Chapter 820 Origin of Power (2) figured out this matter. Thoughts suddenly poured out in Liang Xi's mind like a tide: "The root of time is the control of power, although the martial artist's moves are not as powerful as those of a cultivator, he has absolute control over power, even down to every muscle.

Although the cultivator's moves are hugely powerful, when he casts his moves, he has to extract the true power from the dantian, and then through the operation of the meridians, he can only cast the spells after several changes, although these spells can be earth-shattering, but it takes time to operate the true power.

Compared with a cultivator, his advantage is that he doesn't need to buy time, and he can attack at any time. ”

When saying this, Liang Xi did not reveal that he understood the matter of tidal current.

Through the tidal current, the true power directly operated in the internal organs, and Liang Xi's speed of making moves was nearly twice as fast as that of ordinary cultivators.

So in terms of time, Liang Xi basically has no disadvantage.

Hearing Liang Xi's answer, the chess soul lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and his lips opened lightly: "Therefore, any cultivator must buy time to launch spells before fighting the enemy. It's just that according to one's cultivation and the power of the spell, this time is long and short. ”

When he said this, the chess soul had already raised his head, seemed to see through something, and kept staring at Liang Xi and smiling.

The soul-stirring smile is enough to make every male animal that sees her indulge in it.

Liang Xi was slightly distracted, and immediately reacted, sniffing and hiding his expression.

The two didn't speak again, crackling and falling constantly, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of pieces fell on the chessboard.

With the increasing number of black and white sons, the white sons, who had been forced into a desperate situation, gradually recovered their vitality, and gradually turned the situation back through continuous suppression in a small area.

The look on Liang Xi's face couldn't help but become serious.

The chess soul always had a shallow smile on her face, it was hard to imagine that such a woman as she was made, or she could not be called a human at all, actually had such a meticulous mind and chess power.

With a crisp sound, the white son fell to the plate, the sunspot was swept away, and the balance of victory had begun to tilt towards the white side.

Seeing this scene, Liang Xi's brows furrowed, thinking about how to take the next few steps in order to revitalize the sunspot.

After a long time, the sunspot fell.

Seeing this, the woman smiled lightly and said: "Many martial arts practitioners and cultivators in this world often think that having strength is powerful, just like thinking that a cultivator in the realm of pregnancy must be stronger than a cultivator in the realm of the hidden dragon, but you look at my mere white son, it can beat you dozens of sunspots." ”

As he spoke, the chess soul pinched the white piece in his hand and fell.

With a crisp snap, Liang Xi's sunspots, which had finally been revitalized, were in trouble again, and they had gradually revealed their decline.

Liang Xi's brows furrowed even tighter, as if he had grasped something in his heart, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't think of anything.

Qing Yue saw that Liang Xi's sunspot was in a predicament, and he was also anxious for him, but he still didn't make a sound after all, for fear of disturbing Liang Xi's thoughts.

The chess soul fell and continued: "In fact, a smart person, when his strength reaches a certain level, will find that the understanding and use of strength is as important as the size of the strength, and even more important than the size of the strength.

Liang Xi, do you know who is the person with the highest martial arts skills in the human world right now?"

Hearing the question of the chess soul, Liang Xi thought for a while and said, "Legend has it that because he was judged to be unable to cultivate the truth when he was a teenager, he practiced martial arts hard, and after eighty years, he became the Qingyuan Bai who decided the sword saint?"

"Well, it's him. The chess soul nodded, "According to the information of the ghost world, the power of Qingyuan's white sword technique, according to the level of a cultivator, has already reached the realm of fetalization, and for him, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea is just a matter of waving the long sword in his hand." ”

"So powerful!" Liang Xi's eyes widened in surprise.

Liang Xi didn't know much about martial artists, and the most powerful martial artist he had ever seen before should be Li Chang'an, who was blackmailed by him.

Thinking of Li Changan, Liang Xi couldn't help but think of the bell chick who would attack him with mental power.

"Sooner or later, I'll crush you under me!" Liang Xi snorted coldly.

Regarding the sudden change in Liang Xi's attitude, the chess soul opened her mouth slightly, expressing her incomprehension, but she didn't think much about it, and continued: "Qing Yuanbai's sword skills are not because of his strength, but because of his subtlety in control. If you can see his sword skills with your own eyes, you will see that he rarely encounters his enemies head-on, but wins by skill, and the weak against the strong. Although he is cultivating martial arts, although his strength is considered to be in the realm of pregnancy, but in the face of a Scattered Immortal-level cultivator who is one level higher than him, he still has a chance of winning, this is the skill of using power. ”

Liang Xi was silent, his brain was spinning rapidly, and the silver threads in his eyes became more and more shining from a wisp.

"Ahh

Kuroko crossed an arc in mid-air, landed firmly on the chessboard, and with a snap, the situation changed again, and after Kuroko embezzled a large piece of white, the two sides were stuck again.

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, the chess soul's face moved slightly, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he smiled slightly: "It seems that you comprehend quite quickly." ”

"That's a must. Liang Xi smiled secretly in his heart.

Sword Saint Qing Yuanbai used strength skills, while Liang Xi comprehended obscene skills.

During the two days of being in a coma, although his body couldn't move, Liang Xi's mind didn't stop thinking for even a second.

Previously, because of the increase in strength, Liang Xi fell into a dead end, always thinking of relying on the power of his own decision to crush the other party, so that he had been fighting the enemy head-on.

This trick really works when facing ordinary enemies.

The power to destroy the heavens and the earth, the gods and the Buddhas, can indeed make the enemy crushed to pieces in extreme despair, and at the same time, it can also deter others.

But this move, when facing an opponent who is stronger than himself, is quite unwise, and even a bit like a moth to a fire.

Through thinking, Liang Xi regained his rogue heart, or rather, the heart of a scoundrel.

In the case of supreme strength, he still uses obscene attacks, and tries to kill the enemy in one hit to preserve his strength.

Hide in the darkness and cut the necks of your enemies with cold light at the perfect time.

This is the survival trick that Liang Xi, who has participated in street fights many times, has mastered.

Now it is applied to the battle of cultivators, and it has also played an excellent effect.

Facing the one-horned lion king before is the best proof.

Liang Xi couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing Liang Xi's smug shake of her head, the woman smiled slightly, didn't speak, pinched a white piece and fell: "Go on." ”