Martial arts grade

Martial arts grades can be divided into superb, upper, middle and lower. For example, the sword killing technique, the heavenly sword technique, the Qinglian sword technique, and the dragon descending technique are superb martial arts, the killing sword technique, the heavenly evil heart method, the heavenly wrath sword technique, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending are the high-grade martial arts, and the dragon palm method, the life-killing chain sword technique, the mixed yuan gong heart method, and the longevity sword method are the medium-grade martial arts, and the arm fist, knife, gun, sword, and halberd are the low-grade martial arts.

The superb martial arts are hidden martial arts, and they need to be cultivated to the peak of the sixth layer before they can be cultivated. Cultivating high-grade martial arts requires excellent comprehension and root bones. Cultivating middle-grade martial arts and low-grade martial arts requires hardship.

The level of martial arts determines the upper limit of martial arts cultivation, and there is no necessary connection with absolute strength and true combat power.

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A month later, Yanshan, Liu Ruobai, Dugufeng, Meng Tian and Shi Potian came out one after another, with different harvests.

Yanshan's sword killing technique has broken through to the peak of the fifth layer, and the remnant body technique has also broken through to the peak of the fifth layer, and the speed of refinement is unimaginable.

Liu Ruobai forcibly fused the Heavenly Fury Sword Method and the Heavenly Fury Heart Method, and stood without breaking it, and the Heavenly Fury Sword Method and the Heavenly Fury Heart Method were actually fused into the peak of the sixth layer of the Heavenly Sword Technique, which was really incredible. Subsequently, the Heavenly Sword Technique broke through to the seventh layer.

Dugu Feng's life-threatening serial sword technique broke through to the sixth layer, and the mixed yuan gong heart method also broke through to the sixth layer, and the harvest was very rich.

Meng Tian fuses the Tiansha heart method with the sad sword intent, the heartless sword is clear, and the sword intent of the human sword is respected.

Shi Potian has a clear state of mind and comprehends the way of nature. The peak of the sixth layer of the Dragon Palm Method and the peak of the sixth layer of the Dragon Heart Method actually showed signs of fusion. Once fused, its power is immeasurable.

Deep in the mountains, in a clearing, Yanshan, Liu Ruobai, Dugufeng, Meng Tian and Shi Potian sat cross-legged.

Yan Shan said in a deep voice: "The big war is imminent, only by knowing yourself and knowing your opponent can you survive a hundred battles." Today's sword discussion focuses on confidants. Tian'er, let's have a contest first, how about it?"

Meng Tian nodded slightly, his eyes as clear as water.

After that, the two stood up and walked to the middle of the clearing, facing each other.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword in his hand, his expression was calm and calm.

Meng Tian smiled and slowly pulled out the sword of sorrow, unpretentious and without traces, and the dim sword body bloomed with strange brilliance.

Yan Shan stabbed out with his sword, Meng Tian swung his sword to meet him, and the two figures, one gray and one white, were as fast as the wind and as fast as ghosts.

The bodies were staggered, and the rusty long sword and the sword of sorrow kept colliding, and sparks suddenly bloomed, as bright as stars.

Yan Shan constantly changed his body shape along the strange trajectory, and each sword stabbed out, the angle was tricky, and it was impossible to prevent it. The rusty long sword body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura.

Meng Tian's expression was calm, his eyes were clear, and he responded to all changes with the same attitude, and the sword of sorrow could always block the rusty long sword in an incredible position. The body of the sword of sorrow bloomed with a soft light.

The blood-colored sword qi and the soft light crisscrossed and crisscrossed, stirring up a circle of ripples, and the energy dispersed in all directions, and everywhere it passed, the grass and trees were broken.

Meng Tian smiled sadly, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, or do the opposite, why not? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad about yourself, worry about the people when you live in the temple, and worry about the king when you are far away from the rivers and lakes." It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be happy? It will be said: The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy. Weisi people, who am I with the return? A song of joy and sorrow, telling all the things of life. As soon as the words fell, her eyes became dim, her expression was sad, her body and Tao were one, as if she was one with all things in heaven and earth, and the grass and trees were sad, and the wind and clouds changed color. She stabbed out with a sword, seemingly unremarkable, but possessing an irresistible magic. When the sword blade passed, the grass and trees withered in an instant, which was strange and unpredictable.

Yan Shan's expression was focused, and his figure was erratic.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

Meng Tian was as fast as the wind, turned into a phantom, and then disappeared, as if he was integrated with the sword of sorrow. The Sword of Sorrow suddenly turned into a soft light, as fast as lightning, and unstoppable.

Seeing this situation, Liu Ruobai and Dugufeng were stunned and surprised, and they unconsciously pinched a cold sweat for Yanshan. Shi Potian seemed to be unaware, immersed in it, and had no distractions.

That soft light flashed away and passed through Yan Shan's body.

