Fan Yixing had already launched an attack, and the other twenty or so disciples from each family all retreated far away in unison.
Although Fan Yixing took action in a hurry, the preciseness of every move was an instinct ingrained in him by hundreds of years of practicing Taoism, and it did not suffer any loss at all.
The magical powers and techniques he used were somewhat consistent with his sinister temperament.
But he saw Fan Yixing moving up and down, left and back, his long sleeves dancing endlessly. Black smoke came out of his sleeves, and instantly spread very wide, almost swallowing up Gui Wujiu.
The black smoke looks like mist from a distance, and looks like sand up close, moving up and down, breaking into things. But its edge is as if there is a silver steel whip hidden in the soft and ever-changing water flow.
Observing the method and techniques, using equanimity to practice and hide in between, hardness and softness are established, and you have indeed reached a very deep state.
Including Fan Yixing's fellow juniors Zhong Ying and Lu Zhuoshan, they were worried at first that if he acted out of anger, he would be impetuous and unable to exert his full strength. But now it seems that Fan Yixing's magical power is more powerful than anything else.
The thickness, the essence of change, and the cleverness of movement are truly breathtaking.
Everyone judged in their minds that the profound skills embodied in this magical power method were definitely beyond their own capabilities. Being able to withstand three or five moves was already very valuable.
As the smoke spreads, it invisibly weaves into a huge net, making it extremely difficult to escape.
The onlookers exchanged positions with each other, thinking that it was extremely difficult to crack. So they focused their eyes to see how Gui Wujiu would deal with it.
Gui Wujiu didn't seem to be escaping very fast, but he just stayed close to the edge of the smoke and dodged it. It was as if the black smoke had left a flaw on its own initiative.
It looks easy, but it's actually hard to understand.
Fan Yixing's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand, and half of the smoke suddenly condensed, turning into nine gloomy round stones. With an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air, he hit Gui Wujiu swiftly and without mercy.
Gui Wujiu smiled slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed between his fingers. He reached out and patted the nine boulders head-on.
Fan Yixing sneered in his heart. With the power of the golden elixir realm, even if Tao Zun personally controlled it, he would not be able to get any favors from a late Nascent Soul monk.
It would be extremely unwise for Gui Wujiu to face the enemy like this.
But what happened next was obviously beyond Fan Yixing's imagination. Gui Wujiu suddenly had a floating "balloon" in his hand. He leaned sideways and pressed it lightly on a round stone, and it bounced away easily.
In this way, Gui Wujiu easily got rid of Fan Yixing's preemptive attack. His method and intention were so light and effortless that they were indescribably wonderful.
Fan Yixing's expression changed. He knew what this meant.
He immediately calmed down his mind, took a deep breath, and didn't hold back any longer. But as Fan Yixing waved his arms, the black smoke either filled the air, or condensed into balls of different sizes. Between offense and defense, there were all kinds of shapes.
Change.
When the transformation reached the extreme, all the black smoke condensed into a giant three-foot-long boulder and struck hard. The speed was no less than that of ordinary magic weapons such as awls, nails, and needles. Coupled with the huge body, it was extremely powerful for the enemy.
The pressure is unparalleled.
At this moment, the true nature of Fan Yixing's magical power and secret technique was finally revealed.
That black "smoke" is clearly fine sand that is extremely fine. Its operation makes it go as expected, and there are almost no shortcomings in the changes in offense and defense.
More than that, the black sand can be cut at will and divided into two parts. One part retains the form of "sand mist", while the other part can be condensed into "round stones" of the same size and varying numbers.
In the most extreme state, all the fine sand can be completely gathered together to create a powerful blow.
However, this seemingly superb supernatural power that combines hardness and softness, point and surface, strength and skill, is extremely easy for Gui Wujiu to dodge. He only relies on the tiny brilliance that appears in his palm at any time, twisting, leaning, wiping, and
If it falls, avoid it easily.
No one noticed that Fan Yixing's face suddenly looked a little dazed at this moment.
This great magical power of his is a unique skill of the Qing Weizong, and is called the "Rock and Dust Technique".
Although the method of cultivation only has two steps, it is extremely difficult and harsh.
