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Chapter 35 Different Painting Styles

"What's the situation? Where did the sword come from?"

"I'm dazzled? It seems like it was made from a bracelet?"

"Ah, what is the principle?"

Countless players stared dumbfounded. It was clear that Lin Qianjun's hands were empty before, but now he suddenly took a bracelet from his wrist and turned it into a wooden sword.

On the other side, Zhen Chuan, who was watching the battle, and the elders looked at each other in blank dismay.

"In such a short period of time, I haven't even managed to get started yet, yet he has successfully bred spirituality from the sword?"

"Impossible!! How did he do it?"

"What a powerful swordsmanship talent this is. I'm afraid even if the patriarch is still alive, he may not be able to achieve this step, right?"

At this moment, Hao Ying understood why Xu Ziyun was so confident.

Dacheng's cultivation of swordsmanship, the sword produces spiritual wisdom, has the nature of energy and can change the shape freely, the most important thing is that the sword is connected with people's hearts, and the sword holder can go from using the sword to controlling the sword.

At that time, the sword will be able to leave the body, and the speed of the sword will be extremely fast. With the sword, the thought will arrive before the sword arrives!

After this step, the painting style will be completely different.

That was the change from low-level martial arts to cultivating immortals. Not to mention that Lin Qianjun is now in the innate realm, as long as he has enough true energy and energy in his body, the level of acquired warriors can also rival the concentration of strong ones to a certain extent.

Jiang Liang had also acquired sword training skills before, seeing this scene, his pupils couldn't help shrinking suddenly.

Only those who have practiced know how difficult this secret technique is.

Although it is easy to get started, and even one person can practice it, this thing is a trap.

Jiang Liang calculated it himself. If there is no accident, it would take at least 50 years for him to go from condensing the sword species to transforming his own sword. To achieve great success and let the sword be born spiritually connected with his own mind, with his talent, at least It will take more than 200 years. As for the consummation of the fusion of swords and swords, he has never thought about it.

People can't live for such a long time, even the strong ones can only live for 200 years.

In Lin Qianjun's situation at this time, it clearly took him less than a year to complete the road that took him more than 250 years to complete.

"Brother, are you ready?" Lin Qianjun smiled, and slowly looked at Jiang Liang.

"Junior Brother Lin, you have the talent that is unmatched in the past and present, and I am indeed not as good. But at least this year, I will continue to be a senior brother." Jiang Liang said, reaching out to take the giant sword on the door behind him [Bai Zhi] down.

His sword is also of red quality.

Lin Qianjun once inquired about its essence, and also knew some special features of this sword.

weight!
Extraordinary weight is the characteristic of 【白罘】.

And being able to use this to squeeze into the level of red quality, one can imagine the weight of this equipment.

In order not to affect normal activities, Jiang Liang had to run his true energy to resist his gravity all the time. Under this kind of pressure, the two sides complemented each other, and the speed of his internal energy operation also reached an exaggerated level.

So the progress of his cultivation base is ridiculously fast.

Therefore, as early as eight years ago, he had already reached the peak martial arts cultivation level of the master realm.

After eight years of brewing, his spirit naturally broke through that barrier.

Now his practice is.
Concentrate on the realm!

boom!
In an instant, a majestic imposing coercion spread from Jiang Liang's body.

The spirit is extremely concentrated, and the primordial spirit is coercive, which is the hallmark feature of the state of concentration.

Facing this aura, Lin Qianjun's sword bones naturally released an aloof and unyielding aura to resist it, so that he was not affected by it.

"Level 33, damn it!!" At this moment, the player saw the upper limit of Jiang Liang's level after showing his aura through his own particularity.

"The state of concentration, it was level one before, but now it's two levels higher, can Lin Qianjun really win?"

"It can't be a plot kill, right? This is completely out of class, hey?"

hum~~!

[Ru Chu] in Lin Qianjun's hands trembled endlessly, his fighting spirit rising.

It shares the same heart with Lin Qianjun. Facing such a powerful enemy, not only is it not afraid, but it has a stronger fighting spirit.

"go with!"

Lin Qianjun's words fell to the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand flew out of the air, and flew towards Jiang Liang from a long distance driven by his mind.

Its speed is as fast as lightning.

This is the benefit of Yujian, the speed of your mind represents the speed of your sword.

This scene shocked everyone.

You were still in the same painting style before, but now you are cultivating immortals?
However, although Lin Qianjun Yujian's speed is extremely fast, but Jiang Haohao is also a strong man in the state of concentration, and the power of the primordial spirit spreads out, and the reaction speed is instantly faster by many times.

Feijian's speed gradually slowed down in his eyes. Although it was still extremely fast, there were traces to follow after all.

His somewhat obese figure suddenly exerted strength, and his fat quickly solidified, as if he had been liposuctioned, and he directly turned into a strong man over two meters tall and full of muscles.

It turned out that the huge door panel sword that didn't quite match him seemed to fit quite well at the moment.

As soon as the true energy in his body gushed out, the giant sword on the door panel swung forward violently, driving a huge wind pressure to slap Lin Qianjun's wooden sword.

The speed of Yujian is naturally different from that of using a sword. Without the shackles of Lin Qianjun, a human being, it no longer has restrictions. When Lin Qianjun's mind turns, the wooden sword immediately reacts and directly changes the trajectory , changed direction and continued to attack Jiang Liang.

