Chapter 24: A small accomplishment in the art of condensing swords
"Haotian, we may not be able to hold on any longer." Yu Jiansheng took a step forward and lowered his voice.
Zheng Haotian raised his eyebrows and sighed softly, saying: "Uncle Yu, it's a pity that we don't have enough time. The time for you to advance to the third level is really too short. If you have two more months to consolidate, then
Maybe we can survive the next level.”
After feeling the power of the sixth round of light rain, Zheng Haotian already knew that Lin Ting and others would not be able to pass the next level no matter what.
Unless they can break through their own limits and be promoted to super-level demon-refining warriors like the stupid Yu Weihua, then there is still a glimmer of hope.
However, this possibility is extremely slim, and even Lin Ting and others have never thought of it this way.
If it were so easy to break through the super-grade demon transformation, then it wouldn't be so rare.
Yue Yan smiled and cursed in a low voice: "I really don't know which bastard made the rules of Wanjian Sect. Isn't this deliberately discriminating against those of us in the spiritual world?"
Although he was angry in his heart, when he said this, his voice was as soft as an insect's murmur.
Obviously, in his heart, he was still wary of the powerful men of Wanjian Sect and did not dare to offend them easily.
Zheng Haotian sighed softly and looked at Qiu Xinyu worriedly.
In the Demon Refining Cave, although it took her a little longer to advance to the third level than Yu Weihua and others, and after studying the jade token left by Wenren Bingying, she reluctantly inspired seven hundred
Twenty-nine rays of extreme sword light from a third-level top spiritual master.
But these sword lights can only be said to have just taken shape, and are far from being compared with the power that he has already achieved as the core of his sword lights.
In the seventh round, can she hold on?
In the sky, the heart-stopping light lit up again.
Then, like a volcano erupting, endless magma was sprayed out.
There was no gap between the rolling torrent of magma, as if it wanted to cover the entire mountain top, it came overwhelming with the force of thousands of horses galloping forward.
Zheng Haotian's expression changed slightly, the seventh round was actually so powerful.
What poured down was no longer a rain of light, but a torrent, a torrential flood composed of countless sword lights like the Milky Way in the sky.
Yu Jiansheng's face was solemn. At the moment when the aurora torrent was about to hit, he suddenly said: "Haotian, fight for your breath..."
Before he finished speaking, the sea of light suddenly swept down and drowned everyone.
At this time, Zheng Haotian roared sharply, and seven hundred and twenty-nine sword lights shined brightly, covering his entire body.
The biggest difference between the seventh round of the offensive and the previous ones is that its threats come from all directions, not just defending the sky above.
The torrent pouring down from the sky did not dissipate after it hit the ground. Instead, it gradually increased in height and spread like real water. It did not stop until it was high enough to drown everyone.
But even so, the threat to everyone is already countless times greater.
They were like being in a big river, with endless water in all directions, but this water was filled with deadly poison that could not be touched.
The only thing they can do is to continuously use the light of the spiritual weapon to block the endless water flow from their bodies.
Although Lin Ting and others do not lack third-level super-grade life talismans, as long as they take a photo when they are short of true energy, they can sustain almost unlimited support.
However, when the pressure caused by the sword sea exceeded the limit of their power, they still had no choice but to suffer disaster.
The torrential sea of swords suddenly drowned one person after another. The light of their spiritual weapons was like a fallen leaf in this boundless sea of swords, without even the slightest wave.
Zheng Haotian controlled the seven hundred and twenty-nine sword lights with all his strength. He took a deep breath and concentrated his mind so much that he no longer had time to distract him.
Although the pressure from the outside world is huge, he has strong self-confidence. As long as he releases all the sword light. Then, when a thousand sword lights form a sword formation, he will definitely be able to keep this torrent at bay.
Normally, he would not have such thoughts, because he is not willing to expose his ultimate strength. However, in this huge sea of light, he does not think that anyone can penetrate this light.
Haier saw his actions.
As long as we can seize the opportunity and restore the thousand sword lights to the number seven hundred and twenty-nine before the sea of light is about to disperse, we may be able to hide it from others.
However, this idea was just lingering in his mind without actually being put into action.
Unless he is truly desperate, he will never reveal his old secrets.
"snort……"
A familiar voice came from not far away, and Zheng Haotian's ears twitched slightly.