The first step in practicing this technique is to refine a piece of "Five Directions Xianrui Copper Pills" that took an unknown amount of material resources to refine into hundreds and thousands of fine sand. The more uniform the fine sand, the better. It is best to
One hundred and eight thousand grains are exactly the same. If there are differences in severity, the power will be greatly reduced and various flaws will occur.
The second step is the "reverse luck" of the first step, which is to condense these one hundred and eight thousand fine sand grains into a stone again.
However, this stone is no longer "Five Directions Xianrui Copper Pills", but an exotic treasure called "Golden Ruyi Stone". This name is taken from both its pure and indestructible appearance and the meaning of turning stones into gold.
In fact, the seniors in the sect said that there is a third step to this "rock dust method". However, this step is almost the absolute purpose of Taoism. The first two steps must be flawless before the method can be manifested in the mind.
However, the Weizong of the Qing Dynasty did not leave any clear evidence to prove that someone must have completed this "third step".
There are records in the door. It turns out that there was a shadow stone in the Wei Sect of the Qing Dynasty, which recorded various images of a senior who had reached this realm before ancient times.
It's just that more than 200,000 years ago, when the Weizong of the Qing Dynasty moved to the secret realm of Dongsheng, the shadow stone was lost.
When Fan Yixing was practicing this magical power in the Golden Core Realm, he also had the intention of trying his best to break through to the third realm.
However, even if he cultivated the second level to a pure and perfect state, evenly and uniformly, and used his magical powers with almost no flaws, the mental induction of the third level did not appear.
Fan Yixing put the matter aside. He thought privately that this was probably a rumor spread by the ancients, or just a lie.
However, in today's battle with Gui Wujiu, the opponent's method was only about 20 to 30% stronger than his own. However, during the rapid changes, his magical power and secret method, known as the heaven and earth net, turned out to be full of flaws and could not be used.
It was precisely because of this seed of doubt that Gui Wujiu's words were more lethal to Fan Yixing than anyone else!
At this moment, Fan Yixing's heart was filled with countless demonic thoughts:
Gui Wugui is really four levels higher than himself?
Is there really a third step in the “rock dust method”?
I haven’t reached perfection in cultivation because I really haven’t mastered the first two steps?
It is said that one has reached the top and is not afraid of the floating clouds, but in the final analysis he is still a frog at the bottom of a well!
However, he has a greater degree of confidence in hitting the Tianxuan Shangzhen, which is recognized by the great masters in the sect... Could it be that the qualifications that are enough to hit the Tianxuan realm are still so insignificant?
Far beyond the Tianxuan realm, what kind of excitement can there be?
…
Now, every time Fan Yixing makes a move, he almost relies on instinct. He doesn't notice at all that Gui Wujiu's dodges contain the preparation for a counterattack.
After a while, as the sword light flowed from the palm of Gui Wujiu's finger and penetrated inside and outside, Fan Yixing's "Rock Dust Technique" gradually appeared to be full of mistakes, just like thousands of ant nests sprouting on the dam, and the defeat could only happen in a matter of seconds.
between.
Suddenly, Lu Zhuoshan shouted: "Senior Brother Fan, be careful..." his voice was quite urgent.
Fan Yixing came to his senses, but it was too late.
As soon as he lowered his head, he noticed that as the light and shadow changed, Gui Wujiu had slipped close to him without knowing it. The tip of a broad-edged giant sword was pointed directly at his throat.
Fan Yixing felt like he was in a dream, but the words "I lost" seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out no matter what.
Gui Wujiu's clear and clear voice came next to his ears: "Fan Daoyou, this magical power is very good."
"It's just that infinite sand mist and equally divided spheres are far from the limits of this magical power."
"If Gui's guess is correct, the next level of this magical power will be the transformation of countless dust particles from the heart. It can not only cover the invisible form like light smoke, but also form any shape change, but it does not have to be limited to a spherical shape. However, you have to do
At this point, every grain of star sand must be equal and uniform, without any flaws. It seems that Fan Daoyou did not reach the purest state in the basic stage of this magical power, so he missed the final transformation of this magical power."
Fan Yixing's mind was in a state of shock. No one in the Qingwei Sect, including the elders of the Lihe Realm who were watching from afar, knew about the "Rock Dust Method".
