Chapter Seventy-One: What Happened to the Impostor?
If you think about it the other way around, if you can cultivate to the level of the fourth stage. So how bad will this swordsman's own strength be? And with such a strong strength, his own talent will naturally not be bad, so why did he need to transform from a magician to a swordsman in the first place?
In this continent, those sword gods who have reached the realm of sword gods must also be very powerful beings in the realm of magic. In fact, no matter what profession it is, anyone who has cultivated to the pinnacle realm must also be a very powerful magician, and it doesn't matter what kind of profession he regards as his main business.
Everything in this world is based on magic. If you completely give up being a magician and switch to another profession, you will generally not have much talent. Then, no matter how hard you cultivate, you can't really stand at the top of the world without enough magic power as a foundation.
However, whether it is using a weapon as a combat aid or a weapon as the main body of combat, it can effectively improve one's current attack power, and it is this feeling that Bai Ling likes.
At this time, the water green sword in her hand was the long sword she created using shaping magic according to the appearance and sword intent of the green firefly sword. Although it is an impostor, at least it is made of Bai Ling's own magic power, and its power should not be underestimated.
The best way for a beginner swordsman to try to communicate with a sword is to infuse his magic into the sword. Although this aqua green sword originally came from the magic power of Bai Ling, she had long been accustomed to doing so in her usual practice.
Practice your hands with one move first, and the green firefly stabs!
As Bai Ling's magic power burst out, a water-green sword shadow became illusory, pointing impartially at the black tracking ball rushing towards the opposite side.
"Thorn-"
The skill of sword movement requires fast, accurate and ruthless. In this regard, Bai Ling would practice the green firefly spike hundreds of times every day. Repeat monotonously until each hit misses a single target.
Although the Water Green Sword was not as powerful as the Green Firefly Sword, the sword intent of this hit would never be less than any of Bai Ling's previous blows. This blow was fast enough, accurate enough, and ruthless enough with Bai Ling's best efforts. However, it still did not succeed in piercing, and only a clear crack could be seen.
And when Bai Ling had just finished his blow and was about to withdraw his sword, the tracking ball quickly flew towards Bai Ling, and the black halo seemed to become a little deeper. Seeing this scene, Bai Ling's pupils shrank suddenly. Because this is a change that only happens before the tracking ball detonates. Could it be that it's going to explode right now?
Immediately after, there was a soft sound of "Peng". The black tracking ball collided with the water-based stand-in spell that Bai Ling immediately released.
The next moment, it actually detonated. There was a loud bang, and the humanoid water mass was completely evaporated. Bai Ling soon reappeared at the far end of the explosion, staring at the black smoke in front of him in shock.
It's strange, shouldn't it be detonated when it touches the human body? Could it be the reason why it was cut by the water green sword?
If you only need to cut it to detonate it, then you can just dodge it as soon as you stab it. Bai Ling smiled slightly, already thinking about what to do next. A mound of dirt suddenly bulged from beneath her feet, tilting her body into the air. When she was about to fall, she made a graceful 360-degree turn in the air and landed smoothly, holding up the water green sword, as if she had already accurately calculated the distance. Fell directly in front of the golden tracking ball.
Just as Bai Ling unleashed the Blue Firefly Thrust again, an illusory golden halo suddenly appeared around the golden tracking ball in front of him. Suddenly, she found that her mental power lock had failed, and the golden tracking ball flashed illusory, cleverly avoiding the thorn.
Huh, Bai Ling looked at the water green sword in her hand in surprise, she clearly felt a strong mental interference, and the intensity was simply beyond her current self.
Bai Ling subconsciously looked at An Liubai, who was standing on the edge of the stage, and looked at himself with a smile.
This golden tracker seems to have gotten a little smarter, borrowing from the mistakes of the previous tracker and having its own tactics. It didn't rush directly at Bai Ling, but circled around her.
Although Bai Ling felt uneasy, he couldn't help but secretly admire, no wonder only a few students were able to make it through the second round. It turned out that the spiritual power of the teachers was so powerful, and he had not learned the kind of gravitational magic that Lan Tian used that could ignore mental interference, it was really a very high-end magic, and it was very difficult to master. What's more, Lan Tian was obviously using it to cooperate with his armor mercenaries, and he didn't have an autologous defense system like his.
Because of his confidence in his ability to control in seconds, Bai Ling was rarely injured. However, now even the powerful second control ability can't help him, so he has to lose in this second round? You can't always rely on this ability, Bai Ling never believed in luck.
But why do you still feel a little lost after all?
It's probably because I've always been too confident, but in fact, I chose to practice swordsmanship because of this. A swordsman who is not confident enough, or even proud, cannot become a powerful swordsman at all. Self-confidence itself should not be the part to blame.
But now Bai Ling is slightly regretting, if he is holding the Qingying Sword now, maybe with the help of a real ancient sword's own power, he can resist the gap in spiritual power.
Regret to regret. Although the Water Green Sword was a copy of the Green Firefly Sword, it was not enough to make Bai Ling immediately decide to admit defeat. What she wanted to cultivate was sword intent, not relying on the power of the sword itself. As long as you comprehend the true sword intent, even if you only use a mortal sword, its power will be earth-shattering.
Bai Ling snorted coldly and put the wand directly into the inner pocket of the school uniform. He left one hand empty, slowly closed his eyes, and swung the water green sword again.
Only by no longer relying on a wand can she become a pure swordsman.
The eyes are the most direct medium of mental interference, and it is obviously a good idea to close the eyes, although they will not be able to see, but Bai Ling can determine the location of the tracking ball with the help of elemental perception. Taking a deep breath, what she was going to perform now was her own swordsmanship, the Thirty-Six Consecutive Stabs of the Green Firefly Stabbing Style.
In the face of the extremely fast dodge speed of the tracking ball, the sword path in Bai Ling's hand also changed extremely quickly.
A dazzling succession of stabs, connecting the lines between two consecutive spurs, made the sword body unreal. As the only swordsmanship that Bai Ling would use, it was also a skill that Bai Ling decided to learn after careful selection. It has two ways to use it, the first is a single point attack, that is, thirty-six consecutive attacks at the same time in the same position, and the power is stacked. The second type is a group attack, which is an attack range within any space of one meter in diameter, and divides the entire space into thirty-six parts.
At this time, Bai Ling cast a group attack, focusing on the perception of locking the tracking ball, and stabbed thirty-six blows in a short period of time. And how short this short time is determined by the swordsman's cultivation, naturally the higher the cultivation, the shorter the time. As for lightning-fast attacks, maybe there really is.
However, at this time, Bai Ling just wanted to stab the tracking ball in an extremely fast attack, and he would go with one touch.