In this day, even the fastest Saint Master would be unable to cover every corner of the huge city. Just like the busiest days in the world of practitioners about ten years after the founding of Yunqin, it was destined to be the same.
There are many holy master battles that are rare in the world.
The Holy Master Battle is just like the battle between Nangong Weiyang and the True Dragon Guard in True Dragon Mountain. When mentioned, people think of powerful flying swords.
But the largest majestic city in the world is itself a place where extraordinary masters of various schools gather.
Ten years before the founding of Yunqin, which Ni Henian misses, there were many more holy masters fighting in various ways than now, and it was not just flying swords.
In the battle between him and Zhong Cheng, there was no flying sword.
Zhongcheng walked in countless whirlwinds towards Ni Henian.
The originally sunny world seemed to be in a state of confusion due to numerous affairs.
Zhongcheng is like walking in a fog, and this fog covers the city.
His person also reflected many mirror-like shadows in the light distortion caused by countless winds. The chaos of vitality made it impossible to judge the specific distance between him and himself, whether from perception or sight.
However, Ni Henian's expression was calm, his black hair was blown by the wind and fluttered in the air, but his body did not move at all, just watching Zhong Cheng approaching.
Zhong Cheng walked up to Ni Henian.
He raised his hands, placed them in front of his Dantian, and held them in a virtual embrace. The extremely majestic Holy Master soul power spurted out from between his arms, chest and abdomen, and in an instant, the space between his hands and Dantian
It was full of brilliance, just like holding a bright moon.
Then he held the bright moon and bumped towards Ni Henian in an extremely simple manner.
It is beating for the bright moon.
It's for one strike.
The previous accumulation of soul power in the body caused vibrations and chaos in the vitality of heaven and earth, causing wind and distortion of light, creating illusions and making it impossible for opponents to judge the specific distance. These are very miraculous and unimaginable methods for ordinary practitioners, but they are not.
The strongest way in Zhongcheng.
He, the strongest practitioner of the Zhong family and the most powerful practitioner of penance, could burst out all his power at once.
The power of the body, the power of the soul, is only one blow at a time.
After one blow, he no longer had the strength to strike a second time.
One blow can lead to success and one blow to defeat, so this blow is extremely domineering and moves forward inexorably.
The moment Zhong Cheng hugged Mingyue and his body completely transformed into a beating posture, all the stones on the ground around him jumped up and flew up.
The surrounding air condensed with the rapid eruption and contraction of his soul power. It condensed sharply into the bright moon he was holding. The jumping stones still violated the rules of weight in the world and did not fall at all.
Instead, it seems to be suspended in the air.
In these years, in the wonderful Zhongzhou City, no matter whether it is a permanent resident of the Holy Master, a few of the Holy Masters who have come and gone, or have walked out of Zhongzhou City, they dare to use flying swords in front of Zhongzhou City.
Because there were two sword masters who used flying swords against Zhongcheng. As a result, their flying swords were shattered into pieces by Zhongcheng's blow from the bright moon, and the fragments flew back to them.
Those that can be made into flying swords are the toughest metals or crystals in the world. Otherwise, it will be difficult to withstand countless stabs and collisions in an instant, and it will not be able to withstand the majestic soul power of the Saint Master to completely defeat a sword.
The power of the flying sword is naturally terrifying to the extreme.
However, facing Zhong Cheng's blow, Ni Henian just stretched out his hands from the sleeves of his expensive robe, and calmly placed them on Zhong Cheng's hands.
Countless stones are suspended in the air.
The moment Ni Henian put his hands on Zhong Cheng's, all the stones suspended in the air shook. Many cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the stones that had been stepped on by many practitioners.
However, Ni Henian did not want to forcefully hold down Zhong Cheng's blow with his own hands.
At this moment, he just calmly penetrated his soul power into Zhong Cheng's body.
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In this extremely short period of time that only a Saint Master-level practitioner could react, Zhong Cheng felt the other party's soul power quickly penetrate into his Dantian, and an unspeakable expression appeared in his calm eyes.
light.
He finally knew Ni Henian's strongest method, and finally understood why Ni Henian had been the strongest Saint Master in Zhongzhou City over the years, and the only unshakable enshrinement.
The soul power of each practitioner can drive the soul soldiers. For the soul soldiers, it is like the fuel of the soul soldiers.
This principle is very simple.
However, the soul power itself is actually very mysterious, just like the blood flowing in every practitioner's body, the spirit condenses the energy of some unique vitality.
Each practitioner's soul power is like his own blood, with similar properties, but with subtle differences.
In other words, everyone's soul power can be used as fuel to burn the soul weapon, but although each practitioner's fuel can be burned, it is a different fuel.
When a practitioner has someone else's soul power penetrated into his body, it is completely like having an incompatible organ of someone else implanted in his body.
This organ will naturally die.
