Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit Chapter 365: Xianyangfeng practicing sword

This chapter is really unwilling to be divided into two chapters, so it’s late now, six thousand words, hey, the code word "Sleeping Autumn" is not fast!

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In these days in the other courtyard, there are quite a few serious disciples who come to visit Lu Ping along with the elders of the family and generations. The verbal meaning is that they want to worship Lu Ping’s sect, even if they are named. Disciple, even if he fails, he hopes to get into Lu Ping's eyes and leave a good impression on him. -

Lu Ping is so sought after. In addition to his own achievements, there is also an ancestor with a dignified life standing behind him, a person with vision. Whoever doesn’t care about Lu Ping’s current status, naturally exhausted his methods to ingratiate himself. .

Lu Ping was impatient with this. He came out of the training room early and walked towards the place where he learned Dao and Sword in the back of the other courtyard.

Xianyang Peak is still where the disciples from other courtyards practice swords and Taoism in the morning, but the area of ​​the seventh platform of Xianyang Peak has now been expanded. Only by the edge of the cliff did Lu Ping find some traces of that year.

Because it is the day of the Big Competition, the other courtyard no longer organizes disciples to practice collectively, so there are not too many disciples in the other courtyard of Chaoyang Peak at this time.

Lu Ping looked at the scenery of the back mountain and the sea of ​​clouds far away from the mountain. The clouds were lightly disturbed by the mountain breeze. The clouds were soothing, like the waves of the sea. When the mountain breeze sobbed, the sea of ​​clouds was even more layered than the sea. Ethereal temperament.

Lu Ping was intrigued for a while, and suddenly there was a golden flying sword in his hand, which flew in Lu Ping's hand, instead of being in the air by his imperial envoy, and then moved slightly under Lu Ping's feet, and his figure flickered. , It is indeed to cooperate with the golden scale sword in his hand to display a set of the most common swordsmanship.

Bone Hemolysis!

It is exactly this set of basic skills from the True Spirit School that Lu Ping has been practicing for ten years during the blood refining period. From this set of skills, there is also a set of 72-way hemolytic bones that can be used for fist swords. Fist sword.

At this moment, Lu Ping is using this set of ordinary swordsmanship that almost all the children of the True Spirit School can use.

However, this is the most common set of swordsmanship. When it is carried out in the hands of Lu Ping, the sword master, it is as if he really possesses the power of hemolytic bone. Layers of sword flowers are struck out by Lu Ping with a golden scale sword. Hidden in the splendid sword shadow are infinite murders and traps.

Wang Qi is the second-level disciple of the seventh team of the True Spirit Hospital. Although he only has the cultivation base of the eighth level of blood refining this time, he also has two consecutive rounds of competitions, and tomorrow will usher in the third. Rounds of trials.

Wang Qi still likes swordsmanship, especially after seeing the swordsmanship of the real "Relentless Sword" Du Feng this afternoon, Wang Qi was greatly envious. The real person "Sword Fairy" Lu Xuanping may also come. Although Wang Qi was slightly disappointed that he did not see the legendary Water Sword Fairy, after watching the swordsmanship of real person Du Feng, even though he knew that the most important thing at this time should be tomorrow's Dabi replenishes his energy, and Wang Qi still can't help but go to Houshan to practice swordsmanship.

There are very few disciples in the other courtyard in Hou Shanzhi. Wang Qi quickly walked towards the seventh platform of Xianyang Peak. Legend has it that when Lu Xuanping was a disciple of the other courtyard, he was in the seventh team and the seventh team. The current training platform was also used by real person Lu Xuanping.

Wang Qi hadn't reached the seventh platform before he saw a young man who was not much older than himself was practicing swords on the platform.

Wang Qi was puzzled. At this time, someone was practicing swordsmanship on the platform. Could it be the brother of the seventh team?

Wang Qi walked forward to say hello, but saw that the young man in front of him was practicing a set of hemolytic bone sword familiar to disciples in other courtyards. This made Wang Qi a little strange. Such a set of swordsmanship, every time A disciple from another school has been practicing for several years, and those who are already proficient cannot be more proficient. What else is there to practice.

