The first state of understanding Yuan is the second state of Qi Tao practice. Yuan Qi sinks into the Dantian and turns into a sea of Qi.
The way of body refining, the cultivation of flesh, blood, and marrow, has no clear boundaries and can be practiced at the same time.
Therefore, people who practiced physical training in the past were said to be invincible in the early stage.
Now, although Mo Que has completed the marrow refining and started to use the sword energy to refining the bones, he has only completed the tempering of two fingers. In terms of realm, he has only entered the second realm not long ago.
However, he has obtained the Sun Sword Intention, and even if he is in the second realm, he is still very invincible.
He sat on the chair and took action because ordinary Yuanjing disciples could no longer put pressure on him. He wanted to use these people to improve his understanding of the Sun Sword Intent, so he could only limit himself and make himself feel pressure.
"Whoosh!"
Another sword was inserted into the ground, and the hundreds of people who had gathered in front of the medicine house were silent at this moment.
"Xue Fang on the seventh floor was also defeated. His strength is not weak among Yuanjing disciples!"
"This is the twenty-seventh disciple who has been defeated by this person!"
"Moreover, this disciple of the Medicine House has been sitting on the chair from the beginning to the end. His strength is astonishing!"
The disciples in each building were frightened in their hearts.
At this point in today's battle, it's not just about the 18th Sword Tower. The disciples on the 36th floor all want to defeat Mo Que.
It was hard to accept that the disciples from each building were defeated by a disciple from the Medicine House.
Secondly, Mo Que has performed like this today. If he can be defeated, he will become famous in Jianlou, and maybe he will be taken seriously by Jianlou.
However, although disciples from each building arrived one after another, no one could defeat Mo Que.
Even Mo Que has never gotten up from his chair until now.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, a figure appeared.
This person came gracefully, without touching the ground, and lightly stepped on the hilt of a sword stuck on the ground.
"Yan Beifeng? He is really here!"
"This person is in the 18th Sword Tower. He is said to be the number one in the Yuan Realm. He has cultivated to the point where he can control the sword with Qi. If he takes action, he may be able to defeat this disciple of the Medicine Tower!"
Seeing the person coming, the crowd became commotion.
"Senior Brother Yan, please take action. You must teach this rampant Medicine House disciple a lesson and give a sigh of relief to our Eighteenth Sword House!" The three Eighteenth Floor disciples who initially scolded him left and returned, having strong confidence in Yan Beifeng.
"What a waste!"
Yan Beifeng stood on the sword, with a cold expression on his face, and scolded: "I want to take back the swords of my sword master disciples, but as sword cultivators, you don't speak with the sword in your hands, but you try to stir up people's hearts and use despicable means to humiliate
Because of his reputation, I want to force him out of the sword tower, this is the shame of the sword cultivator!"
The three disciples on the 18th floor changed their colors and did not dare to raise their heads.
What happened today, it would be fine if they could really make Mo Que lose his reputation, but now it has turned into this situation. Not only did this disciple of the medicine house not lose his reputation, but he showed great strength, attracting everyone from the thirty-sixth floor.
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This made the already disgraceful Eighteen Swords Tower even more shameless.
"Although you have strength, you are too arrogant!" Yan Beifeng turned his head and his cold eyes fell on Mo Que.
"If people respect me, I will respect them too. If people want to humiliate me, I will be humiliated!" Mo Que responded coldly.
The reason why so many swords were lost on the 18th floor and things got to this point was because Zhao Yuan bullied him.
"Everything has its limits. Even if my disciple on the 18th floor makes mistakes first, you should not bully each other too much and keep a line in everything!" Yan Beifeng said, and the dozens of swords under his feet trembled slightly at this moment.
He stood up, and he seemed like the master of swords, the emperor of this place.
Manage the sword with Qi!
This person does not need to use his hands, he can control the swords with his released vitality.
"It's ridiculous!" Mo Que said: "You mean even if your disciples from the Eighteenth Floor bully me, I should laugh it off? Since you are so high-sounding, why can't you just laugh it off when the reputation of your Eighteenth Sword Tower is tarnished?
Pass?"
When he was bullied, he should be generous. When the Eighteen Sword Towers were humiliated, was it his fault?
I am most disdainful of people with such double standards!
"Since talking is useless, let's let the sword speak!" After Yan Beifeng finished speaking, a long sword stuck on the ground flew up.
