Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 106: ? Hidden gang into the hole, one hit will kill!
Fang Lang really didn't know that a genius from another race came to challenge him.
The meditation array was activated in the small courtyard to isolate all sounds. Unless Fang Lang automatically ended his practice, otherwise, even if there was a disturbance outside, he would not know it.
The Jian Shu Sect has a rule that the disciples of the Jiange should not be interrupted during the practice of the Meditation Formation, otherwise the rules will be broken.
After all, for the disciples of the Huangji Jiange, the opening of the Meditation Formation is equivalent to a retreat.
If you are interrupted at a critical moment in your practice and the opportunity is ruined, wouldn't it be very bad, so there is this regulation.
So, Fang Lang in the small courtyard of the 799th seat did not respond to the yelling alien genius Junjie who was so loud on Yujian Peak.
At this moment, Fang Lang practiced continuously for eleven days without sleep.
Shuxiu, Wuxiu, Jianxiu, and the three cultivators all have specific skills, which actually make Fang Lang energetic all over, and practice like a perpetual motion machine, without feeling tired at all.
That feeling is amazing.
When the spirit is exhausted, it recovers through meditation, and when the physical body is exhausted, it is rejuvenated through the transportation of qi and blood.
In eleven days, Fang Lang was surrounded by a pile of spirit crystal remains, which were all spirit crystals that he had sucked dry.
Even, the system also defines that the spirit crystals consumed by using the meditation array are all included in the system experience value, which is good news for Fang Lang.
Although the absorption speed of the meditation array is too slow, there are only three in one night, but it is better than nothing.
Fang Lang opened the state of the four fetters, and the spiritual load was extremely heavy, but with the help of the newly obtained exercises, Fang Lang's spiritual endurance was much stronger, and he was also unscrupulous and tirelessly began to condense sword energy.
Finally, on the morning of the eleventh day, when it was snowing outside the house.
Fang Lang's dantian cyclone was shaken suddenly, and then the sword energy in Fang Lang's body seemed to be integrated, flowing continuously in the meridians of his body, converging into one, and gradually turning into a substantial ray of light in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone.
In the small courtyard, centered on Fang Lang's dantian, there seems to be bright and dazzling light!
Sword gas turns into gang!
Fang Lang, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them!
Like a shooting star piercing the night, the brilliance flashed past, and a breath of foul air spit out from Fang Lang's mouth.
Third Grade Sword Gang, success!
First-rank sword apprentices cultivate aura, second-rank sword masters cultivate sword qi, and third-rank sword qi transform sword qi into aura, which is hidden in the orifice of the body.
This is the general outline of the first three ranks of the sword repair profession.
The three phases of Jian Gang are the process of laying the foundation worthy of the name, because the foundation of Jian Gang's realm is very different, and this difference is mainly reflected in the skills.
The limit of the Huang-level kung fu method can only hide seventy-two orifices, the limit of the Xuan-level kung fu method can only reach 180 orifices, but the earth-level kung fu can reach 270 orifices!
As for the higher celestial level, the celestial level skills that rarely appear in the Great Tang world, it is said that the sword and astral realm can hide 360 orifices!
You must know that the more stellar energy is stored, the longer the eruption of the sword cultivator will be, which is a qualitative change!
Fang Lang and Zhao Yu fought before, and Zhao Yu had thirty-six orifices hidden in the gang, bSword Qi and sword gang are endless, if Fang Lang continues to consume, he will definitely be the first to exhaust the sword Qi.
So, Fang Lang threw out a small forbidden spell, and let's talk after the wave is over.
Better than lasting, Fang Lang is just a swordsman, and he really can't compare to Zhao Yu.
Boom!
In Fang Lang's dantian, a sword gang took shape.
Accompanied by humming, the three swords hidden in the sword box by his side roared towards him as if being drawn one after another.
Suspended beside Fang Lang, swallowing the sword gang that escaped from Fang Lang's body!
Fang Lang runs the "Wan Jian Jing", and the four fetters are all serving the practice of kendo at this moment.
The four figures sat cross-legged beside Fang Lang, faintly drawn and stimulated by the invisible air mechanism, which made Fang Lang's consciousness extremely clear.
As the kung fu practiced to the extreme, on Fang Lang's body, a spot of light began to become bright!
Fang Lang was densely distributed all over his body.
If you count them carefully, there are a total of three hundred and sixty!
Jian Gang opened three hundred and sixty!
