Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 208 Mastery and mastery, use my sword to transform the other sword
The inheritance on Luowuzhou does have the shadow of the ancient fairy world.

But there was a great battle on Luowuzhou, and the practitioners of Mingjin expelled the inheritance of Xujin practice.

Since then, the inheritance of practice on Luowuzhou has been based on energy and blood power.

In a word, the limbs are developed, and the mind tends to be simple.

To strive to win.

At this time, there are nearly a thousand elite disciple teams on the ancient battlefield, and there are not many who can really enforce orders and command well.

Most people take the sect as a group, and then spread out to the surroundings, each looking for their own opportunities.

"Bam—"

A young man in his thirties wearing a green robe was picked up by a long spear that suddenly appeared in front of him. He flipped around a few times and landed on a broken wall not far away, with a look of horror on his face.

He stopped the long spear he was flying, and was grasped by the handle of the gun with a light yellow and bloody phantom hand.

An old man in broken battle armor and holding a spear appeared.

"Are all the descendants of Luo Wuzhou so weak today?" The old man's eyes were dark, he whispered, and the spear stabbed out again.

"In this case, it is better to give this body to the old man."

The long spear had a dark edge, and there was a hint of coldness. When the spear was fired, nine afterimages flickered.

Three flowers and nine tops.

"Good marksmanship." Someone outside the light curtain whispered.

"Good gun." The young man standing on the broken wall let out a low voice, ignoring the call from behind, and opened his hands, a pair of golden gloves showing blue light from the spirit pattern.

The long spear came head-on like a dragon probing its claws, and the young man's fists drew an arc in front of him, and the fists fell down.

"Snapped--"

The fist and the gun collided, the spear shook, and the power of the fist was released, and then moved forward, piercing the young man's throat.

At this time, the young man stretched out his left fist, which was shrunk behind him, and hit the barrel of the long spear hard.

With this blow, the long spear could no longer be disengaged, and was directly missed.

The young man took a step forward, and reached out to grab the illusory figure of an old man with a gun in front of him.

With a hollow palm, the moment it touched the broken battle armor on the old man's chest, a burst of cyan true energy caused the wind to explode.

The phantom figure of the old man shook for a moment, then slowly dissipated.

"Hehe, it's a relief..."

The voice and figure turned into nothingness, and the gray spear fell.

The young man held the spear with his hand, shook his arm, curled his lips: "It's just a medium-grade magic weapon, but it's so difficult to deal with."

Putting away the spear, he turned around and looked forward, his eyes fell among the scattered rocks, with a chuckle on his face, and he walked forward quickly.

Outside the light curtain, the team leader Jin Dan who was paying attention here shook his head.

"A medium-grade magic weapon, it was definitely a high-grade or even a half-spiritual weapon back then."

"The person in charge of this kind of weapon is at least a general who is around the fifth floor of the foundation. If you dig it carefully, you will definitely gain something. It's a pity."

In addition to fighting fronts, entering the ancient battlefield also depends on opportunities.

How to find opportunities and how to grasp opportunities is up to you.

Outsiders can't help with such things.

It doesn't help at all, though.

For example, as you can see at this time, within the light curtain, those powerful people basically have their own processes.

When encountering remnant souls, first judge the level of remnant souls, and then fight at the corresponding level of practice, constantly digging out the secrets of these remnant souls.

For example, why can the remnant soul be formed, is there any treasure around it.

For example, is there any practice and combat skills inherited from the remnant soul that can be verified and used for reference?

Although in this way, the advancement will be slower, but the harvest will generally not be less.

Comparing the two, the big forces obviously have a lot of rules.

Zhenyue Sect was not considered a big force before, and the accumulated rules and procedures were naturally relatively small.

Fortunately, Zhang Li was not in a hurry and led the elites of the sect to move forward steadily.

When encountering remnant souls and other enemies, they will stop and continue to grind and kill.

"Om-"

A beam of sword light flew down from a distance, and slashed at Zhang Li.

Remnant Soul Yujian, a practitioner of the way of the sword.

This is a blue broken sword, the edge of the sword is broken, and only a two-foot phantom is left to continue.

"This kid provoked the sword cultivator on the ancient battlefield before, but now he is going to be in trouble."

Seeing the remnant soul Yujian slashing towards Zhang Li from outside the light curtain, the leader of Jindan laughed lightly, with a hint of banter in his words.

Sure enough, it could be seen from outside the light curtain that there were not many remnants scattered around the teams of other sects.

But a hundred miles away from Zhenyuezong's team, it was obvious that there were several cyan remnants gathering.

How many sword cultivators are rushing here?

Seeing the sword light slashing down, a long sword appeared in Zhang Li's hand, and he stepped out.

"when--"

The two swords collided, and flames aroused on the blades, and streamers radiated in all directions.

The two swords stabbed and flicked, and then collided.

