Ye Ting couldn't take his eyes off it, every time he released a sword ray, it was even more difficult to maintain the sword in Wang Lieyang's palm. This is the technique of sword light differentiation, so that the differentiated sword light is like light, and the power is not reduced.

When the number of swords that differentiated from Wang Lieyang's palm reached 10,000, Wang Lieyang closed his palm, and in his palm, a thunderous sound exploded, and Ye Ting was almost shaken.

The last sword ray, in Wang Lieyang's palm, emitted a sword qi thunder sound. The control between these square inches has already made Ye Ting speechless.

It's hard to say how much you can learn on your own. There is no problem with the control part of true qi and divine sense, but Wang Lieyang was born in the Dao Sect, and he controls the Dao pattern in the sword weapon, which is completely different from the control of the demon pattern, even if the avenue is connected, if Ye Ting wants to turn into a demon gate to successfully cultivate, it will take a lot of time to deduce.

"You're not a sword cultivator, these are small paths to you. But you can incorporate it into your swordsmanship, don't go the wrong way. Wang Lieyang saw that Ye Ting was fascinated, so he still persuaded him.

Ye Ting stood in front of the crack, and the sword in his hand was one foot and seven inches. He tried to compress the sword and adjust the structure of the magic pattern in the sword, but he didn't know why, this first step was very difficult.

Why can't you calm down?" Ye Ting turned around and said, "Senior, what is the name of the female cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect?"

"Purple Clan. Wang Lieyang replied.

"Zi Clan, Zi Clan......" Ye Ting read this name, his mind tightened, and the sword in his hand began to change. Wang Lieyang's disciples looked at the sword in Ye Ting's hand in amazement, turning into a petal of green lotus.

This lotus petal is lifelike, not a lotus shadow, just like a real thing. Before they could see the magic pattern in the lotus petal, the lotus petal began to wither, and the withered appearance carried the charm of life and death disillusionment, and finally only a trace of lotus pattern remained.

All the sword intent is contained in this lotus pattern, what is this called? Is it also refining the sword into silk?

If you only talk about the thickness, this lotus pattern is barely qualified, and it can shrink the sword to such a distance without damaging the sword intent, which is to refine the sword into silk. But the sword is a single one, the breath is ethereal, the divine sense is difficult to detect, and it is elusive in the battle.

It is difficult for sword cultivators to capture the sword intent in the lotus pattern, which is the same as the effect of refining the sword into silk, but this lotus pattern is like a trace of random extraction from the wild lotus in the pond, and the qi refining cultivators can clearly sense its existence.

The lotus pattern beats, and Ye Ting sighs. I didn't learn how to refine the sword into silk, but Qinglian Nuhai has improved a lot. Today's Qinglian Angry Sea has independently differentiated into a swordsmanship. Not to mention the rapid increase in attack power, all kinds of changes are abundant, as long as you don't burst out with powerful attacks, the consumption can be the same as normal spells, and you can afford it.

The lotus pattern in his hand is extremely stable, and as long as he makes a move, he can give birth to a sea of lotus and drown the enemy in it. In any petal of green lotus, it may be a condensed sword intent. He doesn't have the means to divide the sword light, but he can choose the location of the attack at will in the lotus sea.

The power of this lotus pattern may not be comparable to the blow of the Qinglian Fury Sea, but it is not far off. The disadvantage is that it can't cooperate with the effect of the angry eruption when Qinglian Fuhai starts, deterring the enemy.

Killing the monk who built the seven-story building of the foundation is no longer a problem.

Thinking of this, Ye Ting flew the lotus pattern in his hand into the gap in the cliff in front of him, and this time, he held on for a hundred breaths before he retracted the lotus pattern.

Wang Lieyang saw it in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Yu Wenxuan. If this Ye Ting learns the sword from himself, within ten years, the sword intent will be successful. Give him a magic weapon-level sword weapon, why don't you worry about any Yudan monk.

It's a pity that his disciples are still a little worse, Wang Lieyang flicked his fingers, let out a sword groan, and dispersed the feelings in his heart.

"If you can see the appearance of the corpse demon with the sword, refining the sword into silk can be regarded as a cultivation. Wang Lieyang pointed to Ye Ting.

Ye Ting was suddenly a little deflated, and he couldn't even find the outline of the corpse demon when he saw the appearance of the corpse demon. After all, he is not a sword cultivator, if he hadn't learned the Qinglian Sword Song first, this mutated sword refining silk would not have any results.

He won't have so much time to practice swords, because Wang Lieyang and his party are here to do the task of the sect. Once a battle broke out between the Moon Sword Sect and the infant realm cultivators of other sects, Wang Lieyang would immediately go to support.

More than 6,000 miles to the southwest, in the center of the Corpse Demon Secret Realm, a huge volcano towered, and the red smoke and dust hit the sky, and the high temperature made the clouds roll, and mixed with the smoke and dust brought by the depths of the earth, turning the sky for thousands of miles into dark red.

Under the dark red sky, the hot air flow was filled with the smell of corpses. Surrounded by a black and hideous volcano, there are endless zombies climbing towards the steep volcano. The sound of zombie fingers rubbing against rocks is like the sound of cicadas chirping on a late summer night, which makes people irritated.

Zombies keep falling halfway, and more zombies climb up the crater, as if something is calling them. Zombies jumped down one after another, disappearing in the dark red light.

Directly above the crater, where the red-black air flow smoke and dust were most violent, stood a monk in the air.

There was only a few feet of quiet place in front of this monk, his face was slightly blurred, and he knew the identity of the door by looking at the clothes on his body, and the pure white Taoist robe hung quietly, not fluttering in the wind. He looked down at the crater, his vitality was like a knife, and he was cutting a qiē in disorder. Jumping zombies to pieces.

