The thousand-jin copper tripod that Li Yundong threw into the air hit the ground with a muffled sound, and everyone's hearts trembled. ≥
Practitioners from various sects looked at Li Yundong in shock, as if they were looking at a Monkey King jumping out of a crack in the rocks. They couldn't understand where this guy came from and how he could be so powerful!
After a long time, some of them came back to their senses, took a long breath, and exclaimed: "It's amazing!"
"What sect does this guy come from? Why have I never heard of it before?"
"Strong, really strong!"
Some young practitioners who were not very experienced in martial arts whispered to each other: "This man is really amazingly powerful. Could it be that he is born with supernatural powers?"
Some older and more experienced senior brothers and sisters took the opportunity to say to their junior brothers and sisters: "There are almost no practitioners in this world who are born with supernatural powers. If you see that he is powerful, it is because he has deep cultivation and solid foundation.
The breath all over the body is condensed into steel, so that the true energy is powerful! Human strength alone cannot hold such a heavy thing, let alone lifting it with such ease?"
"We must wrap this thousand-jin cauldron with true energy, and then mobilize the breath of the kidneys and liver to activate the power in the body. Only by combining the two into one can we do it!"
The young practitioner suddenly realized: "I see, it doesn't seem difficult to say it! In this case, I can do it too."
The older cultivator said earnestly: "There are many people who can do this, but there are very few who can counterattack and defeat the enemy at that moment! Look at this Li Yundong, he was almost bound to lose just now.
In a place where death is inevitable, you know how to adapt to local conditions, use local materials, and then turn defeat into victory! This is an amazing skill!"
Practitioners from various sects were whispering to each other, and Ruan Hongling couldn't help but pull Ziyuan's sleeve and whispered: "Sister Ziyuan, this guy has become so powerful! He's so strong, even stronger than before!"
Ziyuan's face remained unchanged, but her eyes showed a look of relief as she looked towards the field. She also whispered: "He has survived the catastrophe. Naturally, he soared into the sky and became a blockbuster! I believe that after this battle, Li Yundong will
These three words will become a well-known name in the world of cultivation!"
Ruan Hongling looked at Li Yundong with envy, jealousy, admiration and sourness, pouting and snorting: "Let's see if this guy can survive the next round of battles!"
At this time, Li Yundong walked back to the long line he had drawn before, cupped his hands, and said loudly: "I won by luck just now. I wonder who wants to give me advice in the next game?"
As soon as his voice came out, the whispering in the field immediately stopped, and everyone looked at each other for a while.
Originally some young and energetic practitioners who felt that their skills were excellent wanted to step forward, but after seeing the fight between Li Yundong and Du Fei, all of them suddenly turned into cowards and refused to go out.
Some other very powerful and experienced cultivators were secretly murmuring and planning whether they should go out and fight this battle. It would be easy to say if they won, but if they lost, it would be something that they would not be able to hold their heads up for in the future.
Big loss.
For a moment, all the sects shrank back, but then they saw a tall and thin man walking out.
This man was wearing a wide and long Taoist robe, and an alchemist's hat on his head. His eyebrows were long and thin, and the corners of his eyebrows were turned up, just like a mourning eyebrow. The corners of his mouth were drooped, as if his mother had just died.
The face is sad.
He was holding a wooden sword in one hand, and his whole body was like a kite in the wind. It only took a gust of wind to blow him away.
The man walked into the field, cupped his hands, and said, "Zhao Wu-ki, the true sect below..."
Before he could finish his words, the practitioners from various sects on the scene burst out laughing: "Fang Zhen Sect? What kind of sect is this? I've never heard of it! And Zhao Wuji, what a scary name!"
"Hey, man, is that wooden sword of yours okay? Is it a mahogany sword? You'd better go catch ghosts and draw talismans. Don't embarrass yourself here!"
