Liu Xuan looked up at Liu Dashao, who was completely suppressing the shadow master and launching a fierce attack in mid-air, with astonishment in her eyes, as if she had seen something incredible.
As if she didn't quite believe what she saw with her eyes, Liu Xuan hurriedly shook her head a few times, rubbed her eyes a few times with her slender jade fingers, and looked into the air again.
This time, Liu Xuan was finally sure that there was nothing wrong with the scene she had just seen. The elder brother was really suppressing the movie host from all directions and attacking.
Seeing the movie master's actions of constantly blocking and dodging under the fierce attacks of the Heavenly Sword, Liu Xuan had a strong question in her heart, why is this happening?
Since the eldest brother is so powerful that the Shadow Master has no time to counterattack, why did he do those useless things before? Wouldn't it be enough to directly defeat the Shadow Master and win a complete victory?
Liu Xuan, who was confused, couldn't understand her elder brother's mysterious behavior, so she had to look at the two people who were fighting with all their strength in mid-air.
Compared with Liu Xuan's full of questions, Wen Renzheng, who was arranging for Young Master Liu on the treetops in the distance, stared at the two fighting in the air, raised the wine gourd in his hand and took a sip.
Wen Renzheng's old but sparkling eyes looked at the two people who were fighting, and his eyes were full of brilliant colors, revealing some indescribable expressions.
He seemed to want to say something, but didn't know what to say.
Liu Dashao, who was mastering the air, naturally didn't know the different thoughts of the younger sister and the old man. He used the Eighth Sword Song to attack the shadow master who was a little tired of dealing with it.
The swords and blades collided in the air, and a sound comparable to the sound of thunder roared in the air. The strong wind containing the strong energy that seemed to overwhelm the river directly lifted the two of them towards the ground.
Young Master Liu and the shadow master both stepped back several feet before they stabilized their figures.
The film owner half-knelt on one knee, holding the handle of the sword in his backhand and leaning on the ground. His eyes were suspicious as he looked at Young Master Liu who was leaning on the ground with the heavenly sword dozens of feet away.
"Inner breath... Inner breath is fierce and vigorous, endless and endless, Yiqi Sutra? Is it the Yiqi Sutra?"
Has the prince practiced the Taoist martial arts' supreme inner skill "Qi Yi Jing" that has not been passed down to the world?
No, it’s more than that, definitely more than that.
The Yiqi Sutra alone cannot bring a person's true energy to such a surging and majestic level. There should be a complementary inner strength and mental method that can be used simultaneously with the Yiqi Sutra.
Although I don’t know what the mental method is, my lord, you have definitely practiced another Taoist mental method that complements the Yiqi Sutra.
Absolutely, absolutely.
Otherwise, your true energy would never be so strong. After performing more than a hundred sword moves filled with true energy, you are just a little exhausted."
Young Master Liu's whole body was shaking like chaff as he listened to the shadow master's somewhat trembling words. He took a few deep breaths and grinned at the shadow master. He neither admitted that he had practiced the Taoist Qi Yi Jing nor denied it.
At this point, it's useless to talk too much, and the real thing is to seize the time to restore the energy consumed in your body.
As for what the film owner will think, that is his own business.
While Young Master Liu was trying his best to restore his true energy, the shadow master stood up smoothly and waved the Yan Fei Dao with his backhand as if he had not lost much.
Liu Da saw this situation and his heart trembled. Could it be that the hundreds of fierce moves in succession didn't have a huge impact on the shadow master?
The film owner raised his hand and patted his already tattered cloak a few times, and the dust and smoke fell to the ground like snow.
The film owner's slightly withered fingers caressed the blade for a moment, and his eyes cast a meaningful glance at Wen Renzheng, who was arranging for Young Master Liu on the treetops dozens of steps away.
"Your Majesty."
The shadow master shouted loudly, "Prince", which made Young Master Liu tense up. He didn't know what the shadow master meant by these words.
