In the rest of the battle, thirty percent of them were defeated by the upper realm, which was far more than any time in the world in previous years. Even if it is a peaceful dispute, it is full of gunpowder, as if there is a deep hatred. After half a day, more than a dozen Sword Shrine disciples have been injured, and the most seriously injured person was pierced through the lower abdomen by a sword, almost grazing the edge of the sea of qi.

All the disciples of the sword mound were beaten out of the real fire, and at the beginning, a few people still had a little idea of reaching the end, but in the back, it was a heavy move. How terrifying the sword cultivation is to kill, and the sword mound sword intent is that kind of indomitable style, fighting with the momentum of fighting for life, and the people watching are terrified.

Although he knew that in order to break through this protective wall, he had to take more than eight steps to exert his full strength, but some disciples of various factions at the low point of the realm were still inevitably affected by the momentum on the martial arts platform. Some simply retired to their division commanders and returned to a resting place to breathe.

The remaining disciples on the sword platform gradually only had more than five steps, and there were very few Changning who still insisted on staying and not leaving. And the low-realm disciples who tried their best to keep up with the rhythm of the internal attack in the martial arts, and even tried to deduce in their hearts, I am afraid that there is only one Changning family, and no one dares to do this anymore.

Having experienced a confrontation with the five-step realm, how could Changning not know in his heart that this kind of fighting style that almost fought for his life was extremely beneficial to his own cultivation after observing it. Even if the difference in the realm is too big, if you can catch a little bit of Dao rhyme with only scales and half claws, it is also a great gain. It's just that if you are greedy for merit, your Dao heart is lost, your Dao power is out of control, and you are triggered by these Dao rhymes that are far higher than your own control ability, and the meridians are still light, and your soul is damaged, and you are almost powerless to return to the sky.

It was only at this time that Changning realized how useful the breathing method his father had taught him was. Whenever the Dao heart was turbulent by the sword intent of his own senior brother on the martial arts stage or the various Dao intentions of the other sect, the breathing method that had been habitual for a long time could always stabilize the qi and blood in Changning's whole body when he was almost on the verge of collapse, so as to restore his clarity. Even though those profound Taoist rhymes are incomprehensible for a while, the difference between those who have seen and those who have not seen the Heavenly Dao Truth depicted in them is a world of difference.

When the foundation is sufficient, these Taoist rhymes can naturally be used as a mountain climbing boost, just like the thousand hammers accumulated when Changning was introduced, or the battle with Luo Changjun, which came naturally.

Changning's sweat was almost soaked through his underwear, his knuckles were abnormally pale because of his fists being clenched too tightly, and the Dao power in the sea of qi had already vibrated and subsided the repeated cycle, and it was so messy that it could be maintained within the boundaries of not collapsing the sea of qi.

It was precisely because the sword intent accumulated earlier was released through the battle with Luo Changjun that Changning's cultivation was able to go further and withstand this level of impact and turmoil.

The meridians became more and more tenacious as the Dao power washed away, and the divine soul became more and more condensed with the intense pain brought about by the almost savage rush of the Dao power.

However, after all, Changning had only been cultivating for a short time, and no matter how miraculous that breathing method was, with his current physique, it was still not enough to cross such a large realm to comprehend it.

After forcibly suppressing a mouthful of reverse blood again, Changning finally retreated to Zhan Lu. Tao Ran on one side patted Changning on the shoulder with appreciation. Fang Cai's Changning aura was disordered for a while, and he was always ready to help Changning suppress it on one side, but before he could make a move, the disordered aura calmed down again. Putting aside the inheritance that Changning may have, just being able to endure the pain of washing the meridians with Dao power is already not easy, and Tao Ran did not suffer much at this level back then, so he naturally understands the suffering.

Leaving Jiantai, on the mountain road that was already deserted on weekdays, today it seems even more lonely. Behind him was the sound of weapons clashing and sword qi breaking through the air, and other than that, there was only the whining sound of the mountain wind blowing through the stone gaps. After walking a little further, even the sound of the fight is already far away.

Changning's mind is undecided, and from time to time he will be immersed in the battle just now, his head is in a trance for a while, but his feet are not stopping, sometimes according to the habit of casting the sword escape, walking and coming, and when he finally came back to his senses, Changning found that he actually walked to the end of the Guanxi Peak in the nine hundred and ninety-nine peaks of the sword mound with extremely remote terrain and dangerous terrain.

The reputation of Guanmo Peak is not obvious, the predecessors have few sword marks, and they are not connected with the main peaks and arteries, except for a mountain of strange stones, even the grass and trees are very sparse.

Changning stood still, but did not return.

It's dusk, and it's silent. However, even Guan Mo Feng was a little too quiet at the moment.

Intuition brings a hint of danger.

The chill on the back of his neck disappeared in a flash, and Changning's short body rolled out a few feet, and a feather arrow was inserted in the position where he had been standing. The feather arrows flew silently, more than half of them were in the ground, but there was no remnant of Dao power, and it was obvious that the archers had strong enough strength.

However, Changning's heart was also a little determined.

If you don't attack with Dao power, the enemy should be within three steps, and it is not a certain death.

Although he didn't know which sect the other party was a disciple and why he attacked, Changning didn't plan to ask more. As he rolled, the sword was unsheathed and placed in front of him, taking a defensive position.

The silence remained, and there was no ensuing stormy pursuit.

Changning did not relax at all. When I was still in a small mountain village in the West Pole, the adults had already said that hunting in the mountains should not be considered to be in a safe situation under any circumstances. Too many beasts waited for the slightest slack to seize on this little flaw and swoop in from the most secret hideouts.

The same is true at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but the enemy seemed to have finally lost his patience, and the second feathered arrow came from the opposite direction. Changning, who had been prepared for a long time, only swung his sword, and the arrow lost its accuracy and flew to the side.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Changning's long sword picked up a stone and bounced it in the direction where the feather arrow flew.

If the mud cow enters the sea, there is no reaction.

The mutual temptation between the hunter and the prey quietly unfolded.