"It doesn't seem to be that difficult!"

Long Yang pursed his lips, and said that the Cang Sword Technique was high and profound, and that it was simple and simple, it was nothing more than condensing the power to one point.

Just like drawing a knife and slashing, all attacks are condensed into a small part of the blade, and they explode in an instant, killing the enemy with one blow.

However, this is easier said than done.

From the shape of the weapon, the material used in the scabbard, the posture of holding the sword, the direction in which the sword is drawn, the degree of twisting of the body, the time and direction of the force from the arm to the wrist, and the flicking of the thumb of the hand holding the scabbard to the scabbard......

A seemingly simple blow to draw a sword actually involves hundreds of links, and each link can extend thousands of details vertically and horizontally.

It is because of these thousands of details that the sword drawing slash has developed from a simple move to a genre.

The same is true of the peerless learning of the Diancang Sword Sect, a straight stabbing action was played by them, made articles, and developed into a civilization.

Long Yang was very curious about the action of the spellcaster's clapping just now, the flying sword could burst out with such a powerful speed and power, which made his defense of the Eight or Nine Xuangong and the addition of the Heaven and Earth Law Phases feel in danger.

"If it's strong, it's strong, but it's a little bit worse."

Poof!

The demon sword of Longyang Town flew out, and with a sword cut off the person's head, the powerful sword qi erupted, and the phantom of the three-headed dragon loomed in the twilight-like sword qi.

These three-headed Jiao were originally supposed to be killed by Yang Jian and turned into a three-pointed two-edged knife, but the three-headed Jiao became the fate of Long Yang and was refined into the Demon Suppression Sword.

The moment the sword body swept past the broken neck, the three-headed dragon whined out, swam around the broken neck into the body, and then flew out with a small bead.

Elixir!

The new immortal realm is similar to the world of the gods, and the god-level powerhouse is equivalent to the Jindan Avenue, as long as the Jindan is there, even if the body is lost, it can continue to survive, and even reshape the body through special means.

However, without Jindan, not only is there no way to return to heaven, but also the opportunity for reincarnation is gone.

This is the sinister part of cultivation, success will lead to longevity and heaven, and failure will be a eunuch.

Seeing this scene, the faces of several other people turned green.

"The shaft is so vicious, it's just a matter of harming people's lives, and it even collects souls and refines souls, destroying people's cultivation."

After the Jindan Avenue, to a certain extent, the rules of life and death were freed, especially the rules of the Heavenly Dao of the New Immortal Realm were broken, and the constraints of the rules were even weaker.

Therefore, many people whose physical bodies have been destroyed will take other paths of cultivation, or even take away their lives.

There are many people in the Diancang Sword Sect who are specifically looking for body shells for big people, and some children of poor families have turned over and lived a life of jade in one fell swoop, and their families have since embarked on wealth.

All he has to pay is to give his life at the necessary moment for the owner to give up, and if the owner has a safe life, they will naturally be able to live a long life.

The price of selling more than 100 catties of meat for more than 100 catties of gold is very fair to poor families.

These nine people are equipped with stand-ins, and there is more than one, there is no shortage of men and women, who are tall, short, fat and thin, and all ages are complete, in order to experience a different life.

However, the golden pill is gone, the soul is taken away, and no matter how much the stand-in prepares, it is useless.

Long Yang laughed.

On the battlefield, everything is done, and the treatment of the vanquished is also unscrupulous persecution and oppression, knocking out the bones and sucking the marrow.

The so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality are nothing more than a cloth to wipe their mouths after eating bloody food, and a lie to make the captive livestock not run away and make trouble, and obediently lead the neck to kill.

"Ridiculous! If you don't have the consciousness of mortality, don't go to war!"

After speaking, Long Yang grabbed the Demon Suppression Sword in his hand, and then rushed towards the eight people like a swimming dragon.

He already understood the routine of the Cangjian Sect.

A little cold light came first, and then the sword broke through the sky.

However, like drawing the sword and slashing, the Diancang Sword also has the defect of being too strong and unsustainable.

There is only one chance to attack, and even if it does, it is only a stab, and if you hit the enemy, you will be killed, and if you don't hit, you will be killed.

Yes, although one enemy is eight, Long Yang is not afraid at all.

It's just a tiger without minions, and it can help me and me.

The eight members of the Diancang Sword Sect also understood the strength of their opponents, and they couldn't hit the proud peerless learning, so they could only compete in swordsmanship and sword qi.

However, Long Yang rushed into the crowd and fought in all directions at night with one move, and his ordinary moves burst out with unparalleled might.

The eight of them all felt that the mountains were overpowering, and the majestic sword qi rushed to their faces, and they were empowered, and their whole bodies were pressed and unable to move.

Although it was eight people besieging one, there was an illusion of being surrounded by the other party.

Eight people made moves at the same time, and the sharp sword light and majestic sword qi roared horizontally, especially when stabbing, the tip of the sword would always bloom a little cold.

The golden light in Long Yang's eyebrows was clear, and the vertical pupils opened.

The people on the other side all felt that their eyes were burning and they couldn't see, and when they forcibly opened their eyes, they felt that there were double shadows in front of them, and the sword full of power in their hands immediately froze, not daring to stab out easily.

In the blink of an eye, Long Yang's figure flew out of the encirclement, and the person who passed by him covered his neck in confusion, watching the three dragons fly out of his neck before realizing that he was dead.

He didn't understand how he could die, he only knew that the armor on his body was useless and didn't play the slightest defensive role.

"Kill!"

Nezha and the disciples of the Shilipo Sword Sect came over to cover up, and more than 100,000 people flew with their swords and fell from the sky.

The defensive array on the floating mountain was dismantled by Long Yang and immediately failed to function, and in just a few minutes, a huge gap was cracked, and the Shilipo Sword Sect just took advantage of the weakness to enter.

The disciples stationed on the floating mountain also rose into the air one after another and formed an array.

The sword qi was transformed into a sword, falling from the sky like a torrential rain, and more than 100,000 people cast ten thousand sword tricks at the same time, and the magnificent scene was full of visual impact and spiritual shock.

The disciples of the Diancang Sword Sect supported their sword qi to protect their bodies, and at the same time clasped their palms together, as if pulling a bed crossbow, and then slapped their palms, and the flying sword rushed out like a meteor.

The Diancang Sword was too sharp, and the disciples of the Shilipo Sword Sect had no experience in dealing with it, let alone that the speed of the flying sword could be so fast that it surpassed the limit of hearing and hearing.

Almost at the moment of seeing that little bit of coldness, the flying sword had already passed through his chest.

One corpse after another fell from the sky, and if they fell from such a height, they must have been shattered.

More corpses were outside of gravity, floating in the air along with numerous pieces of rubble.

If the Shilipo Sword Sect wins, the people who clean up the battlefield will help them collect the corpses and settle them in the ground, if not, then no one cares, and they can only drift forever.

Fortunately, the Shilipo Sword Sect once again achieved an overwhelming victory under the leadership of Long Yang and Nezha.

When the disciples of the Shilipo Sword Sect cleaned up the battlefield, occupied various important strongholds, and counted personnel and materials.

Long Yang snatched a palm-sized flying sword from several leaders.

"Thank goodness the key to control the flying sword wasn't destroyed!"