Soon, the spot of light returned to calm, and a wisp of sword gangster in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone quickly poured into a hole in his arm, gradually filling it up, and the sword gangster was hidden in the hole. Let Fang Lang's breath become deeper!
The seeds of sword intent in Fang Lang's dantian trembled, and a strange meaning spread in the dark.
It seemed as if the seeds of the sword intent were about to bloom, but after all, it was still a little bit worse, so it stopped.
However, Fang Lang felt that his sword qi and sword gang seemed to contain a vague "meaning".
It made Fang Lang's perception of the sword more and more profound, as if every part of his body could be turned into an extremely sharp sword.
This fleeting feeling made Fang Lang feel extremely far away, but at the same time seemed extremely close.
Fang Lang only knows that it is definitely good for him to grasp this feeling!
He has to work hard, try very hard to catch it!
"System! Use the Epiphany Card!"
Fang Lang gritted his teeth.
"Ding, the epiphany card has been used, and it lasts for an hour."
"I wish you a happy epiphany."
A system prompt pops up.
In an instant, Fang Lang felt as if he had fallen into an ocean of stars, and the vague ray of "meaning" suddenly became clear, as if he had torn away the mysterious veil in an extremely brutal way.
With the hard work and help of the epiphany card, Fang Lang suddenly realized that this is the first stage of Wanjian Jianyi, the introduction to body sword!
He has only touched the threshold of the "body sword" now, and there is still a long way to go before he can truly condense the sword intent of the body sword level!
Opening his eyes slowly, Fang Lang's breath began to gradually subside and subside.
Eleven days of hard work and hard work have finally paid off!
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On the pre-Jian peak, heavy snow fluttered.
The entire Daping was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and with a roar, some snowflakes covering the trees on the peak fell.
On the Pre-Jian Peak, white-robed disciples of Neizong stood in a row, frowning, staring at those arrogant, powerful, but **** alien geniuses.
"Huh? Why... No response? Is this champion in this discipline afraid? Is he a coward?"
The alien genius in fur and mink hat grinned.
All around, male or female alien geniuses also laughed, and the laughter contained a lot of sneers and sarcasm.
For Fang Lang, are these alien geniuses not familiar with him?
That piece of policy theory caused a shock in the whole Tang Dynasty, inside and outside the court hall, and it even spread to the frontier fortress, which caused the outrage of countless generals of foreign races.
The parents of these alien geniuses are yelling at this, and some strong men even draw their knives directly, wishing to fly thousands of miles, and chop off this **** new champion!
The conflict between the pure-blooded foreign race and the Tang people has a long history.
However, the pure-blooded foreign race is served by the unfathomable Emperor Tang who sits high in the temple of the Tang Dynasty.
It's not just a new champion who can only show off on paper!
Therefore, Jianshu Sect has become the first choice for geniuses and heroes of all ethnic groups, not for anything else, just for the sake of being the champion of the new subject!
At least, let him practice in Jianshu Sect, and he will not live in peace!
A Si Falcon, Song Zhongcheng, Ge Shu Yuehua...
The heirs of the famous foreign generals in the Tang Dynasty all chose Jianshu Sect!
Of course, the sons of these famous generals didn't make a move, they just sent one person to test Fang Lang's depth first.
On the Pre-Jian Peak, there was a sound of laughter.
Zhao Dagang, Xue Ying and Liu Longlong walked out.
"Are you planning to challenge Junior Brother Fang?"
"Let's not say that Junior Brother Fang has activated the meditation array in the yard. I can't hear you shouting at the moment, but even if I can hear you, you just wanted to challenge when you first came, are you worthy?"
Zhao Dagang was convinced by Fang Lang, and now he was holding an epee and spoke coldly.
Xue Ying was holding the sword box, and Liu Taki, tall and tall, also watched with cold eyes.
"Let's talk after we win, otherwise, don't be ashamed."
Taki Yanagi said.
They stood up. Although they lost to Fang Lang and the others, as disciples of Jianshu Sect, they couldn't see the arrogance of heroes from other races.
Although they are not even Jiange disciples, they are not cowardly, and their blood is still not cold!
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Above Jian Shuzong.
Chao Xiaojian and many elders of the sect were levitating, frowning, staring at the battle that was about to erupt on Yujian Peak.
When elites from different races join the sect, sooner or later a confrontation will erupt between them and the disciples of the sect. They have expected it, but they never imagined that it will erupt so quickly.
"The son of Asi Luoshan, the son of Song Xianzhi, and the daughter of Geshu Taihang..."
"They are all ruthless characters who fought on the frontier battlefield."