Wherever he goes, even his own divine consciousness cannot be explored.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked into the distance. Even the secret realm could not block his sight, and in the north, more than two million miles away, the vitality of heaven and earth gathered violently. The catastrophe of heaven and earth is brewing, releasing a terrifying aura.

"The Great Perfection of the Infant Realm?" the monk was surprised for a moment, and then sneered: "I don't know whether I am alive or dead, it seems that I still want to advance to the Void Realm." He didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of person who didn't live long, and continued to look inside the crater.

The monk's hands were behind his back, and in the fingers of his right hand was a string of crystal clear Buddha beads, and in each bead, there was a red blood stain, twisted in the beads. The bloodstain tried to condense into Sanskrit, and every time it was about to succeed, the monk's fingers turned the beads to smooth the bloodstain and break it into a thread.

Ye Ting practiced swords under the cliff, and after only two days of hard work, a flying sword passed over. Wang Lieyang said to Ye Ting: "The sect asks for the support of the Jiedan Sword Cultivator, you go together." ”

"Me?" Ye Ting said in surprise.

"It's you. Wang Lieyang pointed at Nagarjuna again and said, "She also went over with her, and one more disciple of mine is enough." Your harvest Moon Sword Sect is only twenty percent. ”

So kind......

Ye Ting thought of Wu Yuanjilai, if he hadn't compared it in front, the Moon Sword Sect's collection of two percent of the protection fee would have been domineering and ruthless. Nagarjuna was sullen, she just wanted to stay here until the day she left the secret realm.

She looked at Ye Ting, hoping that Ye Ting would refuse.

"Li Zhenyi, you take the two of them over. Wang Lieyang said to one of his disciples.

That Li Zhenyi is nine feet tall, quite athletic, with short hair and no beard, like a monk who has just returned to the world. A five-foot sword behind his back rang out in the casket, as if eager to go into battle immediately.

"The disciple knows. Li Zhenyi bowed to Wang Lieyang, glanced at Ye Ting, and then drove away with his sword to the ground. Nagarjuna had no choice but to pull Ye Ting to chase after her wooden escape, but fortunately, Ye Ting's Five Elements Returning Yuan Method is now very beneficial, and it is not a burden for Nagarjuna.

Li Zhenyi's sword escape speed was stable, and there was no sword intent leakage, which was obviously different from that Ziyu's style. Of course, the method of sword escape is not to step on a flying sword and scurry in the sky as mortals imagine, but the sword intent is released to fly with a physical body, and it is a sword itself, which can burst out with the strongest attack at any time.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they came to the battlefield, on a hillside with sword light, the disciples of the Sword Sect cooperated with each other for three months, and they were still surrounded by monks from different sects.

Ye Ting's nine demon eyes flew up, swept across the battlefield, and saw an expected target, it was a Spirit Ring Sect cultivator, who had built a foundation above the seven-story building, and had never been perfected.

There are no Jiedan monks in the battlefield, there are fourteen besiegers, and the three Sword Sect monks can hold out for so long?

Li Zhenyi laughed, the long sword shot out, and a thunderous sound erupted, and before the besieging monk could react, a monk was beheaded by Li Zhenyi.

Rumble!

On the ground of the hillside, one hundred and eight huge stone pillars rose up, and the sound was so uniform because they sprang out of the ground at the same time.

Burst!

Li Zhenyi's long sword spun and cut off another monk's head.

Ye Ting was fascinated by it, and Li Zhenyi saw that this was a trap, so he still killed it with a sword. This is self-confidence, and it is also the source of sword cultivation power.

One sword breaks ten thousand laws, you have a thousand tricks, and in the end you have to rely on strength to kill me.

Nagarjuna's retreat stopped almost instantly, and she and Ye Ting were one step behind. Li Zhenyi has stepped into the trap. His sword retreat accelerated, and Nagarjuna couldn't catch up.

The slightest bit of starlight sprinkled down, and every qiē within a radius of sixty miles was fed back to Ye Ting by the starlight. The vitality feedback in the formation gradually blurred, but with the naked eye, Li Zhenyi's sword light could still be seen, killing the monks one by one, simply and indifferently.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three foundation building monks left in front of him. Facing Li Zhenyi's long sword, the three of them roared in horror, and each of them sacrificed a talisman treasure to resist. Li Zhenyi's long sword swept, and the three rune treasures were cut off for the long sword, and the foundation building monk was slumped on the ground by the sword qi entering his body.

The three of them were not dead, nor could they survive, and the sword qi traveled through their meridians and acupoints, burrowing out of their skins, and then penetrating through the seven orifices. Repeatedly, the cycle goes on and on. The Tsukiji Cultivator's own True Qi was destroyed in the flow of sword qi, and all kinds of pain were locked in his body, and he couldn't even cry out in pain.

There is a Demon Immortal Seed in the Ten Directions Empty Forbidden Law, and the effect is similar, and life and death are at will. In this way, Li Zhenyi used the method of controlling the people, and he was almost not inferior to the door-to-door secret method.

This was the last picture Ye Ting saw, and the formation gradually blurred his vision. Ye Ting really wanted to hit the stone pillar with his head to see if he was stupid.

What is Li Zhenyi going to do? More than a dozen people are besieging the three of you in the Moon Sword Sect, and it is clearly a trap. No matter how strong the sword cultivation is, it is impossible for the three Zhuji to withstand the siege of more than a dozen people.

You like to jump into a trap, what should I do? Ye Ting urged the Xuan Turtle Concealment Method, and at the same time drew the Earth Flame Sword out. In the sense of the Star Boundary Method, twelve monks were flying away. (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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