His white clothes are fluttering, he stands on the hilt of the sword, his feet do not touch the ground, his clothes are not stained by dust, and he controls the sword from a distance. He looks extraordinary and aloof from the world.
"Whoosh!"
The long sword broke through the air and flew towards Mo Que. The sharp sword light on the tip of the sword was dazzling.
The blade of the sword passed through, leaving a straight rainbow light in the sky, like a meteor breaking through the sky, dividing the world!
"Ding!"
Mo Que sat on the chair, his two fingers glowed with golden light, and the sword intention of the sun blessed his fingers. Using his fingers as swords, he stretched out his hand to grasp the flying long sword.
"Shua——"
This sword was like a falling star, with a huge impact. Although Mo Que held the blade of the sword, his body was uncontrollable and slid backwards.
The chair under him moved laterally as he moved backwards, making several grooves on the ground, and then moved several feet away before stopping.
"Bang!"
In Mo Que's hand, the long sword was crushed by his powerful Sun Sword Intent, split into two pieces, and fell to the ground.
He stared at Yan Beifeng, remained silent, and stood up.
As soon as he stood up, the wooden chair under him silently disintegrated.
He could withstand Yan Beifeng's sword, but the wooden chair couldn't bear it while he was sitting on it.
The crowd was completely silent. Yan Beifeng could be ranked first in the Yuan Realm on the 18th floor. It was really different.
Mo Que, who had never left his chair before taking action, was forced to stand up with a sword as soon as Yan Beifeng came!
"I said, always keep a fine line in everything." Yan Beifeng stood upright, standing on his sword, and said indifferently: "If you are willing to come to the 18th floor to apologize and give me the reputation of the 18th floor, you have insulted the disciples in my building.
, I will no longer pursue it.”
Mo Que looked at the disintegrated wooden chair on the ground and suddenly smiled.
At this point in the battle, a disciple finally came who could force him to stand up!
"It seems that you are not going to accept it!" Yan Beifeng shook his head slightly and said, "In this case, it seems that I can only use the sword to make you surrender!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three more swords flew up from the ground. The swords were hanging in the air, pointing at Moque from afar.
The disciples on each floor who were watching the battle held their breaths at this time.
Yan Beifeng forced Mo Que to stand up with one sword, which was indeed powerful, but Mo Que on the other side pinched Yan Beifeng's sword with two fingers, which was equally astonishing!
At present, it seems that there is no difference between the two, and no one knows who can win!
Yan Beifeng, who was standing on the sword, stretched out two fingers and tapped them lightly, and the three swords flew towards Mo Que at the same time. Each sword was no weaker than the previous one!
"The seventh form of the Sun Sword Intent, at noon!" Mo Que used his finger as a sword and displayed the twelve sword moves in the Sun Sword Intent.
The Twelve-Style Sun Sword Intent evolves through the twelve hours of the sun’s movement.
The seventh pose is at noon, which is exactly the time of day when the scorching sun is in the sky. This is the moment when the power of the sun is the most domineering and scorching.
"Clang clang clang!"
Mo Que used three fingers in a row, the most domineering move in the Sun Sword Intent, causing Yan Beifeng's three long swords to break in response.
However, the situation was still unfavorable to him. Yan Beifeng took action from a distance and was at a distance from him, but he had no energy to release. If he couldn't get close, Yan Beifeng would be invincible!
He frowned. Mo Que's power was beyond Yan Beifeng's expectation. He moved his two fingers again. This time, a total of nine long swords flew up from the ground, trembling slightly, and slashed at Mo Que at the same time!
"Tenth stance, Can Xi!" Mo Que changed his sword stance again.
At dusk, the sun sets, and the setting sun returns to the west. This is the setting sun. This way divides day and night, divides yin and yang, sets, the moon rises, and everything is silent.
This style can neutralize all kinds of attacks. No matter how strong the wind or clouds you are, once this sword is released, they will all be destroyed.
"Dang, clang, clang, clang..."
Yan Beifeng's eight long swords fell to the ground, and all the power on the swords was eliminated by Can Xi's sword power.
However, there was still a sword that pierced Mo Que's shoulder and passed through his shoulder.
No matter how powerful Mo Que's Sun Sword Intent is, he only has two fingers. Yan Beifeng's nine swords come out at the same time, and even he can't resist them all.
But at this time, Mo Que was much closer to Yan Beifeng!