Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 182
An air wave formed in the air distorted by the impact of the sword intent, and even Zhan Ji and Kun Yang's consciousness could not pass through it, and they could not see what was going on in the core of the air wave.

Zhan Ji's complexion began to turn ugly. He planted a soul thread on Song Jingyan's body. If it wasn't for the soul thread not being broken, knowing that Song Jingyan was still alive, even if he broke the contract in front of the disciples of Yan Yang and Han Qiong Xianque, he would never be able to do it again. Rong Boxi survived.

It has nothing to do with bullying teachers and destroying ancestors, let alone upholding justice. A thorn was planted in Zhan Ji's heart from the time he saw Bo Xi who was a teenager next to Fairy Chuiyun.

Chuiyun, the elder of the Taiwei Immortal Sect's Lingshu... In terms of cultivation base and seniority, she can bear the title of real person, but because she is unparalleled in appearance, and her swordsmanship is so superb that no one can match her, when she moves with a sword, she will be invincible. Qian Shuyan is all in one, and everyone who has seen her make a move is fascinated, so no one uses the word "real person" that carries the pressure of her predecessors to call her. She is a real fairy. Can't go the other way.

Zhan Ji's own swordsmanship was rated as "good" by Chuiyun Fairy. At first Zhan Ji refused to accept it, until he was convinced by the defeat.

Zhan Ji has accepted many sword cultivators as apprentices, and carefully cultivated them one by one. The best apprentice was evaluated as "good" by Chuiyun Fairy. evaluate.

However, a mere 17-year-old boy who hasn't held a sword for several years is actually evaluated by Fairy Chuiyun as: "No match in the world."

Unparalleled?

Zhan Ji looked at Song Jingyan who gradually appeared in the distant sky, feeling a little embarrassed, but the injury was not serious. On the contrary, there was no Boxi in front of Song Jingyan.

Even if he is really unparalleled in the world, as long as he dies here like a dog, where will he be unparalleled in the world?
Zhan Ji smiled and looked at Kun Yang, only to find that Kun Yang was also smiling.

He suddenly turned his head to look back into the sky, his eyes narrowed, and his divine light was shining brightly—there was no one in the hundreds of meters around Song Jingyan, but the Chenggang chain was floating somewhere and did not land.

Even... the sword array of the recording sword box was also cruising in that sky, and did not return to the recording sword box.

He Yang had already expected this scene, and said with satisfaction in his tone: "The methods passed down to date to verify the top three spirit bodies are not complete, especially the first moon-swallowing red marrow sword body. After the spirit enters the body, after growing up... don't say that the verification needs to be explored by ourselves, even his true face, we and our ancestors of all generations may not be able to think of it."

"True face?" Zhan Ji was suspicious, he couldn't see anyone, and even in his consciousness, there was only the chaotic aura after the impact of the sword intent, and a little bit... something that seemed to be the spirit of moonlight floating in the air, but the spirit of moonlight could It's not something you can grab a lot of at once, Zhan Ji thinks it's something else, it just looks like it.

He Yang said pointedly: "Unfortunately, decades were wasted, but it might not be a fortune."

When Zhan Ji heard it, the gloomy color between his eyebrows became more intense. A pity, a good luck, subtly made the thorn in Zhan Ji's heart a few inches deeper.

Song Jingyan was also looking for Bo Xi, the Cheng Gang chain was there, and the sword recording box was there, but all around him was the foggy, purple... moonlight spirit?
It doesn't matter whether it's a blindfold or not, and it's different from the phantom array, but Bo Xi, a living person, just disappeared in front of his eyes.

Song Jingyan was anxious at first, but he was worthy of the arrogance of heaven. He immediately realized that his mind was being affected, and immediately realized that this was Boxi's sword intent—unbelievable!He didn't notice it just now.

A deeper chill gushed out from Song Jingyan's mind. He quickly looked around with his eyes. There was still more than a mile away from the ground below. After the impact of the sword intent, the clouds above also dispersed and swept across the sky. The coming wind whimpers softly...

Song Jingyan made a movement that Zhan Ji couldn't understand. He recalled the flying sword, and instead of holding it in his hand, he turned to his feet and put his feet on the sword to firmly step on it.

After forming the alchemy, practitioners can hang in the air or fly by themselves. Song Jingyan already has the cultivation base of Yuanying, so he doesn't need to use the flying sword to hover for a long time. Zhan Ji hasn't seen Song Jingyan do this for many years, and his brows are tightened even more up.

"If he hides, will you be helpless?"

Song Jingyan suddenly felt the displeasure coming from Zhanji, and his heart jumped again: he thought that he had not backed down except for the first time, but he was unaware of what he did one after another, subconsciously Then he made it, and when he found that he was anxious, he hurriedly observed his surroundings to calm down his emotions. Then, feeling guilty, he recalled Feijian and stepped on it with both feet, so as to find a foothold for himself...

Now, Song Jingyan has discovered his mistake again, and it is time to make up for it, and take the flying sword back into his hand, no, it makes it even more obvious that the previous action of stepping on the sword was superfluous, but if he doesn't do anything, it is meaningless to think about himself here Isn't his behavior just helpless?

Why is it that only one step back brings about so many changes?

The calmer Song Jingyan is, the more incomprehensible he is to his reaction, and the stronger the sense of emptiness in his heart.

After a while, Song Jingyan was covered in cold sweat, his breath was frosty, and he stood there as if he was stupid.

