Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 67

[Chapter 67 Infant Realm Sword Cultivation]

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No matter what kind of spell attack, Jian Xiu’s flying sword will fall on the position where the spell evokes the vitality of heaven and earth. Such a slash, the effect is like his own magic god breaking spell.

Ye Ting thought for a while, and then gave up the plan to study. If you integrate this magic god breaking spell into your own swordsmanship, it will indeed look like a three-pointed sword cultivator.

The problem is that the artistic conception of his swordsmanship has been destroyed, putting the cart before the horse.

Jianxiu asked, it was all on their swords.

His own way is the purgatory of the ten directions, Qinglian sword song. The growth of purgatory and the singing of sword songs follow him day and night, imperceptibly, regardless of each other.

In addition, the secret techniques of swordsmanship are all born to protect the Tao.

The green shadows floated under Ye Ting’s feet and walked towards the battlefield step by step. Nagarjuna followed suit, holding the short spear in his hand, like a shadow dragged by Ye Ting. Ye Ting did not hide his deeds, nor did he hide his murderous intentions.

When the cultivator of Lingjie Sect saw Ye Ting appear, he lifted it up, because Ye Ting didn’t look at anyone else, just looked at him, his eyes were cold and biting. It’s just that when Ye Ting drew his sword, he was caught unprepared.

With anger, the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect trembled in his heart. He happened to take a white jade talisman in his hand, which catalyzed it into a three-zhang-long folded magic blade. In panic, the magic blade gave up the sword repair and went straight for it. Ye Ting left.

The afterimage behind Ye Ting was shattered by the magic blade, the Earth Flame Sword stabbed at the heart of the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect, and the lotus shadow penetrated through his body. The folded magic blade shattered Ye Ting’s afterimage, turned quickly in the air, and chased Ye Ting’s back. Nagarjuna pulled it horizontally like a short spear and an iron whip, and the magic blade was pulled up more than 30 feet high and turned into a broken white jade talisman.

The cultivator of Lingjie Sect went retrograde with his true qi, opened his mouth and spewed out a red smoke, and went straight to Ye Ting’s face. A grimace in the red smoke was ferocious and terrifying, opening his mouth to bite at Ye Ting.

With the power of this spray, the cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect forcibly moved his body backwards, trying to avoid Ye Ting’s heart-punching sword.

Ye Ting didn’t pursue him either, and the lotus petals of the lotus shadow, which had submerged into the monk’s body, were in full bloom, shattering everything in his chest. Ye Ting’s Earth Flame Sword turned back, stabbed the ghost face, and launched more than a hundred attacks in an instant before destroying the ghost face.

Killing the enemy with one sword, saving oneself with one sword, Qinglian’s anger sea sword intent is complete, stabbing two swords in a row, almost indistinguishable.

The other three monks were shocked, and Nagarjuna’s short spear stabbed left and right, blocking the spell that attacked Ye Ting. Those three cultivators regretted their actions after taking action, and there was still a sword cultivator from Yuejian Sect, how could they be distracted!

Ye Ting killed the cultivator of Lingjie Sect, and stood there to rest. That month Jianzong Jianxiu staggered two flying swords, and suddenly turned into three sword lights, which doubled the speed.

The change was sudden, and the slowest reaction of the three monks was swept across his ribs by a sword light, and his whole body was almost cut horizontally. The other two monks each blocked a sword, turned into a light and flew away.

That Jianxiu received the sword light, and instead of chasing him, he looked at Ye Ting.

Demon cultivator, why do you want to help yourself? He saw the young man’s warm eyes, but he didn’t believe it. No matter how outstanding the opponent’s swordsmanship is or how much he admires Moon Sword Sect, this is not within his scope of consideration.

“I have something to do, and I would like to ask friends from the Moon Sword Sect for help.” Ye Ting spoke slowly.

The three sword lights turned into two flying swords, which circled in front of Jianxiu and swallowed them.

The monk of Moon Sword Sect laughed, fellow Daoist? If this kid hadn’t killed an alchemy cultivator, he would definitely cut him in half with a sword. Guess he’s qualified…

“Who are you?” Jianxiu’s voice was sonorous and rhythmic, as if two flying swords were fighting in his chest. This voice entered Ye Ting’s ears, and Ye Ting was awe-inspiring. What a powerful swordsman! No wonder they can fight one against four.

“Disciple of Yulongcheng, elder of Baizhangmen Keqing.” Ye Ting told the truth.

Swordsman, whichever is straight.

Ye Ting didn’t wait for Jianxiu to ask any more, he had already taken out the inheritance of Baizhangmen and unfolded it in front of him.

Jian Xiu stared at it, nodded, and said to Ye Ting, “Pack up and come with me.”

Ye Ting understood that he put away the inheritance of Baizhangmen, and took the space equipment of two monks to keep up with the swordsman’s footsteps. That Jianxiu didn’t fly with the sword either, and he used the sword Dun to stick to the ground. He had already controlled it well enough. Wherever he passed, there was still a trace of sword intent on the ground, several feet deep, and it would take more than half an hour to dissipate.

If this is done with all our strength, it will be cut on people…

Jian Xiu took Ye Ting and Nagarjuna for half an hour before stopping in front of a cliff. The cliff is two hundred meters high, straight up, and nearly black in color. In the almost dark secret realm, it seems to be the end of the world.

Now there is a gap at the end, and from top to bottom, it splits the cliff straight, with a width of only half a zhang.

In the gap, dark red light penetrated, and the breath contained was chaotic and manic. The vitality of heaven and earth under the cliff has become uncontrollable because of the red light seeping out. Being in it, it feels like entering a large pot. The firewood below is burning vigorously. opened.

