The clouds and mist rolled, and above the zenith of the True Martial Space, two red spots of light appeared, as big as wheels.

The first spot is a humanoid figure with two fists and feet fighting.

The second spot is two humanoids fighting with swords.

Ye Changshang moved, and looked at the second spot of light.

"Buzz!"

The second spot extends down three rays, and below the spot, three more small spots appear.

Three small spots of light are written with quaint words: Sword Momentum, Sword Intent, and Sword Heart.

And below each light spot, there is also a horizontal row of small red squares, the eye color from light to dark, one end of the scale is zero, the other end of the scale is 10.

Changsheng guessed that this scale from 0 to 10 was probably to adjust the intensity, and the color change of the small squares was the same as the temperature change when casting the sword.

His mind moved again, and he selected the spot of "Sword Momentum", and then adjusted the scale to "5" in the center.

Ye Changsheng is no stranger to sword power, and it can even be said that he is very proficient in mastering it.

The so-called sword momentum is the momentum released by the warrior through the long sword, which cannot bring substantial damage, but can deter the opponent, reduce the opponent's fighting spirit, and shake the opponent's mind.

In the battle of masters, the weak side will inevitably not be firm, and the mind is wavering, and the original ten percent of the strength can only be exerted eighty percent, or even lower.

However, the strong side can stimulate itself through a strong fighting spirit, so that the original ten percent of the power can be exerted twelve percent!

Under the trade-off, do you need to talk about victory or defeat?

The deeper level of sword momentum is to take advantage of the momentum.

When the sword momentum emanating from the long sword in his hand fused with the surrounding aura, it was tantamount to obtaining a powerful blessing.

Those who are in power are like surging rivers and seas, like continuous mountains, and the momentum is integrated.

How can a person who has lost his power not feel cowardly and even defeated without a fight?

Ye Changsheng's earliest cultivation of the Xuan-level swordsmanship "Demon Dragon Three Styles" is the cultivation of sword potential, as early as the end of last year, "Demon Dragon Three Styles" has achieved great consummation.

His understanding of sword momentum is at the first level, and he has not yet reached the second level of borrowing.

Therefore, Changsheng chose medium intensity, presumably he could handle it.

The light spot of the zenith projected a pillar of light downward, and the landing point was opposite Ye Changsheng, ten meters away.

The next moment, a standing figure appeared, the light intertwined, and the flat shadow immediately became three-dimensional, turning into a full human form.

"Buzz!"

When the pillar of light was withdrawn and the light disappeared, the full human form had already turned into a man in white, a real man in white.

The height of the man in white is the same as Ye Changsheng, fat and thin, and his outfit is the same, if his face is not so blurry, he is almost another Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng looked at the sparring partner opposite, curious and interesting, and bowed slightly to the other party.

The sparring partner did not return the salute, but directly drew his sword and strode towards Ye Changsheng.

Eight meters away, Ye Changsheng was smiling.

Five meters away, Ye Changsheng suddenly changed color.

A tyrannical aura roared from ahead, like a sudden hurricane on a calm sea.

What's even more terrifying is that in the midst of the hurricane, an extremely hideous dragon head poked out, and the open mouth of the blood basin had already contained Ye Changsheng in his mouth.

Blood-colored cracks appeared on Ye Changsheng's face in an instant, and blood beads seeped out one by one.

Panicked, he instinctively backed away, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, trembling uncontrollably.

The sparring partner on the opposite side continued to stride forward, quickly approaching Ye Changsheng three meters, and the long sword was raised, posing in a starting pose.

This starting style, Ye Changsheng is very familiar with it, the first style of "Demon Dragon Three Styles", Tyrannosaurus Slash!

The sparring partner's sword moves were not drawn, and the light of the long sword flickered, but the sword momentum urged by this sword instantly skyrocketed to the extreme.

It was like thousands of armies roaring here, as if thousands of beasts were being driven in a narrow canyon, and they were crushing towards Ye Changsheng with an unstoppable momentum.

The sun and the moon changed color, the earth shook, the sound of thunder exploded in the ears, and the courage of mankind disappeared in an instant under the impact of this unrivaled force.

Ye Changsheng's face was pale, sweating like pulp, and under the instinctive fear, he took a few steps back again.

Thirty meters high, the middle buffer is only ten meters, and there are ten meters behind him and the sparring partner.

Before he knew it, Ye Changsheng had already retreated eight meters, and if he took two steps back, he was about to fall off the high platform.

However, at this moment, Ye Changsheng was unaware that his mind had been robbed, and he was only thinking about how to avoid the sword momentum roaring from the opposite side.

Take a step back again.

The sparring partner pressed forward step by step, and the long sword raised high was flashing with brilliance, and it had already accumulated its strength to the extreme, and it was about to be chopped down.

Ye Changsheng's heart trembled, and suddenly, a spiritual light flashed in his mind.

Almost instantly, the little dragon elephant power of the second layer of Futu erupted, and his left hand stretched forward, instantly posing a strange handprint.

The next moment, the handprint flashed with a faint Buddha light.

"Whew!"

The roaring violent aura, under the obstruction of this handprint, suddenly decreased a lot, allowing Ye Changsheng to breathe freely.

The flashing Buddha light of the handprints became softer and brighter, a kind of familiar calm, from the inside out, leisurely.

Ye Changsheng was at peace in his heart, standing quietly on the edge of the high platform, as calm as the earth!

Yes, the mudra he cast was the one he realized from the jade carving of the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

Patience is like the earth, and meditation is like a secret.

Enlightenment rose in Changsheng's heart, and the immovable seal he comprehended was like an incarnation that could carry all things, even if it encountered stormy waves, it could remain still.

It was this quiet power that allowed him to stand firm under the impact of the fierce and tyrannical momentum of the sparring partner.

However, this comprehension was too late after all, and the sparring partner on the opposite side, with the peak sword momentum and peak strength, slashed down with a sword.

Ye Changsheng had no way to resist, so he had to take another step back.

With one foot in the air, Ye Changsheng screamed, fell off the high platform on his back, and fell into the abyss of black mist rolling.

"Ahh

In the cultivation room, Ye Changsheng, who was sitting cross-legged, came to his senses and let out an exclamation.

His face was pale, and he was gasping for breath so quickly that he was already drenched in cold sweat.

The scene that took place in the virtual space was only a few breaths, but it was real and clear.

If it were in a real environment, he was afraid that he would die under that sword.

It is incredible, such a terrifying sword momentum actually comes from the "Demon Dragon Three Styles" that he is most familiar with.

The "Demon Dragon Three Styles" that I practiced before, is it fake?