Yan Shan's body instantly dissipated into nothingness, and it was just an afterimage.

The next moment, Meng Tian knelt on one knee, holding the sword of sorrow in his hand. Her expression was sad, her eyes were dark, and her crystal tears glittered with endless sorrow.

Not far away, Yanshan's heart fluctuated and he was frightened.

If it weren't for Yan Shan being broken and re-established, fearless of the sword intent of sorrow, and carrying the remnant body method, he would have died under the sword of sorrow.

However, at this time, Meng Tian was no longer able to fight, and the victory and defeat had been divided.

Liu Ruobai, Dugu Feng and Shi Potian had already been petrified, and it was only at this moment that they truly understood the terrifying combat power of Yanshan and Meng Tian.

Yan Shan came to Meng Tian and stretched out his right hand.

Clasped his hands, Meng Tian smiled, and stood up.

The ruthlessness under the sword and the fight to the death disappeared in an instant. A look, tacitly, the swordsman should be like this.

With a touch of his fingertips, Yan Shan secretly probed, and his face changed slightly. Meng Tian's breath is stable, and he still has the strength to fight. The next moment, Yan Shan was relieved. She is sweet, as she should be.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian returned to the three of them, sat cross-legged, and secretly breathed.

The five of them looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent.

At this time, Dugu Feng looked at Shi Potian and said with a light smile: "Brother Shi, let's also have a competition, how about it?"

Shi Potian nodded slightly, and said casually: "It's an honor!"

Before the words fell, the two had already swept to the center of the clearing, standing opposite each other.

Dugu Feng stabbed out with a sword, doing whatever he wanted, without a trace.

Shi Potian waved his palms to meet it, unrestrained, and in harmony with the natural avenue.

Seeing this situation, Liu Ruobai, Yan Shan and Meng Tian looked strange and thoughtful.

The two figures are constantly changing, the sword shadow and the palm shadow intersect, the virtual and the real are transformed, simple, direct and unpredictable.

The Dugu Wind Sword moves at will, the moves are simple and effective, the deadly serial swordsmanship has been diluted, and a new set of swordsmanship has begun to take shape and is slowly evolving.

Dugu Feng's body is like a swimming dragon, the moves are elegant and heavy, and the natural avenue is in harmony, and there is a trend that the blue is better than the blue.

Unconsciously, Dugufeng's eyes were calm, his expression was indifferent, and he was neither sad nor happy. A sense of peace arose from his heart, spreading in all directions, and everywhere he went, there was peace and tranquility. The body of the long sword is surrounded by pale white sword aura.

Shi Potian's eyes are as clear as water, his heart has no distractions, and he has no self and no action. A sense of peace arose from his heart, spreading in all directions, and everywhere he went, there was peace and tranquility. There is a faint pale white energy between the palms and fingers.

The same indifference, the same tranquility and peace, the same transcendence, no sword intent, and natural. Over time, I will see through the selflessness and step into the artistic conception, and it will come naturally.

Liu Ruobai, Yan Shan and Meng Tian were immersed in it, and their mood was detached.

The pale white sword qi and the pale white qi crisscrossed and collided, constantly colliding, stirring up a circle of ripple qi, and dispersed in all directions, without raising a trace of dust.

A breeze blew, and the grass broke into several pieces in an instant. The power of pale white ripples can be imagined.

After a hundred moves, there is no winner.

Dugufeng and Shi Potian looked at each other and smiled, each accepting their own recruitment, and a feeling of pity for each other arose.

This battle seems to be unremarkable, and the danger can only be understood by the masters.

Dugu Feng and Shi Potian returned to the three of them, sat cross-legged, and secretly breathed.

No need for words, tacit understanding.

At this time, Yan Shan looked at Liu Ruobai and said with a light smile: "Among the five people, Brother Liu's martial arts cultivation is the highest, and the four of us will wait and see." ”

Liu Ruobai smiled indifferently and nodded slightly. In the blink of an eye, he was in the middle of the clearing, as if out of thin air, without a trace.

Yan Shan was secretly frightened, this light skill can be equal to the afterimage body method.

Liu Ruobai stood proudly, his expression became indifferent, and he moved without wind in white clothes, like a fairy. A dark red long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, pointing at the sky, and the dark red sword body flashed with glittering blood, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Unconsciously, a touch of blood appeared in Liu Ruobai's eyes, and the dark red sword body continued to exude a rich blood-colored aura. The blood-colored qi soared into the sky, spreading in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the whole world turned pale red.

This situation is incredible.

Meng Tian's eyes were confused, and he muttered: It turns out that the blood-colored illusion really exists.

Yanshan and Dugufeng were dumbfounded, and Liu Ruobai was unimaginably terrifying.

Shi Potian's eyes were slightly closed, as if he had realized.

A few years later, the Blood Illusion and the Blood Sea Demon Knife fought, shocking the world and crying ghosts......

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