Zhan Ji raised his hand and stroked his beard, the soul in his body moved slightly, opened his eyes to see through the water curtain, and looked straight out——

Suzaku made Qu Zhen ask his disciples to prepare the seats, and He Yang cupped his hands towards Zhan Ji's back: "Zhan Ji, let's talk some gossip and wait, you are a talented disciple, you know Bo Xi He was able to kill Bian Qing when he was at the foundation-building stage, but he was knocked down by the Broken Bone Locking Soul Prison, and his cultivation at the Qi-refining stage is true, but the Ziji Sword of Birth and Death is extraordinary, and it’s not bad that Song Jingyan can last for so long."

Zhan Ji turned around and asked with a gloomy face, "What do you really know?"

Shen Yang made a gesture of invitation, but seeing Zhan Ji ignored it, she sat down by herself and said, "The first volume of Ziji Sword of Life and Death is also available in Hanqiong Xianque."

Zhan Ji was startled, and immediately came over and sat down: "What do you mean, what Bo Xi is using to deal with my apprentice at this time is the one in the first volume of Ziji Sword of Life and Death?"

He Yang nodded: "Of course, it's the first floor, where the lone sword is lingering."

As a sword repairman, Zhan Ji immediately noticed something and looked at the sky again.

Song Jingyan, who was sweating profusely, had already bit his teeth bleeding, his mind could no longer be freed, and he kept going back and forth in all kinds of doubts and guesses. This feeling of futility spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, as if he was It confirms what Xi Yang said.

"This level of sword art focuses on the state of mind. It is a single word that Bo Xi, who has been sitting alone in the Shiyuan Prison for 24 years, naturally understands. So I say it is not a good fortune of his. Don't worry about everything, Song Jingyan can't escape under this sword power."

The sword power was only discovered not long ago, and Zhan Ji himself only touched the possibility of the realm above the sword intent, and never thought that someone had already achieved it.

The realm of the sword force is not something that Song Jingyan can detect. He has been affected by the sword force and cannot extricate himself, but he doesn't know it.

Xi Yang continued without distaste: "Bo Xi has a soft heart, it was Zhao Nan who restrained him too tightly, and if he wasn't forced to the point where he needs to use his sword, he wouldn't be able to see his more wonderful sword moves."

Zhan Ji's face was so gloomy that ink dripped out, and he thought to himself, "Didn't draw the sword? What else does Xi Yang know? How do you know that Boxi hasn't drawn the sword yet?" As a Mahayana realm, he has comprehended dozens of sword intents , Touching the threshold of the sword power, Zhan Ji felt that he was already at the peak, but he couldn't understand it again and again, one can imagine the depression.

At this moment, his primordial spirit suddenly made a discovery.

If you close your naked eyes, take back your consciousness, and only use your soul to perceive, Song Jingyan's surroundings will not be empty, but there is a... thing that surrounds Song Jingyan.

Zhan Ji condensed his spiritual thoughts and sent them into the primordial spirit. The moment he borrowed the spirit of the sky, he saw something... a shocking thing!
His face changed suddenly, and Xi Yang didn't know Zhan Ji's actions in the dark, but in the same way, she also chose the only remaining method under the condition that Bo Xi could not be seen with naked eyes and spiritual sense. Yuanshen to perceive.

Suzaku asked Qu Zhen to hand the teacup to Xi Yang, watching Xi Yang brought it to his lips, and was about to drink it, but his hand shook, and half a cup of tea spilled out, Qu Zhen hurriedly flicked the tea away, and looked at Xi Yang again His complexion also changed.

Qu Zhen hurriedly looked into the sky, but apart from Zhan Ji and Yan Yang, no one else could see what was going on outside through the Zhan Ji water curtain.

Qu Zhen didn't dare to look at the two of them anymore, but the faces of the two of them were clearer in her mind, and Qu Zhen's heart felt like Song Jingyan's, a chill rose up.

Bo Xi doesn't know all this, Song Jingyan is no better than Jiang Chaoxi, Jiang Chaoxi is above Bo Xi in terms of cultivation and state of mind, Bo Xi's sword power can hardly affect Jiang Chaoxi, but it is too simple to deal with Song Jingyan, so simple He didn't need to do anything else, as long as Song Jingyan was trapped, Song Jingyan would collapse on his own under the impact of the first layer of the Ziji Life and Death Sword.

Sword refining is divided into internal and external. During the Qi refining period, the sword glow is refined; in the foundation building period, the sword glow converges in the heart, and what is refined is sword energy; , are exactly the eight characters Zhao Nan taught to Yan Xiaotang, but Yan Xiaotang still can't understand the meaning; Yuanying refines the sword bone; transforms the god to refine the sword soul-these steps are from the outside to the inside, which is what most sword cultivators take Way, in the end, the business in the heart is sent out.

Boxi's sword intent is enough to become something that can be touched, which is the expression of turning from the inside out to the extreme, and the sword power is the next realm that breaks through the shackles of the sword intent, and it also needs to be from the inside out.

He thought that he still couldn't send out the sword force, and the reason why he was able to trap Song Jingyan was that he borrowed the Tunyue Red Marrow sword body to turn his body into nothingness to influence Song Jingyan.

If one can truly unleash the sword power, then it can be regarded as reaching the first level of the Ziji Sword of Life and Death.

Just as he was thinking, the sword recording box that Song Jingyan had forgotten suddenly made a movement. The box opened by itself, releasing another thousand flying swords as thin as cow hair.

(End of this chapter)