In the solemn atmosphere, Ji Yuan and Shen Lang looked at each other. They had been friends for many years, but at this moment they were speechless.
After a long time, Ji Yuan's index finger moved slightly on the palm of his hand holding the sword, and the abundant sword intention instantly flowed to his whole body. Although his whole body looked sluggish, it gave people a feeling of sharpness.
He grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and slowly drew the sword and raised it. The sword shook in his hand, but there was a sharp sword light rising from the ground.
In Shen Lang's eyes, this sword light was infinitely magnified, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling suddenly enveloped him.
He seemed to be in the sky, surrounded by a blue color, with white clouds under his feet and unable to see the earth. He always had a feeling of falling to the ground from high in the sky, lingering in his heart.
And that flash of sword light was clearly in front of him, and his eyes could clearly see it, but it was as misty as the clouds in the sky, unable to capture any breath.
It seems to be very close at one moment, and seems to be far away in the horizon at the next. Even if it is swept away with spiritual thoughts, it cannot be locked at all.
"Is this the sword intention you have comprehended?"
Shen Lang groaned softly, his eyes flashing with brilliance.
A few months ago, he had already sensed that Ji Yuan should have realized a kind of sword intention, but now it was the first time he felt it personally.
When he was at the county government office, Ji Yuan had used his sword intention once, but because the target was not him, he didn't have a clear understanding of it. But now he can actually feel it.
He looked at the seven-story magic tower in his hand and murmured a few words in his mouth. Immediately, the tower's brilliance flourished, and the rich dim light instantly enveloped his entire body, leaving almost only an outline.
Click!
When the sword light fell, a crack suddenly appeared on the endless light, and billowing demonic energy spurted out.
All the illusions in Shen Lang's eyes faded away, and he returned to the earth from the nine heavens, standing on a ruins.
In front of him, apart from Ji Yuan who was holding the sword upward, there were nine flying swords around him, and the cold light suddenly connected into one.
At this moment, Zhou Yuyan drew out the sword formula with both hands, her eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
As her thoughts moved, the nine flying swords fell together, bursting out with terrifying sword energy, intertwined with each other, and enveloped the endless light in an instant.
"cut!"
Her red lips parted slightly, but she could only pronounce one word filled with murderous intent.
In the blink of an eye, countless sword energies are unleashed, even a tiny drop can split gold and stone, cutting off what is a magical weapon in the eyes of ordinary mortals!
If that was all, that would be it, but with a thought in Zhou Yuyan's mind, heavy sword energy rose into the sky, and condensed with the nine flying swords into a huge sword shadow.
There is no cold light around this sword shadow, and there is no sharp sword energy flying around, but it still gives people the feeling that it is enough to cut off everything in the world.
He turned around in the air, and immediately the broad sword slashed down with a force that was as heavy as a ten thousand stone!
Click! Click!!!
The endless light, which was already covered with small sword marks, suddenly appeared countless cracks under the slashing of the huge sword shadow, and spread quickly.
After just holding on for a few breaths, the body-protecting light emitted by the intact magic weapon shattered with a strange sound, revealing Shen Lang's figure inside.
"Swordsman?"
He looked up at the nine flying swords that rolled back and murmured to himself.
Who could have imagined that Song He's wife, who was always taciturn and seemingly delicate, would turn out to be a very lethal swordsman!
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuansong sighed softly and silently changed the magic formula in his hand, turning the long sword that had been swept forward to guard himself and his three junior brothers and sisters.
"interesting."
Shen Lang nodded, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
If we were to say which cultivator in the world has the greatest killing power, it is undoubtedly the rumored sword cultivator.
They specialize in the flying sword of their own body, and only refine one sword in their life. Coupled with the unique secret skills inherited by each, they are extremely lethal.
There is no doubt about it.
Even the Five Thunder Zhengfa, which performs punishment on behalf of heaven, is probably slightly inferior to the same situation.
It can even be said that almost every monk in the world wants to become a sword cultivator, although they really only imagine it in their hearts.
It's not that the other monks are unwilling, but that Sword Cultivator's Way is a single-plank bridge hidden in the mountains. It's extremely difficult to walk on it. Whether he can find a way to the single-plank bridge remains to be seen.
But this first threshold has already blocked 90% of the monks.
There are many laws in the world that should not be taught lightly, and this is even more true among sword cultivators. Its unique cultivation methods are difficult to find, and they are often scrambled by countless monks as soon as they appear in the world.
