I preach with black technology

Chapter 52 2 in 1

Half an hour ago.

Ying Sanliang got the consent of the gatekeeper elders, and couldn't wait to take advantage of Lu Yan's few days in Jianzong to feel the meaning of the sword in Tianzhu, seek an opportunity to break through, and pave the way for himself in the future.

Jianzong Tianzhu is majestic and magnificent. After arriving in twos and threes, he discovered that there is another Taoist observation platform on the opposite side of Tianzhu. Upwards, one has either broken through the golden core, or has a warrant from a direct disciple or elders.

The highest level, the legendary place where the founding master's sword intent originated, can only be entered by disciples above Yuanying.

After all, there are many disciples of Jianzong, if they are surrounded by the moat, they can only be stacked in the form of arhats.

Feeling this kind of thing is very personal, affecting others is also affecting oneself, in case of a fight it will be even worse.

Ying Sanliang is a casual cultivator with no family or sect. The master who brought him into the Tao has never broken through the foundation building in his life. Facing his apprentice's talent, he will not feel jealous and take it away. Instead, he teaches Ying Sanliang to do as he pleases. Compared with the big sects, the resource competition between casual cultivators and small sects is either you die or I live. Ying Yeluzi's swordsmanship is practiced in the fights and retreats again and again, without rules and systems.

Therefore, he didn't rely on his Nascent Soul cultivation base to go up, but he honestly joined the ordinary disciples and began to comprehend from the first floor.

The thousands of years of Jianzong's long history is reflected in the chaotic sword marks in Tianchao to the extreme.

Ying Sanliang in the Nascent Soul stage belongs to the dimensionality reduction strike on the first floor. He has a keen reaction and a broad sense of consciousness. He can comprehend the sword intent emanating from the sword marks with just one glance, and the sword intent is naturally reflected in the sword marks. In his consciousness, it turned into a phantom, dancing the sword quietly.

Ying sat cross-legged in twos and twos, closed his eyelids, relaxed his body, placed the Wenchen sword horizontally on his knees, and unconsciously gestured with his index finger following the phantom in his consciousness.

The first floor is the most basic, and many disciples with low cultivation can also leave sword marks on the first floor. It should not be too troublesome to read them one by one. It only took a quarter of an hour to sort out all the chaotic sword marks under Yingsanliang Yuanying stage's spiritual consciousness.

Ying Sanliang picked up the Wenchen sword and went to the second floor.

He was in a good mood, if he wasn't afraid of affecting the disciples of Jianzong on the first floor, he even wanted to whistle twice.

On the way to the second floor, Ying Sanliang, the disciple who had awakened from meditation on the first floor glanced curiously at the strange monk and whispered.

"Who is that?"

"It looks like it should be a foreign monk?"

"Has anyone visited Jianzong in the past few days?"

"I don't know, I'll go out and inquire later."

Ying Sanliang wore coarse cloth clothes, which were neat and not expensive, which fit Sanliang's carefree temperament.

The number of people on the second floor began to decrease.

Ying Sanliang took another quarter of an hour to walk to the third floor.

It was so fast that many disciples of Jianzong looked sideways.

"He's not looking at the scenery, is he?"

"You are stupid, who would look at the scenery from a mountain except Jianxiu."

The third floor is still a quarter of an hour.

Ying Sanliang stood up, the first three levels were very basic for him, but the foundation has its benefits. Ying Sanliang kept refining his self-created swordsmanship in his spiritual consciousness, checking for omissions and making up for gaps. Swordsmanship actually has some tricks.

If Lu Yan and Fuyi were here, they would definitely be able to sense that Ying Sanliang's temperament in his body became more and more precipitated in less than half an hour, and he could not feel the accidental release of the sword at all. Two in one.

Take it to the next level.

Ying Sanliang raised his feet in satisfaction, wanting to go to the fourth floor to have a look.

Seeing him get up, a disciple stopped him: "This fellow Taoist, only the Golden Core stage can enter the fourth floor."

Ying waved his hands in twos and twos: "I know."

There were restrictions on the third and fourth floors. Ying Sanliang's figure was not blocked by the restrictions. Seeing that he had safely entered the fourth floor, all the disciples on the third floor let out an exclamation.

