and soil flying sword.
But his palm shook slightly, and the sand and soil all dissipated, but in his palm, there was another nearly completely transparent flying sword.
"This is……"
"Sword Soul," Xu Zhongliang sighed, "This is the last piece of the puzzle of sword control. It was not compiled back then and passed it to my disciples, otherwise they could survive more people."
Wang Sheng was silent for a while, staring at the sword soul, a little confused.
But he knew that Xu Zhongliang took it out and wanted to teach it to him.
When I think of the power of the sand and soil flying sword just now, combined with the sharpness of my own flying cloud sword...
Chapter completed!