Wang Qi was about to greet loudly, but found that the person in front of him did not know him at all. He was taken aback for a while, but it was this time of stunned surprise that Wang Qi discovered something even more surprising, Seventy-two Road The Hemolytic Bone Sword has now been cast by the person in front of it into a huge sword light oven, as if as long as someone enters it, it will be swallowed up by the sword light oven's entire belt bones.

Sensen's sword intent was captured by Lu Ping in the sword light oven, but Wang Qi faintly felt a great heart palpitations and shock: The Hemolytic Bone Sword could still have such power!

Chance, here is chance!

Wang Qi is also a quick-minded person. After awakening from the shock just now, Ma realized that the young man practicing swordsmanship in front of him is definitely a legendary master, and there is no one among the disciples of the True Spirit School. The disciples have encountered these things. Although the high-level monks of the True Spirit School are mysterious, they are not unreasonable. This Tianling Mountain is so big. The low-level disciples encounter high-level monks by chance, and they are no longer a minority. .

In the practice world, this kind of thing is generally called collision fate, but the True Spirits are accustomed to call it collision fate. Wang Qi never thought that he would have such a lucky day.

Wang Qi hurriedly closed his mind, sat cross-legged, excluding the influence of foreign objects, staring unblinkingly at the senior who practiced swordsmanship in front of him.

Lu Ping has naturally already noticed Wang Qi’s arrival, but Lu Ping cares about this. The cultivator cares most about this happiness, because this is often a kind of instinctive release of monks and the awakening of potential. It also often meant a chance for the monk himself, a chance for enlightenment. Today, with a nostalgic mood, Lu Ping suddenly became interested in swordsmanship, so naturally he would not suppress his thoughts.

The Seventy-two Road Hemolytic Bone Sword was practiced three times in the hands of a master of swordsmanship, Lu Ping. Although the most basic sword technique is not powerful, it has the widest scope of application, thousands of Years or even tens of thousands of years, after countless monks' hard work, but there are few obvious flaws, the most effective is to consolidate the foundation.

Wang Qi was attracted by the swordsmanship realm shown by Lu Ping, but saw that the golden flying sword in Lu Ping's hand suddenly changed in strength. It had shrunk together before, like a huge swordsmanship oven. The sword light suddenly dissipated. , Like a torrent that broke free from the shackles of the embankment, suddenly swept in all directions.

Wang Qi is not too far away from Lu Ping practicing swordsmanship, and when Wang Qi realizes this is a great opportunity, how can he hide far away!

When Lu Ping practiced the Hemolytic Bone Sword before, because this set of swordsmanship was not powerful and was not a sword technique, Wang Qi didn't think that now Lu Ping's swordsmanship has changed, and its power has skyrocketed more than a hundred times!

Wang Qi only felt one of the overwhelming sword waves rushing in his direction, and he was like a rotten reef erected in the center of the river, only to usher in the destiny of destruction.

While Wang Qi watched that he was about to be swallowed by Lu Ping’s sword light, he saw that these sword lights that contained killing intent suddenly turned into psychic fishes, turning around. Going around from his side.

Wang Qi had already had a white hair sweat on his back at this time, and at the same time, he was also a surprise in his heart. The expert in front of him had already known his existence, and he had just clearly recognized his qualifications to watch on the sidelines. At the same time, Wang Qi was also shocked by Lu Ping's superb swordsmanship.

At this time, after Lu Ping finished the exercise of the Hemolytic Bone Sword, he was using the sword technique in his hand. The shocking waves beat the shore, and the clouds around Yang Feng suddenly turned into under the influence of Lu Ping's sword power. With the billowing clouds and waves, the grass and trees of Xianyangfeng were swaying from side to side under the sweep of the clouds. If Lu Ping had not controlled the sword power to the point of perfection, the grass and trees of Xianyangfeng would have been chopped to powder by Lu Ping.

