Jiang Yichen stretched out a claw and landed on Yi Wusheng's shoulder.
He should have taken advantage of the situation and directly attacked his throat. If it didn't work, he should have taken advantage of the situation and removed his shoulder bones.
But I saw that the hand just touched the shoulder briefly, and then retracted as if being pricked by a needle!
Then Yi Wusheng jumped up and kicked Jiang Yichen's chest and face with both feet. In the last move, he kicked Jiang Yichen backwards with a mountain-breaking kick.
Yi Wusheng's light kung fu was excellent, and his leg skills were pretty good, but Jiang Yichen's ability could at least avoid him eighty-eight times out of ten.
But during the whole process, Jiang Yichen was like a senseless puppet, swallowing up all of Yi Wusheng's kicks and falling into a miserable state.
If it hadn't been for the remaining willpower that supported him to raise his left hand and touch several key points on his chest to dissolve some congestion and seal some meridians, I'm afraid he would have died in a short time.
Yi Wusheng walked slowly about ten steps away, bent down and picked up the folding fan submerged in the muddy water. He slowly and slowly wiped the dirt off the fan with his sleeves. Before he could turn around and face Jiang Yichen again,
His body was twitching involuntarily.
"Hahahaha..."
Yi Wusheng is smiling.
"Hahahahaha, hahaha!"
Yi Wusheng was laughing wantonly, laughing until his whole body twitched, laughing until he couldn't stand upright, and laughing until he couldn't even walk steadily.
The heavy rain messed up his tied long hair, and he no longer looked like a gentle scholar, but a drunkard who laughed crazy and crazy.
Yi Wusheng smiled and walked towards Jiang Yichen who was lying on the ground.
He didn't walk very fast, deliberately imitating Jiang Yichen's gait when he walked towards him before, with a mocking look in his eyes.
"I didn't expect it. Your cleverness was just following my wishes and obediently walking into the hole I dug for you step by step."
"Hehehe!"
"There are really not many people in this world who can get close to me. If I hadn't given you this opportunity, do you really think you could point a sword at me?"
"How does this bone-crushing soft hedgehog armor taste?"
"Of course, this thing is not specially prepared for you. The world is dangerous. I am self-aware and know where my weaknesses are, so I will always be on guard. It is just used to deal with you, who is so miserable. It seems so suitable.
But it’s too late.”
"Hahaha! Hahaha..."
Looking at Jiang Yichen who was lying on the ground and almost no longer moving, Yi Wusheng paused, stopped laughing, frowned, a hint of unhappiness flashed in his expression, put away the folding fan and knocked it in his hand, looking around
, found where the Tianhe sword fell, and walked up.
Instead of being as careful as he was when picking up a blade of grass, Yi Wusheng only picked up the Tianhe Sword with two fingers and threw it straight towards Jiang Yichen.
The Tianhe Sword pierced the ground obliquely, and a lot of water splashed on Jiang Yichen's face, but it was still difficult to see any movement.
But Yi Wusheng's eyes were so sharp. When he saw Jiang Yichen's weak and rising chest, he knew that his energy was not exhausted, so he continued, "The poison simmered on the barbs is bone-eroding powder. I specially asked Wang Zhizhi to help prepare it. This poison is lethal."
Normally, it just spreads very quickly, mainly to paralyze the opponent quickly. You know, as long as the opponent slows down even a little bit, it is enough to turn the tide of the battle for your level."
"Although I don't know what method your kid used, and I haven't heard of the Nether Sect's method of being invulnerable to all poisons, but Yin Li used so many poisons on you but couldn't poison you to death. How can this poison you?
Will it be too much to bear?”
"Although you are hateful, you are quite appetizing to me. As long as you stand up after ten breaths, I will give you another chance to take action, and I will also leave you with a whole body. I will kill and bury you. That little girl and those
I won’t care about this guy’s situation.”
"But if you fail to stand up after ten breaths, I will chop off your head right now, and I won't let that girl have an easy time either."
Yi Wusheng was not talking to himself.
Jiang Yichen heard everything he said clearly.
Yi Wusheng is not an alarmist.
Jiang Yichen believed that with Yi Wusheng's character, he could indeed do what he said.
It's just that Jiang Yichen's mind is in a state of confusion and his body is paralyzed and unable to control himself. What can he do now?
After grabbing Yi Wusheng's shoulder with one hand, Jiang Yichen knew that he was being plotted.
However, before he could pay attention to the severe pain that was riddled with holes in his right hand, he noticed that the numbness started from the palm of his right hand and quickly spread throughout his body.
Before he could completely control the toxins in his body using the acupuncture and pulse-cutting technique, Yi Wusheng kicked him to pieces with a flying kick. The toxins from the Bone Erosion Powder also spread crazily in the process, and he
Most of his body lost consciousness in an instant.
No matter how weak the lethality is, it is only relative after all. The paralysis of Bone Erosion Powder alone, if it directly paralyzed the heart, brain and lungs, would have just passed out and he would never wake up again.