Therefore, even if Prajna Temple uses its own unique skill as a container, it uses its own soul power to form a crystal wall to protect its own meridians, so that the other party's soul power can only travel through its own meridians instead of interacting with its own soul power.
combine.
If soul power can be simply imparted from one practitioner to another, then the improvement of the practitioner's cultivation in this world is not just a matter of meditation and practice, but also the kind of initiation mentioned in the story book |
Just pass on the Dharma and skills.
Moreover, unless the soul power is something like Yunhai who draws the opponent's soul power into his body on his own, even if a practitioner is one or two levels higher than the opponent, if he forcibly penetrates the soul power into the opponent's body, he will be in trouble with the opponent's body.
**, the soul power collides and vibrates... Therefore, it is easy for a practitioner of the level of a holy master to smash an ordinary practitioner of the master level into pieces, but the soul power must be penetrated somewhere in the opponent's body.
, but it is difficult to do.
In the fight between cultivators with close cultivation levels, the intersection of soul power and soul power is an instant collision. In the pure confrontation of strength and power, it is absolutely impossible for the soul power of one party to penetrate into the body of the other.
However, at this moment, Zhong Cheng could clearly sense that a surge of Ni Henian's soul power was pouring into his soul power and into his Dantian.
This has nothing to do with the size of the power, it can only be some powerful secret method of cultivation.
This is the reason why no one can shake the great enshrinement of Ni Henian in the imperial court during these decades. It is Ni Henian's secret.
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Ni Henian's soul power was like an ink pen being submerged deeply into a basin of clear water. The thick ink instantly melted into the clear water and spread out.
Many of Zhong Cheng's soul powers suddenly seemed to have died, and were no longer within his control.
The brilliance of the bright moon he held suddenly dimmed, and its power shrank rapidly. Moreover, the necrotic soul power beyond his control knocked him and Ni Henian away from each other during the brief stalemate in his body.
This is just like the ten years since the founding of Yunqin, the best and worst era for practitioners in Zhongzhou City, when a hundred flowers bloomed. It was a complete collision of two different ways of cultivation and different fighting methods. This kind of battle is not like the two
The intersection of flying swords looks equally thrilling, but it is more subtle and dangerous.
But in just this moment, the winner will be decided. Ni Henian is still the most powerful Saint Master in Zhongzhou City, and Zhongcheng should die.
However, at this moment, a "ding" sound sounded.
The sound was that of someone tapping the tip of the knife.
Just like when Jiang Yanzhi hit the tip of the knife, the ding suddenly turned into countless sounds, especially into countless sounds with a frequency so high or so low that the human ear could not hear it at all.
These sounds were like countless invisible threads cutting through the air and falling on Ni Henian.
Countless light patterns suddenly appeared on Ni Henian's extremely expensive robe.
He frowned slightly, let out a dull groan, and turned his head to look at the closed door of Huangque Temple in surprise.
At this moment, the soul power that Ni Henian continued to penetrate into Zhong Cheng's body was interrupted by this blow. Many blood stains and vitality rushed out from the pores of Zhong Cheng's body. He was in such blood mist and aroused
Retreating rapidly in the strong wind.
Suspended in the air, the stone that was already covered with many cracks was completely torn apart by the silent sound line, and all turned into pieces and fell down.
Ni Henian's robe was not torn at all.
The gate of Huangque Temple was broken into countless small triangular pieces, like the tips of knives.
Behind the broken door, stood a very old woman.
This yellow-faced old woman was originally a casual person looking at the vegetable garden in the Yellow Bird View. The most she usually held in her hand was a watering ladle. However, what she was holding now was a knife and a knife.
The handle is the same as the knife Jiang Yanzhi is used to.
Her name is Nightingale.
In the ten years before the founding of Yunqin, she was just a woman in the fireworks and willow alleys of Zhongzhou City. She once had an affair with Jiang Yanzhi. Later, Jiang Yanzhi ransomed her, but she was tired of the prosperity.
, finally chose to live in seclusion in this Huangque Temple. Many years later, she and Jiang Yanzhi had long forgotten each other, and the Jiang family no longer had any relationship with her.
However, Jiang Yanzhi died, and the Jiang family was completely dead. There were no more Jiang family members in Zhongzhou City. At this time, she stepped forward and became the last Jiang family member in Zhongzhou City.
"Ding!"
Washing off the lead, forgetting the world, and even being forgotten by the world, this woman's no longer tender fingers struck the tip of the knife hard again.
"I didn't expect that there are still people in Zhongzhou City who can master Jiang Yanzhi's sonic technique."
Ni Henian frowned and stretched out his hand.
Countless broken sounds were silent, impacting in front of him. No light patterns appeared on his robe, but many light patterns appeared on his hands.
His face is slightly pale.
The long knife in Nightingale's hand was shattered. Then she followed Zhongcheng and retreated wildly.
Ni Henian started to move and began to pursue.
For the emperor, these were two terrible opponents and assassins, so he could not let these two people leave Zhongzhou City alive.
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