The white-faced swordsman sensed the magical aura of swordsmanship in this person, and if nothing unexpected happened, he must have the magical power of "Kong Yun Nian Sword".
Correspondingly, Wang Muba and Shen Linxin were so close to the white-faced swordsman, but they did not feel any reaction. It can be seen that the two of them have probably not learned the supreme magical power of the Xingyue Sect. This can be confirmed that Gui Wujiu thought that he was hiding in the dark.
It is a reasonable inference that the two people here have higher cultivation levels.
At this time, Gui Wujiu secretly noticed that more than 200 feet away from here, an old Taoist with an unattractive appearance slowly turned around and walked slowly towards the southeast, quietly moving away from a distance of several dozen feet.
This person is the fourth member of the Xingyue Sect.
Gui Wujiu immediately became enlightened. This man also mastered the magical swordsmanship of "Kong Yun Nian Sword". At this time, he retreated without leaving a trace because he was afraid that the white-faced swordsman would sense the aura of his magical power.
At this time, this young man with tattered and greasy clothes and a short moustache took out a folding fan from his sleeve, opened it, and said slowly: "Liu Xiaoke is a casual cultivator in Xia Pingzhou. I am lucky enough to have cultivated the third level of Jindan, and I want to go to Yulan Secret Realm."
I am looking for a treasure of nine aggregates. If it fails, a treasure of eight aggregates is also possible."
"Isn't it nonsense to judge what magical powers others have acquired just by sensing the true energy within a few dozen feet? I'm afraid that Master Yuanying may not be able to do this, right?"
What he said is not unreasonable. It is really unbelievable to say that someone possesses such magical powers and can detect it just by sensing Qi without fighting. However, the sixty or seventy people present still put more faith in the white-faced swordsman.
Just because this "Liu Xiaoke" had hidden his cultivation among the first-level monks, no one in the room noticed him. Since the white-faced swordsman was the first to catch him, what he said must be true.
The white-faced swordsman said impatiently: "If you don't want to show off your methods, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The long sword made a stroke in the air and formed a circle.
This "circle" is somewhat different from the previous method of curling one's long sword into an iron hoop. Instead, the sword tip slowly passes through a circle in the air, like a pen leaving ink, and the energy is condensed and not dispersed, achieving an achievement.
A circle of virtual reality.
There seemed to be something mysterious in the middle of the circle, and a sword light as thin as a needle appeared from it, killing Liu Xiaoke.
Gui Wujiu perked up. If the white-faced swordsman found out this person's true methods, it would be of great benefit to him.
Liu Xiaoke frowned slightly. Although he didn't want to cause trouble and spoil the arrangements in the door. But when this white-faced swordsman came to the door, he couldn't just give in. Immediately, he shook his sleeves, and the invisible thunder light in the sleeves of his robes rose again, and the sword was struck.
The light shattered head-on.
Liu Xiaoke was confident enough to deal with the provocation from the white-faced swordsman.
Magical powers are inherently mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Unless the Taoist arts corresponding to the nine great dharma are practiced to perfection, no one dares to say that there is no flaw in their magical powers.
The monks of the second and third-rate sects may have learned one or two unique skills and then relied on them, showing off their skills everywhere and doing whatever they wanted.
Monks who are truly committed to the path will never rest on their laurels just because they have practiced one or two extremely powerful techniques. They know very well the principles of supernatural power and change, and will not use their own secrets until the critical moment.
Means, for fear of being peeked and cracked.
However, one's own true trump card is hidden deep inside. When encountering opponents with similar cultivation levels and somewhat mysterious methods, it is worth pondering how to face the enemy. If a monk is talented and knowledgeable in bypassing, he usually has a skill that is high enough to be able to
A means to deal with most opponents.
This method is called "facade method" by experts. In a sense, Gui Wujiu's current Qingfeng Sword swordsmanship magical power is not only his magical power that laid the foundation of swordsmanship, but also his facade method.
For Liu Xiaoke, the "Kongyun Nianjian" is naturally hidden. In addition to this unique trick, he has also learned two magical powers, which are enough to deal with most opponents.
