No matter what kind of spell attack, the flying sword of the sword cultivator will fall on the position where the spell attracts the vitality of heaven and earth. Such a slash is like his own demon god's spell breaking method.

Ye Ting thought about it for a while, and then gave up his plan to study. If you fuse this Demon God Spell Breaking Technique into your own swordsmanship, you will indeed have the appearance of this sword cultivation.

The problem is that the artistic conception of his swordsmanship has been destroyed, and the cart is turned upside down.

Jian Xiu asked, it was all on their swords.

His own way is the purgatory of the ten directions, the Qinglian Sword Song. Purgatory grows, swords and songs are played, and they follow themselves day and night, imperceptibly, without distinguishing from each other.

In addition, the secret techniques of swordsmanship are all born to protect the Tao.

The green shadow floated under Ye Ting's feet, walking towards the battlefield step by step, Nagarjuna followed suit, and the short spear was held in his hand, like a shadow dragged by Ye Ting. Ye Ting did not hide his whereabouts, nor did he hide his murderous intentions, he pulled out the Earth Flame Sword, and he was furious.

When the Spirit Ring Sect monk saw Ye Ting appear, he put it away, because Ye Ting didn't look at others, just looked at him, his eyes were cold and piercing. It's just that when Ye Ting drew his sword, he was caught defenselessly.

Anger, the Spirit Ring Sect monk trembled in his heart, he happened to take a white jade talisman in his hand, catalyzed into a three-zhang long horned magic blade, frightened, this magic blade gave up the sword cultivation, and went straight to Ye Ting.

The afterimage behind Ye Ting was shattered by a blow from the Demon Blade, and the Earth Flame Sword stabbed into the heart of the Spirit Ring Sect monk, and the lotus shadow penetrated through his body. The Horn Folding Demon Blade shattered Ye Ting's afterimage, spun around in the air, and chased after Ye Ting's back. Nagarjuna's short spear was drawn horizontally like an iron whip, and the demon blade was pumped high for more than thirty feet, turning into a broken white jade talisman coin.

The monk of the Spirit Ring Sect fought against his true qi, opened his mouth and spewed out a red smoke, and went straight to Ye Ting's door. A grimace in the red smoke was hideous and terrifying, and he opened his mouth to bite Ye Ting.

With the power of this jet, the Spirit Ring Sect monk's body forcibly moved backwards, wanting to dodge Ye Ting's heart-wrenching sword.

Ye Ting didn't chase either, and the lotus shadow and lotus petals that had submerged into the monk's body burst into flames, smashing a qiē in his chest. Ye Ting's Earth Flame Sword turned back and stabbed at that grimace, instantly launching more than a hundred attacks before destroying that grimace.

Kill the enemy with one sword, save yourself with one sword, Qinglian Fuhai sword intent is complete, stabbing two swords in a row, almost indistinguishable from each other.

The other three monks were shocked, and the dragon tree short spear stabbed left and right, blocking the spell that attacked Ye Ting. Those three monks already regretted it after they made a move, and there was still a sword cultivator from the Moon Sword Sect, how could they be distracted!

Ye Ting killed the Spirit Ring Sect cultivator, and he stood in place to rest, and the two flying swords of the Moon Sword Sect Sword Cultivator staggered, and suddenly turned into three sword lights, and the speed doubled.

The change was sudden, and the slowest of the three monks was swept under the ribs by a sword light, and the whole person was almost cut horizontally. The other two monks each blocked a sword and flew away.

That sword cultivator collected the sword light, and did not chase after it, but looked at Ye Ting.

Demon Sect Monk, why do you want to help yourself? He saw the young man's warm gaze, but he was not gullible. No matter how outstanding the other party's swordsmanship was, and how much he admired the Moon Sword Sect, it was not within his consideration.

"I have something to ask the Moon Sword Sect Daoist friends to help. Ye Ting slowly spoke.