"No wonder I can't see through that fellow daoist's cultivation, it turns out he is at the Golden Core stage!"

"The aura and sword intent haven't leaked out, I think it may not be just the Jindan period."

"Yuanying Jianxiu's whole Central Continent is only this number," a Sword Sect disciple flipped his palm twice, and then pointed to the direction of leaving in twos and threes, "That fellow Daoist, Dingtian Jindan, just doesn't know which one it is. Disciple of which sect."

Duan Tongfeng was foolproof for the one-year agreement, and climbed to the highest level of Tianchao on time every day, in order to get in touch with the sword intent of the ancestor of the sword sect.When he passed the third floor, the noise was like thunder in his ears.

The first level and the second level are nothing more than impetuousness, but the third level and the fourth level are separated by a thin line, and they are so slack, it is simply presumptuous!

The coercion belonging to the Nascent Soul stage enveloped the disciples on the third floor.

Be quiet for a moment.

The third level is the top of the sky and the foundation is complete, how can it compete with the coercion of the Nascent Soul, the disciples saw that it was the most majestic senior brother, they all shut up, and saluted Duan Tongfeng with difficulty: "Brother, forgive me!"

Duan Tongfeng had a big fight with Fuyi two days ago, and his mood was a little unstable. He didn't like ordinary disciples who didn't even have a golden core cultivation base. After a one-year agreement, he took over the order of the head, and he must gather Zhongzhou into a sect, concentrate the power of the continent, and allow him to open the road to the sky.

It's a pity that Junior Sister Fuyao insisted on fighting with him, otherwise in the future the road to heaven would be opened, and he might as well bring his "Tao Companion" to ascend together.

Duan Tongfeng was still majestic on the surface, and he couldn't see what he was thinking at all. He didn't let go of his pressure, and said, "Why are you making so much noise in the Holy Land of the Sword Sect?"

In an instant, the sweat of the disciples under the coercion had soaked through the Taoist robes, and a disciple gritted his teeth and said: "Brother, forgive me, I was just surprised that a fellow Taoist from outside just took half an hour to climb to the fourth place." level, so I am a little curious about its cultivation."

Friends from outside...

Duan Tongfeng heard from the third elder that Lu Yan had returned from the Demon Realm and was about to visit Jianzong. Could it be that he has come to Tianchao?

The battle with Fuyi was vividly remembered, Duan Tongfeng's face darkened, he couldn't do anything to Fuyi, so he used her junior brother to test the sword.

Duan Tongfeng put away his coercion, and asked in a gentle voice: "But a monk who looks like a boy?"

The disciples breathed a sigh of relief. Some of them couldn't hold on and fell to the ground directly. The disciples who could keep upright looked back and found that they didn't remember the appearance of the foreign monks at all. I remember, but it should be... about the same?"

Duan Tongfeng got the answer, and with a smile on his face, he said: "In the future, we must practice hard, and we must not have what happened today, understand?"

The disciples thought that the senior brother was sympathetic, and quickly replied: "Yes, thank you for the teaching, senior brother, I will never do it again."

Ying Sanliang on the fourth floor also felt the coercion from below.

Ying Sanliang simply estimated the opponent's state from the coercion. He was the same Nascent Soul, and the sword energy was pure, but there was a very special kind... Ying Sanliang couldn't describe it. It also had some effects. Logically speaking, he shouldn't feel suppressed.

strangeness.

Ying Sanliang put many messy thoughts behind her. The sword marks on the fourth floor are deeper than the three below. The cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage was released immediately, and the Wenchen sword was unsheathed suddenly.

The next moment, the two swords intersected, colliding forcefully, setting off a huge wave of air!

Duan Tongfeng went up to the fourth floor, and saw at a glance the back of an out-of-fit monk among the sparse disciples. The man was not well dressed, and his stature was taller than the Lu Yan he saw in the Medical Valley. He was very familiar. There is no sword intent around, so it can be seen that it is not a sword repair.

After two years in the Demon Realm, the talented junior uncle of the Divine Fortune Sect, and the proud junior junior brother of Fuyi, seemed to have suffered a lot.