Zhang Li kept walking, knocked away the opponent's long sword, and swept the opponent's sword.

The opponent's sword was cut on the spine of the sword, swung again, and then turned around to stab back.

The two swords collided, and the scattered sharpness made people look sideways.

"Sword cultivators with at least seven levels of foundation building strength."

"Now that he still has such combat power, he might have already reached half a step of Jindan in his lifetime."

"If you can dig it out, it might be a rare opportunity."

Outside the light curtain, many people showed curiosity on their faces.

Of course Zhang Li's fighting power is extremely strong.

It is not difficult to deal with this sword cultivator's remnant soul.

It's just how to dig out the power of this remnant soul, but it is also a headache.

If the remnant soul was smashed into pieces with a single sword, all he got would be a remnant sword.

That broken sword is probably not even a middle-grade magic weapon.

On the battlefield, Zhang Li did not retreat a step, and his sword was swaying.

The broken sword on the opposite side seemed to be the rise of Zhan, with continuous moves.

On one side, Fenghuang nodded three times, holding Zhang Li's long sword against Zhang Li's long sword, while on the other side, Zhang Li had already slashed the power of the sword, and then stabbed horizontally.

The edge of the sword on this side exploded and turned into a white crane spreading its wings. The edge of the sword split into two and pointed at Zhang Li's shoulder. On the other side, Zhang Li was already walking with the sword.

Some of the Zhenyue Sect disciples around had practiced swordsmanship, but they had never seen this kind of swordsmanship confrontation.

Most of the others had solemn faces, not daring to blink when they saw the turbulent sword light.

Just in front of the battle, half of the people present could not participate at all.

"Thorn-"

When the Canjian move was old, Zhang Li swiped his sword horizontally, knocking the opponent's sword away.

"The junior has gained a little from fighting the senior, please enlighten me."

Zhang Li let out a low shout, and the rhythm and moves of the sword in his hand changed suddenly.

The Youguang above the blade is exactly the same as the opponent, and the angle of the sword is also the same as the opponent just now.

imitate.

Not exactly a parody.

At this moment, the eyes of the leaders of the Golden Core Realm outside the ancient battlefield all flickered.

Zhang Li's sword moves are similar to the opponent's, but the essence is different.

But if the essence is different, there is no difference between the moves and the core.

"Integrate and master, use my sword to transform the other's sword."

"There is a sword in my heart, and all swords are mine."

Those kendo masters watched every blow of the long sword in Zhang Li's hand, with surprise on their faces.

Zhang Li's comprehension on the way of the sword has surpassed them.

Even if the swordsmanship is not good on Luo Wuzhou, it's really amazing that someone in the younger generation can have such skills.

"This son, extraordinary..."

A white-bearded old man at the eighth level of Jindan whispered softly.

Within the light curtain, Zhang Li's sword was faster than the next, to the point where reality and reality were connected.

The broken sword in front of him could only rely on his familiarity with this sword technique to continuously block and pierce.

The sharpness above Zhang Li's sword continued to condense.

The sword glow flickered, and the sword moves became sharper.

At this moment, the faces of all those who followed him changed.

Zhang Li's sword move was more sharp than Can Jian's just now.

This is, beyond the opponent's swordsmanship!
Use the opponent's swordsmanship to surpass the opponent.

Who dares to imagine this level of kendo comprehension?
"when--"

The two long swords collided, and the remnant sword vibrated, retreated slowly, and turned into an afterimage.

In a blue robe, with a long sword on his back, in his thirties, there was a trace of loneliness and a trace of relief on his face.

The sword cultivator bowed to Zhang Li, then raised his hand and handed over a severed sword and a wooden hairpin.

"The wooden hairpin made of gathered wood can attract thunder and gather gods. It is a fine product among high-grade magic tools."

Those with sharp eyes recognized the wooden hairpin and whispered enviously.

This kind of treasure for nourishing the spirit, not to mention the levels, just the nurturing of the spirit and soul, is already rare.

This is a special treasure.

"Thank you for the gift from the seniors. The junior will find a suitable owner for this treasure, and then pass on the swordsmanship of the seniors."

Zhang Li bowed slightly, took the broken sword and wooden hairpin, and then opened his mouth to speak softly.

His eyes fell on Jianxiu who was on the opposite side, and he suddenly spoke again, his mouth was silent, but he let the other party hear him.

There was a trace of surprise on the sword repair face, he nodded slightly, and his figure dispersed.

Outside the light curtain, no one knew what Zhang Li said.

But this time is no longer the time to guess what Zhang Li said, because two more sword lights hit Zhang Li's position.

Zhang Li raised his sword again.

……

Time passed in a constant battle.

In terms of harvest, Zhenyuezong's harvest is no less than that of any other force.

But because their team barely moved much in place, they were challenged by the remnants of swordsmen who came from all sides.