On the other hand, Jiang Liang, because of the limitations of using the sword, it was too late to change his moves in an instant. After all, his body was still a bit sluggish, and he couldn't continue to block [Ru Chu].

Seeing this, Jiang Liang narrowed his eyes slightly.

made a direct judgment.

Since you can't gain an advantage in skills, then use the means you are best at.

"boom!"

A huge wave of true energy spread out from Jiang Liang's body, and the wooden sword controlled by Lin Qianjun flew back backwards.

This explosive method consumed a huge amount of real energy, but in order to intercept Lin Qianjun's swift flying sword, Jiang Liang had no choice but to do it.

He looked at Lin Qianjun in the distance, the innate realm, after all, has a limit.

And this limit is that he cannot fly! !

As soon as Jiang Liang's true essence surged, the power of the primordial spirit engulfed himself and flew straight into the air.

At the same time, he raised his gigantic sword high, and slashed down on Lin Qianjun as if he were splitting Huashan Mountain with all his strength.

Seeing this, Lin Qianjun raised his sword finger and unhurriedly controlled the wooden sword to fly backwards. With a whoosh, the wooden sword had already come to him.

He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and while his true essence was running, he was directly carried by the wooden sword into midair.

"Boom!!"

Jiang Liang's huge sword slashed in the middle of the martial arts arena, directly forming a huge ring-shaped pit with a diameter of more than five meters.

Standing in the void with his sword in his hand, Lin Qianjun said with some fear, "Eldest senior brother really didn't show mercy. This sword must have used at least [-]% of its strength."

Jiang Liang looked up at Lin Qianjun in the air, and couldn't help but marvel at his talent.

In the innate realm, it is very difficult to fly in the air. The recovery speed of the true essence is limited, the carrying capacity of the tendons is not good, and the amount of true essence is too low. Once stuck in the air, the true essence will be exhausted soon.

Converted in the way of players, the real yuan consumed per second is at least tens of thousands.

Even a grandmaster can fly for a few minutes at most before consuming all his true energy.

And now Lin Qianjun didn't completely consume his real energy to fly into the air, he used the power of the wooden sword in his hand combined with his own lightness skill to fly.

His current situation seems to have found a point of leverage, and he has shared some of his own weight with the wooden sword in his hand, so the consumption will not be too large, and it is even similar to his normal use of lightness kung fu. Ability, as long as he wants, Yu Jianfei can fly for several hours.

Jiang Liang's knees were slightly bent, and the next moment, his legs stretched straight like springs, and he rushed directly to Lin Qianjun who was in the air.

In a head-to-head situation, Lin Qianjun didn't dare to collide with Jiang Liang. The two sides were not of the same magnitude, so he could only control the wooden sword in his hand and lead him to walk around constantly, avoiding Jiang Liang's attack.

Coincidentally, Jiang Liang also took the path of overwhelming others.

Every time he makes a shot, he carries a huge amount of real energy. From the battle to now, Lin Qianjun roughly estimates that Jiang Liang should have consumed at least a million real yuan, but now he doesn't look tired at all, and even gives Lin Qianjun a feeling of his own strength. Only then will the feeling of warming up.

The most outrageous thing is that the artistic conception attack unique to the state of concentration has not been displayed until now.

"I can't spend it like this anymore, he has more real energy than me, and it's difficult for me to get close, so I can only gamble, and the outcome will be determined by one move."

Lin Qianjun made a decision that procrastination would be harmful and useless. It would instead make Jiang Liang adapt to his own way of action and attack. It is better to use all his strength to fight for the upper limit of their output before the other party has time to react.

While thinking this way, Lin Qianjun seized Jiang Liang's opportunity to swing his sword upwards, and directly collided with the wooden sword in his hand, and took advantage of the momentum to fly high into the sky.

"Hit!" Jiang Liang was stunned, it shouldn't be, Lin Qianjun Yujian flies so fast, it should be easy to hide, thinking of this, a trace of vigilance appeared in his expression, he seemed to understand something, slightly Looking up, he saw the phantom of a majestic mountain in the sky.

Is Lin Qianjun planning to use the momentum of his fall to take him away in a single wave?

High in the air, Lin Qianjun performed the epee art, and the real essence was poured into the wooden sword in his hand crazily. Unlike [Wufeng], after two transformations and the birth of a sword spirit, the quality of [Ru Chu] has reached blue, and its opposite The carrying capacity of the true essence is at least ten times stronger than that of [Wufeng].

At this time, its weight has far exceeded the level that [Wufeng] can achieve, and with Lin Qianjun's sword intent, the [Ru Chu] at this time is really as heavy as a reduced version of a mountain.

Such weight caused Lin Qianjun's figure to fall from the sky involuntarily and rapidly. The blade of the sword rubbed against the air, forming a layer of crimson flames around his body.

In the eyes of the players watching the battle from a distance and the disciples of the Sword Sect, it was as if a meteorite was falling rapidly.

"Silver Falling Blade?"

"It's the red light falling blade!!"

Before the blade could reach his body, Jiang Liang was forced to be pushed from the air to the ground by the huge pressure.

He stood with his sword in his hand, resisting the huge pressure, and faintly, a huge white wild boar with a height of five feet appeared above his figure.

(End of this chapter)