Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 112 Chapter 111, Young Master Jin's real kung fu!

When Li Wujiu was slapped into meat paste by Chen Yuniang and smashed onto the wall, not only Cui Anli broke his liver and gallbladder, abandoned his sword and fled on the spot, Jin Yiming, a pampered and unpolished parallel importer, was also stunned.

He knelt down on one knee, leaning on a sword in one hand, and looked at Chen Yuniang blankly.

When Chen Yuniang threw the bronze cannon, and when the heavy cannon barrel whizzed and spun towards him, his mind buzzed even more, and it went blank, completely losing the ability to think.

But after all, he is a fourth-rank warrior who has practiced martial arts to the core.

Even if his "Fourth Grade" cultivation base is just a low-quality version, at least before the fourth grade, he really practiced kung fu on his body.

life and death.

With a blank mind, Jin Yiming's martial instinct instantly took over his body, while trying his best to squeeze the inferior version of "Zhen Qi Seeds" in his dantian, he drew his sword out of its sheath like lightning, and swung the sword from bottom to top.

The sword in his hand is the "Mysterious Ice Sword" passed down for generations by the South Sea Sword Sect.

This sword is also made of [-]-forged black iron, tempered and blessed by Taoism. The body of the sword is covered with gorgeous and gorgeous ice cracks. Once the internal force is poured, snow-white frost will appear on the body of the sword, turning the iron like mud.

It can also release the frozen sword energy. It only needs to cut a small blood hole, and under the penetration of the extremely cold freezing air, within three breaths, the blood of warriors below the sixth rank who have no internal strength to resist the cold air can be condensed into ice.

And even for a sixth-rank or even fifth-rank martial artist, if the level of inner strength and mind method is not enough, and the inner strength cultivated is not pure and strong enough, his state will be seriously affected by the strange cold air.

If you don't meditate immediately after being hit by the sword, and focus on exercise to dispel the cold with all your strength, within ten or twenty breaths, you will become a weak chicken with slow movements, stiff limbs, and no power to fight back.

This is just the effect of perfusion with internal force.

If the sword body is infused with true energy, the sword edge will be sharper and the sword energy will be stronger.

At this moment.

Jin Yiming's martial artist instinct tried his best to squeeze the "True Qi Seeds", and in an instant he squeezed his inferior version of "True Qi Seeds" made with "Huazhen Pill" until it completely collapsed, causing Jin Yiming's cultivation to regress and fall back to the fifth rank .

But when the "Zhen Qi Seed" collapsed, it also gave him the last pure Qi.

When Jin Yiming swung his sword backwards, the last burst of "Xuanbing Zhenqi" poured into the sword body, the Xuanbing sword suddenly buzzed and trembled, frost blossoms emerged, and the cold air was intense.

On the edge of the sword, a stream of pure white frosty sword energy suddenly burst out, drawing a crescent-shaped arc from bottom to top, and skimming over the barrel of the gun that was coming from the opposite side.

chap!
With a flash of sword energy, amidst the crisp sound, the bronze gun barrel weighing more than a thousand catties was cut into two neatly like dead bamboo and wood!
When the cannon barrel, which was broken in two, roared past Jin Yiming's left and right sides.

Jin Yiming swung his wrist holding the sword, and the remaining frosty white sword energy bent and folded in the air like clouds and flowing water, like a pure white dragon dancing in the air, rushing towards it like a cannonball fired Chen Yuniang.

Facing this sharp and flexible sword energy like a dragon, Chen Yuniang didn't dodge or dodge at all. She just stepped on the floor and jumped up. She was in the air, her upper body was leaning back, holding the knife in both hands, and holding it high above her head .

When her leaning back body was stretched to the limit like an angry bow, she suddenly screamed coquettishly, folded her slender waist, pressed her upper body forward, and pulled the handle of the knife with both hands, the unsharp guillotine swung a icy and cold light, The hurricane-like wind pressure fell on Jin Yiming's head.

at the same time.

The frost-white sword energy that looked like a pure white flood dragon slashed at her body with a puff, but was blocked by the silk-drawing shield that was activated for the last time. There was a splash of frost, which disappeared in vain.