"ten."
Hearing Yi Wusheng's counting sound, Jiang Yichen was a little stunned for a moment.
Because he heard the subtle urgency hidden in the voice.
"Nine."
Jiang Yichen didn't know whether to be angry or smile bitterly. In short, he was not desperate.
He could feel Yi Wusheng's intention, first to make him full of hope, and then to make him completely fall into the abyss of despair, unable to extricate himself.
The enemy was so powerful that he underestimated him.
Yi Wusheng was really good at scheming, and he understood him completely. He could manipulate him at will, but there was nothing he could do about it.
But this enemy's temperament is too weird. He is so weird that he is worried that he will play too much and lose his opponent, but he still has more to say.
"eight."
Is there any possibility for him to make a comeback? Jiang Yichen asked himself.
He felt that except for his own thinking, everything else was beyond his control.
He couldn't even take a deep breath.
Just as he was thinking this, a cold air ruthlessly poured into his nose and mouth.
He regained his breath in an instant, but he drank a lot of rainwater, blood, and muddy water into his nose and mouth, and the fishy smell stuck in his throat, making him feel nauseous.
"seven."
"Cough! Cough cough..."
Jiang Yichen coughed several times, coughing up a lot of turbid matter, but other than a few tremors, there was no other progress.
Yi Wusheng was stunned for a long time when he saw this, and his frown deepened. Ten breaths had passed, but he just continued dullly, "Six."
Jiang Yichen could not move his body, but his mind seemed to have been baptized by heaven and earth.
He once again felt the so-called natural power of heaven and earth, which was related to the mud debris that had not yet been cleared from his mouth.
Although it was a bit incredible, he couldn't deny that this feeling was exactly the same as the sword he used when he faced Yun Xiaobai last time.
Not in front of the wooden house in Yin Yang Valley, but on the lawn of Longyuan Gorge, under Yun Xiaobai's Broken Mountain River.
That time, Jiang Yichen caught a glimpse of the "Wuxian Sitting and Forgetting Mind Technique" in the ethereal world and saved the day from danger.
This time, Yi Wusheng had already watched and wiped him out. If there was any other trump card for a comeback, then it was indeed the only book he had yet to get hold of, the "Wuxian Sitting and Forgetting Mind Method" that he had yet to master.
"Sit and forget first, and then become formless. Forgetting the boundaries between things and myself, reaching a state of no self, no merit, and no name, having nothing to rely on and swimming in the infinite, this is called formlessness..."
From the moment he regarded himself as a member of the Wuxiang Sect and determined to avenge the Wuxiang Sect, Jiang Yichen began to study this blood-stained method. Even though he has never been able to understand its profound meaning, all the contents of the entire mental method are undoubtedly
They were all in his heart. At this moment, his thoughts were whirling, and the words in hundreds of lines of exercises flashed clearly in his mind one by one.
At this moment, Jiang Yichen seemed to have new insights into the four words "Zuowang" and "Wuxian".
To sit and forget is to forget oneself, to be without form is to be selfless, to forget oneself and not to be selfless is to be natural.
He cannot sense the existence of his body now, only his mind still exists, and he easily forgets himself, and his mind naturally blends with nature.
Yi Wusheng has disappeared from his world, and he is no longer blind. To be precise, he is no longer himself.
He could only see the sky above the Yin-Yang Valley, the rain falling from the sky, and the land where the rain fell, but he was not there on the land.
But what then?
Jiang Yichen seemed to be questioning the world, but his voice drifted into the distance and then came back. It turned out that he could only ask and answer by himself.
But he soon had an answer in his heart.
The voice was very childish, the sound of a conversation between two children. The voice was very distant and came from a long time ago.
Before he left Xishan Island, he overheard the argument between two little kids, Hu Tou and Huniu.
Hutou said, "That's mine!"
Huniu said, "What's yours is mine!"
Hutou said, "What about yours?"
Huniu said, "Of course what's mine is still mine, Luo Luo Luo!"
What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine.
Jiang Yichen seemed to have found the answer.
He is selfless and blends with heaven and earth, then he is heaven and earth, heaven and earth is him, what is his is his, what is natural about heaven and earth can also be his!
However, there is still a key missing, a key to communicate and use the power of heaven and earth.
Where is this key?
Jiang Yichen questioned himself again.
"Perhaps in the distant past, the martial arts practitioners or practitioners in the martial arts world were not as difficult as us. A large number of people had inexhaustible internal strength, and they could easily
The power of communication between heaven and earth is based on the principle of "killing a person thousands of miles away and unwilling to take ten steps" is the normal state."
"But now, using Qi to control a sword is really a rudimentary thing. Just like the Fourteenth Sword, you need to forcibly dissipate an internal skill in order to borrow the power of heaven and earth to control the flying sword with you. After less than half a cup of tea, the Qi will be exhausted.
This is extremely unwise."