Zhang Li stood there every day, waiting for the rushing Remnant Soul Sword Cultivator to make a move, and then subdued him with the opponent's inheritance.

The Elders at the Golden Core Realm who were watching from the outside felt that Zhang Li was a pervert.

How could there be such a talented person in the world who is so gifted in the way of swordsmanship?
The proof of kendo practice is a guardian invisible to outsiders, but every remnant sword cultivator fights with Zhang Li, and will leave a gift in the end.

All the gains are basically gathered together, and most of them are related to the practice of swordsmanship.

This left the other disciples empty-handed.

If it weren't for Zhang Li being the absolute core of Zhen Yuezong's team, I'm afraid the other disciples couldn't stand this kind of oppression anymore.

For [-] days in a row, I was a spectator watching the battle every day. It looked refreshing, but I was also anxious.

On the [-]th, other parties rushed to the center of the ancient battlefield without hesitation.

Here is the key to every exploration, and it is also the place where the real treasures are found.

It is also the place to kill practitioners from Yunzhou and obtain meritorious service.

"Wu Yutao, He Kun, Yu Qiuzheng, you lead the disciples of Zhenyue Sect to form an formation."

Zhang Li looked at the stream of light rushing into the fog in front of him, his eyes shone brightly.

He raised his hand, and magical artifacts, pills, and talismans shining with spiritual light flew down.

It is true that most of the gains on the ancient battlefield are related to swordsmanship, which is not suitable for disciples of Zhenyuezong.

But he has treasures in his hands.

The caravan of Jingyuan Trading Company turned around on Luowuzhou, and the high-grade magical weapons and half-spiritual weapons gathered in his hands were enough to equip a medium-sized sect.

Spiritual light danced, even though it was the [-]th day of the ancient battlefield, the scene revealed on the light curtain was a bit chaotic, but the oppressive aura of wealth could still be seen.

"Fuck, this kid's net worth is at least three times that of the old man."

"Tsk tsk, if this guy who is waiting for a chance is killed, maybe he won't have to go out to look for opportunities for the rest of his life?"

"This is a fat sheep, Zhen Yuezong is also willing."

Although there were more joking voices outside the light curtain, they were all jokes.

The means that Zhang Li has displayed in the past [-] days are already at the top level among the elites of Luo Wuzhou's younger generation.

At least top ten on the elite list.

There is no precedent for this kind of elite to fall in the ancient battlefield competition.

It's not that such elites will definitely grow up, but that the ancient battlefield is a dangerous place, and it doesn't really pose a threat to them.

Wu Yutao and the others looked at the various treasures in front of them with surprise and hesitation on their faces.

So many treasures can give them more protection when they step out of the center of the ancient battlefield.

People are searching for treasures everywhere, just to improve their combat power at the center of the ancient battlefield.

At this time they have a gift from Zhang Li, of course they are pleasantly surprised.

It's just that I didn't get it on the ancient battlefield after all, so I'm embarrassed to take it.

"I don't lack these things." Zhang Li tidied up the Zhenyue sword on his back, tidied up his clothes, and then transformed into a sword light.

"Slow and steady, more awareness of opportunities, other things, don't worry about it."

His figure disappeared into the light curtain.

He Kun and the others looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces.

People like myself are not strong enough in cultivation, and they are not even qualified to go forward with Zhang Li.

Fortunately, in the past [-] days, I have gotten used to this kind of blow.

The impact of those sword cultivators' remnant souls had already made them understand that their own abilities were far different from the real elites on the ancient battlefield.

"Let's go, take what suits you, and follow Brother Zhang's instructions, and fight steadily."

Wu Yutao cast his eyes forward: "Brother has his own affairs to do, and we represent Zhen Yuezong, and we also have our own affairs to do."

……

The moment Zhang Li stepped into the mist, he felt the impact of countless boundless breaths around him.

With a wave of his hand, the blue sword light condensed into golden lotuses.

The lotus flower shines, illuminating the ten feet in front of you thoroughly.

One after another of remnants of souls, mixed with the figures of three practitioners in green robes with gloomy faces.

A practitioner of Izumozhou.

Because of the banning of the ancient battlefield by the powerful on Luowuzhou, practitioners from Izumozhou could not leave the ancient battlefield.

But the time has come for them to open the ancient battlefield on Luowuzhou, practice on the ancient battlefield, and search for scattered treasures.

Moreover, Izumo Island is good at manipulating the mind and soul, as well as the cultivation method of Immortal Dao, which is more advantageous than Luo Wuzhou's Qi Refiner on the ancient battlefield.

"Sword repair?"

"Sword cultivators are rare on Luo Wuzhou, and the poor are interested in accepting them."

Among the three Izumo practitioners on the opposite side, a black-bearded Taoist looked at Zhang Li and smiled lightly.

The moment the voice fell, a cyan streamer shrouded Zhang Li's head.

Soul attack.

(End of this chapter)