Duan Tongfeng drew out his natal spirit sword Beiming, his eyes concealed his disdain, he easily imagined a tragedy for "Lu Yan" for no reason, and his subordinates showed no mercy, pointing the tip of the sword at "Lu Yan"'s head.

The fourth floor was empty, and the disciples couldn't escape in time, and were directly blown away by the sudden sword energy.

Ying Sanliang turned around, his eyes were covered by the air waves, he couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel the murderous aura on the opponent's body, and when he changed his mind, he compared his realm with several famous monks of Jianzong, Guessed: "Duan Tongfeng?"

The air wave slowly disappeared.

"Tch," Ying Sanliang saw the person clearly, and couldn't help laughing out loud. He had never fought Duan Tongfeng before, so he knew that Fuyi's evaluation of Duan Tongfeng was "not a good person". Realizing that this person's mouth is broken, Ying Sanliang said unforgivingly, "I haven't seen you for two years, and fellow Daoist Duan is really good at sneak attacks."

Hurt people in the back, Ying Sanliang has grown so big and no one can hurt him in the back.

It's just that the majestic chief of the sword sect, with such low means, how can he take on the great responsibility of the sword sect?

The disciples who were thrown away scrambled and scrambled to the corner, in case the two of them fought and hurt themselves, they looked for a suitable route to go down. They didn't know why the big brother made the move, but they should give them the perfect feeling in their hearts. The elder brother cut a wound severely.

Not Lu Yan.

It was the guard who came to Medical Valley with Lu Yan back then.

Duan Tongfeng remembered that when he was watching the ceremony in Medical Valley, the guard opposite him sat with the idiot in Houtucheng and satirized him.Duan Tongfeng held the Beiming sword, and took the expressions of the disciples on the fourth floor into his eyes. His expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently, "Your Excellency broke into the natural moat of my Sword Sect without taking your life. I have shown mercy."

The doubts on the faces of the disciples gradually faded away, replaced by certainty and shame, as if to say, "As expected of the elder brother, it is really unreasonable for us to have the idea of ​​questioning the head of Jianzong".

"Trespassing? Take my life?" Bangji put a big black pot on Ying Sanliang's forehead, and Ying Sanliang laughed at him. He knew that Duan Tongfeng didn't like Lu Yan, and it would be useless to mention his ancestor's name, so he might as well take advantage of it This opportunity is a good comparison, let him see how exquisite the swordsmanship of the chief swordsman is.

Ying Sanliang pulled down the wine bag on his waist, gulped down three taels of magic vine wine, wiped his mouth, grinned arrogantly, asked Chen Jianxin to move at will: "This place can't be used, Duan Daoyou Convicted, I can't help but resist."

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

The sober disciples on the fourth floor immediately flicked their swords: "I have to inform the elders that the elder brother has started a fight with an unknown fellow daoist!"

When Lu Yan rushed to Tianzhu, the two fought inseparably in mid-air, with sword energy flying around, and they were threatening to kill.

The third elder of the Jagged Princeling Party wanted to join the battle. With his cultivation, he could easily see Ying Sanliang's appearance and recognize that this was definitely not a disciple of Jianzong.An outsider dares to fight with the Chief Sword Sect. The one-year agreement is coming soon. If Tong Feng is injured, he will have to pay for that person's life!

Lu Yan glanced at the third elder suspiciously. He could feel the murderous aura on the opponent's body for eight hundred miles. Lu Yan squinted his eyes and saw that Duan Tongfeng and Ying Sanliang were almost tied. The challenge is the sword repair, the third elder said yes or not?"

Afterwards, the Fifth Elder who followed him continued: "What Bupo said is that the third senior brother has not been out of the sect for a long time, so don't wear off his sword intent—ah, the little friend who is fighting with Nephew Duan has awe-inspiring sword intent. It's a world of its own, but it seems that there are some shadows of Jianzong's swordsmanship?"

San loves the bookstore..."

"Probably I got some insights from Tianchao," Lu Yan interrupted the third elder's words to blame Ying Sanliang, and said, "My friend is a casual cultivator, and he has unique insights into swordsmanship."

