The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 341 Innate Realm, Dao!

Jiang Yang is reminiscing about this magical power at the moment.

He originally thought that it would be more difficult to control such a magical power with his current cultivation base, but in fact, it was much easier than expected.

And this ease seems to come from his own divine creation.

Jiang Yang discovered that his magical artifact seemed to have greatly improved his ability to control flames.

This also directly led to the fact that it was not too strenuous for him to perform this type of magical power.

After learning the real name of Shenyi Huawu, it was the first time for him to use it, and he was not very familiar with it. He felt that there was still more room for improvement.

But this time he was not in a hurry, because he was too hasty in the promotion before, which almost led him astray.

Now that I am hiding in Si Chenzong, without the pressure from Tiandingzong, I have a lot of time to study and study these things.

He restrained the defense of the Xuanwu ancient cauldron. Although the aftermath of the blow just now had passed, the flames were still burning the ground, and the heat waves came one after another, making people feel that the disaster-like scene just now was indeed real of.

The people from Candaomen were just standing there braggingly, but now, they have completely disappeared, leaving no scum left!
Jiang Yang turned around and saw everyone's eyes on him, terrified, shocked, awed, unbelievable...

All kinds of emotions flowed from their faces.

Jiang Yang just sighed, took out some elixirs and handed them to Mu Yao: "Junyao, there should be many wounded people around who can be saved, go save them first."

"Well, good!" Mu Yao immediately recovered from the shock, she no longer hesitated, and quickly distributed the elixir, checking the surrounding corpses to see if there were any wounded that could be saved.

Mu Miaoyin did not leave, she looked at Jiang Yang with an inexplicably complicated expression.

Although she felt that the person in front of her had no good intentions, Mu Miaoyin felt a little lucky that the entire Si Chenzong was rescued by him.

She thought to herself, even if the entire Si Chenzong wanted to serve him in the future, if he didn't treat these disciples too badly, it would be a barely acceptable result, right?
"Do you have anything to say?" Jiang Yang looked at Mu Miaoyin, seeing her hesitation.

Mu Miaoyin's heart was heavy, with apprehension and anxiety: "You are so powerful, what exactly do you want us to do for you?"

"What to do?" Jiang Yang looked past her and looked into the distance, and suddenly laughed, the smile was relieved, as if the ice and snow melted, and the spring blossoms, "Let's talk about it when I think about it."

After realizing that he was stuck in a bottleneck because he was too eager for quick success, Jiang Yang let go of many things.

Under the bright moon, his expression was calm: "You guys are really too weak, what can you do for me?"

"Let's improve our strength first."

He then looked around again: "It's a pity that such a beautiful valley, the beautiful scenery on a good day, and the good mood have all been ruined."

His eyes fell on the place where the person from the Candaomen had turned into charcoal: "It really deserves to die."

After all, he also joined the rescue team of Si Chenzong's disciples, just like an ordinary young man, no different from others.

Mu Miaoyin's eyes fell on Jiang Yang's leaving back, and suddenly felt that the young man in front of him seemed to have changed.

She can't say what has changed, but before, she just took a look, which subconsciously made her vigilant; but now, she feels that the person in front of her has an indescribable sincerity and warmth, no matter how powerful she is, He will never harm any grass or tree in this valley.

It actually made her feel a kind of inexplicable peace of mind and peace of mind.

……

The sword is a weapon of murder, the heaviest to kill, but a benevolent man will still be benevolent if he holds it, a chivalrous man will still be a chivalrous man if he holds it, and a hero who wields it can warp the world.

Hold the power of life and death, forge the heart of the sword with the original intention.

Then the sword must turn as you wish, and sway as you wish.

Jiang Yang seemed to have a feeling in his heart, he felt that he had found a truly correct way forward!

Mu Miaoyin's eyes fell on Jiang Yang, and she couldn't let go for a long time. Although her state had reached the seventh level of the eight sceneries, she felt that the other party had stepped into a deeper state.

It wasn't the "shrinking ground" of the seventh level of the eight sceneries, nor the "Tiantong" of the eighth level of the eight sceneries. Suddenly, a word that was only recorded in the classics of the sect appeared in her mind: Tao!
The Way of the Sword!Maybe there is only a little bit of such meaning now, and it is enough to make Mu Miaoyin's heart tremble.

How old is he! ?
……

a few days later.

In the battle with Candaomen, although Si Chenzong suffered heavy casualties, he survived the catastrophe after all.

Although the rest are sad, they are also fortunate.