The film owner seemed to see Liu Mingzhi's pupils shrinking suddenly, and walked towards Young Master Liu step by step with the Yanling knife.
"Since the prince has also cultivated the supreme mental method of the Taoist sect, it is no longer easy for me to hide my clumsiness. The prince will use my immeasurable move from the Infinite Sword Sutra."
The figure of the film owner walking towards Young Master Liu gradually became blurry, giving people the feeling that he was obviously there, but he couldn't see clearly.
As the blurry figure of the shadow master gradually approached Mr. Liu's position, the shadow master suddenly raised the Yanling Dao above his head with both hands, and the figure seemed to change from blur to nothingness.
It seemed that the wind had stopped and the surrounding air fell into silence.
A person and a handful just stagnated in mid-air, gradually becoming ethereal and elusive.
It seems that it is a knife, and it seems to be a person, or maybe the man and the knife merge into one.
Liu Mingzhi, who was dozens of steps away, trembled violently. He could no longer tell whether the thing he saw in his eyes was the shadow master or the Yan Ling knife with cold light, or whether they had merged together.
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It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like it was just a short moment. The Yan Fei Dao that was stagnant in mid-air exuded a domineering power that made people unable to resist any thoughts, and suddenly flew towards Young Master Liu.
Without any thought or measurement, Liu Mingzhi condensed a thick body-protecting aura almost entirely by subconscious movements, and protected the Heavenly Sword in front of him.
Liu Mingzhi was sure that he was not dazzled, nor was he dreaming. He really clearly saw the Yan Ling Dao attacking him.
The speed of the sword was not very fast, but there was an unavoidable feeling of powerlessness welling up in my heart.
There was no deafening movement, and there was no loud roar of the bronze bell, only a muffled pop echoed in the ears of several people.
Liu Mingzhi, whose whole body was filled with protective aura, suddenly disappeared with a muffled sound, as if the protective aura had never existed.
Young Master Liu's expression froze, and he was like a kite with its string broken, flying gracefully towards a distance of more than ten feet.
There were a few muffled sounds of "dong dong dong", and Young Master Liu rolled a few times on the ground, then the carp stood up straight away.
Holding the hilt of the Heavenly Sword tightly with his right hand, he thrust it into the ground with force. Young Master Liu lowered his head slightly and looked at the torn and messy clothes on his chest. He raised a difficult eyebrow at the shadow master whose figure was clearly visible in the position where he was standing just now.
Thumbs up.
"Immeasurable, I have seen it. Senior, you are so... good at swordsmanship. This junior wears... wears... puff... bangchi... puff..."
Before Liu Mingzhi finished speaking, two mouthfuls of bright red blood spurted out from his mouth, and little bits of blood splashed into the dust like plum blossoms.
When the last mouthful of blood spurted out, Mr. Liu's left leg immediately bent, and his knees fell heavily toward the ground.
As he coughed lightly, Mr. Liu's standing posture changed to kneeling on one knee, holding the Heavenly Sword.
"Big brother"
Liu Xuan, who was far away, saw Young Master Liu's condition and ran towards her elder brother with a flaw that was almost torn apart.
Compared to Liu Xuanfang, who was trembling and flawless, Wen Renzheng's expression was much calmer.
While Liu Xuan jumped towards Young Master Liu, Wen Renzheng's figure standing on the treetops suddenly appeared a few steps away from the shadow master.
Looking at the resolute figure holding the Yanling Sword, Wen Renzheng's old eyes showed an indescribable complex look.
"Three flowers gather at the top, and five qi rise towards the yuan. Has Brother Li actually reached that state?"
The film owner glanced at Liu Mingzhi's brother and sister, sighed quietly and looked to the southwest of the imperial mausoleum.
"With the magnanimity of his expression, he helped me enter a realm that no one in the world has ever reached in more than a hundred years, and it made me have a higher level of vision.
It doesn’t seem right to say that, Brother Wenren has already experienced what it feels like when three flowers gather at the top before me.”