Jiufang Ming took out the jade slip and comprehended the innate ten thousand sword techniques again, and the three flying swords he conjured up could be easily controlled, turned, and even attacked.

Jiufang Ming waved his hands, and the phantom sword in front of him crossed the sky in a curved trajectory, leaving extremely gorgeous colors, Jiufang Ming remembered the scene in the Qingwu Mountain Range again, and thought that if nine phantom beasts of different attributes released the phantom power, they could form a rainbow.

Nowadays, it is very difficult to form a rainbow with a phantom sword.

Condensing and transforming the flying sword is a difficult thing in itself, the current limit of the Nine Directions is to conjure seven flying swords at the same time, and after the flying sword is conjured, if you are not careful, the phantom force will be reversed, causing obvious pain, and in serious cases, it may even lead to the complete destruction of the meridians.

The Nine Directions withdrew the Phantom Yuan Force, and the three flying swords disappeared immediately.

"Ten thousand innate swords, ten thousand flying swords. The Nine Directions pondered.

At the age of sixteen now, he has cultivated into a phantom warrior, which can be regarded as a stunning and brilliant appearance, and the sixth order of the phantom warrior can only conjure up three phantom swords that can be completely controlled, and seven is already the limit.

Innate Ten Thousand Blades, as the name suggests, can transform into ten thousand sword swords in the final stage of cultivation, and the transformation of flying swords requires majestic and pure phantom power, with the current cultivation of the Nine Directions, after being promoted to the illusion master, at most seven flying swords that can be controlled at the same time.

Jiufang Ming sensed that it was already dark, so he got up and walked out of the thatched hut.

In the morning, the yin air was in full bloom, and the breeze had no intention of stopping, looking at the ethereal distant mountains on the opposite bank, Jiufang Ming suddenly had a state of mind that was isolated from the world.

The place where Jiufang Ming lives itself is leaning on the boundless lake of the sect, living by the lake, it is very comfortable, and you can watch the wind and rain when you are fishing.

Looking at the smoke and haze in the distance, and watching the fish full of fish up close, the things in the outside world seem to have nothing to do with themselves.

"No wonder the old man loved this place. "There are words in the mouth of Jiufang.

Jiufang Ming felt the breeze on his face, and couldn't help but close his eyes and rest.

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"Jiufang Ming, fight against Wei Zhenghao!" Zhu Yangbing deliberately raised his voice when he read the name of Jiufang Ming.

Jiufang Ming opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the martial arts training ground.

I was so obsessed with the realm of selflessness that I almost missed this competition.

Finding that he was sitting on the martial arts training ground, Jiufang Ming got up awkwardly and dusted off his body.

It seems that Ming Feizhou brought himself here, Jiufang Ming looked at the high platform and found that Ming Feizhou was not on the high platform, and couldn't help but wonder.

"What kind of means does this old man have?" Jiufang muttered as he looked at the ground without a trace under his feet.

Wei Zhenghao looked at the young man in front of him silently, a little angry.

"Boy, I advise you to leave directly, lest I miss and hurt you, uncle. Wei Zhenghao raised his head, his eyes full of disdain.

If you don't speak, I don't speak!

The air suddenly filled the air with their respective fighting intentions.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's fight!" Jiufang Ming raised his arm, opened his palm, and then quickly retracted it.

The moment it was retracted, a phantom sword broke through the ground!

The smoke and dust filled the air, and Jiufang Ming held the hilt of the sword and showed a hint of a smile.

"Do you think you can win if you take the lead?" Wei Zhenghao also raised his sword and swept away the smoke and dust.

The light of the Phantom Element Force was intertwined, and there was not much collision between the swords.

Jiufang Ming resisted and avoided the battle with Wei Zhenghao, Wei Zhenghao was far inferior to Jiufang Ming in terms of body technique, and he couldn't touch the other party at all.

"Your phantom sword, that's it!" Wei Zhenghao saw that the pursuit was fruitless, so he put the physical flying sword in his hand into the storage ring.

Wei Zhenghao's cultivation is the fourth order of the phantom master, and on the premise that the cultivation of Jiufang Ming has not been fully exposed, Wei Zhenghao only thinks that Jiufang Ming is a beginner-level phantom master, because Jiufang Ming performed the illusion dust technique in public at the beginning, Wei Zhenghao felt at a glance that Jiufang Ming was a waste, and he must have an advantage in cultivation.