At the cost of the collapse of the "True Qi Seed", Jin Yiming swung the last True Qi-level sword Qi, which completely exhausted his remaining power.

From then on, Jin Yiming had no more real energy to use, only the internal energy of the fifth-rank Dacheng level remained.

And Chen Yuniang's big guillotine had already landed above his head, less than a foot away from his Tianling Gai.

However, at this moment, Jin Yiming, with a dazed expression and blank eyes, swung a sword like a stroke of magic like lightning.

He swung the sword with an elegant movement like flowing clouds, and the sword body infused with pure internal energy exuded a strange suction force, firmly adhering to the blade.

At the same time, he flipped his wrist and used the blade to pull the blade, and he didn't try to forcibly parry the powerful guillotine that was slashing down. He just seemed to pry a small fulcrum and slightly deflected the falling blade of the guillotine. track.

So the big guillotine that fell on the top of his head, like a waterfall bound by the river, changed its landing point in a very natural manner, avoiding the top of his head, rubbing against his shoulder, and fell hard on him On the ground beside him.

Although the clothes on his shoulders were scratched by the guillotine, and a large piece of flesh was scraped off his upper arm, this was supposed to be a fatal blow to him, but in the end it just blasted the floor beside him to pieces, and scattered wood and stone chips all over the sky. .

It wasn't until Jin Yiming was hit on the face by pieces of wood and stones, causing blood spots all over his face, that Jin Yiming finally came to his senses, and the scenes that happened before flashed through his mind like lightning.

Realizing that the "Zhen Qi Seed" that he had finally condensed had completely collapsed, Jin Yiming showed frustration at first, but soon replaced it with ecstasy and excitement.

Because his mind was blank before, and his body was operated by instinct, he really touched a certain indescribable and mysterious boundary.

As long as he digested the gains from this battle, he could even break through the fourth-rank bottleneck by himself, and condense the true energy seeds again!

And this time, the true qi seeds condensed are no longer the degraded version condensed by the shortcut of pills, but the real seeds with great power and great prospects!

Of course, the premise of all this is that today's battle can be won.

And Jin Yiming is full of confidence in this.

Although the realm has fallen, he still has the pure internal strength of the fifth-grade Dacheng level, the Xuanbing sword is still in his hand, and the exquisite swordsmanship that he has practiced for many years is still in his body!
Before, my mind was blank, and I was able to play so beautifully. Now that I have come back to my senses, I have touched the indescribably mysterious boundary. Is it possible that I can’t take down a girl Hai who has all the supernatural power but is only in the seventh rank? thief?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in my mind, but the reality only passed for a moment.

Jin Yiming still maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee, holding a sword in one hand, pulling away the guillotine.

And the broken wood and stone chips blasted by the big guillotine are still splashing in all directions, and they haven't all landed yet.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Jin Yiming suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Yuniang who, after the guillotine had failed, stepped on the door in front of him with a fierce wind, and the shadow in his heart was swept away.

"Do you still want to step on my young master's face again? Bastard, you are daydreaming!"

Jin Yiming's thoughts flashed and he roared in his heart, he was about to swing the Xuanbing sword and break her hamstrings and tendons in one move.

however……

Before he could slash the Xuanbing Sword, the crackling thunder suddenly sounded.

Amidst the sound of thunder, a blazing electric light pierced through the air, and it struck him like a whip, completely crushing his fifth-grade Dacheng-level protective internal force, knocking his body violently, and electrifying his hair. Standing up, blasting his mouth and nose into wisps of white smoke.

Then Chen Yuniang stomped on his face again with the soles of her little leather boots, broke the bridge of his nose again with a click, kicked his body backwards violently, hit the back of his head heavily on the floor, and smashed the floor with a bang. It was smashed to pieces, and a piece of broken wood and stones were splashed out.

Jin Yiming's hands and feet twitched, his five fingers suddenly loosened, and the Xuanbing sword fell to the ground with a clatter, holding his breath in his throat, and passed out with a cluck.

[Ask for a ticket~! 】

(End of this chapter)