Can Scientific Cultivators Penetrate into the Second Dimension

But this is also unavoidable, manpower has its limit, and it is impossible for monks to be at the same level as you attack extraordinary while defending exaggeratedly, and even the speed is much higher. If there is such a skill, monks will not have to face the dazzling The exercises are hesitant, and everyone can major in this "universal" exercise.

"Both and more" is just a beautiful fantasy. Even if you gain temporarily, you are destined to pay a heavy price in the future. The only way for everyone is to choose between giving and taking.

When Lin Xiu chose "Tianhe Hanging Sword Jue", which is a skill with high attack and low defense, he was doomed to face the current situation, unless he waited until the realm was more advanced, to see if there was a way to make up for it with a higher perspective However, as for now, the title "glass cannon" cannot be avoided no matter what.

The anxious situation prevented Lin Xiu from thinking too much. After confirming that he still had the ability to fight, he suppressed the feeling of panic in his heart, and threw three "Thunderbolt-2" shots with his backhand.

If you don't want to be able to achieve results, at least you have to interfere with the opponent, and you can't let him attack with "Sword Qi and Thunder Sound" as unscrupulously as before.

The distance has been stretched to more than 300 feet, Xue Aofeng not only didn't feel unhappy after the sword hadn't finished its full power, but showed satisfaction. With a pinch of the sword formula in his hand, the black flying sword stopped in the middle of a turn. Transform two, two transform into four, four transform into eight, eight transform into sixteen, just when Lin Xiu thought this was all there was, he saw that the light of the sixteen swords that were nothing more than differentiation trembled slightly. On the basis of this, sixteen handles were further differentiated.

For a moment, 32 sword lights flew into the sky, and the chilling sword intent permeated the sky.

This hand alone is better than that of Jin Hongxuan by countless times, and his cultivation base...

Feeling the spiritual pressure on Xue Aofeng's body that was more than double that of Jing Yanling's, Lin Xiu wanted to say something in his heart, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

——Master Sword Demon, who has been away for a long time, really thinks highly of himself.

Let alone a late Jindan sword cultivator with extraordinary combat power in the same realm to deal with him, not to mention an early Jindan, and the beginning is a semi-sneak attack method. "Trying the sword" is the term.

Of course, it doesn’t make sense in this world of cultivating immortals. Even if it makes sense, it’s based on the premise that your fist is bigger than the opponent’s. Lin Xiu’s current fist is obviously far less than that of the Sword Demon Supreme People’s Congress, so he can only live with it and wait for the future to be able to "" Make sense" that day.

The first thing to do before that is: kill this Xue.

"call out--"

With three consecutive piercing sounds, the three "Thunderbolt-2" shuttled towards Xue Aofeng's place at an oblique angle, but facing the three flying swords, Xue Aofeng didn't look like the Yong he had dealt with before. Yun Tian and Jin Hongxuan tried to avoid it like that, but directly drove the differentiated Jian Guang to hit him head-on.

Accompanied by three violent explosions, the flying sword became invisible under the scorching light triggered by the aura, and Xue Aofeng only lost the light of the six splitting swords, and it was completed in a blink of an eye.

Lin Xiu seemed to treat this scene as if he was encircling him, taking out more "Thunderbolt" series of flying swords from the Qiankun bag and throwing them out, while drawing the surrounding aura with his spiritual consciousness.

"Red Flame Burning Jue", nine miles in the red land.

Under the scorching fire, the nine-mile boundary centered on Lin Xiu's location was rendered crimson by the exuberant fire-attribute aura, and the split sword light that penetrated into it was slightly paused. Although the speed was slowed down by the interference of the aura, compared Before Jin Hongxuan, it was still much higher than that.

As a last resort, Lin Xiu could only fall to the ground from above, maintaining the operation of "Red Flame Burning Jue", while taking out a large pile of wood attribute spirit stones from the Qiankun bag and crushing them on the spot.

With a large amount of spiritual energy overflowing from the spirit stone being captured by the divine sense, Lin Xiushen took a breath and then slapped his hands on the ground vigorously.

"Strong Bamboo Method" + "Qing Yuan Shu", the world of trees descends.

Amidst the sound of rumbling vibrations, green bamboos mixed with ancient trees rose from the ground, densely crowded the surrounding two hundred feet area, and also covered Lin Xiu's figure and aura.

At the same time, under the action of "Red Flame Burning Jue", these spiritual woods that were catalyzed just now were ignited and burned at high temperature, and the spiritual energy of different attributes collided and collided in this space, which minimized the perception of the divine consciousness , the splitting sword light that had a clear goal also suddenly lost its aim, and could only shuttle back and forth aimlessly in this sea of ​​burning trees to kill, stirring up wreckage all over the sky.

Seeing the scene below, Xue Aofeng couldn't help but shook his head: "What the Master wants to see is not such 'extraordinary tricks'."

