The second level is the Yin Mist Sword Intent of the Foundation Building Realm.

Jiang Ding's divine sense penetrated into it, and a flower in front of him was still a world filled with white mist, steaming water, the full moon hung high in the sky, and the clear light was sprinkled.

"It's a little more realistic."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, looking at a vague human figure in the shape of a blurred figure in the shape of a water vapor condensed in the fog in front of him, vaguely a woman of deep age, holding a sword-shaped mist light.

“…… Yin...... Fog ......"

Her mouth opened and closed, and the mist vibrated to make such a sound.

In the void, a divine consciousness-like power fluctuated in a complex and fancy way, fully demonstrating the cold, erosive, and hallucinogenic properties of the Yin Mist Sword Intent.

He didn't attack immediately, waited quietly.

“…… A kind of etiquette. ”

“…… The etiquette between sword cultivators who comprehend the sword intent is unique ......"

“…… Even if the next moment is about to face each other for life and death, one side of the head falls to the ground......"

Jiang Ding, who was waiting intently, was thoughtful.

It's not complicated.

Airplanes!

The shadow of the blue sun appeared behind him.

The terrifying aura of shattering, forbidden, and extinguishing the law spread in all directions, and within a radius of ten kilometers, it seemed that the endless white fog dissipated, leaving only the cold white fog within a hundred meters around the white mist figure still rolling and changing.

Vaguely,

The cold, erosive, hallucinogenic fine sword light flashed, trying to break through something, but once it was out of the range of a hundred meters, it would dissipate.

"Extinguish."

"My name, extinguish."

Jiang Ding whispered.

But it's a little uneasy.

There is no active attack, waiting for the opponent to make a move.

“…… Kenzi ......"

“…… Kill! ”

The voice of the vague figure trembled a little, but he refused to admit defeat, and the white mist flying sword condensed into substance, and the light was bright, breaking through the air, and reading to the sword.

In mid-air, one sword divided into six swords.

Another blur, dividing a hundred swords, forming a sword array, the formation pattern is pervasive, and the terrifying aura that far surpasses the foundation is permeating all directions

Waiting for the idle foundation monk will only be broken in an instant, and he will not have any intention of resisting.

"Sword light differentiation, six swords."

"The Foundation Building Realm is a little stronger than the Lihai True Monarch of the Jindan Realm in the Sword Dao Realm, and this Yin Mist True Monarch is not an idle person among the Yuanying Cultivators."

Jiang Ding admired.

The Hundred Sword Mist Array fell, enveloping all directions, blocking and cutting off the surrounding heaven and earth aura, and the Dao White Mist Sword Qi gushed out, crushing down with hundreds of times the volume, even the Jindan mid-stage monks had to bow their heads under this sword.

"Now, it's a little weaker."

Sonor!

A blue flying sword emerged in the void.

It didn't matter, but the aura was pervasive, and most of the hundred white mist flying swords trembled, and the sword body was transparent and hazy, as if it was about to dissipate at any time.

The White Mist Sword Formation was even more unstable, and most of the surging sword qi torrents like a flood directly turned into water bubbles.

"Illusion, illusion sword."

"If you believe, you will be true, and if you do not believe, you will be false."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He clearly saw that the other party's aura had rapidly fallen from the middle stage of the Jindan to the appearance of a monk barely comparable to the early stage of the Jindan.

"When this Yin Mist True Monarch was building the foundation realm, he must be a Tianjiao Junjie figure similar to the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's alternate Daozi."

"Slash!"

Rumble!

The third-order magnetic field spiritual energy gathering array of the Dao Dao Dao Spiritual Energy Gathering Array flashed through the linear formation, and a violent air explosion sound resounded in all the hostile divine souls.

The speed of the Taiqing Flying Sword was extremely fast, and it disappeared into the induction of the Yin Mist Sword Intent.

Shout!

When it reappeared, it slashed sideways from the Hundred Mist Sword Array, and the ninety-six white mist sword qi stagnated, and the torrent of sword qi generated by the formation between them froze and did not move.

Then, in an instant, it collapsed.