Only his hearing, which is far superior to ordinary people's ears, can catch the slightest movement in this sea of light.
Although this was just an insignificant snort, when it fell into Zheng Haotian's ears, it was undoubtedly as loud as a thunderbolt.
This voice is so familiar, because the owner of this voice is the playmate he grew up with.
Under the leadership of those two guys, they once dug out bird eggs, went fishing together, and fried cicadas from the trees to eat.
He will never forget Lin Ting's voice.
His ears continued to flutter, but no sound came from that direction anymore.
Zheng Haotian knew that Lin Ting had failed. He must have been sucked into Wanjiang Pavilion by the endless sea of light. However, from beginning to end, Lin Ting did not make any cry even at the moment when he knew he was about to fail.
He doesn't want to affect other people because of himself.
If Lin Ting's Sky Bird Transformation were to fight with people on the plains, he would naturally have a huge advantage. But in this environment, if he wanted to resist the invasion of forces from all directions, the Bird Transformation would be far inferior to the beasts.
Transformation works.
If he didn't have a large number of third-level life talismans in his body, which could make up for the consumed energy at any time, he would have been unable to sustain himself in the last round of the sea of light.
After a while, the pressure from the sky became stronger and stronger.
Three different power fluctuations came from around Zheng Haotian. Although these power fluctuations were hidden in the sea of light and almost difficult to detect, due to the close distance, he could still clearly sense them.
Therefore, he knew that Yu Jiansheng and other three elders also disappeared in the sea of light.
Although he knew that their disappearance would not be life-threatening, Zheng Haotian still felt resentment in his heart.
Before Yu Jiansheng and others failed, they all unanimously chose to remain silent. They would rather leave silently than disturb others.
This is their painstaking efforts, and they pin their hopes of moving forward on Zheng Haotian.
"Haotian, fight for your breath..."
Yu Jiansheng's voice, Lin Ting's uncle and nephew's eyes, and Yue Li's eyes all seemed to come alive at this moment.
Zheng Haotian took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with intense light.
His hands were gesturing gently, as if he were drawing a beautiful picture.
As his gestures changed, the sword light he controlled also moved accordingly.
Seven hundred and twenty-nine sword lights gradually condensed, flew along a certain route, and slowly merged into two.
One after another, they started to overlap.
The amount of sword light was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, it had been reduced by half. However, the defensive power of the sword circle around him, instead of weakening due to the reduction of sword light, was getting stronger.
Stronger.
At this time, Zheng Haotian's heart was calm and calm, with no desires or desires, no joy or sorrow.
He is like a huge rock in the sea, no matter how big the waves are, there is still nothing he can do about it.
In the sword light he controlled, an unparalleled huge change occurred. This was not just a quantitative change, but a real qualitative change.
Around him, except for the odd sword light, the other three hundred and sixty-four sword lights that merged into one slowly merged under the endless pressure.
This time, it is a real fusion, not a connection between two.
The three hundred and sixty-four slightly thick sword lights were like three hundred and sixty-four huge iron walls, blocking all the incoming torrent, and not a single bit could touch Zheng Haotian's body.
Condensing Sword Technique...
These basic sword skills, which are said to be the most difficult to master in the Ten Thousand Sword Art, were actually successfully practiced by Zheng Haotian under such circumstances.
The huge sea of light can bring unimaginable pressure to people.
Faced with this kind of pressure, some people will collapse, but there are also very few people who will explode under the pressure.
Yu Weihua withstood the pressure. Before he fell into coma, he unleashed his whole body's potential, stimulating all the demonic power in his bloodline, mutating his body and becoming a true super demon-refining warrior.
Zheng Haotian, also facing this endless pressure, did not choose to release more sword light, but chose to condense the sword light to resist.
He finally successfully condensed more than 700 sword lights. Although he only achieved a small success, he didn't know how many seventh-level elders who practiced the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
They are all trapped before this step and can never cross it.
If you want to climb to a higher level, you must master the sword condensation technique. At this time, he, a mere third-level spiritual energy master, has truly mastered it.
Three hundred and sixty rays of condensed sword light and a solitary ordinary sword light formed a huge airtight wall of light, blocking out all the surging waves.
The combined sword light can release more than twice the power.
At this time, he was in the midst of a copper and iron wall. No matter how big the wind and waves were, he would always stand firm.