Then he raised his hand to recall the flying sword, and as the differentiated sword light sank into it one by one, the handle was hanging above the palm, and the black flying sword, which was only about a foot long, spun slowly, and every time it turned around, its size rose from the existing foundation double the size.

In just a few breaths, the black flying sword that was about a foot long, together with the 31 splitting sword lights, had disappeared, and it was replaced by a "giant sword" that was fifty feet long and sixty feet wide. Two simple words "Ao Xuan" are engraved on his body.

What's even more frightening is that the condensed breath on the flying sword is not a phantom formed by mana, but a real substance. When it leaves Xue Aofeng's palm and flies over the burning tree sea, it is never The sword intent spreading within the sword immediately suppressed the raging flames underneath.

Not only that, the land directly below with a radius of more than three hundred feet sank silently to a depth of three feet, and only a few feet around the place where the figure stood was able to maintain its original appearance.

Under the pressure of this heavy sword intent, Lin Xiu looked up at the sky.

299. Once the Sword Has Been Broken, How Can Fate Be Saved 185k Recommendations

And in the distance of more than a thousand feet away, Xue Ao looked down at the figure in the distance who was easily suppressed by the "Ao Xuan" sword, and his disappointment could not be concealed in his tone: "Using Qi training to kill the ninth junior brother who was in the foundation-building realm, and using the foundation-building The Eighth Junior Brother who cultivated forcibly at the Golden Core stage thought that there was something special that could be given such high hopes by the Master, but he was just mediocre if he didn't think so. "

He said and shook his head: "After beheading you this time, I don't know who the master will look like. I just hope that I can save a few troubles and have time for someone to practice sword."

"Fellow Daoist Xue don't need to provoke me, I can't draw my sword at this distance."

Still staring at the sky, Lin Xiu responded to his words: "You must have heard it from the escaped Jindan of the Chixin League, otherwise it would not have been like this with Lin from the beginning. Isn't it the distance?"

A moment of dead silence.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Lin is really a wonderful person."

Xue Aofeng clapped his hands in admiration without the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, "It is obvious that you are in such a desperate situation, but you can still maintain such a calmness. When you have such a mentality, you don't know how much it is beyond the ordinary. Yijie practiced qi and cultivated to the level he is today."

Slowly withdrawing his eyes from the sky, Lin Xiu showed a faint smile when he looked at Xue Aofeng: "Probably because there are so many people like Fellow Daoist Xue, it's hard to feel at ease if you don't think about it before doing something."

"Oh? In that case, how does Fellow Daoist Lin plan to break the situation?"

A flying sword hangs high above his head, and the surrounding sides are blocked by sword intent. Even if he escapes at the cost of serious injuries, he is doomed to be unable to get rid of the attack of "Sword Qi and Thunder Sound". Xue Aofeng's "being in a desperate situation" is not an exaggeration , but an objective statement, at least he himself can’t think of any way to escape in such a situation, unless——

His gaze stayed on the unattractive Xihe Sword at Lin Xiu's waist.

——Using the "sword" that beheaded nine golden cores in the battle of the Chixin League that day, forcing the master to retreat.

But it is also because of knowing the existence of that sword, Xue Aofeng has kept a safe distance enough to react from the very beginning, even if the sword is used, he can detect it in advance and escape the attack range, that kind of sword move is definitely not easy to use Come out, as long as you avoid that sword, the rest is to clean up the mess.

Whether it's cultivation or information, including pre-war preparations, it can be said that Xue Aofeng has been invincible from the very beginning. As long as he kills this person step by step and returns to the Master, there is naturally no reason to be anxious. There is still time to see how the "Purple and Blue Swords" are dying.

It's a pity that he didn't see despair or self-abandonment in his eyes, on the contrary, he was the same as himself——

expect?

What is he expecting?

"Where does Fellow Daoist Xue get this self-confidence from?"

"? It is Xue's sword."

"You mean the one on Lin's head?"

"nature."

"Then why don't Fellow Daoist Xue look over his head?"

There was no need for Lin Xiu to "remind". When the "deja vu" sword intent descended from the nine heavens and locked on his figure from afar, Xue Aofeng couldn't maintain his original composure, and suddenly looked up at the sky—only a gleam of fire was seen Straight down from the sky, aiming at the top of his head to sink.

How similar is this scene to what Lin Xiu faced?

Not long ago, Jin Hongxuan, known as the "Golden Xuan Sword", also faced the same situation. At that time, his choice was to take back the flying sword and use up all the obstacles. Now, under the same situation, how should Xue Aofeng choose? ?

And Lin Xiu himself, how should he choose?

——The answer to this question was decided at the very beginning.

"Good come!"

Under the sound of long howls, facing the "sword" that locked the body with the sword intent and locked the life with the blade, Xue Aofeng did not retreat but advanced, facing the falling flying sword, and rushed straight up. The "Aoxuan" flying sword in the sky also sank inch by inch with a momentum capable of crushing everything.

Feeling the great burden around him, Lin Xiu exhaled.

Press the right hand on the scabbard at the waist, press the thumb on the hilt, and push it up slightly——

"Zheng------!!!"