There were only six sword light divisions with entities left, and the sword qi retreated backwards in a panic, and white mist was born in the sword qi, wanting to form a sword formation again.

"Okay."

"Among the same ranks, the monk who can take my sword has not met for a long time."

Jiang Ding exclaimed, a little satisfied.

Sonor!

Taiqing Flying Sword was even more excited, and with a light groan, the blue light was flourishing and disappeared.

"No!"

The figure of the white mist was frightened, and reluctantly formed a six-fold sword formation with six differentiated sword lights, surrounded by a circle of white mist, and the aura was strong, touching the side of the Jindan monk, and he could step over at any time.

It is enough to dominate among the foundation building monks, and it is invincible.

Click!

The six sword lights were struck by a terrifying huge force, and the five white mist flying swords were instantly cut into two sections, leaving a sword light representing the body of the Yin Mist Sword Intent with a wail, and a thumb-sized gap appeared, and the spiritual light was greatly dimmed.

"You can die."

Jiang Ding pointed a little.

Shout!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flickered again, and the blue light flourished, and it pursued with great victory, slashing precisely into it through the gap, severing it in two with a terrible crunch of metal tearing.

With another flicker, the azure sword light pierced through the blurred figure's eyebrows.

The sky is cracked, the space is shattered, and the illusion dissipates.

"It's okay, but it's not very fun."

The shattered sword intent on Jiang Ding's body flashed away, and his divine sense did not hesitate to probe into the sword intent of the third layer of the Golden Pill Realm of the Fog Spirit Bead.

A flower in front of my eyes.

Jiang Ding's sword intent and divine sense swept around, and his scalp exploded.

The sky, the earth, the four directions, all of them were shrouded in white mist, relying on the positioning of the destruction sword intent, and they could only barely lock in one direction, and in many distant places, the old woman in a rough sermon robe looked indifferently and looked at the sky.

"Chop."

She didn't practice sword cultivation etiquette like she did in the foundation realm, but just calmly spit out a word.

Whoa......

Within a radius of sixty kilometers, the white mist waves were the same, the wind was the same, tumbling endlessly, and the sword array of thousands of white mist flying swords took shape in an instant, condensing into a white mist giant sword that penetrated the sky and the earth, carrying the endless general trend of heaven and earth, and suppressed it.

"Jindan Peak!"

Jiang Ding's complexion changed.

All the divine sense, all the mana poured into the flying sword.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was shining brightly, wisps of golden net-like lines appeared on the sword body, the sword light was like the dazzling sun of the last law, and the Dao Dao Spiritual Energy Gathering Array within a radius of ten kilometers was intertwined, and it went straight up.

Rumble!

The White Mist Giant Sword and the Azure Bright Sun contended head-on, and the Azure and Pure White Spiritual Light annihilated each other for a moment.

Bang!

Countless blue and white rays of light spread in all directions, destroying dozens of kilometers of sky.

Vaguely,

A blue flying sword with extremely dim aura, the light of breaking the law on the sword body flickered, barely slashing through the middle of the white mist giant sword that had shrunk in a large circle, relying on the sharpness of the sword, forcibly cutting the white mist giant sword into two.

"Jindan peak sword cultivation, but it's ...... so"

Jiang Ding sneered.

A transparent flying sword, at some point, appeared on his forehead, and a sharp pain struck, interrupting his words.

My eyes went dark and I lost consciousness.

Outside.

Jiang Ding didn't say a word, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, who were presiding over the attack of the military formation, shook their hands, and a huge chaos appeared.

"Ugh."

The Killing Spirit True Monarch sighed, he had expected it, and with a wave of his sleeves, a cotton-like white cloud appeared out of thin air, dragging Jiang Ding's falling body.

The white clouds float up and climb to their original positions.

His consciousness swept away, and he no longer paid attention.

Three days later.

“…… It hurts ......."

Jiang Ding had a splitting headache, rubbed his head, and reluctantly sat cross-legged, falling into a quiet state of cultivation, while healing his wounds, he recalled every moment of the previous battle, and kept it firmly in his heart.

"Yin Mist Zhenjun, you remember for me what you did to me today!"

(End of chapter)