"When they were at the second level, they were each thrown into the demon tower to survive under pressure. If disciples above Xuanji and above faced them, they should have no problem. However, most of the disciples of Huangji Jiange have never entered the demon tower to kill the enemy. , so, I’m afraid I’ll suffer a lot.”
One elder after another is extremely dignified.
Chao Xiaojian folded his hands on his chest, stepped on a grain of ice and snow on his toes, and watched quietly.
These alien geniuses are mostly aimed at Fang Lang.
"This is pressure, but also motivation..."
Whispering towards Xiaojian, Fang Lang's ability to pull out the sword of the senior sister in charge is absolutely extraordinary. Perhaps he has inherited the will of the senior sister in charge. The future Jianshu sect may depend on Fang Lang.
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The sky above the courtyard where the strong alien race is located.
A Siyuan and other strong alien races stood in the air with their brows crossed, watching the battle on the Pre-Jian Peak.
The looks and breaths of the strong men of different races were up and down, smashing the heavy snow around them.
"Hit! Hit hard! Hit like me!"
"Even if you enter the sect, our disciples are still the strongest!"
"Our disciples from various races, we practiced arrows on horseback at the age of five, dared to fight wild animals at the age of seven, and joined the army to kill the enemy at the age of ten...Compared with these sect disciples who live in the wind, snow and moon, they are much stronger!"
"Let these limp sect disciples experience nightmares!"
The alien powerhouses were extremely excited.
Foreigners are good at fighting and love to fight. It would be even more refreshing and exciting to see their own heroes brutalizing the geniuses of the sect of the Tang Dynasty!
Even Ah Siyuan, who had been leading the team calmly, was a little excited.
Let's fight!
You lion cubs of my people!
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The meditation array in the courtyard finally stopped.
Fang Lang walked out of the yard and stretched.
There is a soft knock on the door.
Fang Lang was taken aback, and opened the door, only to find that Old Jiang was standing outside the door, wearing a veil, with an iceberg-like demeanor.
"You have finally finished your practice."
Jiang Linglong said.
She stretched out her finger and pointed outside: "Geniuses from different races join the sect, and challenge you by name."
"Are you sure?"
Jiang Linglong said.
Fang Lang couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, and turned to look at Yujian Peak across the vast sea of clouds.
Fang Lang didn't say anything, closed the door, and glanced at Old Jiang.
"Seriously?"
Subsequently, the obsidian sword in Fang Lang's box was unsheathed, and a mouthful of sword in his lungs gushed out, and the obsidian sword galloped out. Fang Lang also stuck to the speeding obsidian sword. Snow, soaring into the sky.
This is grasping.
Jiang Linglong's veil was blown by the strong wind, and her eyes were as bright as a painting.
Looking at Fang Lang who swallowed a mouthful of energy, his eyes gradually bent into crescents.
Sword cultivator... is at the third rank.
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On Pre-Sword Peak!
It was snowing heavily, sobbing.
The dark red blood stained the white snow on the ground red and melted a lot of snow.
Zhao Dagang fell to the ground covered in blood, a spear pierced through his shoulder, and nailed him to the snow.
Yanagi Taki's sword was stuck in the snow, and his whole body was thrown to the ground, and he wanted to get up with difficulty.
Xue Ying's complexion was pale, and her mouth and nose were bleeding uncontrollably.
The foreign youth in fur was pinching her neck, and the small sword in the box was scattered all over the floor.
"Too weak."
"If you were in the army, you would have died seven or eight times."
"Trash."
The man in fur threw Xue Ying with his arm, and Xue Ying was thrown directly onto the snow ground, and was pulled far away in the snow. falling snowflakes.
Many disciples around looked ugly, and they gritted their teeth, wanting to draw their swords and charge forward, even though they knew their own strength was not good enough, they were not afraid.
The cooperation between heroes of different races is too strong!
In order, with strict military discipline, Zhao Dagang and Xue Ying's team is not an opponent at all, they are being abused by pure play!
Zhao Yu floated from a distance, holding a sword, his handsome face was as cold as ice.
Although Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong beat him up one after another, he was still handsome, and he was even a little lucky.
Fortunately, there is still one of his former Huangji Jiange disciples in the Pre-Jian Peak.
Although Zhao Yu knew that he might have to be beaten again when he came out.
However, he has no fear!
At this time, only he can stand up!
These heroes from different races are menacing, Zhao Dagang and the others dare to stand up, why doesn't he dare?
"Everyone, this is too much."