……

Xianzhong City, north of the city.

Jing Yanling, who fell into the city, suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the swirling dust in the distance.

At the same time, the entire north side of Xianzhong City felt the vibration of the ground under their feet, and some aging buildings collapsed with a creaking sound, causing waves of dust and commotion.

People walked up the street amidst the noise and looked to the north, only to see a flame rising from the horizon, and at the same time, billows of dust kept approaching, until there was a mournful howl——

"Demon attack——!!!"

That is the tide of beasts.

……

He tried his best to press the inch-long sword into the sheath. This simple action consumed nearly [-]% of Lin Xiu's strength. After finally completing it, he couldn't help panting. Qi "short" flew out of the one-foot-high terrain, and traveled a distance of [-] feet to another "basin valley".

Here a figure is sitting in the very center, frowning at the broken parts inserted on the ground in front of him, as if he is thinking about some incomprehensible problem, even if Lin Xiu approaches, he doesn't cast his eyes, but does not need to Xie asked in a tone of voice: "Tianhe sword?"

"No."

"That's self-created. Xue has been practicing for 320 years. Not only does he know all the swordsmanship within the five circles around him, but he also knows [-]% to [-]% of them, but he has never seen anything like this..."

It seemed that he was thinking about what words should be used to accurately describe what he thought in his heart. In the end, he chose a word that he thought he would never use to describe another sword art after "Tianhe Sword Code".

"A fierce sword."

Sweeping across the remaining sword blade in front of Xue Aofeng, through the one or two formations engraved on it, he could vaguely see the outline of the "Tianyan Forgiveness Formation", but now only these traces remained. The violence of the collision.

And what is scattered in front of him at this moment is not just what is left over from the "Dongfeng-1".

Raising his hand, he took the Qiankun bag floating from Xue Aofeng's side. When Lin Xiu bypassed the fallen cultivator and was about to go back, he suddenly heard the words coming from behind him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go back to Naxian Zhongcheng."

Footsteps paused slightly.

"Huang Chuanting has linked up with the Yaozu, and is planning to dedicate this city as a 'certificate of honor' to the Qingqiu old fox. If you go back now, you may not be facing Jing Yanling's bastard, but a fake infant." Lord Huang."

"...Is there any more?"

"Remember not to break here, Xue is still waiting for you to kill that old ghost, so you can teach him how to practice swords."

Nodding his head, Lin Xiu leaped towards the location of Xianzhong City without looking back.

Behind him, Xue Aofeng looked at the dilapidated sword in front of him, and could vaguely catch the word "Xuan" on it, but he couldn't find the word "Ao" in front, so he had to give up.

"Flying Sword of Fate, Flying Sword of Fate... Now that the sword is broken, how can life survive?"

Whispering in a low voice, the breath became more and more depressed, only the broken golden core in the body transformed the pure magic power into spiritual energy, and scattered it back to this world.

300. Betrayal

The distance of only thirty or forty miles passed in a blink of an eye, but unlike when we left, within less than half an hour, Xianzhong City had already changed its appearance.

As far as the eye can see, there is only one area surrounding the north of the outer city. The aura of various spells mixed with violent aura fluctuations detonated one after another. There are countless figures stepping on magic weapons shuttled above it, and kept throwing a This spell caused damage, but at the same time, there were monster beasts several times the number of monks in the sky hovering around, and the ground——the endless, seemingly endless monster beasts, which seemed to be surging wave after wave. It came like a "sea tide", easily engulfing those figures who were standing on the ground and trying to "hit a stone with an egg".

In this battle, the most deadly thing for the monks was not the beast tide itself, but the huge spiritual pressure and aura mixed in the beast tide.

Some of them directly displayed their huge body shells, or used their claws or teeth to wantonly kill and devour the nearby monks, while some maintained their transformed human forms, sitting leisurely on the accompanying monsters From time to time, a spell or supernatural power is thrown, falling into the monks and causing a lot of damage.

These auras are all without exception, all of them are demon generals in the golden core period, and it is also because of their existence that even if the side of Xianzhong City also has the aura of a real golden core person sitting in the town, they dare not make a move easily. The only one who dares to make a move is stepped on by Lin Xiu Xihe Sword was on the verge of disappearing when it arrived.

Because he didn't think about covering it up, when Lin Xiu, a real person whose aura was in the early and middle stages of Golden Core, came to the scene, both the human race and the monster race quickly noticed this individual, and the real people in the city seemed to want to A warning was issued, but before they could act, they were suppressed by a wave of offensive from the Yaozu, and they couldn't get away.

On the Yaozu side, two figures flew directly towards them, outflanking them from the left and the right exuding a powerful aura.

Although its cultivation is only at the early stage of the golden core, on the one hand, the various talents and supernatural powers of the monster race are much stronger than the ordinary human golden core, and on the other hand, it also occupies a numerical advantage. After other monsters and monsters surrounded them, it was hard to avoid the fate of falling on the spot.