Even if you are lucky enough to get a basic sword training technique, the creation and maintenance of the natal flying sword are enough to be daunting.
If there is not enough financial resources to support it, scenes such as decapitating an enemy with a sword thousands of miles away, or riding the sword and riding the wind to travel around the world will still be nothing more than a fantasy after practicing.
"But even if you are a swordsman, you still can't change the current situation."
Shen Lang glanced at the Hanyue Shuttle that transformed into a giant python in front of him, and suddenly began to mutter something.
Following a whisper from his mouth, the seven-story magic tower held in his palm suddenly flew into the air, stood up and faced the storm, and in an instant it became several feet in size. Then a dim light emerged from the bottom of the tower, and in the blink of an eye a huge suction force was formed.
Countless pieces of sand, stone, and loess rose into the sky and were all submerged into the whirlpool formed by the dim light in the sky. Even the aura between heaven and earth was forcibly pulled away at this moment.
Under this suction force, everyone's movements immediately deformed. Even though they tried their best to resist, they were still pulled uncontrollably and slowly approached the bottom of the seven-story magic tower.
The first one to bear the brunt was the giant python locked by the magic tower. No matter how the icy blue brilliance of its body shined, no matter how it burst out its spiritual energy, it only persisted for a dozen or so finger snaps before letting out a mournful cry.
, was sucked into the vortex at the bottom of the tower.
Even though the Han Yueshuo is of extremely high quality, is supported by a cultivating sect as an inherited magic weapon, and is held by a second-level monk, it still has little resistance in front of the real magic weapon.
And this is a complete magic weapon with unparalleled power!
Shen Lang's eyes changed. He was no longer lazy and easy-going as before, but instead showed a hint of arrogance.
In those eyes, with the flickering of demonic light, there was a domineering look. Instead of the sloppy Confucian scholar's temperament, he finally looked like a second-level peak monk who is a fellow practitioner of the demon and ghost ways!
He suddenly changed his original thoughts and stopped trying to force Ji Yuan and others by force. He just waited on the sidelines for the success of his plan.
At this moment, Shen Lang actually planned to suck everyone into the demon tower, forcibly corrode their bodies with demonic energy, and transform them into demon cultivators!
In this way, no matter how reluctant Ji Yuan and others are, they can only "complicit" with him. Otherwise, with their demonic cultivation, they will never be able to tell where they go.
Even if someone would rather die than obey, and be willing to die together, he can use the demonic energy implanted in the other person's body to forcibly control all their thoughts and completely reduce them to a puppet without autonomy.
Of course, if it were Ji Yuan, he would not use such means under any circumstances. At most, he would temporarily lose control of his body and wait for everything to settle.
It's just that he is not so kind to the rest of the people.
"Enter my magic tower and enjoy freedom in this life!"
With this thought, Shen Lang immediately made seals with both hands. After dozens of seals, the whirlpool of magic light at the bottom of the magic tower surged, and the suction force sweeping out of it became stronger by several percent.
Under such a suction force, if it were not for the protection of Zhao Yuansong, Jiang He, Xu Qiqi and others, who were only at the first level of cultivation, would have been sucked into the bottom of the tower.
Seeing this scene, Song He, who had been subjected to the magical weapon Han Yueshuo, still had the same expression on his face, without any signs of panic.
"Array up!"
He calmly let out a soft drink, and immediately a surging mana surged out of his body.
moment
In the meantime, a layer of frost spread from his feet, covering a ten-foot radius with just a few snaps of his fingers. A small flag emerged from his chest, rising and falling in the air in front of him.
As the sound fell, strands of pure mana flew out of the small flag and disappeared into the void within a ten-foot radius.
Immediately afterwards, arrays of formations appeared on the ground, and in an instant, objects of different shapes broke out of the ground, releasing numerous brilliance.
These brilliance flowed and intertwined together, and immediately covered an area of ten feet. Immediately, four phantoms transformed and appeared in everyone's sight.
A green bamboo brush turned into a green snake, a folding fan turned into a firebird, a short blade turned into a tiger, and an inkstone turned into a black turtle.
The phantoms of the four beasts appeared in all directions, and a ten-foot radius was filled with the four spiritual energies of gold, wood, water, and fire.
it's not finished yet!
A layer of white light appeared on Song He's body, and thick Yin Qi swept out, replacing the Soaring Snake in the center that represented the earth attribute, making the formation instantly complete.
This was one of the reasons why he had quietly watched the conversation between Shen Lang and Ji Yuan before, but did not choose to take action immediately. He needed time to set up a large formation in secret!
