Fighting: Drunk Sword Immortal, drunkenly activates heaven-level fighting skills

Chapter 65: The greenery is gone and the flowers are blooming. I wonder if the Tan Di Sword Immortal is at peace?
The visual sense generated by the pictures made of ink and wash scrolls comes to everyone, as if everyone is suddenly in a world of ink and wash scrolls.Lifelike.

'Sword Intention' has reached a state, perhaps not just for the senses.And the sense of taste.and visual experience.

In Jiang Longyin's spiritual consciousness, there is an expensive ancient scroll floating in the sea. It has been dusted for a long time but does not look shabby at all.

As mentioned previously, the shape of this scroll is similar to the wind and thunder scroll in "Three Thousand Thunder Movements", except that the Sanskrit written in the core scroll is different, and the hidden 'energy' in the scroll is even more sassy and elegant.

Visible to the naked eye, the little transparent figure transformed by Dou Qi is dancing with a sword in the scroll, looking heroic.As free and unrestrained as an immortal in heaven.Drinking wine, swinging a sword, moving clouds and flowing water.

The evolution of this scroll ended, condensed into a wisp of strength dancing in the wind, and penetrated into Jiang Longyin's eyebrows, regardless of each other.

Shockingly, Jiang Longyin was surrounded by a layer of refreshing breeze that was hard to ignore, and his whole body became phantom under the influence of this force. Even the corners of his clothes gradually moved towards the phantom.

It seems that all this symbolizes that Jiang Longyin has left this world and disappeared into the void of another realm.

In the spiritual world, under the world of ink painting style, a man who is so handsome that cannot be described in words floats as light as a green leaf.Judging from the naked eye, this person seems to have no weight.

Both feet are suspended in the air, flying through the void.

"Swish!" The sword light burst out, and at some point the handsome man in white pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword with a peach blossom in its sheath.Jiang Longyin was dazzled by the sword flowers, and his eyeballs were a little stinging.

It's as if just witnessing such sword energy will hurt you.

The man in front of him didn't interact with Jiang Longyin like he usually did when he activated his fighting skills.There is some dedicated swordsmanship instruction.

But there is a silent arrogance.

He didn't bother to explain his sword intention.

Suddenly, a violent storm arose in the world of ink painting style, and the man dancing the sword evaporated on the spot like air, turning into the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.

No, to be precise, the handsome man turned into an indescribable wind.

murderous look.

Jiang Longyin smelled a strong murderous aura on the tip of his nose.If you really want to know what the smell is, it may be a fishy smell of rust.

But more of it is brought about by instinctive senses.

Then, a sound came from outside the sky.

"After a life of alienation and madness, all the remaining joy has been spent, and half of the liver and gallbladder have been thrown into the cold of the sword. The wind and rain in the rivers and lakes have dyed the white shirt, and the dark clouds have never seen the sky. The spirit does not change with the world, and the sun and the moon are painted into the sword one after another..."

An extremely fluent poetic vocabulary enters the spiritual world of this ink painting. In an instant, it fills the soul of this ink painting world. The fragrance of flowers floats and birds and animals sing.

It's hard to believe what kind of sword intent this is.Even Jiang Longyin is not easy to describe in words.

This voice is mixed with a magnetic softness, like a voice coming from your mind.It is also like the breeze blowing across the ear spoon and pouring into the ears.

In short, even Jiang Longyin, who had the Douhuang Fighting Qi cultivation level, could not find any trace of this person.

He was sweating profusely at this moment. If this sword were to strike him, he would be dead.After all, even the opponent can't find the deadly killer hiding in the dark.

According to Jiang Longyin's understanding, the fastest body fighting skill in the world is the secret of Fenglei Pavilion, Three Thousand Thunders.

When these three thousand thunders are used, they are only divided into three stages: thunder flash, thunder instant, and three thousand thunders.If you really want to add the limit of three thousand thunder, it should be three thousand thunder and phantom body.

It is said that three thousand thunderbolts can only transform into lightning and thunder, galloping across the Dou Qi continent like a ghost movie.

But if you achieve Three Thousand Thunders and Phantom Body, you can transform into three thousand instantaneous thunders, making it completely difficult to track down and lock on.

Even though it is the most powerful physical fighting skill in Dou Qi Continent, Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Body cannot disappear into nothingness and turn into the breeze.It is conceivable that the "Qinglian Sword Song" mastered by Jiang Longyin is now not only an assassin fighting skill that kills people like a breeze sweeping away fallen leaves, but also a physical fighting skill that is so extreme that it is almost invincible.