The three sword rays turned into two flying swords, hovered in front of Jian Xiu, and swallowed them in his abdomen.

The monk of the Moon Sword Sect laughed, Daoyou, if it weren't for this kid killing a Jiedan monk, he would definitely go down with a sword and give him a halving. Count him qualified......

"Who are you?" Jian Xiu's voice was sonorous and rhythmic, as if two flying swords were clashing in his chest. This voice came into Ye Ting's ears, and Ye Ting was awe-inspiring. It's no wonder that one can defeat four.

"Disciple of Dragon Control City, Elder of Baizhang Sect. Ye Ting told the truth.

The swordsman, take it straight.

Ye Ting didn't wait for the sword cultivator to ask again, he had already taken out the Baizhang Gate inheritance and unfolded it in front of him.

Jian Xiu stared at it, nodded, and said to Ye Ting: "Pack up your things and come with me." ”

Ye Ting understood, put away the inheritance of the Baizhang Gate, and took the space equipment from the two monks to keep up with the footsteps of the sword cultivator. That sword cultivator does not fly with a sword, the sword escapes against the ground, he has already controlled it well enough, where he passes, there is still a trace of sword intent on the ground, which is several zhang deep, and it will dissipate in more than half an hour.

If this is done with all its might, it will be cut on the body......

Jian Xiu took Ye Ting and Nagarjuna and fled for half an hour before he stopped in front of a cliff. The cliff is two hundred feet high, vertically uplifted, and the color is nearly black, in the almost lightless secret realm, as if it is the end of the world.

Now there was a gap at the end, and from top to bottom, it split the cliff straight away, and the width was only half a zhang.

In the gap, a dark red light seeped out, and the aura contained was chaotic and manic. The vitality of heaven and earth under the cliff has become uncontrollable because of this red light seeping out, and being in it, it feels like entering a cauldron, and the firewood below is burning vigorously, and people are soaked in water, knowing that the water is about to boil.

In front of the crack, there were five sword cultivators, who were using their divine senses to probe the inside of the crack. The leader was dressed in an iron-gray robe, with no crown on his head, tied only with a black ribbon, and a dusty sword bag hanging from his waist.

"Uncle Shi. Jian Xiu left Ye Ting and Nagarjuna, stepped forward, and shouted.

"It's Ziyu, you can also come and see inside, it's very interesting. The head sword cultivator said in a gentle voice and turned around to greet him.

He was eight feet tall, his complexion was as warm as jade, and his body was clean.

Ye Ting was deeply shocked, in this sword cultivator, he couldn't feel any sharp taste. This is not deliberate convergence, but the realm is natural. Among the people I have met before, only the master can do it.

Infant realm monk, sword intent god.

That sword cultivator's gaze fell on Ye Ting, Ye Ting warmed up, and the chaotic heaven and earth vitality around him was expelled by Jian Xiu, but he did not control Ye Ting's own true qi.

Ye Ting stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Ye Ting has seen his predecessors. ”

Facing the infant realm monk, Ye Ting didn't dare to call him a fellow Daoist.

"Say it. "The Infant Realm Sword Cultivator has already received the sound of Zi Yu, and knows that Ye Ting has come to ask for the Moon Sword Sect. A sect inheritance is not very meaningful to the Moon Sword Sect, but in this troubled time, it is interesting.

Ye Ting's mood is stable and unaffected. This is the ability of a monk, and he said what he asked for according to the previous arrangement.

The sword cultivator groaned, and Ye Ting didn't know if he was thinking or asking his disciples for information. He waited patiently in place, Nagarjuna not saying a word behind him. Facing the Infant Realm Monk, she was a little at a loss.

"The stories you tell are all reasonable, and I don't know anything. Infant Realm Sword Cultivator suddenly spoke.

"It's okay to ask, senior. Ye Ting replied calmly.

"The female cultivator you mentioned, my unsuccessful apprentices are not opponents, how can you escape under her hands?" he asked Ye Ting kindly, waiting for him to speak.