"Certainly!"
Song He whispered a word, and immediately under the rotation of the five elements, all the strange images disappeared, and they completely disappeared in an instant.
Even the ghostly light on the seven-story magic tower dimmed in the constant flickering, its momentum suddenly lost most of its power, and it was teetering under the invasion of five-color brilliance.
Seeing this, Shen Lang snorted coldly, the magic formula in his hand kept changing, and a whole body of demonic energy poured into the magic tower from afar.
Relying on the seemingly infinite demonic energy, he was able to stabilize the seven-story demonic tower without being swept away by the five-color brilliance.
But even so, the connection between Shen Lang and the Demon Tower has become vague, and he can no longer do whatever he wants like an arm commanding him.
Even though he had cast several spells, he was unable to recall the seven-story magic tower. The treasure was actually fixed in mid-air by a steady stream of five-color brilliance that rolled in like a wave.
"My body is a demon, my thoughts are a ghost!"
Shen Lang no longer tried to recall the magic weapon, but the magic formula in his hands changed. In addition to the billowing demonic energy, there was also cold ghostly energy constantly spurting out from his body.
Many magic patterns appeared on his body, and the nearly withered blood in his body was revitalized. A stream of plasma surged through his body, and his aura suddenly increased by several percent.
At the same time, Shen Lang's soul exuded a chill, and from the soul light emanating from the center of his eyebrows, bursts of mournful wails could be heard, as if his soul had long been surrounded by countless wronged souls.
There was a bit of pain in his eyes, but it was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.
And after using the secret method, his physical strength is comparable to that of a martial artist at the peak of the second realm, and his soul light is even better than that of a monk at the peak of the second realm.
"Break it for me!"
Shen Lang roared loudly and punched in all directions like crazy.
Every time a fist is punched, there will be billowing demonic and ghostly energy roaring, condensing into a huge lion-headed shadow outside the shadow of the fist.
boom!
boom!!
boom!!!
boom!!!!
Four consecutive roars resounded throughout the world. Under the shadow of his fist, the four-dimensional beast shadows collapsed immediately. Among them, the green bamboo pen, folding fan, short blade, and inkstone were completely destroyed under the load!
The five-color brilliance destroyed four of them, and could no longer fix the intact magic weapon. Shen Lang just moved his heart, and the seven-story magic tower shrank back to its normal size and floated above his head.
Rays of light hung down from the tower, protecting his body within it.
At the same time, as the formation was broken, Song He immediately coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and his aura suddenly became weak. It was obvious that he had suffered serious backlash and had suffered serious internal injuries.
"Since you are so stubborn, I'd better send you to wait for a while."
Shen Lang had a cold look on his face, and as serious murderous intent flashed across his face, he immediately punched him hard.
The endless demonic energy and ghostly energy blended together, and once again condensed into a roaring lion-headed shadow on the fist shadow. Its power was terrifying and horrifying. If it really hit the body with a punch, let alone a second-level monk, even a second-level monk.
The physique of a martial artist at the peak of his realm was beaten to pieces on the spot.
At this critical moment, Zhou Yuyan stepped in front of her husband, thrust the sword finger in her hand forward, and the nine flying swords around her immediately shot out.
But in the blink of an eye, the nine flying swords turned into a huge sword shadow, and immediately collided with the roaring fist shadow with an indomitable momentum and heavy sword energy.
boom!!!
The moment the two came into contact, the tip of the sword collapsed directly, and a flying sword exploded on the spot.
A series of eight flying swords were shattered by the fist shadow, and the huge sword shadow also collapsed. Only one flying sword was left, carrying the spiritual energy left by the destruction of the other flying swords, struggling to resist in front of the fist shadow.
At this moment, Zhou Yuyan's face was pale, blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her aura was like a swaying mountain, which could completely collapse at any time.
Seeing this scene, Song He immediately put his hand on his wife's vest and poured out his magic power continuously, even at the expense of his own vitality to stabilize his foundation that was about to collapse.
At this moment, the sound of rushing water seemed to ring in their ears, pouring like a flood from a dam.
In fact, not only Song He and his wife, but everyone here also heard this sound.
"Shen Lang!!!"
An angry shout suddenly came out, overwhelming all the sounds in the world.
As if feeling the boundless anger contained in it, Shen Lang subconsciously looked back, and soon saw the heavy sword energy gathering into a river, rushing in like a mountain torrent bursting its embankment.
And at the end of this sword energy river was Ji Yuan with a glint of water in his eyes. This chapter has been completed!