One of them is this "thunder hidden in one's sleeve." This thunder volleys in the air, which is enough to dissolve the four elements of metal, wood, water, and earth. Although it consumes a lot of mana, as a move to deal with various opponents on the scene, this
A magical power is enough.
The white-faced swordsman closed his eyes and thought for a while, with a sneer on his face. He held a long sword in his hand and drew dragons and snakes in the air. Suddenly, seventeen or eight sword circles were created out of thin air like blowing bubbles, and a little bit of magic was born in each sword circle.
Pure sword light, like a rain of flowers in the sky, was attacking with a hidden weapon.
The white-faced swordsman has clearly sensed that although Liu Xiaoke's method of volleying and thundering is very sharp, it seems to easily disperse the sword light that has reached the state of condensation. However, the mana consumed by this technique is far higher than his own.
superior.
This fighting strategy is similar to Gui Wujiu's use of spectroscopic manifestation to consume the opponent.
Liu Xiaoke's eyes flashed slightly, and he could probably withstand the seventeen or eight sword rays. The sleeves of his robe shook continuously, and the muffled thunder in the sky was used without hesitation, and the dozen or so sword rays were immediately dispersed.
The white-faced swordsman gave a cold shout, and quickly turned his long sword into a flower. His entire body, which was dozens of feet tall, was wrapped in large and small circles. Then, sharp points of light that looked like swords and cones were just like scattered pine needles, curling and dancing.
If Liu Xiaoke used the "Thunder in His Hands" technique again, the mana consumption would be incredibly high.
However, Liu Xiaoke's expression did not change, and as expected, he used another "Thunder in His Hands". However, this move was too casual, as if his magic power was insufficient.
The thousands of sword lights in the air were only slightly shaken by the lightning, but did not change their momentum at all.
But what Liu Xiaoke seemed to want was this reprieve. But he saw him let out a clear drink, and a black billowing smoke spat out from his mouth, covering his whole body. Countless sword rays hit his body, as if nothing had happened.
The white-faced swordsman and even Gui Wujiu, who was watching indifferently, frowned. It turned out that the two of them clearly sensed that the thousands of sword lights not only did not hurt Liu Xiaoke, but after this blow, his aura actually improved a lot.
It turns out that Liu Xiaoke's two "facade tricks" were not achieved casually.
The technique of "Thunder in the Sleeves" can destroy four of the five elements with a single wave in the air, but it consumes a lot of mana; while the other technique of "Returning True Yin Qi to the Source" can destroy even the slightest fragmentation.
All the power of the supernatural power was dissipated, and within a few hours it was converted into his own magic power.
The two match each other perfectly, and nine out of ten opponents will have difficulty forcing him to use his true methods.
Seeing this situation, the white-faced swordsman did not hesitate and sheathed the long sword. If he used further magical powers, he would be able to defeat Liu Xiaoke's move. But for various reasons, he was unwilling to do so.
Gui Wujiu frowned.
He originally hoped that the white-faced swordsman would use Liu Xiaoke's "Kong Yun Nian Sword" to force him out. In this way, the identity of this person's Xingyue Sect monk would be exposed to the public, and Xingyue Sect's plan to secretly swallow Jiuzhen would naturally go bankrupt.
The conflict between Yu Xuanzong and Xingyue Sect is also imminent.
But now it was clear that the two of them had no intention of fighting anymore, but his wish failed to succeed.
Gui Wujiu's eyes narrowed slightly, then he was the only one to go into battle shirtless!
Gui Wujiu laughed, "Little Ran Yiyi" was already in his hand: "I firmly believe what Fellow Daoist Bai said. He said Fellow Daoist Liu is a sword cultivator, and Fellow Daoist Liu is probably a sword cultivator. I'll come down and dig up Dao Fellow Liu's
foundation!"
Gui Wujiu jumped up, and "Little Ran Yiyi" turned into a wisp of flying rainbow and stabbed towards Liu Xiaoke!