The Fifth Elder suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

Third Elder: "..."

Are you determined not to let me speak?

Ah!

Ying Sanliang in mid-air fell into a strange situation.

He found that his illusion was useless to Duan Tongfeng.

No matter what illusion Ying Sanliang puts on, Duan Tongfeng can always find out where his real body is.

Is there a special way to innate sword body?

That's not right, Fuyi is also born with a sword body, so he will be blocked by the illusion.

Duan Tongfeng was expressionless, every move and style of his, the range of raising and lowering his wrist when swinging the sword, and the angle of the blade's slashing, all seemed to come out of a sword manual, all of which were accurate.

Lu Yan tilted his head to look at the sword mark on the moat, and compared it with Duan Tongfeng.

Ying Sanliang is gradually being suppressed by Duan Tongfeng, is Ye Luzi not as good as an orthodox background?

maybe not.

The sword light flickered in Lu Yan's eyes, and Ying Sanliang's self-created swordsmanship was becoming more and more perfect. This kind of perfection is for Ying Sanliang. No accident, no matter what the result is in such a competition with Duan Tongfeng, It is a good thing for three or two.

Ying Sanliang has indeed stepped into a new realm.

Jianxiu Jianxiu has been pursuing the unity of human and sword all his life. At this time, Yingsanliang, under Duan Tongfeng's pressing step by step, felt strangely that Wenchenjian's thoughts seemed to be integrated with his natal spirit sword.

That's right, since Duan Tongfeng can see through illusions and find his real body, what if he doesn't have a real body?

In other words, is the sword the real body?

Ying Sanliang laughed loudly, holding the Wenchen sword with both hands, leaving a sword mark on Duan Tongfeng's shoulder, scratching the outside Taoist robe, revealing a little bloodshot: "Come and fight!"

Duan Tongfeng looked at the injury on his shoulder, paused, and then slashed with his sword!

Layers of white mist and extremely cold frost emanated from the Wenchen Sword, enveloping the two of them tightly.

Seeing this situation, Lu Yan showed a "sure enough" smile: "You Daoist Ying has a great swordsmanship, and I would like to thank Senior Brother Duan for his teaching."

Fifth Elder: "You're welcome."

Third Elder: "..."

Damn it.

"Crack-"

The slight sound of crushing ice resounded in his ears, Lu Yan's consciousness was beating, and the steady spiritual power in his meridians was churning gently, unconsciously absorbing the spiritual energy in the air, Lu Yan performed the exercises, and his brows twitched.

"boom!"

Ying Sanliang's tall man fell from mid-air, fell heavily on the ground, and smashed a big hole that was as tall as a person. Wen Chen's sword was stuck next to the big hole with a "shua". .

Lu Yan immediately walked over quickly, Ying Sanliang was still awake, moved twice, covered his shoulders and half-lyed up in the big pit, the wound on his abdomen soaked his clothes, and scarlet blood flowed from his fingers, if he was slow to react for a moment , the sword qi should penetrate his heart and dantian, even so, the sword qi still hurt his internal organs.

I haven't been injured for many years, and I almost forgot the feeling of being injured.

Ying Sanliang turned pale, moved his fingers, Wen Chenjian flew out from the ground and lay beside him, looking at the crack on the sword, Ying Sanliang felt another kind of pain from the inside out.

The pain of being so poor that you have no money to return to exercise.

Lu Yan found a bottle of Rejuvenation Pill and brought it to Ying Sanliang with his spiritual power: "Is it okay?"

"Men can't say no." After Ying Sanliang became Lu Yan's guard, facing a 16-year-old boy who had just left the sect, in order to make a good impression on his creditors, Ying Sanliang seldom said such nonsense. Holding back, a piece of Rejuvenation Pill was swallowed, the wound squirmed and healed, and it was so itchy, Ying Sanliang got used to this feeling, shook his head at Lu Yan and said, "I can't die."

Although I really don't want to admit it, Duan Tongfeng's swordsmanship is really good, no wonder he has been the chief swordsman for so many years.

It's the last resort...

You should wipe the blood between your fingers with your clothes casually.

Very weird.