Zhao Wuji ignored them and just said to Li Yundong slowly: "Master Li, I don't have much ability. Only this wooden sword in my hand is a magic weapon that can barely see people. I also know that I am not your opponent, so why not
Let my magic weapon compete with yours. Whoever's magic weapon wins will be considered the winner. How about that?"
Before Li Yundong could speak, practitioners from other sects burst out laughing: "Brother, you are not mistaken, use your broken wooden sword to fight the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan!"
"Look, within two turns, this wooden sword will be broken!"
Li Yundong listened to everyone's ridicule, but saw that Zhao Wuji didn't take it to heart at all. He secretly shuddered in his heart and thought: If he doesn't dare to go to Liangshan without three points and three points, this man must have something to hold on to!
Li Yundong smiled slightly and said, "Okay!" After saying that, he threw the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan in his hand into the sky.
The Seven Treasures Psychic Fan suddenly jumped into the air, and all the fan blades opened with a swish sound. The golden Sanskrit characters on each fan blade emitted a dazzling golden light, which was extremely dazzling even in broad daylight.
Zhao Wuji saw the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan emitting golden brilliance majestically in mid-air, as if inviting a fight. He also took a deep breath, muttered something in his mouth, put his finger in his mouth and bit it hard. After biting the blood on his fingertip, he wiped out the blood.
Just paint it on this wooden sword.
In an instant, the wooden sword suddenly came to life, twisting on its own, as if desperately sucking Zhao Wuji's blood, and Zhao Wuji's face became more and more miserable and old, and his two eyebrows drooped even more.
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Zheng Yuan, the head of the Yin and Yang Sect of Wuhua Mountain, is the oldest practitioner here and the most senior practitioner. He is well-informed. When he saw this sword sucking blood like this, he suddenly lost his voice in shock and said: "Nine
Yin locust wood sword!"
The cultivators who were close to him turned their heads to look at him, as if they didn't understand what kind of magic weapon the Nine Yin Locust Wood Sword was, which made him so frightened.
Ding Nan was very good at observing words and expressions, and immediately asked obediently: "Master, what is the Jiuyin locust wood sword? I have only heard of peach wood making swords, but never heard of locust wood making swords. Locust wood can also be used to make utensils.
What?"
Zheng Yuan was very satisfied with Ding Nan's cleverness. He glanced at Ding Nan and thought: Ping'er has become much cleverer after she came back to life!
Zheng Yuan stroked his beard and said, "Tell me, why can the peach wood sword be used to make a long sword, while many Taoists use it to catch ghosts?"
How did Ding Nan know this? She was afraid that she would be exposed, so she deliberately said coquettishly: "Master, don't be so secretive, just tell me!"
Zheng Yuan was very impressed by her trick, and without doubting his presence, he said: "Because peach wood is a natural yang thing, and ghosts are yin and filthy things in the world. Naturally, one thing can overcome the other! So peach wood
Swords can be used to restrain yin things! But locust tree is different. Sophora japonica is a natural yin thing..."
Ding Nan asked in confusion: "Why is this?"
Zheng Yuan was born with a good face, and he was just showing off at this time. He thought that Ding Nan was asking this deliberately to cooperate with him. He really didn't know where he expected her to be. He chuckled and said: "You think, there is a ghost next to the tree.
What is the word? Sophora japonica is the word for the Sophora japonica tree! Ghosts are the most yin in the world, and they like to stay in the shade the most. The Sophora japonica tree is naturally yin, so ghosts often stay with the Sophora japonica tree, making the Sophora japonica tree even more yin!"
"This Nine Yin Locust Wood Sword can not only absorb the ghosts for its own use, but also constantly absorb people's Yang Qi to feed the Yin Ghosts in the Locust Wood Sword. Look at this Zhao Wuji who is so skinny and has a sad look on his face.
The result of the Yang Qi in the body being sucked out."
Ding Nan was startled and asked: "Then this person still uses this magic weapon? Isn't he seeking death?"