Wei Zhenghao looked up at the sky, condensed the phantom power of the earth attribute, and twisted his neck.

Jiufang Ming couldn't help but raise his vigilance, after all, everyone has their own killer weapon.

"Look how you run this time!" Wei Zhenghao laughed, but the phantom power in his hand did not stop instilling.

"Supernatural Sword!" Wei Zhenghao said in a low voice.

A giant sword broke through the sky and appeared above the head of the Nine Directions, with great momentum.

Jiufang Ming looked at the huge sword body, with a trace of disdain in his heart, but he still did not let his guard down.

The teenagers present were all amazed, and they were all looking forward to the day when they would be able to control the giant sword and stand in the sky.

"What a Supersword. A shabby-dressed teenager touched his swarthy face, pulled his messy hair to the side, and shouted loudly.

The people around looked at this miscellaneous disciple with mixed expressions, some disdainful and some sympathetic.

The boy lowered his head in embarrassment, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Senior Brother Wei's move, in terms of momentum, suppressed that Jiufang Ming a lot. A young girl played with the sachet and praised it.

"I see, this Wei Zhenghao is a strong outsider, can he control this giant sword?" Another girl snatched the sachet and played with it.

"Qitong, return the sachet to me. Zhu Yunshao was a little flustered when he saw the sachet being robbed.

"Okay, okay, here you go. Throw the sachet to Zhu Yunshao and said playfully.

"I know you like that Nine Directions, but you also saw that Senior Brother Wei is a fourth-order phantom warrior, and even those with weak Nine Directions Immortal aura can't detect it. Zhu Yunshao put away the sachet and said.

Yan Qitong's cherry lips opened slightly, and she wanted to say goodbye, but what she wanted to say was held back to the bottom of her heart.

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"Are you going to die obediently?" Wei Zhenghao stared at Jiufang Ming with some surprise, as the caster of the Heavenly Divine Sword, Wei Zhenghao naturally understood the power of this sword.

Because the martial arts training ground is protected by a phantom array, there is no need to worry about the martial arts training ground being damaged by this.

The soles of Jiufang's feet rubbed the sand and stones, and at the same time he was thinking about whether to use the innate ten thousand sword techniques.

If you don't use it well, you will inevitably be seriously injured.

Although he can dodge this sword by relying only on his body, Wei Zhenghao is not a fool, and when this move is released, he will definitely find another opportunity to sneak attack Jiufang Ming.

Faced with such a situation, Jiufang Ming frowned slightly, secretly annoyed that he was a little underestimated.

Conjuring up three flying swords, how can I deal with a giant sword, Jiufang Ming looked up at the giant sword above his head again, a little distracted.

"Shangqing Liuying Style!" Jiufang Ming's eyes widened, and he confidently said the name of this move.

"Innate Ten Thousand Sword Technique!" "Jiufang Ming urged the Phantom Yuan Force to conjure up three identical Phantom Swords.

At the critical juncture, Jiufang Ming thought of using the Shangqing Shadow to insinuate multiple swords with one sword, and when he was at the fifth order of the Phantom Person, he could conjure three swords with one sword.

This time, the Nine Directions Shadow directly used one handle to conjure up seven handles.

Thirty-seven twenty-one, twenty-one flying swords were arranged in unison around the body of the Nine Directions.

And what the Nine Directions really need to control is only three of them.

In this way, to transform ten thousand flying swords, only a few of them need to be controlled, and with the refinement of the Shangqing Liuying style, the master can transform a flying sword into a hundred or even ten thousand flying swords.

Jiufang Ming had an epiphany of the mysteries: "The origin of both is transfiguration, the innate ten thousand sword techniques need the supply of illusion power, and the Shangqing Liuying style needs the perception of the law of transfiguration." ”

"Your Heavenly Sword is mine!" said Jiufang Ming smiled mysteriously.

Wei Zhenghao hurriedly urged the giant sword to slash towards the Nine Directions, and the sword body of the giant sword swayed, slashing towards the Nine Directions at an extremely fast speed.

The dust stirred up filled the entire martial arts training ground, and Wei Zhenghao did not choose to continue to attack the Nine Directions.

Because in his eyes, Jiufang Ming is already a dead man!

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