Chapter thirteen sword sense virtual reality seizes the gate
Following the imaginary point of Gui Wujiu's two fingers, the criss-crossing sword energy spread out like stars, and spring rain fell one after another. One hundred and eight, two hundred and sixteen, three hundred and sixty-five...
Gui Wujiu has seen it clearly. Although the White-faced Swordsman is at a high level, the art of returning to the origin and returning to the true nature cannot be perfect. To completely achieve this step, one must have the Nascent Soul cultivation level. The Sword Light Pill emitted will be
Seventy-eight out of ten evil spirits have been recovered, which is already extremely impressive.
In this case, if you further increase the scale, even if each sword only consumes two or three points of vitality, the loss of this person's skill will still be unbearable.
In fact, for this white-faced swordsman, it seems to be a better strategy not to get entangled with Gui Wujiu's sword light and directly attack Gui Wujiu's body. However, he seems to be deliberately honing his sword skills and insisting on using sword against sword.
Obsessed with winning and losing.
At the beginning, the white-faced swordsman still used the backlighting technique to deal with it. It wasn't until Gui Wujiu's sword light manifested to more than a thousand ways that the man's stone-like expression changed slightly.
However, he saw this man suddenly sheathing the long sword that was dancing in a circle, and all the light from the circular sword disappeared, as if he was at the end of his skill.
The misty sword energy of more than a thousand flying geese arrayed towards them.
The white-faced swordsman returned to the posture of standing with his sword in hand, tilting his ears slightly, as if listening to some mysterious and wonderful ethereal sound.
In just one tenth of an instant, the sword energy curled and circled, and he was within three feet of the white-faced swordsman!
Within ten feet!
Within three feet!
The white-faced swordsman's eyes suddenly burst into light, one stab! Two stabs! Three stabs! Seven sword stabs in a row!
There were seven "ding" and "ding" sounds, and the tips of the seven swords connected with the seven sword energy like floating lights, turning into strange mist about a foot in size, rising, falling and leaping.
In addition to these seven sword rays, tens of thousands of sword qi instantly pounced on the white-faced swordsman's body like a tiger's bite. However, a faint layer of Dansha surged up on the white-faced swordsman's robes, and these sword qi hit his body,
It only caused ripples a few inches in size and then disappeared.
This time Gui Wujiu was really shocked. If only the Jindan monks could enter the Yulan Secret Realm, Gui Wujiu almost suspected that this was due to Master Yuanying lowering his cultivation level to test his own depth.
Gui Wujiu emits thousands of sword lights, but only seven are real swords, and the remaining tens of millions are all false moves formed by the Yuan Guang Manifestation Technique!
However, this distinction between reality and fiction was actually seen through by the white-faced swordsman.
Even with Dugu Xinling's third-level Nascent Soul cultivation level, he can only detect the authenticity of his own sword light within ten feet. Ordinary Nascent Soul Masters can only distinguish one from the other at the moment when the sword energy comes close to them.
This white-faced swordsman only cultivated the golden elixir, but he was able to distinguish the real and false light of Gui Wujiu's sword when the sword energy was three feet away from him.
A clear light flashed in Gui Wujiu's eyes. Although he was almost a real Golden Elixir cultivator, there was still a difference between the Golden Liquid Void Pill and the real Golden Elixir. His pill power was a non-renewable consumable and could not be passed through meditation.
Movement of Qi restores cultivation. Therefore, avoid unnecessary fights if possible.
He left Fang Wentong to deliver the message, and sent Zhu Daoren to spread rumors and promote his own reputation, all for this purpose.
Previously, he only used the "Yuan Guang Manifestation Technique" to consume the white-faced swordsman's strength, and his own loss was actually very small. But if the opponent can see through this move, then there is no need for him to use magical powers to respond to the enemy.
Making a decisive decision, eighteen two-inch silver needles filled with clear light floated in the air, three each on the left, middle, and right. They shuttled and circled in the air, the silver light disappeared, and it was almost impossible to distinguish them. There were nine more floating in the air, waiting for the opportunity to move.
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The white-faced swordsman's senses were like those of a god, and he raised his long sword to repel the nine extremely secretive silver needles one by one. He said calmly: "Fellow Literary Daoist does not use swordsmanship to face the enemy, so I will forgive you for not accompanying me any longer."
After saying that, he danced with his long sleeves, and the sword light merged with his body, and he escaped hundreds of feet away. This sword escape technique is even more brilliant.
Gui Wujiu took back the "Taiwei Yuan Needle" and looked thoughtful.
In this Jiuye Mountain, there is one more variable.
