Zheng Puguan's split body healed in an instant, and at the same time, all the power that entered his body was instantly beaten back.
The auras of various practitioners suddenly switched on his body. He was obviously just one person, but at this moment, he seemed to have transformed into more than ten practitioners in a row.
Boom boom boom boom…
The dozen or so strong men who took action were blasted away one after another.
On the contrary, their condition was even more miserable than that of the swordsmen of the Cangyun Sword Sect who were the first to attack alone. During the flight, they were almost holding their chests and gasping violently, spurting out a large amount of blood with every breath.
Violent earthquakes continued to sound outside the valley.
Many practitioners had powerful spiritual energy waves oscillating outside their bodies, but no one took action.
Not because of fear.
It's because I simply can't understand it.
It would be fine if he simply sealed his power and counterattacked, but Zheng Puguan's attack just now was a little different from the previous sword masters who used Tao swords to counterattack the Cangyun Sword Sect.
It was as if he had learned the techniques and the power of the magic weapons of the dozen or so strong men in an instant, and then selected the most restrained techniques to deal with the dozen or so strong men respectively.
Learn, differentiate, target, and act instantly.
What kind of ability and calculation is this?
At this time, they couldn't understand it at all, but they were vaguely sure that as long as they took action, they seemed to become the objects of learning.
The swordsman of the Cangyun Sword Sect finally calmed down. He looked at the monks who were blown away, and only one question came to his mind.
Does this kind of learning only exist in that moment, or does it mean that as soon as they take action, Zheng Puguan has already learned it, which is equivalent to transforming it into his own method?
Such a thought had just appeared in his mind, and with a crack, an unusually brilliant sword light had already lit up.
This sword intention and the lingering sword energy were exactly the same as his, but they were not sent by him.
His question has been answered.
There was a crisp snap.
A white-clothed practitioner not far in front of him was sent flying by this sword.
The black Zheng Puguan slowly fell from the sky to the ground.
His body is constantly changing with various powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, which are like continuous tides surging in the air.
All the practitioners in front of the valley turned pale.
At this time, they found themselves facing an almost unsolvable situation.
If you take action, you will be taught the secret.
But if you don't take action, you will only be beaten passively.
boom!
At this moment, with a roar like a bull stampeding on the ground, a figure flew up forcefully and directly hit the black Zheng Puguan like a meteorite.
This is a practitioner who purely cultivates the physical body.
None of the monks present even knew which sect he was from, but at this time, this practitioner was wearing a black ethereal armor. As the energy and blood in his body surged, the fluctuations of spiritual energy approaching from outside him were actually caused by
The scorching flames emanating from his Qi and blood forced him away.
His entire body was like a red-hot iron, with terrifying power constantly erupting as the heat spread.
Zheng Puguan seemed to be forced by his momentum, he paused suddenly and did not use any method for a while.
However, in the next moment, his knees were slightly bent, and he collided with the monk as if he was accumulating strength.
His body leaned back sharply, and countless white turbulence appeared behind his body.
But what was extremely simple and straightforward was that the cultivator who was wearing Nether Armor and purely cultivating the physical body was directly ejected and turned into a black spot in the sky.
All the monks were speechless when they saw this.
There is no such thing as learning without learning.
Zheng Puguan's response was even simpler.
It seems that only the characteristics of the body itself are enough to cope with such an intense attack.
A string of simple Buddhist beads fell from the sky and landed on the black Zheng Puguan.
All the practitioners present felt an unusually pure power of thought constantly bursting out from the beads.
None of them could sense where this string of beads came from, but what was certain was that even if it did not come from a powerful monk from the Buddhist sect, it was a spiritual impact method using the supreme magic weapon of the Buddhist sect.
It's just that the black Zheng Puguan didn't react at all.
Like a soulless puppet, he swept the simple string of beads to the ground.
The body of a monk facing the black Zheng Pu Temple trembled slightly.
Various sects in the Central God Continent have many wonderful methods, but now these methods seem to be of no use at all in front of the other party.
But does the other party really not need to consume anything?
He looked at the approaching Zheng Puguan and did not try to use any method to stop him. He just felt it wholeheartedly.
He wanted to feel clearly what kind of monster the other party was.
However, as the black Zheng Puguan got closer, he felt more and more that the other party was not a living thing at all, but a moving shadow.
"Let him in."
At this moment, the voice of the bald monk came from the valley.
"Do we really want him to go in directly?"
No one would question this bald monk, but after hearing his words, all the practitioners present did not feel relieved, but instead felt more worried in their hearts.
If this black Zheng Puguan can also learn and use the methods of people like the bald monk and even the Holy Lord Yi Ning, what kind of consequences are waiting for the world of cultivation?
The black Zheng Puguan continues to move forward.
All practitioners along the way gave way.
Instead, he moved faster and faster, and even the escape techniques used by all the practitioners when retreating seemed to have become the techniques he knew.
The moment the black Zheng Pu Guan stepped into the valley, the perceptions of all practitioners outside the valley were unable to enter the valley, as if two gates were suddenly closed in the void.
But they could clearly see Zheng Puguan's every move.
The black Zheng Puguan looked at the whereabouts of the Holy Lord Yi Ning without any emotion.
However, he was not able to see Holy Lord Yining, or even the bald monk and the female cultivator Ling.
Because there is a mountain in front of him.
A rocky mountain that smells of seawater.
The black Zheng Puguan stopped.
Before, he kept moving forward because he felt that he had no choice but to break through and no method could stop him from moving forward.
But at this time, he couldn't see through the mountain.
He himself did not notice any changes in himself, but all the practitioners outside the valley suddenly began to breathe heavily.
They saw several double images appearing around the black Zheng Puguan's body, as if the black Zheng Puguan was about to split into several people.
Chi!
A sword light lit up.
The black Zheng Puguan suddenly slashed out a sword.
The hot sword light became bigger and bigger, and the sword struck down towards the rocky mountain.