In front of the crack, five sword cultivators were standing, using their spiritual sense to probe the inside of the crack. The first person was wearing an iron-grey Taoist robe, without a crown on his head, only tied with black ribbons, and a gray sword sack hung from his waist.

“Uncle Shi.” Jianxiu left Ye Ting and Nagarjuna, stepped forward, and called out.

“It’s Ziyu, come and take a look inside, it’s very interesting.” The head Jianxiu turned around and greeted with a gentle voice.

He is eight feet tall, his complexion is as smooth as jade, and his body is clean.

Ye Ting was deeply shocked. He could not feel any sharpness on this sword cultivator. This is not deliberate convergence, but it is natural when the realm is reached. Among the people I have met before, only the master can do it.

Infant cultivator, Sword Intent transforms into God.

That Jianxiu’s eyes fell on Ye Ting, Ye Ting warmed, and the chaotic heaven and earth vitality around was expelled by Jianxiu, but he did not control Ye Ting’s own infuriating energy.

Ye Ting stepped forward, bowed and said, “Ye Ting has seen senior.”

In the face of the Infant Realm cultivator, Ye Ting did not dare to use the word Daoyou.

“Let’s talk.” Yingjing Jianxiu had already obtained the voice transmission from Ziyu, and knew that Ye Ting had come to ask Yuejianzong. A sect inheritance is not very meaningful to Moon Sword Sect, but it is interesting in this chaotic world.

Ye Ting was in a stable mood and was not affected by emotions. This is only the ability of monks, and he said what he asked for according to the previous arrangement.

The swordsman pondered, Ye Ting didn’t know whether he was thinking or asking his disciples for information. He waited patiently where he was, Nagarjuna said nothing behind him. Facing the Infant Realm cultivator, she was at a loss.

“The stories you told are all reasonable. I don’t know something.” Infant Realm Swordsman said suddenly.

“Senior, it’s okay to ask.” Ye Ting replied calmly.

“The female cultivator you mentioned, my incompetent apprentices are not opponents. How can you escape from her?” He asked Ye Ting kindly, waiting for him to speak.

Ye Ting’s eye muscles twitched a few times, gritted his teeth and said, “In order to escape, the junior used the escape talisman given by the master.”

“Escape the space talisman, so you are Yu Wenxuan’s disciple.”

“It’s the tutor.” Ye Ting said solemnly, his body involuntarily straightened.

Yingjing Jianxiu smiled and said, “When I was young, I went to Fengzhou once and was cut by your master with a sword.”

Ye Ting said: “It turned out to be an old friend.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” Yingjing Jianxiu looked at Ye Ting and applauded his courage.

“Master wanted to kill, but he never missed it. The senior survived and naturally felt the benefits of that sword. The junior also learned swordsmanship, the swordsman, Naoya.”

“Hehe, Yu Wenxuan has accepted a good apprentice. My name is Wang Lieyang, and I agreed to what you said.” Infant Realm Swordsman greeted Ye Ting and moved forward, saying, “Old disciples, come and see what’s interesting here. s things.”

Ye Ting moved forward and first took out the sect inheritance of Baizhangmen. That Ziyu turned around to pick it up and said to Wang Lieyang, “Uncle, I will handle this matter.”

“Well, you don’t have to do much here, just do this first.”

“Disciple knows.” Zi Yu said after saying that, riding the sword light, he shot up to the sky, regardless of the black cloud, and flew through the sky.

Ye Ting stood in front of the crack, Wang Lieyang withdrew to protect his sword intent, and said, “You also learn the sword, try it out.”

With a flick of Ye Ting’s fingertips, a one-foot-seven-inch sword light was formed and sent into the crack. In just a moment, the sword glow returned to Ye Ting’s hands, and his face was already pale. The feeling of Jianmang’s feedback almost ignited the infuriating energy in his body.

Even when cultivating the glazed demon body, it is not so dangerous.

“What is that!” Ye Ting was stunned, and his sword light entered the investigation, but he was attacked by countless wills, diluting the willpower thousands of times, and it was still so terrifying.

I originally thought it was the cave where the corpse demon sect was attached to the secret realm, so I cut it open and looked inside, but I didn’t expect it was just a corpse demon trapped.

Cut with a sword? A corpse!

“You also learn swords, practice here for a while, the benefits are not small.” Wang Lieyang said, with a long sword in his palm. Ye Ting’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it. This long sword was more than four feet long.

Ye Ting’s neck is cold, if this thing is not controlled, it will burst open…

“You’re not my disciple, I’ll only teach you this time.” When Wang Lieyang spoke, the long sword slowly contracted, turning into a sword light of one foot seven inches, beating in his palm.

Ye Ting can do it as well, but the long sword that Wang Lieyang uses to display is formed by the condensed energy of heaven and earth, which is more difficult than controlling a mortal iron.

Wang Lieyang’s next move, Ye Ting simply observed with the Taixu Yuling Technique, and at the same time released nine magic eyes.

Wang Lieyang said that if he only taught once, he would not have a second chance to learn.

The sword glow is getting thinner and thinner, and Ye Ting can see clearly how Wang Lieyang controls the Dao pattern in the sword glow. When the sword glow was looming, Ye Ting could not see clearly. In the back of his head, Ni Wan Shen Jin was released, which was barely able to keep up with Wang Lieyang’s rhythm.

Refining the sword into silk is the ultimate swordsmanship.

Wang Lieyang swiped lightly with his five fingers, and the silk-like sword lights in his hands were split up again. One after another, the silk-like sword lights flew into the crack, and hundreds of them were released in a blink of an eye. (It’s a good event to drop pie in the sky, the cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Pay attention~ Click on the Chinese official account (WeChat to add friends – add a public account – enter qdread), participate now! Everyone has a prize, pay attention now qdread WeChat public account!)