Zheng Yuan laughed and said: "This Jiuyin Locust Wood Sword is extremely domineering and powerful. If you get it, any ordinary practitioner can become a great master. How can you give up so easily?"
As he was talking, the Jiuyin Sophora wood sword in Zhao Wuji's hand had already absorbed blood and Yang Qi. It suddenly let out a shrill and cold scream, like a night owl's long cry, which made everyone on the scene tremble with fear.
, the hairs all over his body stood on end.
The Jiuyin Locust Wood Sword was struggling hard in Zhao Wuji's hand, like a fierce ghost going crazy and trying to pounce on its target. The look made people feel cold all over, but Zhao Wuji still didn't let go, and instead took a deep breath.
He took a breath and sprayed towards the locust wood sword.
Ding Nan saw that the locust wood sword was twisted like a snake, with vicious and ferocious faces appearing one after another on it. Although her hair stood on end, she still asked: "Why is he still breathing?"
Zheng Yuan stroked his beard and nodded slightly: "Zhao Wuji knows how to go all out in one go, then weaken again, and then exhaust himself. He is a little clever. This principle is the same as cockfighting. Seeing that the cockfighting on his side is already eager to try, but
Never let it go, but instead tease it harder. Once it comes on the scene, it will be unstoppable."
After he finished speaking, he saw that the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan was vaguely impatient in mid-air, and the light emitted by the golden words was a little weaker.
At this time, Zhao Wuji suddenly let go of his hand, and the Nine Yin Locust Wood Sword in his hand flew into the air like lightning, and rushed towards the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan.
After the Nine Yin Sophora Wooden Sword flew into the air, it continuously released gray-black smoke. The smoke transformed into ghosts one after another, rushing towards the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan like a tide.
Some cultivators in the audience asked in confusion: "This Seven Treasures Psychic Fan is a yang magic weapon and has Buddhist power. If the Nine Yin Locust Wood Sword attacks with yin energy, wouldn't it be asking for death?"
At that moment, someone shook his head and said: "The so-called Tao is one foot high and the devil is ten feet high. Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. It is not simply that Yang can definitely overcome Yin. Yin can also restrain Yang. It just depends on which one of the two has higher Taoism.
Can win!"
At this time, everyone in the field raised their heads and watched the pair of magic weapons fighting in the air.
I saw the Qibao Psychic Fan was suddenly attacked fiercely by the Nine Yin Locust Wood Sword. In anger, the golden light burst out, and the golden Sanskrit words floated out one by one, forming a Vajra Warrior with three heads and six arms, strangled with numerous resentful ghosts.
Together.
The Nine Yin Locust Wood Sword was not to be outdone, and the gray-black smoke it released condensed into a huge black Rakshasa with three heads and six arms, holding a trident and a cymbal bowl, and fought with the Vajra Warriors again.
Everyone on the field watched intently, fearing that the winner would be decided in the next second between the two weapons of yin and yang. Li Yundong also frowned slightly and clenched his fists.
For a moment, the golden light and the black light were twisted into a ball. At first, the golden light on Tianlong Mountain was sometimes generous and dazzling, and sometimes it was covered with dark clouds, and you couldn't see your fingers. When the fight reached the fierce point, the two groups of light were already twisted together.
Together, there was no way to tell who was who. There was only black light in the golden light, and golden light in the black light. The colors were weird and indistinguishable.
After fighting for a while, Zhao Wuji suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood in the air. The Jiuyin Sophora Wood Sword that had been fighting with the Qibao Psychic Fan suddenly seemed to have gained an extra force.
The power of it overwhelmed the Seven Treasures Psychic Fan, and the black Rakshasa beat the Vajra Warriors back steadily.
Li Yundong frowned fiercely at this time, and the practitioners from various sects on the field also shook their heads and said: "This Seven Treasures Psychic Fan is going to lose! If the Yang Qi is suppressed by the Yin Qi, it will definitely lose!"