After all, "Qinglian Sword Song" has also marked it and cannot be locked.

Why cannot be locked.

No attack can be locked down.

But this depends on Jiang Longyin's fighting spirit storage.If you don't have enough fighting spirit, you will definitely not be able to use it.

Furthermore, Douhuang Jiang Longyin, who is now just cannon fodder for the strong, is not yet able to display the power of his 'Heavenly Level Fighting Skills'.According to his current level of fighting spirit, he may only be able to unleash less than [-]% of the power of the 'Heavenly Fighting Skill'.

In Dou Qi Continent, it is not always good to have high fighting skills.The premise is that the fighting spirit realm is worthy of living.Otherwise, it will be as uncomfortable as holding a mountain of gold and silver but not being able to squander it.

However, just when Jiang Longyin was still alert to the sword energy blowing in the breeze beside him, the sword light suddenly rose into the sky.

'Swish, swish, swish! ! '

The number of fresh and handsome figures of the Sword Immortal in White, Jiang Longyin, are countless and cannot be distinguished clearly.I just feel that the sky and the earth are densely packed, and the sky and the earth are all phantoms transformed by the light of the sword.

Jiang Longyin's pupils were slightly startled, and he suddenly froze when he thought about this.

'Could it be that……'

'Each of these figures is no less than a sword with heaven-level fighting skills? '

Thinking of this, Jiang Longyin was secretly frightened, if his guess was correct! 'hiss! '

So terrifying.

If these thousands of sword energy phantoms besiege one person, not to mention Douzong, even in the middle stage of Douzong, they might not be able to fight!

It wasn't until the last burst of fresh and elegant scholarly aura that filled the sky that he unreservedly showed the arrogance in his heart to the world.

"The greenery is gone and the flowers are blooming. I wonder if the Tan Di Sword Immortal is at peace?"

The poetry has a strong realm.

It seems even more fragrant.

As a result, a string of poems appeared in Jiang Longyin's spiritual consciousness. A long poem came, and a black and white imprint of ancient Sanskrit as big as an ox hung in the middle of the sky. The ancient ink was so rich that it was almost impossible to dissolve it.

Jiang Longyin lowered his head and sighed deeply, and murmured a poem about the wine sword fairy, which was really chewy, "As green as green, as green as flowers bloom..."

This person's poetry has reached its limit!

Entering the extreme realm.

It seems that I have to use all my strength to write this ink poem.The green leaves and the warm breeze outline the sky and the earth.

At the same time, at the moment when Jiang Longyin and the Jiujianxian in front of him connected with their souls and sang together, he also became intangible and insubstantial.Falling into a world of empty space.

At this moment, Jiang Longyin, who was in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, was completely unaware that the Black Angle Territory outside had already been shrouded in visions.

I don’t know how many times more powerful than the soul hell condensed by the Ya protector.It has long been torn into waste paper by the infinite sword light.

The secret skills of the Soul Palace and the soul-loving locks of the Bird Guardian are as pure as paper in front of the sword energy, and can be broken with a light poke.

Everyone in the Black Corner Territory was enveloped in a strong breeze that almost turned into reality. It was very soft and comfortable.Some fighters even wanted to sleep under this breeze.

But as soon as they close their eyes, almost all fighters, as long as they have the slightest bit of fighting spirit in their bodies, can see a man as handsome as a swordsman immortal in the sky.The man carries a wine flask on his waist and holds a white sword with a jade sheath. The white sword is stuck with a coquettish peach blossom branch. The peach blossom petals on the branch float away in the wind and fall to the ground with a sound.

"What is this?" It wasn't until the incredible tone of the great elder Su Qian broke the calm here that everyone gradually returned to their own consciousness from the ink-like fairyland.

Until the blazing white light flashed, everyone's eyes lit up, and they looked towards the densest and most concentrated place of the Soul Palace's secret method, Soul-Absorbing Locks.

The cultivation of the mid-stage Douhuang was first revealed, followed by an almost unparalleled sword light that was as mottled and dripping as sea water.

The left side of Guardian Bird's face was just illuminated by the sword light. With a crisp "blah" sound, Guardian Bird's left cheek was like a crisp glass, with a gap being scratched open, and his face was directly broken.

The black eyes of the bird protector are even darker and richer, and his low and hoarse voice is full of incredible breath, "How could it be?"

Even the guardian bird was horrified that he would be so speechless in his lifetime!

It's even more unbelievable that I would be so shocked that I could say those three words.

(End of this chapter)