At this time, the movement caused by Lu Ping’s sword practice in Xian Yangfeng had already attracted the attention of others. After a while, another disciple from another courtyard walked over cautiously, obviously afraid of coming forward. I disturbed Lu Ping’s sword practice, but after seeing the front sitting intently watching Lu Ping’s sword practice Wang Qi, the disciple looked relaxed and hurriedly came to Wang Qi’s side and sat cross-legged to Wang Qi next to him. Nodding his head, but seeing that Wang Qi didn't care about his arrival at all, the disciple's face was startled, and he quickly turned his head to observe carefully.

At this time, the sword in Lu Ping's hand changed again, and the rock-piercing sword technique was unfolded, and there was a dull loud noise out of thin air in the sea of ​​clouds on the mountainside, as if the huge waves in the sea were endlessly facing the coast. The reef launched an impact in general.

The monk who just arrived doesn’t feel much about it. Wang Qi has been here for a while. After Lu Ping performed his swordsmanship, he inevitably radiated his spiritual thoughts, far exceeding the pressure of ordinary smithing monks. The murderous intent of Lu Ping’s swordsmanship has already brought heavy pressure to Wang Qi. This is due to Lu Ping’s convergence. Otherwise, how could these two disciples in the blood refining period be qualified to be at such close range? Introspect Lu Ping's swordsmanship.

This is actually an inadvertent test by Lu Ping. When passing on, the most taboo thing in the cultivation world is the inhumanity. If Wang Qi and two of them can't bear even this little pressure, they are naturally not qualified to continue to observe. Lu Ping's swordsmanship.

Of course, Lu Ping can also restrain the coercion of the divine mind for the two to observe, but if the sword art is not controlled by the divine mind, it can still exert some power, how can Lu Ping’s swordsmanship be able to show the essence? ?

At this time, Wang Qi was already sweating profusely, but he had already observed Lu Ping’s three sets of swordsmanship. The power of these three sets of swordsmanship was better than one set. At this time, how dare Wang Qi pay attention to these? Obviously, if Lu Ping's swordsmanship continues to be practiced, more horizontal swordsmanship will be developed, and Wang Qi will naturally not miss it.

The sword light in the sky suddenly stopped, Wang Qi and the two suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies lightened. The monk beside him just breathed a sigh of relief. Although Wang Qi felt a sense of relief, he still had some regrets in his heart.

At this moment, a strange roar suddenly came out of the sea of ​​clouds engulfed by Lu Ping’s swordsmanship. The dispersive sea of ​​clouds suddenly collapsed and shrank, and a weird four-legged unicorn snake flaunted its strength on the cliff outside Xianyang Peak. The sky went back and forth, one beat, one top, one twist, one flick, and every attack brought a strange sword whistle, as if there was an invisible sword energy about to tear the void.

At this time, two other disciples were attracted by the vision of the world brought by Lu Ping's sword practice. After seeing the two of Wang Qi, they hurriedly sat down beside them and observed Lu Ping's swordsmanship.

At this time, the power of Lu Ping's swordsmanship was getting stronger and stronger, and the visions of heaven and earth he brought up also became bigger and bigger. Many monks in Xian Yangfeng noticed this.

The four-legged one-horned monster in the sky suddenly hovered strangely, and then saw that the sword art in Lu Ping's hand changed, the monster suddenly collapsed, and a golden sword light burst from the sky. Standing out, the originally scattered sword light seemed to have found the backbone of it all at once. Following the golden light, it merged into a billowing river of sword light, rushing towards the distant sky, like a river of heaven.

Two more disciples from Xianyangfeng rushed over, but Lu Ping’s "Sword Art of the Great Jiangdong" was carried out. Although the direction of the impact was not here, this indomitable momentum made these two lives alive. The stature of the galloping body stopped.

Then one person was a little frightened, and after seeing the four monks sitting in front of him, the other gritted his teeth and walked forward with a hard-topped attitude. The person next to him saw that his companion was like this, and followed along. When the two of them walked forward, Lu Ping’s swordsmanship coerced suddenly. Every time the two of them took a step forward, the coercion was even stronger. The four people sitting cross-legged in front of them were all the same. Qi paused back, as if to be blown down by a gust of wind.

When everyone looked again, it turned out that Lu Ping's long river of swordsmanship set off high white waves, as if every time a snow-white sword wave was set off, with an overwhelming aura, sweeping over everything.