"If you really have that courage, wouldn't it be more lethal to use the power of heaven and earth as a sword?"
This was Leng Mei's comment a few days ago when he and Leng Mei were talking about Sword Fourteen's miraculous technique of controlling swords with energy.
Looking back at this moment, Jiang Yichen had already glimpsed the secret of heaven.
If you can't control a sword with Qi, then how about using Qi to communicate with the power of heaven and earth?
His inner breath is the key!
"one."
Yi Wusheng finally counted one.
And Jiang Yichen stood up without disappointing him.
"Very good." Yi Wusheng praised, "Pick up the sword and give you one last chance."
Yi Wusheng smiled at Cen Cen, unaware that Jiang Yichen could not hear any outside sounds and was still completely immersed in his own world.
Not even close, Jiang Yichen thought to himself.
He was trying to communicate with the power of heaven and earth. He vaguely felt that he had reached some kind of contract with heaven and earth, but he was still a little short of it, that is, he could not fully control the power of heaven and earth.
what to do?
This time no other voice sounded in his mind, but he recalled Leng Mei's words.
Forcibly dissipate gong.
Internal strength cultivation is not about filling a bowl of rice with a glass of water. If you don’t want to eat or are not used to drinking, just throw it away.
The skills have long been integrated with the limbs and bones, and some changes are irreversible. They will not cease to exist just because the skills are lost. If you want to choose a more appropriate metaphor, it is a sword inlaid with gold. You have to remove that layer of gold.
Can it be re-polished?
However, the internal energy that is melted into the Dantian acupoints during practice will always have a surplus that can be used except for daily use. This surplus accounts for at least 30% of the internal energy that the entire set of exercises can contain.
Thirty percent.
With this 30%, can he be like the Fourteenth Sword, using the power of heaven and earth wherever he wants?
"Spreading Qigong is a step-by-step process. Half a day is appropriate, and a few hours are always needed. Forcibly spreading Qigong in this way will cause considerable damage to the Dantian meridians. If it is not maintained in time and the root cause of the disease is left, there will always be problems when practicing new internal skills in the future.
question."
This was what he could always hear in his ears when he was not yet able to practice internal skills. The adults in the village were giving lectures or admonitions to other friends.
Jiang Yichen's Dantian was already damaged, otherwise he wouldn't have been unable to practice internal energy for so many years.
The current "fake Dantian" is shaped by the frost and snow energy.
Damaged? What’s there to fear?
As for his meridians, they had been dilated and thinned by Master Xuchen, and secretly helped by Xuan Xiao. They must have been different from ordinary people, and it was really difficult to cause any damage.
I already have a plan in mind.
Jiang Yichen held the hilt of the Tianhe Sword.
Yi Wusheng's smile grew stronger, and he was extremely satisfied with Jiang Yichen's performance.
Seeing Jiang Yichen holding the earth in his left hand and the sky in his right hand.
Seeing Jiang Yichen stabbing his sword, the sword was like a shooting star. Although it was dazzling, it was still boring, nothing new, and no threat.
Seeing Jiang Yichen's sword coming.
The tip of the Tianhe Sword hit the barren fan surface without any accident, preventing it from making any progress.
Yi Wusheng suddenly felt that it was boring, and said expressionlessly, "Then, you can go and die."
Yi Wusheng was about to swing his fan to open the Tianhe Sword, but suddenly found that his whole body had been frozen to the bone by the cold.
But the raindrops in front of me that should have fallen from the sky and hit the ground no longer fell, but were gathered together, stretched, and turned into sword blades.
The sword pointed at the center of his eyebrows, his face, his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and of course his body and limbs.
He was wetted by the sword edges formed by the rainwater.
Just now, he only noticed the sword thrust by Jiang Yichen, but missed the unnatural tremor in the area behind Jiang Yichen.
He didn't feel any pain yet, either because he was numb from the cold, or because the blades were not sharp enough.
But gradually, he discovered that a sword edge had pierced his eyebrows, sliced open his face, and pierced his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. In addition to his chest, abdomen, and shoulders, there were soft hedgehog armors on his body.
, in addition to being able to block these cold and sharp sword edges, his head and limbs were already pierced by sword edges made of frost.
Just like Jiang Yichen's right hand was pricked with holes by soft hedgehog armor!
Yi Wusheng stopped breathing. He died miserably and was stabbed into a hedgehog by the ice rain swords.
He died a horrible death because everything happened so unexpectedly.
Jiang Yichen sat cross-legged. He had just learned the basics of "Sitting Without Forms and Forgetting the Mind". The dissipated skills still remained and could not be wasted.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there were footsteps in the rain.
There was no silver ringtone that he had become familiar with over the past two days.
Fortunately, the visitor spoke, and the voice was one he was familiar with.
"I heard his laughter." The visitor explained, seemingly extremely tired, but his voice was very relaxed.
Jiang Yichen smiled happily and said, "Yeah, but he didn't have the last laugh."