Although the "Floating Light Body Technique" is a unique skill of the fourth level of martial arts, its training difficulty is at the level of the fifth level of martial arts. - {2}{3}{w}{x} And it is the only one among the fourth and fifth levels of martial arts.
Shenfa is similar to Sutra painting martial arts.
Among the Iron Crown Sect, there are very few people who can successfully practice this unique skill. Most people even just know a name and see a beam of sunshine on a sutra painting, but don't know what this movement technique actually looks like.
In the sect world, this is the first time that someone at the level of Xiao Zhoutian has performed the "Floating Light Body Technique" of the Iron Crown Sect.
The "Floating Light Body Technique" performed by Yang Ji is not a complete classical martial art, but incorporates Yang Ji's understanding of how to deal with enemies in actual combat, turning it into a brand new practical martial art.
Not just for escaping.
"The effect is still not close to what I expected, and the response is still not fast enough."
Yang Ji clasped his hands behind his hands and thought about it secretly in his heart.
Although the "Floating Light Body Technique" has been understood for a long time, this is the first time he has used it in actual combat. Strictly speaking, it still achieved the effect, but it was still a little different from Yang Ji's expected expression.
"Wang Badan!"
Seeing Yang Ji's face immersed in thinking, Zhang Dang's veins jumped up on his forehead, and he was filled with anger. The Silver Blood Sect's secret skills are sharp and vicious, and they strike very hard. Since the beginning of the martial arts examination, who has not been afraid of three points?
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Some felt threatened and knelt down to beg for mercy.
But looking at Yang Ji, he didn't take him seriously at all.
"You look down on people so much. I want to see how long you can be arrogant in front of me?"
Zhang Dang gritted his teeth.
"boom!"
With a flash of light, the sky above the arena was divided into two. The swords of the Zhang gang members merged into a sky-shattering white rainbow and rolled back. Wherever the sword light passed, the air continued to explode, setting off huge waves that surged into the sky.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji looked calm, looking at the sword energy soaring into the sky. At the moment when Zhang Dang's sword energy shot down, he stepped diagonally with his feet, whoosh! Yang Ji's long hair flew, and he appeared almost instantly several feet away, behind Zhang Dang.
The edge of the arena.
His expression was calm and unruffled, and he didn't even take a breath.
"So fast!"
Among the crowd, Sui Yiqiu's eyelids twitched, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He might be able to dodge Zhang Dang's sword, but he would never be as calm as Yang Ji.
And Sui Yiqiu could clearly feel that Yang Ji's speed seemed to be much faster than before.
More importantly, the Silver Blood Sect's swordsmanship has always been fierce. But this Yang Ji has obviously seen through his swordsmanship!
“Where to go!—Ice Blood Prison!”
At the moment when the sword energy penetrated the air, Zhang Dang's sword technique suddenly changed, and dozens of sharp sword energy burst out from the sharp sword blade.
These sword qi were as thin as gossamers, and each strand possessed terrifying power. Dozens of sword qi gathered together and turned into a white sword qi envelope, which rumbled and fell towards Yang Ji's head at a thunderous speed.
As soon as this sword came out, the atmosphere of the whole arena suddenly changed, and the cold air penetrated into the bones. The armored captain who was still standing at the edge of the arena had a look in his eyes, and several afterimages of different shades appeared in the blink of an eye, and he retreated to the edge of the arena, with a look in his eyes.
Full of fear.
"Ice-Blooded Cage" is a famous killing move of the Silver-Blooded Sword Sect. If you die under the "Ice-Blooded Cage", your body will be broken into thousands of pieces, with no dead bones left.
In particular, this trick covers a huge area, making it difficult to escape.
The Silver Blood Sect is located on the border, and it is precisely by virtue of these ferocious special skills that it has killed countless opponents and gained a firm foothold in a complex environment.
Zhang Dang used this move, and many candidates who knew the basics changed their expressions.
The competition in the martial arts examination was just a matter of points. Zhang Dang used this kind of killing move as soon as he took action, which clearly shows the ferocious nature of the people of the Silver Blood Sect.
"Senior Brother Yang, be careful!"
Just when many Black Sword Sect disciples in the audience were sweating for Yang Ji, a sudden change occurred——
"Interesting! What a unique trick, I've never seen it before."
A strange color flashed in Yang Ji's eyes.
He had seen many swordsmanships with extremely fast sword aura, but this was the first time he saw the sword aura forming a cage and killing intent. It gave Yang Ji a lot of inspiration.
"Buzz!"
Under the eyes of many people, Yang Ji's body was like a wooden stake, crushing a mountain of gold and a jade pillar, and fell straight down.
"Whoosh!"
Countless cocoon-like sword energy formed a white cage and fell from the sky. Yang Ji was right under the cage, his body tilted sideways, as if there were springs under his feet, and with a whoosh, he shot out against the ground.
At the edge of the white cage, Yang Ji's body strangely merged with the light. With a swish, he reappeared seven or eight feet away, still standing on the edge of the ring with his hands behind his back.
"laugh!"
The ice-blood cage struck the air with one move and fell to the ground. Countless cocoon-like sword energies cut through the arena, emitting sharp roars like swords grinding against each other.
The ring made of fine iron is criss-crossed with thin, dense, criss-crossing sword marks, each one as thin as silk and extremely sharp.
The candidates around me were shocked when they saw it. Fine iron is extremely strong, and the long sword made of it is a precious fine iron sword.
Zhang Dang's sword energy can actually cut even solid fine iron, leaving deep sword marks on it. If this were replaced by a "fine iron sword" belonging to a disciple of the sect, it would probably be destroyed immediately.
