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Chapter 314 Swordsman’s Etiquette

The second level is the Mist Sword Intention of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Jiang Ding penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness, and saw a flower in front of his eyes. It was still a world filled with white mist and steaming water. The full moon hung high in the sky and the clear light shone down.

"It's more real."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, looking at the fog gathering in front of him, and the water vapor condensing into a vague human figure. It was vaguely an elderly woman, holding a sword-shaped fog light.

"...yin...fog..."

She opened and closed her mouth, vibrating the water mist, and made such a sound.

In the void, a power similar to divine consciousness is moving in complex and fancy ways, fully demonstrating the cold, corrosive, and hallucinogenic properties of the Mist Sword Intent.

He didn't attack immediately, but waited quietly.

"...a ritual."

"...a unique etiquette among sword cultivators who understand the meaning of the sword..."

"...Even if life and death are about to happen in the next moment, one person's head falls to the ground..."

Jiang Ding, who was waiting intently, was thoughtful.

Not complicated.

hum!
The shadow of the bright blue sun emerged behind him.

The terrifying aura of destruction, forbidden law, and law destruction spread in all directions. Within a radius of ten kilometers, the seemingly endless white mist dissipated, leaving only the cold white mist within a hundred meters around the white mist figure that was still rolling and changing. .

vaguely,

The cold, corrosive, hallucinogenic and fine sword light flashed, trying to break through something, but once it went out of the range of a hundred meters, it would dissipate.

"Destroy."

"My name is destroyed."

Jiang Ding whispered.

But he was a little uninterested.

There is no active attack, just waiting for the opponent to take action.

"...Sword..."

"……kill!"

The voice of the vague figure was trembling, but he refused to admit defeat. The flying sword of white mist condensed into substance, and the light was bright, coming through the air, thinking until the sword came.

Arriving in mid-air, one sword split into six swords.

Another blur, hundreds of swords divided into sword formations, formation patterns filled the air, and a terrifying aura that far surpassed the foundation building filled the air in all directions.

An ordinary foundation-building monk would be so heart-broken in just an instant that he would be unable to raise any intention of resisting.

"Sword light differentiates, six swords."

"The Foundation Establishment Realm is a little stronger than the Golden Core Realm Li Hai Zhenren in the realm of swordsmanship. This Yinwu Zhenjun is not an ordinary person among Yuanying monks."

Jiang Ding admired.

The Hundred Sword Mist Array fell, covering all directions, sealing off the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth. White mist sword energy spurted out, crushing it down with hundreds of times its size. Even middle-stage Jindan monks would bow before this sword.

"Now, it's a little weaker."

Keng!
A blue flying sword emerged in the void.

Nothing happened, but the breath filled the air, and most of the hundred white mist flying swords trembled. The sword body was transparent and hazy, as if it was about to dissipate at any time.

The White Mist Sword Formation was even more unstable, and most of the sword energy that surged like a flood turned into nothing.

"Illusion, phantom sword."

"If you believe it, it is true; if you don't believe it, it is false."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

He clearly saw that the other party's aura dropped rapidly from the middle stage of the Golden Core to a figure that was barely comparable to that of a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core.

"When this True Lord of Yinwu was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, he must have been a talented person similar to the candidate Daozi of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

"cut!"

boom!
The magnetic field-assisted linear formations of the third-order magnetic field psychic gathering and killing array flashed past, and a violent air explosion sounded among all the hostile souls.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was extremely fast and disappeared into the induction of the Yin Mist Sword Intent.

call out!
When it reappeared, it slashed through the White Mist Sword Formation, and the 96 white mist sword energy stagnated, and the torrent of sword energy generated by the formation between them was stagnant.

Then, it collapsed instantly.

Only six solid sword lights were left, dividing the sword energy and retreating in panic. White mist emerged from the sword energy, trying to form the sword formation again.

"Okay." "I haven't encountered a monk of the same level who can take my sword for an unknown period of time."

