Chapter 689 Thunder Dao Fa, relax muscles and muscles
"Come again!" Ye Xingyu waved to Ye Qingquan, with a calm attitude. He wanted to see what other tricks this Ye family monk had.
At this point, Ye Qingquan no longer planned to negotiate for peace. He made another sword gesture and pointed it in the air. The flying sword suspended in front of him immediately turned into a rainbow light and flew forward.
Although the sword is fast, it is not as fast as bullet shooting, but it can turn midway and is more agile.
Because of this, the threat posed by a sword-wielding monk is likely to exceed that of the world's top sharpshooters.
But for Ye Xingyu, neither bullets nor flying swords pose any threat to him.
Under the powerful perception of the soul, all high-speed moving objects turned into snails and could no longer move faster. It was as clear as a slow-motion shot in a movie.
I saw Ye Xingyu tilted his head, and the flying sword missed again, and a "swish" sound passed by his ears without hurting a hair.
But under the control of Ye Qingquan's soul, the flying sword stabbed into the air turned around, flew back immediately, and continued to attack Ye Xingyu.
Moreover, this time it did not go in a straight line, but drew a strange arc, going around the bend and stabbing Ye Xingyu's lower back and spine diagonally.
Ye Xingyu did not turn around, but twisted his waist, and the flying sword just passed by and missed his body by a hair.
After several consecutive sword attacks without hurting his opponent, Ye Qingquan was frightened and angry, so he used his left hand to perform a seal, with his palm upward and his five fingers facing the sky. Immediately, there was a green light flashing around his fingertips, and he hesitated.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingquan shouted loudly, waved his palm in the air, and a green lightning shot out from his palm, faster than a flying sword, and hit Ye Xingyu instantly.
Ye Qingquan was overjoyed, finally seeing the dawn of victory, and was inevitably a little excited.
You must know that in addition to being able to kill enemies with swords, cultivators also know other Taoist arts. Among them, the two methods of fire and thunder are the most powerful. Those who are attacked will not only die, but at least their skin will be peeled off.
Take Ye Quankun for example, he died due to his own fireball technique and was burned alive when touched.
Compared with other spells, thunder spells have another distinctive feature, that is, they are extremely fast and often cannot be avoided by opponents. This is also the main reason why Ye Qingquan changed to use thunder spells midway.
It's a pity that he was happy too early.
Although the cyan lightning hit accurately, it did not cause any harm to Ye Xingyu. Instead, it made him stretch comfortably.
In fact, it's not that he can't hide, but he doesn't want to hide because it's completely unnecessary.
For Ye Xingyu, what he is most afraid of is thunder, and what he is least afraid of is thunder.
He has experienced countless thunder disasters and is most familiar with the power of thunder and is extremely adaptable to it. He can even absorb the power of thunder to strengthen himself.
When encountering ordinary thunder magic, he didn't have to hide at all. He could bear it with his physical body, just like scratching an itch.
So when he saw the lightning coming, Ye Xingyu remained motionless and let it hit his body, treating it as a free massage to relax his muscles and activate his muscles.
It's not that the night stars are too big, the actual power of thunder and lightning can be roughly judged from the color and shape, which is almost the same.
Let’s talk about color first. From low to high energy intensity, it can appear in five types: white, cyan, blue, purple and black.
Then there is the shape, which mainly includes beam and ball. The energy of ball lightning is highly condensed and extremely powerful, while beam lightning is much weaker and more common. If there is a fork at the end, the energy will be further dispersed and weakened.
The Tao method of simulating thunder and lightning with the power of the soul also follows this principle. The power can be estimated based on the color and shape. For example, the palm thunder used by Ye Qingquan just now has a cyan color and a beam-like structure, which is completely within Ye Xingyu's body.
It is within the tolerance range, so there is no need to hide at all.
But while Ye Qingquan was using his thunder technique, he also did not forget to use his flying sword. As soon as Ye Xingyu started to stretch, the blade of the sword was already coming towards him.
Ye Xingyu took his time and opened his mouth and blew a breath. The flying sword that soared in front of him was like a paper airplane hit by a strong wind. Not only was it unable to move forward, it was also blown around.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qingquan's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his eyes were full of shock.
The next second, the flying sword lost control and suddenly fell to the ground. No matter what Ye Qingquan did, it was of no avail.
For a sword-controlling monk, the flying sword is often his natal magic weapon. After years of spiritual sacrifice, his mind and heart have long been in tune with it. It is like a part of the body, and it is impossible not to be able to command it.
But that was the truth. Not only was Ye Qingquan unable to control the flying sword, he had also lost even the most basic senses. It was simply outrageous.
Before he could figure out the reason, the flying sword that fell to the ground suddenly jumped up and flew into Ye Xingyu's hand with a "whoosh".
Ye Xingyu picked up the flying sword and took a look at it, shook his head and sighed: "The quality is too poor to be used!"
Ye Qingquan was shocked and angry. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the other party continue: "But... it's enough to kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword flew out of his hand, regained its spirituality and floated in mid-air.
But the sword slowly turned its direction, with the tip pointing towards Ye Qingquan and the handle close to Ye Xingyu.
"Not good!" Ye Qingquan shouted secretly, his expression became extremely nervous, and the hairs all over his body stood up, as if a disaster was about to happen.
"Go!" Ye Xingyu moved his fingers, and the flying sword was like an arrow from the string, with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and shot straight towards Ye Qingquan.
Ye Qingquan did not dare to neglect, he put his hands together in front of his chest, and formed the mudra as quickly as possible. Suddenly, a faint golden halo appeared in front of him, forming a huge circular light shield, protecting most of his body.
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Immortal cultivators are more aware of danger than ancient warriors, but they do not have the agility of ancient warriors. It is difficult to avoid a sudden attack, so they can only resist with Taoism.
The flying sword whizzed over and pierced the center of the light shield. It seemed to encounter great resistance and suddenly stopped, unable to make any progress.
At the same time, the sword body trembled continuously and made a "buzzing" sound.
Seeing the light shield blocking the flying sword, Ye Qingquan's expression did not improve at all, but instead became more solemn.
Sure enough, the pale golden halo shield could not last long before countless cracks began to appear, spreading from the center to the surroundings.
The flying sword trembled more violently, and the buzzing sound became louder and louder, as if it was about to explode at any time.
Ye Qingquan frowned, his face was extremely heavy, he did not dare to relax at all, he was gritting his teeth and trying his best to resist.
Helplessly, the pressure is increasing and he will soon be unable to hold on.
On the other hand, Ye Xingyu had a natural demeanor, a smile on his lips, and was indescribably relaxed and comfortable.
Based on this alone, one can judge the difference between the two.
It was too late, but it was faster than that. Within a few seconds, a loud roar was heard, and the light shield in front of Ye Qingquan completely shattered, turning into countless light spots and disappearing.
The flying sword also broke into two pieces at the same time, with its head and tail separated.