Lu Yan saw that Ying Sanliang hadn't finished speaking, so he pressed the button without asking.

Duan Tongfeng landed with a sword in his hand, no longer the indifference he had just looked down on, the corners of his lips raised a small arc, and only a small wound on his shoulder meant that he was not at peace.Duan Tongfeng didn't even look at Ying Sanliang who was knocked to the ground by him, instead he said to Lu Yan: "I don't know if it's because I don't want to break my brother's friend, but because my brother was impulsive, he thought he was a villain who broke into the sword sect and learned swordsmanship privately, and he shot too hard. Don't break Junior Brother Haihan."

"However," Duan Tongfeng said in a very fatherly tone, "Brother Bupo is young, so you should keep your eyes open when making friends, don't be fooled."

on purpose.

Lu Yanming saw these three words in Duan Tongfeng's eyes.

Even the penetrating spot on Ying Sanliang's shoulder was exactly the same as Duan Tongfeng's own shoulder injury.

"Brother Duan is good at swordsmanship," Lu Yan took out a long sword, and said gently, "Let me show you."

Without waiting for anyone to stop him, Lu Yan slashed at Duan Tongfeng's face with his sword.

Not self-sufficient.

Duan Tongfeng blocked it lightly, and a weak talisman cultivator tried in vain to compete with him.

Injured or even died during the sparring, the Divine Creation Sect can't say anything, right?

Lu Yan didn't fly into the air, he was wearing a white Taoist robe, his every move was like a fairy, his sword moves were well-made, and his posture was very good-looking.

The Fifth Chief was honestly surprised and said: "The unbreakable swordsmanship... is actually very good?"

The correct way for Sanai Shangshuwu to speak is to say short sentences: "Fantasy."

Lu Yan didn't try his best in the sparring between ordinary sword repairmen, each of his swords followed the established trajectory, no more than a point, no less than a cent, it seemed that there were thousands of sword manuals merged into one under his hands, light and airy Yes, with great strength.

Duan Tongfeng couldn't let go.

If Lu Yan didn't use his strength, Duan Tongfeng couldn't use his strength. Every time he confronted the sword, it was like cutting on water. There was nowhere but everywhere.

He Changyue finally came to Tianzhu with Ah Liang in his arms.

Ying Sanliang stuck out from the deep pit and put his chin on the ground, looking like a dead head.

It was the first time that He Changyue saw Lu Yan draw his sword, and the more he watched, the more he felt that his years in Jianzong had been in vain, so he could only envy, surprise, and dryly say: "I won't break the younger brother, he... really can't hide it." dew."

Ah Liang hugged He Changyue's neck. He knew nothing about swordsmanship. To him, a sword was just an unsuitable weapon. After looking left and right for a while, he said softly, "Brother Bupo, is he looking in the mirror?"

Everyone was shocked.

All of Lu Yan's moves are the same as Duan Tongfeng's.

Ying Sanliang, who had a fight with Duan Tongfeng, realized later that he almost gnawed a mouthful of sand: "...Ancestor, you are far more than hiding."

Duan Tongfeng naturally heard it too.

Before he could react, Lu Yan made a gesture of withdrawing his sword, and said, "Brother Duan's swordsmanship is really superb."

Duan Tongfeng: "..."

This kind of deja vu aggrieved?

Lu Yan put the sword back into the storage bag, and said with a smile: "I want to go to Senior Sister Fuyao. It's a one-year appointment. Brother Duan, be careful."

Under the powerful effect of Rejuvenation Pill, Ying Sanliang recovered from both internal and external injuries, created his own swordsmanship, hugged Wenchen Sword and followed Lu Yan's footsteps, and said via voice transmission: "Ancestor, just let Duan go like this! ?”

"You yourself said that your skills are inferior to others." Lu Yan hid the coldness in his eyes and answered the wrong question, "Guess what he cares about the most?"

A one-year agreement, the head of the position.

You should have an epiphany in twos and threes.

Farewell to the Fifth Elder, Lu Yan took Ah Liang's hand and whispered in He Changyue's ear, "I want to go there and have a look."

The point it pointed at was the destroyed mountain of Song Fuyao.