Jiang Ding sighed in admiration, feeling somewhat satisfied.

Keng!
Taiqing Feijian became even more excited. With a soft groan, the blue light flourished and disappeared.

"No!"

The figure in the white mist was frightened, and he reluctantly formed a Liuhe sword formation with six differentiated sword lights. A circle of white mist surrounded him, and his aura was strong. If he touched the side of the Golden Core cultivator, he could step over at any time.

It is enough to dominate among the foundation-building monks and is invincible.

Click!

The six sword lights were struck by a terrifying force, and the five white mist flying swords were instantly cut into two pieces. The remaining sword light, which represented the body of the mist sword, whined, and a gap the size of a thumb appeared, and the spiritual light dimmed. Big cut.

"You can die."

Jiang Ding pointed his finger.

call out!
The Taiqing Flying Sword flashed again, and the azure light flourished. Taking advantage of the victory, he pursued the victory and accurately cut into it from the gap, cutting it into two pieces with the terrible crunching sound of the metal tearing.

With another flash, the blue sword light passed through the blurred figure's brow.

The sky becomes dark and the earth splits, the space shatters, and the illusion dissipates.

"It's okay, but not very enjoyable."

The destructive sword intention on Jiang Ding's body flashed away, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the sword intention of the third golden elixir level of Wu Lingzhu without hesitation.

A flower in front of you.

Jiang Ding's sword intent and spiritual consciousness swept around, and his scalp exploded.

The sky, the earth, the four directions, everything was shrouded in white mist. Relying on the Destruction Sword Intent for positioning, one could only barely lock in one direction. Somewhere far away, an old woman in a rough sermon robe stared at the sky with indifferent eyes.

"cut."

She didn't practice sword etiquette like she did in the Foundation Establishment Realm, she just calmly uttered one word.

clap la la...

Within a radius of [-] kilometers, the white mist was rolling like waves and strong winds. Thousands of white mist flying swords formed in an instant, forming a huge white mist sword that penetrated the sky and the earth. It carried the endless power of heaven and earth and suppressed it. .

"Golden Core Peak!"

Jiang Ding's expression changed.

All the consciousness and all the magic power poured into the flying sword.

The Taiqing Flying Sword shines brightly, with strands of golden mesh patterns appearing on the sword body. The sword light is like the shining sun of the apocalypse. Within a radius of ten kilometers, the dotted lines and patterns of the magnetic field and spiritual energy gathering formations are intertwined, and they go straight towards it.

boom!
The giant sword of white mist and the azure sun were fighting head-on. The azure blue and pure white auras annihilated each other and remained in a stalemate for a moment.

Blast!

Countless blue and white rays of light spread in all directions, destroying the sky for dozens of kilometers.

vaguely,

A blue flying sword with an extremely dim aura, the light of breaking magic flickered on the sword body, barely cut through the middle of the white mist giant sword that had shrunk in a large circle, and relied on the sharpness of the sword to forcibly cut the white mist giant sword into two pieces. .

"The peak golden elixir sword cultivator is nothing more than this..."

Jiang Ding sneered.

A transparent flying sword appeared in his forehead at some point, and severe pain struck him, interrupting his words.

His vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

outside world.

Jiang Ding said nothing, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, who were presiding over the attack on the military formation, shook their hands, causing huge chaos.

"Ugh."

The Soul-Slaying Lord sighed, as he had expected it. With a wave of his sleeves, a cotton-like white cloud appeared out of thin air, dragging Jiang Ding's falling body.

The white clouds floated up and climbed back to their original position.

His consciousness swept away and he no longer paid attention.

three days later.

"……pain……"

Jiang Ding had a splitting headache, rubbed his head, and reluctantly sat cross-legged, falling into a quiet state of cultivation. While healing, he recalled every moment of the previous battle and kept it in his mind.

"Master Yinwu, please remember what you did to me today!"

(End of this chapter)