Did you see this in less than a quarter of an hour of actual combat?
Is there really such a person in this world?
Gui Wujiu looked very sincere and said, "Gui, I have something I want to ask for."
Fan Yixing looked as languid as a puppet, and said two words indifferently: "Say."
Gui Wujiu smiled and said: "I have already mastered the number method, so I have already made a decision in my heart. I have dabbled in the classics of thousands of schools, just for the sake of dialectics, and no longer practice new magical powers. However, Fan Daoyou's magical power is extremely powerful.
It is in line with the ever-changing purpose of Gui Liu, the Great Dao, and is very consistent with the meaning of Gui Mou’s magical way.”
"How about you decide to exchange five true sacrificial artifacts for the cultivation method of this magical power?"
"If you can refine this magical power, even if it is not enough to use it to win a victory, it will be very flexible if you use it as a small magical power by your side in your spare time."
These words were like an iron cone stabbing into Fan Yixing's chest, causing him unstoppable pain. Suddenly, Fan Yixing looked up to the sky and screamed wildly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was as pale as paper, and he trembled and fell limp.
On the ground.
Zhong Ying and Lu Zhuoshan rushed forward and helped Fan Yixing up.
Gui Wujiu shook his head, presumably because Fan Yixing suffered less setbacks, so his Taoist heart was slightly less tenacious.
Gui Wujiu said loudly: "Who will end up second?"
As Gui Wujiu's eyes moved, he glanced over one by one. The true disciples of each family quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
Although Fan Yixing was defeated, he was not a person who gained fame in vain. The magical power and secret technique of "Rock Mote Technique" was extremely amazing and was definitely unmatched by any of them.
Gui Wujiu's eyes fell on Yan Hanzhang of the Shangluo Sect, and he said with a half-smile, "Don't you, Taoist Fellow Yan, plan to give it a try?"
Yan Hanzhang's expression changed, and finally he smiled bitterly and seemed a little frustrated: "No need."
But just by asking and answering this question, Yan Hanzhang's aura suddenly increased by 30 to 40%. Not only was his skill as profound as Fan Yixing's, his aura was lively and subtle, he could also keep pace with Fan Yixing.
Except for Fan Yixing himself, who was still in a trance, the other true disciples all looked at each other, unable to hide their shock.
Unexpectedly, there is such a number one person hidden among this group of people.
Thinking back again, Gui Wujiu said before that Fan Yixing ranked third among everyone, and it was obvious that he had seen through Yan Hanzhang's true identity at that time.
Yan Hanzhang explained sincerely: "The exercise practiced by Yan is called 'Nine Transformations of Civil and Military Affairs', and it talks about the principle of relaxation. In the past few days, he happened to be in a state of restraint and deep hiding. It was not that he had any other thoughts.
"
Gui Wujiu secretly thought in his heart that he could only listen to half of what he said. If he hadn't seen through it, who would have dared to say that Yan Hanzhang didn't take the opportunity to take advantage of something unexpected?
However, he said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Yan said something serious."
Gui Wujiu slightly lifted up the escape light by dozens of feet and looked down from a high position. Gui Wujiu shouted again: "Who will end up second?"
There was no one after three calls, and there was silence.
Gui Wujiu looked up to the sky and roared loudly. When he waved his hand, dozens of foreign objects seemed to have slipped into Gui Wujiu's hands from the top of Jigu Peak. Everyone took a closer look and saw that there were eleven letterheads attached to each letterhead.
A shadow stone.
Gui Wujiu threw his hand, and eleven pieces of letter paper were shot out. They were not thrown at anyone nearby, but flew far away to the eleven clutches who came with him.
But Gui Gui's powerful and clear voice floated in the air: "The four hundred hidden sects were driven out by the Qianyuan and Shangqing sects. To hide in the wilderness, wouldn't it bring shame to the ancestors of all generations and the ancient Taoists? I respectfully invite the seniors of all sects.
Xizhi knows: There is no blame and this is the end of the world. The day of victory is the day when the morning light breaks and the rivers and mountains are restored."
"If your blood is still not cold, please open the door for convenience!"