1703. Chapter 1703 The Divine Power of the Canglong
"Are you planning to give up the fight?" Standing outside the landscape of mountains and rivers, Hong Zifan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the confidence on his face growing stronger.
He originally thought that the kid would launch a counterattack while he was withdrawing, but now it seemed that the other party was already at the end of his rope and couldn't even seize the last chance.
Although if Yang Di counterattacked, he would have corresponding tactics to deal with it, but Yang Di did nothing, which still surprised him.
"Drawing the ground as a prison may not really be able to trap me." Yang Di remained calm and smiled lightly.
"Then show your skills!" Hong Zifan sneered, waving the jade pen in his hand and outlining a large Dao pattern.
boom!
With the scattering of those Dao lines, the next moment, the scene in the landscape of mountains and rivers began to tremble violently.
Visible to the naked eye, huge mountains swayed in the painting, and then began to collapse. Countless cracks appeared on the earth, and rivers stopped flowing, as if they were experiencing a catastrophe.
Mountains and rivers are broken!
The scene performed by Hong Zifan at this moment completely explained the terrifying scene of these four words.
Although those scenes are limited to the painting, they are still hair-raising, as if they are immersed in the scene, and full of fear.
In fact, no one knows the power of this method better than Yang Di who is involved in it.
Yang Di could feel that as the disintegration of rivers and mountains intensified, even the space around him seemed to be torn apart.
His body stood there, as if he had also fallen into trouble, and there was almost no way out.
Yang Di admitted that if he had been faced with such killing methods earlier, the situation would probably be quite bad. Even if he could break free, he would still have to pay a heavy price.
If it were an ordinary eight-level monk, even if there were hundreds and thousands of people standing here, they would not be able to fight anything.
The strength of this Hong Zifan is staggering. He claims to have been able to defeat the strong men who are half-step away from the dust. Now it seems that what he said is true!
In an instant, many people around held their breath and were paying careful attention to everything that happened on the battlefield. That mysterious scene helped some older monks in their enlightenment. They might be able to glean some secrets from it, which would be of endless use!
On the dharma boat of the Immortal Academy, Master Yukong and others were also watching intently. They all knew that Ji Xiaozi was hiding something secret, but when faced with this kind of dilemma, they needed to use extraordinary means to fight against him.
"Let's see what you fight with me!" Hong Zifan was naturally very satisfied with his masterpiece. As the power of his wonderful brushwork came into play, he became more and more proud and confident, as if he was already invincible.
But at the same time, Yang Di, who was trapped in a terrifying scene, was also moving. He was dancing his sword out of thin air, and every move was unpredictable.
"What is this kid doing?" an old man from the Heavenly Clan wondered.
Not only him, but also many people present could not see the clues, because in the eyes of many people, Yang Di didn't even have a target at the moment, but seemed to be showing off his sword skills.
"It seems that he has no choice but to bluff like this to avoid losing too ugly." Someone joked and laughed, especially Mo Tianfang and those close to Mo Tianfang, who were even more happy.
However, the expressions of several big shots and countless people present suddenly became solemn.
A strange color flashed in the eyes of Yan Cheng, the Holy Son of the Yu Clan, and he whispered: "He is actually imitating his opponent's routine. Is this trying to use Tao to defeat Tao?"
"It tastes like this, but it's not that simple." The silver-haired old man whispered, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Now, even big shots like them admit that the young man is extraordinary and that they had seriously underestimated him before.
During the battle, when he saw Yang Di dancing his sword like that, Hong Zifan's expression condensed, and he snorted coldly: "I'll do the same thing!"
These four simple words did not hide the deep sense of ridicule. In fact, even the big shots present were shocked and did not think that Yang Di could succeed.
The so-called breaking the Tao with Tao means to use the Tao of another to retaliate in actual combat. To put it bluntly, it means to use the opponent's tricks to backfire on his master. In the ancient era when cultivation was prevalent, many people with great fortunes had explored this Tao.
However, this realm is very difficult to reach. It is not as difficult as breaking through subtle moves. It requires a very high foundation of enlightenment to copy the opponent's moves in a very short period of time, and it cannot be applied to every situation.
There are no longer a few strong people in later generations who want to imitate "the way to break the way", but the vast majority of people are just trying to be like a tiger but not a dog. Not only does it have no substantive effect, but in many cases they lose valuable opportunities in battle.
If Yang Di wants to copy this method now, he will face great risks. First, he must see through the mystery of his opponent's magical brushwork, secondly, he must be able to interpret it by himself, and finally, he must ensure that the power of his shot is not inferior to that of his opponent.
But in the eyes of many people, Yang Di is not good enough in the first ring. If he does that, he will only make some strange things, and the result will be his death.
However, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the iron sword in Yang Di's hand suddenly took on new changes. Gradually, it became more ethereal and mysterious, completely breaking away from the framework of Hong Zifan's brushwork.
This was puzzling, but soon, a dark and boundless abyss emerged around Yang Di, like a crack in the sky and earth that led directly to the Nine Netherworld River.
"See how I lift my sword to the sky and destroy all your illusions!"