The disciple who was finally a little scared by the two of them stopped after Wang Qi and the others were ten feet away, and could not go any further. Instead, the other disciple walked to the side of Wang Qi and the others. After sitting cross-legged, I realized that Wang Qi and the other four of them had already distorted their faces, as if they were enduring some huge pain. The monk was just startled, and a colder and heavier pressure was directed towards him. He rushed, and the monk was in a daze. The whole figure was pushed two feet away. The monk hurriedly used his own magic power and desperately nailed his figure to the ground. This was not continued to be pushed away, but it was Unable to go any further, he had to settle down and observe Lu Ping's swordsmanship.

Lu Ping used the Great Jiangdong Sword Art together with the Thousand Piles of Snow Sword Art. The resulting torrent of swordsmanship is also a very clever and powerful secret technique among the swordsman magic powers, which can be resisted by ordinary monks. At this time, Lu Ping The movement of sword practice has already attracted the attention of other cultivators in the other courtyard. Many cultivators in the hemolysis period flew in, but they were far blocked by Lu Ping’s sword aura, including several monks in the forging period. Hearing the news, they obviously recognized Lu Ping, and they didn't show up, they just hid in the distance and watched quietly.

Naturally, these people can't hide from Lu Ping, but Lu Ping doesn't care. The turbulent torrent of swordsmanship stays in the sky, and then shrinks towards the center of the river, but it turns into a huge sky-reaching sword, Lu Ping stretches out his hand. With a finger, the sky-reaching giant sword slashed into the distant void, as if to cut through the world. The cultivators behind Lu Ping who were observing swordsmanship fell backwards, as if the sword of Lu Ping was slashing, except for Wang Qi. To them.

When Lu Ping’s Zhenyuan Yiqi Sword was formed, Wang Qi seemed to be aware of it. He thrust a middle-grade artifact into the ground and nailed his figure to the ground. However, Lu Ping escaped. The heavy sword force that came out still made Wang Qi spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, more and more disciples from other courtyards are coming to the seventh platform of Xianyang Peak. However, these later monks cannot enter the platform like the previous six people like Wang Qi and others.

At this time, Lu Ping is completely immersed in his swordsmanship, and he has no time to take care of the surrounding situation. Lu Ping only feels that his swordsmanship has touched a huge threshold, as if he only needs to work harder to do it. Break through this last obstacle.

Lu Ping is like an undercurrent that is accumulating power. After practicing all his swordsmanship from start to finish, Lu Ping did not stop, but took out the swordsmanship he has collected over the years one by one. The exercise included the Xuanling Sect’s swordsmanship "Eighteen Happy Swords", as well as more than a dozen sets of swordsmanship inheritance that Lu Ping obtained in Feiyundongtian. Lu Pingxin took all of them and turned them into the sword light emitted by the golden scale sword. They performed them one by one, and it looked as if Lu Ping was performing dozens of sets of swordsmanship at the same time.

The monks who watched Lu Ping’s swordsmanship for a while were puzzled. They seemed to feel that Lu Ping’s swordsmanship suddenly became weird. Each set of swordsmanship was a different style, and even a set of swordsmanship was followed by Lu Ping. Deduced by several kinds of workshops, the monks who were observing felt an extremely weird dull aura, rushing and brewing rapidly in the surrounding void, as if they were finding a breakthrough that needed to be vented urgently.

Lu Ping performed dozens of different swordsmanship at the same time, and the understanding in his heart became clearer. He couldn't help but let out a long scream, yelling: "Wonderful!"

I saw Lu Ping take the Golden Scale Sword back into his hand again, but this time he displayed a brand new set of swordsmanship, and just after this set of swordsmanship was deployed, various spirit swords surrounded Lu Ping’s body. The dozens of sets of swordsmanship that Kuang was practicing, as if being subjected to a huge gravitational force at the same time, were thrown into the swordsmanship vortex drawn by the golden scale sword.