The muscles at the corners of Ye Ting's eyes twitched a few times, and he gritted his teeth and said, "In order to escape for his life, the junior used the escape talisman given by the master. ”

"Escape Talisman, so you are a disciple of Yuwen Xuan. ”

"It's the family teacher. Ye Ting said solemnly, and his body involuntarily straightened.

Infant Realm Sword Cultivator smiled: "When I was young, I went to Fengzhou once and was slashed by your master. ”

Ye Ting said: "It turned out to be an old man. ”

"Aren't you afraid?" Infant Realm Sword Cultivator looked at Ye Ting and praised him a little for his courage.

"Shizun wanted to kill people, and he never missed. The seniors survived, and naturally felt the benefits of that sword. The younger generation also learns swordsmanship, swordsman, straight also. ”

"Hehe, Yuwen Xuan has accepted a good apprentice. My name is Wang Lieyang, and I agreed to what you said. The Infant Realm Sword Cultivator beckoned Ye Ting to move forward again, and said, "Old disciple, let's also take a look at the interesting things here." ”

Ye Ting stepped forward and took out the sect inheritance of Baizhang Sect first, Na Ziyu turned around and took it, and said to Wang Lieyang: "Senior uncle, I'll do this." ”

"Well, don't worry about your trip, get this done first. ”

"The disciple knows. Zi Yu said, harnessed the sword light, and went up to the sky, regardless of the black clouds pressing on the top, and flew through the sky.

Ye Ting stood in front of the crack, Wang Lieyang withdrew the sword intent that protected him, and said, "You also learn the sword, try it." ”

With a flick of Ye Ting's fingertips, a one-foot-seven-inch sword light turned out and sent it into the crack. It was just an instant, and the sword light turned back into Ye Ting's hand, and his face was already pale. The feeling of the sword coming back almost ignited the true qi in his body.

Even when cultivating the glazed demon body, it was not so dangerous.

"What is that!" Ye Ting was shocked, his sword entered the investigation, but it was impacted by countless wills, diluting the will power thousands of times, and it was still so terrifying.

I originally thought it was the Corpse Demon Sect attached to the cave heaven on the secret realm, so I opened it to take a look inside, but I didn't expect it to be just a trapped corpse demon.

Slash away with a sword, a corpse demon!

"You also learn swords, let's practice here for a while, the benefits are not small. Wang Lieyang said, with an extra long sword in his hand. Ye Ting was shocked to see it, this long sword was more than four feet long, and it was condensed from the essence of heaven and earth from beginning to end, and the internal patterns were vertical and horizontal.

Ye Ting's neck was cold, if this thing was not controlled, it would burst open......

"You are not my disciple, I will only teach this once. As Wang Lieyang spoke, the long sword slowly contracted, turning into a one-foot-seven-inch sword ray, beating in his palm.

Turning the sword into a mang, Ye Ting can also do it, but the long sword that Wang Lieyang used to display was condensed by the condensation of the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, which was even more difficult than controlling a mortal iron.

Wang Lieyang's next move, Ye Ting simply used the Taixu Imperial Spirit Method to observe, and at the same time released nine demon eyes.

Wang Lieyang said that if he only teaches once, he will not have a second chance to learn.

The sword is getting thinner and thinner, and Ye Ting can see clearly every movement of Wang Lieyang and how to control the dao patterns in the sword. By the time the sword was looming, Ye Ting was already a little unable to see clearly. Behind his head, the mud pill god was forbidden to release, and he could barely keep up with Wang Lieyang's rhythm.

Refining the sword into silk, this is the ultimate swordsmanship, and it is actually more difficult than the sword qi thunder sound.

Wang Lieyang waved his five fingers, and the silky sword in his hand actually differentiated again, and one after another silky sword rays flew into the crack, and hundreds of them were released in the blink of an eye. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Follow up~點/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread), participate now! everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!)

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