Zhao Yu's sword pointed obliquely at the snow, and the sword in the orifice spurted thinly. He raised his chin in the flying snow and said calmly.
The alien boy in a fur coat and a sable hat grinned: "Finally a decent one came out."
The two sides are at war, but the battle has not yet broken out.
The sky was suddenly shaken by the wind and snow.
The sea of clouds in the distance is shrouded in the Huangji Jiange in the boundless snow.
There is a sound stirring.
"Brother Zhao, this is my grievance."
In the sea of clouds, Fang Lang's obsidian sword roared all over his body, and his green clothes flew up.
"What they are looking for is me."
"Eight hundred seats in Huangji Jiange, Fang Lang."
"Wait, let's fight."
Fang Lang's voice surged, shattering countless snowflakes.
He saw Zhao Dagang who was nailed in the snow, and the seriously injured Liu Longlong and Xue Ying, and his expression became more and more cold.
On the Pre-Sword Peak, Zhao Yu turned his head, and many Neizong disciples looked over with joy and worry.
Among the talented men of different races, an extremely handsome man raised his eyebrows. He is the son of Song Xianzhi, Song Zhongcheng.
"For the first time entering the third-grade sword gang, the gang qi is still uncertain."
"The new champion, but that's all."
"Quhe, go."
The young man in fur and sable hat grinned, abandoned Zhao Yu in an instant, and started running wildly in Prejian Peak, the ground was covered with plain snow.
Boom!
The fierce spurt of energy and blood melted the flying snow, and the curved sword hidden in the leather sheath around the boy's waist was pulled out, and it turned into a blood-colored dragon in the white snowy sky!
He leaped up, his sword gushing out, and he carried an unparalleled murderous aura!
"The new champion?!"
"I'm the champion of the new division!"
This momentum, this murderous aura, this outrageous!
Many internal sect disciples on Ling Yujian Peak all changed their faces!
On the Huangji Jiange, one by one wielding a sword rose up, and the many Jiange brothers and sisters watching this battle were also dignified.
This is a ruthless character!
Jiang Linglong held Ji Xue in his arms, and watched indifferently with her veil flying.
The sea of clouds seems to be torn apart, Qu He, a boy from a different race, lands on the floating island, and countless snowflakes are trampled and exploded!
He swung the curved sword in his hand and stepped on the snow, causing countless slush to roll up.
He leaned forward and rushed forward, his sword gushing out, his sword... was blood red!
Fang Lang came across the sea of clouds and landed on the floating island.
Facing the ferocious Qu He who seemed to be desperately fighting for his life.
He raised his hand.
A gust of wind blew up Fang Lang's green clothes and black hair.
In the next moment, the sword gang on Fang Lang's body surged, and his momentum skyrocketed!
The palm of your hand suddenly clenched!
Without reservations, the first shot is a killer move!
Switch the state of the four bonds!
Spiritual fluctuations!
Countless falling snow was blown to pieces, and the Guiyuan sword in Fang Lang's box trembled for a while, and the next moment, with a "swoosh", it shot out of its sheath!
Rushing into the sky in an instant, into the boundless white snow!
Qu He kept swooping, swooping, grinning, and he was finally going to be the first member of the clan to tear off the stinky mouth of the **** new champion!
Phew!
Slush, blood, killing intent!
A continuous line.
Qu He approached Fang Lang seven feet, five feet, three feet!
With one leap, thousands of piles of snow kicked up on the soles of their feet!
Turned into a blood dragon holding a curved sword, approaching Fang Lang.
However.
Fang Lang stared lightly.
Two fingers join together to form a sword finger, and gently swipe down.
An understatement is like a splash of ink.
The next moment!
On the Pre-Jian Peak, the faces of heroes of different races changed one after another!
See you!
On the sky covered by heavy snow, a ray of thunder seemed to pour down from the nine heavens!
Quick! Extremely fast!
Four **** state!
Little forbidden spell!
Everything is so fast!
Na Quhe's consciousness is about to react~IndoMTL.com~but the body can't make any response!
Puff!
The alien boy Qu He was two inches away from Fang Lang, when he was suddenly pierced by a sword thunder, and was directly nailed to the ground by the Guiyuan Sword flashing endless arcs of lightning, and fell into the white snow all over the ground.
The ground trembled, and a deep pit burst out in an instant.
Countless arcs of lightning were moving, crushing grains of snow and dust.
This moment.
The Huangji Jiange and the Pre-Jian Peak fell into silence.
There is only the sound of the sea of clouds churning and the heavy snow flying.
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