There is still no shortage of voices in the valley.

"I didn't expect it."

"I thought it was over this time."

"Thanks to that son."

People passed by with awe, looking at the attic in the bamboo forest.

At this moment, Jiang Yang was practicing swordsmanship in the bamboo forest under the attic.

After comprehending something that day, he seemed to feel that his use of swordsmanship became more and more handy.

Holding the sword in both hands, Jiang Yang used the "Eight-step Dragon Chanting Sword" one move at a time, as freely as if he were splashing ink.

As the light of the sword swirled, it looked like a sword dance, strong and strong, soft and vigorous, not too frightening, but its strength penetrated the edge of the sword; its meaning was like a dragon walking; the sword came out , then indestructible!

At this moment, he saw the faint blue light beating in front of his eyes.

[Eight-step Dragon Chanting Sword: Reaching the Peak]!
Jiang Yang's eyelids twitched, it was the first time he saw the level after "Supernatural"!

Although it is said that this is the fusion of two superb martial arts, it is very easy to practice the same superb martial arts, but it has never reached the pinnacle.

Now it was easily reached by him!

Not only that, he now feels that it is much easier for him to learn any swordsmanship than before.

I saw him flicking two fingers, and the "Nine Peaks Blood Tempering Sword" in his hand jumped up like a living thing.

"cut!"

The sword is like a green cloud, cutting out sharply!
Now using the "Nine Peaks Quenching Blood Sword" to cast the flying sword, there is no sense of stagnation that the previous sword was too heavy. On the contrary, it has the advantage of being heavy because of its weight. The light is like a blue mountain, bursting out from above, with a force exceeding ten thousand!
This is the Xiyi Flying Sword, but it is completely different from the previous Xiyi Flying Sword.

This is Jiang Yang's own Xiyi Flying Sword!
……

In a canyon on the border of Ye Kingdom, this place is like an ancient battlefield, with broken knives scattered everywhere.

The saber energy overflowed in the canyon, turning into a howling wind, blowing dust and sand, and the whistling sound was like the roar of a battlefield.

A middle-aged man, with his hands behind his back, stepped into the depths of this valley without haste.

Beside him was an extremely ugly old man dressed as an elder: "Master, the ancient painting of Maling Gorge has been obtained, but something happened to Elder Feng at the Siyou Mountain Range."

"Feng Buping?" The middle-aged man's face was slightly gloomy, Feng Buping was brave and resourceful, and he was an elder whom he held in high esteem, while Si Chenzong of Siyou Mountain Range, the highest level of cultivation was only eight levels and six levels.

The master of Candaomen frowned: "What's the matter?"

"According to the narration of the disciples who fled back, they saw a fire falling like a scorching sun in Si Chenzong that day, and there was no news from Elder Feng after that."

"The disciples of the Sichen Sect rushed out brazenly, and only a few of my disciples of the Candao Sect escaped back."

"Ok?"

The divine light in the eyes of the middle-aged man seemed to be as dense as this valley of swords: "There is a stream of fire falling like a scorching sun. Such a momentum must be achieved by those who are perfect in the Eight Scenes and strong in the Tiantong Realm."

The old man was startled and said: "This Si Chenzong, could it be that he also hides a strong man in the Tiantong realm?"

"how can that be?"

If Si Chenzong had such a strong person, he would have gone out of the valley to kill and seal the unequal people long ago.

But the actual situation was that Feng Buping and Si Chenzong had been in a stalemate for quite a while.

The master of Candaomen said: "It is very likely that they have recruited some strong people to help them recently."

He was also a little strange: "I heard that Si Chenzong has always been hidden from the world, where did he make friends with a strong man?"

He looked at the old man beside him and said, "Elder Tie, do you have any countermeasures?"

"This..." The old man said solemnly, "If it is really a powerhouse with the perfect eight scenes, I am afraid it will not be easy to provoke, and the secret of the ancient Baifeng painting, Si Chenzong should not know, we may find a way to get the ancient Baifeng in their hands. Change the painting."

The head of the Candao Sect sneered after hearing the words: "You mean, after Si Chenzong slaughtered the elders of our sect, the head of this sect will bring some gifts to the door?"

"That's not the case." The old man squinted his eyes and said, "It's just that the situation is not clear now, and the old man thinks that we need to find out the situation before we can make a fuss."

"There is some truth to this." The head of the Candao Sect said, "Let the head of this sect see how much this Si Chenzong weighs."

(End of this chapter)