The sound of sword chanting in the entire sky is not only the golden scale sword and the psychic sword light in the sky, but also the flying sword magical instruments in the hands of disciples from other courtyards watching Lu Ping's swordsmanship, the flying swords at the feet of the monks in the hemolysis period, and even There is also the magic weapon flying sword in the hands of the cultivators of the alchemy period. At this moment, they are letting their masters do their best to control, but there are still many flying swords that are suddenly out of the master's control, and are spreading towards Lu Ping in the vortex of swordsmanship. Cast.

The expressions of the real people of Dandan have changed. The flying sword magic weapons in their hands will naturally not be sucked away by the set of swordsmanship performed by Lu Ping. However, they watched dozens of flying sword magic weapons cast on Lu Ping. The swordsmanship vortex that came out was thrown like a moth into a fire, and almost all the monks realized the power level of this swordsmanship in an instant.

This is the magical power of swordsmanship!

However, the magical power of swordsmanship at this time seems to be beyond the cognition of others. The swordsmanship vortex used by Lu Ping is getting bigger and bigger. Not only is the cloud of Xianyangfeng swept away by Lu Ping, but also the sea of ​​clouds farther away. It also continuously gathered in Lu Ping's swordsmanship vortex. The huge celestial phenomenon not only covered the entire space of the True Spirit Palace, but also the guardian formation of Tianling Mountain seemed to be affected at this time.

There seems to be only the sound of sword chanting left in the entire world. Within the scope covered by the celestial phenomena brought up by Lu Ping's sword practice, whether it is magic weapon, magic weapon, or magic weapon, as long as it is a sword weapon, At this moment, under the swordsmanship performed by Lu Ping, it seems that there is a posture of the Wanjian Dynasty Sect. At this moment, no matter who it is, if he wants to challenge Lu Ping, as long as the weapon in his hand is a flying sword, his strength will be weakened out of thin air. , Unless this person's swordsmanship is also a great supernatural power level.

At this time, Lu Ping seemed to have infinite joy in his heart. Just as he had fully developed all the swordsmanship he had mastered, the Sword Art of Hainan Baichuan was finally deployed by Lu Ping again, and Lu Ping finally crossed that one at this moment. The barrier in front of him: This time it is a veritable swordsmanship!

Although Lu Ping has already understood the realm of swordsmanship's great supernatural powers, but after all, he has not created the Sword Art of Hundred Rivers. What he has understood is nothing but other people's things. Although the power is still strong, it is not handy after all. The power of the great supernatural power was fully utilized, but this time Xian Yangfeng practicing sword finally allowed Lu Ping to seize this opportunity and incorporate everything he has learned about swordsmanship over the years into his own swordsmanship.

It turns out that this is the true meaning of being resolute!

This is my own swordsmanship!

This is the real Sword Art of Inclusiveness!

At this time, Lu Ping’s noise was not only the True Spirit Courtyard~IndoMTL.com~, even the monks of Tianling Mountain were also alarmed. In the black night sky, various rays of light were drawn towards Xianyang Peak. When he arrived, many of the monks' aura surpassed him in Lu Ping’s senses, and even when Lu Ping achieved his own supernatural powers, a mysterious idea suddenly descended from the top of Tianling Mountain, sweeping Lu Ping. After that, it disappeared mysteriously.

Lu Ping had already awakened from the comprehension of swordsmanship at this time. As soon as the golden scale sword was retracted, the huge swordsmanship vortex in the sky suddenly disappeared. Dozens of flying swords fell from the sky, but they were all finished. Broken copper and iron.

When Lu Ping looked at the entire platform, he saw that the entire seventh platform had been completely destroyed by his own swordsmanship exercises. However, Lu Ping was satisfied when he saw the riddled platform that was blasted by the sword light and sword aura. With a smile, this can be regarded as a place of inheritance that Lu Ping left here. If there are monks who devote themselves to sword repairing here in the future, they will be able to gain something from this riddled platform.

Lu Ping glanced at the six disciples behind him who had been observing his swordsmanship during the refining period, then glanced into the void around him, suddenly burst into laughter, and then the whole person disintegrated and turned into one. The beach water was spilling, and there was Lu Ping's trace on the platform.

Small magical power of escape!