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On the mountainside to the north, there is a faint green light, and a mountain hut looks like an earth temple from a distance, standing very abruptly in a narrow open space.
It can only be discerned through the hidden restrictions up and down the "wild hut" and the occasional light that shines through. This is clearly the method of the monks.
In the middle of the hall, nine people were sitting in a circle, and there were more than ten figures each taking a futon and sitting quietly near the door.
A voice came slowly: "This time, the two Taoist brothers of the Chamber of Commerce have the highest cultivation level and the most contribution. No one doubts it. Each of the two Taoist brothers takes a piece of the Nine Yun Treasure, so naturally they will be able to capture it. If they finally get three pieces of treasure,
, each of our three families will get one piece, and we will give the Chamber of Commerce fine jade as compensation. If we get four pieces, the Chamber of Commerce will get two pieces, and each of our Yujingmen and Destruction Alliance families will get one piece."
Another voice said: "For more than two treasures, we have to rely on the efforts of Brother Wei, Brother Jiao, and Brother Han. Brother Lu, if you can finally seize a Nine Yun treasure, except for the compensation of five hundred thousand jade,
I have another gift from the Destruction Alliance."
A cheerful old man's voice said: "Then Mr. Jiao will thank Taoist Ouyang first."
The three people who spoke were the guard Zhengming of Yujing, Ouyang Fuguang of the Broken Alliance, and Jiao Shentu of the Liuhe Sect.
To the left of Jiao Shetu was a middle-aged monk in green robes and cloud-shoes. His face was full of traces of these words, and he had a bitter look on his face. He just heard him say: "It's just the sixth level now, competing for seventy-two positions."
.When those who are far from reaching the second level of the Golden Core can explain it in detail, I will act decisively when I take action. But for now, the best thing is to recuperate our energy."
This person is none other than Yujingmen Han Yingyao. This person has only been in the third level for more than ten years, but in terms of merit, he is inferior to Wei Zhengming.
Wei Zhengming said: "Wei has a concern. If the fight continues smoothly like this, at the last level, eighteen will advance to nine, and we will get more than four pieces of the Nine Yun Treasures. The hope is great. But if Yu Xuanzong's side can advance
The killer will come over, and by surprise, the situation may take a turn for the worse. At that time, except for Brother Lan Dao and Brother Biao, I am afraid that no one else will be able to seize the treasure."
Jiao Shetu said disapprovingly: "We and Yu Xuanzong are not mortal enemies like the Xingyue Sect. How can we leave so many positions vacant and come to the door in advance?"
Sitting in the seat directly north of the nine people was Lan Qingping. Lan Qingping said in a deep voice: "Lan, Junior Brother Bu, Fellow Daoist Wei, and Fellow Daoist Jiao will not rush off to take their seats. There is still half an hour before the sixth level is about to start. The four of us
People should first take a look at the reality of Yu Xuanzong before talking about anything else."
"If he waits and stands still, then everything will be fine. If he comes to cause trouble, the four of us will have no choice but to choose Yu Xuanzong's side who is easier to deal with."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
After less than half an hour, the brilliance and mist on the two mountainsides had dissipated, and the flying escape instruments of one hundred, forty and fifty people were floating in the air. However, many people were hiding and covering up, so it was not possible to accurately determine their identities.
These many casual cultivators stared at the Seventy-Two Red Sun Monuments with concentration.
But now, these dozens of people are feeling extremely uneasy. There is less than half a stick of incense left before the Chiyang Monument is opened, and there are only a dozen or so second-level Jindan monks standing in the position. It seems that there are at least ten more.
People are determined to make their final appearance. This makes it difficult to implement their pre-planned strategies.
After a while, the seventy-two Red Sun Monuments shone brilliantly in the morning glow, shaped like red irons, emitting a deep brilliance. At this moment, six figures with lively auras shot towards the six Red Monuments!
The cultivators in the air were both astonished and secretly delighted. It turned out that these six people actually attacked the six cultivators who were originally standing in the same position. At this level, there were actually six pairs of people above the second level fighting each other to kill each other!
This means that there are six more places left for them!
After five or six breaths, four more figures no less powerful than these six people fell towards the unoccupied position.
As soon as these ten people moved, the other hundreds of figures took their positions one after another, also choosing their opponents.
Not long after the fight with the white-faced swordsman, Gui Wujiu was thinking about the mystery of this man's swordsmanship. At this moment, a middle-aged monk with a square kerchief and a folding fan, a thin face and slightly protruding cheekbones landed leisurely.
The man took away his escape light and said in a deep voice: "Friend Wen Dao, if you urge the spirit of Yulan to leave now, you will not only get a treasure worth more than ten thousand, but you will also be able to save your life."