The next moment, Yang Di shouted softly, raised his iron sword, pointed at the sky and painted the earth, and struck out with a jaw-dropping sword.
When the sword was slashed out, the roar of a divine dragon echoed, and then the edge of the iron sword blurred, and it suddenly looked like a dragon's body rising straight up. A vicissitudes of ancient divine dragon shot straight into the sky, its body illuminated by the vast sky.
boom!
In an instant, the broken scene of the mountains and rivers completely collapsed, as if they had lost their original flat marks due to the heavy impact of a terrible external force, and a scene of destruction appeared.
In the painting, meteorites are falling from the sky, mountains and rivers are sinking into the earth, and everything is perishing!
When Yang Di was in it, he seemed to be standing still between the vast heaven and earth.
puff!
At the same time, Hong Zifan, who was not far away from the painting, spurted out blood and staggered back a few steps, his eyes full of shock and unwillingness.
He couldn't believe that all of this was true. That boy had actually cracked his own magical power with such a feat!
As for the people who were watching the battle, they were already speechless. Those who were rejoicing just now turned pale for a moment and almost screamed.
"That's the power of heaven..." After stabilizing his body, Hong Zifan suddenly thought of something and shouted angrily, "How is it possible? This is impossible. How can you borrow the power of heaven? It's impossible..."
He seemed to be going crazy, and it was difficult to express the shock and frustration in his heart at this moment.
Because at that moment, he clearly sensed a power that was superior to the wonderful painting realm.
The wonderful painting scene in his hand depicts the earth and rivers, borrowing the majestic power of "terrain", and he is not very proficient in it. Even so, it is enough to be praised in this world.
But in the end, this method failed miserably, and it was clearly lost to something similar.
In the heaven and earth, there is the existence of "potential", which is a mysterious and infinite innate field rule that is difficult for mortals to pry into.
There is also heavenly power above the terrain. What Hong Zifan noticed just now is that terrifying and magnificent power, but he knows that that power does not belong to him, because with his level, he is far from touching the heavenly power.
field.
There is no doubt that this power comes from his opponent, but in this era, how can anyone "borrow" the power of heaven?
In ancient legends, that is already the level of the god-level realm. Could it be that this kid is a young god-level creature? This is absolutely impossible?
Hong Zifan almost fell into madness, staring at Yang Di with a ferocious look, as if he wanted to tear Yang Di apart and explore inch by inch.
"This stinky boy really has a peerless talent in the Soul Burial Ground!" Master Yukong exclaimed in a low voice, feeling equally incredible.
The other big shots present also remained silent for a long time, obviously shocked.
That power is far from threatening them, but the source of that power is daunting and elusive.
In the distant sky, in the demonic clouds, there were also emotional fluctuations, and a faint sound of surprise floated out.
"I saw an old dragon just now, could it be..." Xu Bai swallowed his saliva and murmured in a low voice.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Xuelin glared at him to stop him from continuing.
Xu Bai shrank his neck and immediately closed his mouth. Susu and the others also kept it secret.
Mansha glanced at them, secretly surprised, and had already guessed some clues.
From ancient times to the present, the Heavenly Soul has been a mythical existence, and the dragon soul in the Heavenly Soul is enough to drive an era crazy. I never thought that in this era of declining cultivation, that little thief would still have this opportunity.
Under the attention of all parties, Yang Di flicked his finger, and all the light and shadow around him were completely annihilated.
Then he stepped forward coldly with the iron sword in hand. Every step he took seemed to be in harmony with the aura of heaven and earth, indescribably elegant.
But for Hong Zifan, it was like the pace of death.
"You..." After a moment of madness, Hong Zifan finally woke up and felt a chill running down his spine. He felt the threat of death.
"I know you still have some tricks that you haven't shown yet, but as far as I'm concerned, you have no chance."
Yang Di raised his iron sword and pointed it at the opponent indifferently. At this moment, his whole person seemed to have an invincible demeanor.
That kind of temperament made many young people present feel inexplicably frightened, as if they were looking up at a divine being that was born and difficult to look at!
Even Yan Cheng, the Holy Son of the Yu Clan, finally became a little serious. From now on, he already believed that this was a strong opponent.
Just now, Yang Di was able to borrow the "power of heaven" extraordinary, which is indeed related to the soul of the blue dragon. This is also the first time that Yang Di has used the power from the dragon soul...
In the distance, many powerful people in Mo Tianfang were nervous, and several old people who usually served Hong Zifan were even more frightened.
Feeling the chill emanating from the iron sword, Hong Zifan gritted his teeth and struggled for a moment, then sighed: "You are right, I have been defeated..."
After saying these words, the Miaobi Master seemed to have haggard for ten years in an instant. The previous arrogance and fortitude on his face were no longer there, and there was a sense of loneliness that he had no love for in life.
The aura on his body dissipated, and he stood there with blank eyes, as if he had given up all futile resistance and was quietly waiting to die under his opponent's sword.
Many of the powerful men present were lamenting. It was definitely not an ordinary blow to make a contemporary hero feel so desperate.