One can imagine the power of the Silver Blood Sect's secret art. If it were a human body, it would have been cut into countless pieces.
"Damn it!"
Zhang Dang was so furious that he didn't expect that this move would be broken by Yang Ji in this way. Whoa! Whoa! Zhang Dang's hands were shaking, and without even thinking, he stabbed directly with two majestic sword energy.
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These two moves were fast and fierce, and the sword energy never left Yang Ji's chest and abdomen.
Yang Ji just smiled, Zhang Dang couldn't even use the powerful "Ice Blood Cage" to stop him, let alone such a sword skill that made him angry.
In terms of swordsmanship, Zhang Dang is far from being as powerful as him.
But Yang Ji is not in a hurry. Although he has understood the "Floating Light Body Technique", the actual combat training is still lacking. It is rare to encounter an opponent like Zhang Dang, who is very strong. At the same time, he is practicing the unique swordsmanship that he is familiar with.
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Even if there are any mistakes, Yang Ji can correct them and deal with them as soon as possible.
"Ice Blood Chain!"
"Icy blood stings the bones!"
"Ice Blood Soul Search!"
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Zhang Dang displayed a set of ice-blood sword skills continuously. Sword moves followed sword moves, and the moves were sharp, ruthless, vicious, and merciless.
Yang Ji's steps changed, and his body seemed ethereal and real, like a ray of sunshine. No matter how powerful Zhang Dang's swordsmanship was, he could not penetrate a ray of sunshine or imprison a ray of light.
His long sleeves rustled, and Yang Ji's figure moved forward, backward, left and right, leaving behind a series of afterimages. Sometimes it was even just a distorted light.
Zhang Dang's sword energy was like a maggot attached to the bone, constantly following him, attacking his vital points with every move. However, Yang Ji kept dodging him in an extremely clever way.
At the beginning, everyone was in danger. Their hearts were in their throats. They even secretly sweated for Yang Ji. But later, they were completely stunned by Yang Ji's performance.
"Dancing on swords!"
At this moment, a flash of lightning passed through the minds of many people at the same time. Faced with Yang Ji's performance, everyone could only think of this word.
"Dancing on swords" is just a description. No one thought that someone could actually do it.
"Senior Brother Yang! It's really amazing!"
Under the ring, Ouyang Zushi clenched his fists fiercely. His eyes were shining, and his face was flushed with excitement.
In Wusheng Inn, he once saw the drawings with beams of sunshine in Yang Ji's room.
But Ouyang Zushi never thought that the drawing papers that Yang Jipou scattered on the table, on the floor, on the chairs... and randomly scattered throughout the room could actually be such powerful martial arts.
At this moment, Ouyang Zushi admired Yang Ji.
"Bad boy! Is this all you can do? If you can, fight me face to face."
Zhang Dang shouted angrily with red eyes. The long sword in his hand shook repeatedly, stabbing Yang Ji's shoulder and Dantian directly.
Faced with Zhang Dang's anger, Yang Ji seemed completely indifferent.
"Hey, aren't I fighting you face to face?"
Yang Ji smiled and said.
"Asshole! You know what I mean! Useless things, is this all you can do? Hide! Hide! Hide!"
Zhang Dang became even more angry.
Zhang Dang's anger can be imagined as he even used the method that he had previously disdained. Feeling the eyes looking at him from all directions, Zhang Dang felt like he was being treated like a monkey.
This just drove him crazy.
"As long as you can hurt me, you will naturally see other moves."
Yang Ji didn't show any anger, his foot slipped, and with a swish, he calmly dodged Zhang Dang's sharp sword stabbing his back again.
This was the first time Yang Ji had met a suitable sparring partner since he had mastered the Floating Light Movement. Under Zhang Dang's pressure, Yang Ji had become more and more proficient in the movement and could use it more freely.
How could Yang Ji let such a good sparring partner go so easily?
One move, two moves, three moves...
While Yang Ji was practicing the Floating Light Body Technique, he was observing the "Ice Blood Sword Technique" of the Silver Blood Sect. The sword technique of the Silver Blood Sect was not famous for its speed, but for its lethality, great threat, and great damage.
Fighting against the disciples of the Silver Blood Sect, it looked like he was risking his life.
Although Yang Ji's swordsmanship skills are still higher than Zhang Dang's, and he has even created such powerful secret arts as "Immortal Shadow Changing" and "Immortal Rainbow Penetrating the Sun", there is still a lot to gain from observing the swordsmanship of the Silver Blood Sect.
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"about there."
Hearing Zhang Dang's roars in his ears, Yang Ji quickly analyzed and deduced in his mind. I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji's eyes flashed with snow, and he finally decided to end the battle.
"Buzz!"
At the moment when Zhang's men united their swords, jumped up high, and slashed at him again with his sword. The surrounding light dimmed, and Yang Ji once again used the "Floating Light Body Technique" to dodge.
But this time, there is something different.
"The immortal changes his shadow!"
The figure flashed, and Yang Ji appeared behind Zhang Dang like a ghost. With this move, he struck at the right time and in the right position, just in the gap between Zhang Dang's sword moves.
"not good!"
Zhang Dang noticed the light dimming in the corner of his eyes and was startled. He immediately sensed that something was wrong. He was about to put away his sword and strike back, but it was already too late.
"Your Majesty, hold your head high!"
Yang Ji spread his legs apart, made a seal with his fists, and suddenly punched out. Aang! Baxia roared, Yang Ji's fists united, and they were stamped on Zhang Dang's back like lightning.
"ah!--"
There was a scream, but Zhang Dang had not yet reacted. The blood in his whole body seemed to be ignited by a raging fire. He was lifted up by a huge force and flew high into the clouds. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, The novel is better and updated faster!