Jiang Yan was only in the Huiyang realm, and his cultivation was slightly inferior to Cao Yongli's, but what he had learned was extremely mixed.
Not to mention that as a disciple of Lu Daoxuan, he is an extremely skilled painter. Opening hundreds of acupuncture points in Tiandu makes his spiritual power many times higher than that of his peers.
Cao Li calculated in his mind that Jiang Chan should have reached his limit long ago, but even when he began to feel a little helpless, he didn't see Jiang Chan showing any signs of fatigue. He was like a humanoid monster that never tired.
Opening a hundred acupuncture points is a cultivation method of the demon clan. This is not a big deal in the tolerant Qingdu and Wen Mansion. It is not a big deal in the eyes of craftsmen like Mo Mansion, but in the eyes of people like Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism who claim to be orthodox in the world, this is an evil heretic.
The demon spirit power of opening a hundred acupuncture points is extremely compatible with the painting spirits Zhulong, Zhu Yan, and Jiuwei. Whether it is a mistake or intentional, in short, these painting spirits can display far more in Jiang Yan's hands than other painters.
Strong combat effectiveness.
Secondly, it has been honed through countless lives and deaths in the land of Yique. It has a body that can be called a monster. It has speed and strength comparable to that of a top martial artist. This gives the Jiamen method, which is originally a top-level cultivation method, a solid foundation.
, every move can break mountains and crack rocks, making him no less enlightened than a talented martial artist like Wu Jinghai.
Finally, there are those paper manikins and paper cranes. The small paper cranes look ordinary, but the spiritual storm set off by each explosion will destroy a Xingtian.
Each of these methods is extraordinary. As long as one of them is practiced to the extreme, one can have the qualifications to be at the top of Yuling. Jiang Yan has mastered them all, which makes Cao Yongliang a little tired of dealing with them.
These Xingtians were unparalleled in dealing with the people of Duyu Department and swept through Wanjun, but when they met Jiang Yan, they were a little powerless.
"Taicu, Hua Chao"
Jiang Yan gave a soft drink, and two beautiful swords passed through the stream of light, and pierced into the headless Xingtian's armpits at an extremely tricky angle. This was Xingtian's weakest point.
"Long Xiang, Feng Zhu"
The two swords were like dragons turning into phoenixes, and the Xingtian statue was easily dismembered again and collapsed and turned into soil.
"Ruibin, wind and thunder are angry, fish and dragon are miserable"
Each of the seven swords carries different visions through the battlefield, and the Xingtians wherever they pass are as thin as paper.
"You are worthy of being number one in the Eight Prefectures, I admire you." Cao Li frowned.
"Cao Lili, don't forget that I drew this pattern, and I know Xingtian's shortcomings best."
Xingtian's body proportions were built according to the most perfect warrior. Both defense and attack are perfect. The lack of the armpit is his biggest weakness.
Among all the painting spirits, only the sword-watching painting spirit has full attack power, and it also has flexibility that other painting spirits do not have, so Jiang Yan controls the sword himself.
"Originally I thought I couldn't bear to kill Jiang because of the old relationship with Cao, but I have to admit that if I don't do this, I might not be able to defeat you."
"Just use whatever means you have"
During the battle, Jiang Yan also noticed that Cao Lili was always keeping his hand, and Xing Tian, who had hundreds of statues, only used a small half.
"As a descendant of Jiang Liting and Jiang Boluan, I know you will not admit defeat. But you also know that I am a fake master. If you take my blow, even those who are in the Taoist realm may not be able to take it. Please wish yourself well.
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As he spoke, Cao Li grabbed a handful of the burial soil left behind after Xing Tian was shattered from the ground, and then played with it in his hands.
"The most powerful army in the world is buried in this burial soil, the Heavenly Amnesty Army. The souls of those barbarians cannot be buried in the underworld. Therefore, this soil is naturally contaminated with their murderous, sinister, and violent energy from their many years of fighting. This is in my opinion."
In my eyes, the value of burial soil far exceeds that of artifacts."
"And among all the attacks, only the sword has the most astonishing lethality and destructive power..."
The fingers of Cao Li's hands were as long and green as jade, and they were as good as Li Youlang. The soil was quickly pinched together. Cao Li held it with his palm, and a clay sword floated in the air.
The appearance of this clay sword was extremely lifelike, and the murderous aura contained in the burial soil was completely displayed on the sword. Therefore, as soon as the sword appeared in the world, everyone felt a chill, and even the entire sky instantly became gloomy.
"Heavenly craftsmanship, fake!"
The counterfeiter is enlightened and can use the things Cao pinches to create countless fakes in an instant, which are exactly the same as the real ones in terms of appearance, momentum and even lethality.
All the burial soil on the ground began to fuse on its own, and the original headless Xingtian also shattered and turned into clay swords.
Every sword carried a terrifying murderous aura. Jiang Yan felt the suffocating pressure and sharpness, as if he was facing a vast ocean, but this ocean was not made of water droplets, but a handle.
A sword that kills people!
Jiang Yan lamented the horror of the fake master's enlightenment. If he had this kind of enlightenment, a painting spirit in the spiritual realm could instantly become tens of thousands of spiritual realms under the fake magic. The difference in realm can often depend on the number.
To make up for it, just like how many ants kill an elephant, how many people in the world can stop him with such a method.
"Jiang Yan, what are you doing?"
At such a critical moment of life and death, Jiang Yan stared blankly at the sea of swords in front of him, motionless, forgetting to resist.
"Are you scared?"
Bao Yinzhi was very satisfied with Cao Lili's move, which is why Cao Lili was regarded as a Zhongxing person by everyone in Mo Mansion.
The current giants of the Mo Mansion surpassed Yu Ling in terms of strength and were ranked first in the world with Master Ji, but in the end they were not as good as dominating the world.
If Cao Lili grows up, whoever can compete with him will have the power to destroy the government.
Su Kou and Zhao Suixian were both worried about Jiang Gu, and Cao Liang was also very confident. He pressed down countless swords with one palm and fell densely on the ground.
Jiang Yan's body was extremely strong, but there was no way he could withstand such an attack.
After one move, Cao Li sighed with regret, and watched helplessly as countless clay swords engulfed Jiang Chan, and then he was about to turn around and leave.
Su Kou's face was ashen, Zhao Suixian clenched his fists tightly, only the people in Mo Mansion had smiles on their faces.
"Is this the number one in the Eight Prefectures?" Zhao Qingyang was a little disdainful. In his eyes, no one in the world was more talented than Cao Yong.
"It's not that Jiang Yan is not strong, it's just that he met Mo Mansion's Wushuang Enlightenment. A generation of genius will eventually fall here."
"Mr. Bao, will this anger Wenfu?" Zhao Qingyang was a little worried that Cao Cao would be retaliated by the strong men of Wenfu.
"Using the opportunity that was given to him just now, he gave up on his own. He was too confident and cost himself his life. Even Wei Changli couldn't say anything, not to mention they have too much to take care of themselves now," Bao Yinzhi said.
Just as Cao Li was leaving, he felt severe pain in his chest. He leaned over and saw a long sword inserted into his chest. Cao Li's eyes were full of doubt and despair.
Everyone was unable to react to the sudden change. Jiang Gu, who had no power to resist, not only did not die under the terrifying attack just now, but also achieved a desperate counterattack.
"How can it be…"
Cao Li turned around with difficulty and saw Jiang Chan's face. After Jiang Chan whispered a few words, Cao Li's body fell from the air and hit the soil.