Yun Piaomiao and Dugu Feng were both sword cultivators, and their eyes lit up when they saw the swordsmanship performed by the swordsmen in the field. This method of using swords is much higher than theirs and is not on the same level at all.
The two looked at each other and rushed forward at the same time, taking over the swordsmen from their sect and the monks of the family, and started fighting with them. Only in actual combat can one feel the mystery of the swordsmanship used by these swordsmen.
When the Jiao King and others saw it, they were too embarrassed to stay aside any longer, and rushed into the battle circle one after another, hoping to end the battle as soon as possible.
As soon as these five people joined, the situation immediately eased. Although more than a dozen early Mahayana monks had died before, facing thirty swordsmen, our side still had a numerical advantage, almost like three people besieging one swordsman.
After fighting like this for more than half an hour, Yun Piaomiao took the lead to seize the swordsman's flaw, and with one strike of his sword, he cut off the right arm of the swordsman he was fighting against. The swordsman lost his right arm and was no longer a threat. He focused on his sword-wielding right hand. Losing it was like a tiger losing its teeth.
But strangely, there was no trace of blood coming out from where the swordsman's arm connected. It was just as dry as dirt.
An idea flashed in Yun Piaomiao's mind, and she cried out: "Puppets, these swordsmen are human puppets. Who is so ruthless that they make puppets out of real people?"
Everyone looked at it and suddenly felt a sense of creepiness.
At this moment, Cheng Ling was completely familiar with the way he fought against the swordsman. He used the Phantom Sword and Star Sword Technique with all his strength, killing the swordsman and retreating steadily. He pursued closely, keeping close to the swordsman as he pushed deeper into the palace.
In an instant, among the more than a thousand standing swordsmen who were close to Cheng Ling, their eyes burst out with dazzling light, as if they were activated. They pulled out the long swords on their backs and killed Cheng Ling. come over.
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that these swordsmen were trigger-happy. They will only wake up if they are close to them at a certain distance. As long as they keep a distance, they will not move at all like a stone.
He immediately shouted: "Everyone, be careful not to get too close to these swordsmen. Once you get close, these more than a thousand swordsmen will come alive."
As soon as he finished speaking, the killing moves of several swordsmen who had just woken up were already in front of them. Cheng Ling was helpless, it was too much to resist the attacks of several swordsmen at the same time. Using the Xuan Kong Step, he instantly escaped from the battle circle and retreated into the crowd.
Over there, Yun Piaomiao frequently fired his killing moves. The swordsman lost his arm and could not resist. In an instant, he was cut into several pieces and completely dead! After the swordsman died, a white light gradually appeared in the broken body. The light became more and more abundant and brighter, and finally gathered together to form a huge ball of light.
The ball of light was huge, much larger than any ball of light in the palace I had seen before, twice the size. The rest of the monks were refreshed. Although these swordsmen were powerful, they were similar to the black shadows they encountered before. After killing them, they could also get the inherited light ball.
But now is not the time for enlightenment. There are at least a thousand swordsmen in the palace.
Everyone used their strength to attack the thirty or so swordsmen who could move. An hour later, all the swordsmen were killed, and there were more than thirty shining balls of light floating in the air.
But the scene was very strange. More than a hundred monks stood far away, not daring to get too close. The more than a thousand swordsmen on the opposite side were motionless, like sculptures.
Zhao Shiyan's heart moved, so
Waiting is not the answer. The inheritance must be obtained. How can I satisfy myself with these thirty or so light balls? After pondering for a while, he said to everyone: "I have a way to kill these swordsmen one by one and get all the inherited light balls."
King Jiao nodded slightly and said, "Master Zhao, please speak!"
"We can select a few fellow Taoists to attract those swordsmen. But we must not go too deep. We only need to attract a few and then kill them together. In this way, all these swordsmen can be eliminated. "
King Jiao's eyes lit up, this was a way, but who would attract him, which monks would be allowed to kill the swordsman, and what would happen to the remaining monks? These are all questions!
Zhao Shiyan seemed to have seen through King Jiao's thoughts and continued: "This is what I think. The task of attracting the swordsman will be left to me, the Zhao family monk. As for killing the swordsman, I will leave it to the four masters Lu, King Jiao, Sect Master Feng, and Sect Leader Yun. Let’s take action together.”
"It depends on the number of swordsmen attracted. If there are too many swordsmen, please ask the Murong family, the Dugu family, the Duanmu family and the Cheng family to go first. If there are not enough, then the Mahayana monks from the major forces will join the battle. , the remaining monks can first comprehend these light balls, what do you think of this method?"
Everyone's hearts moved. Zhao Shiyan took the initiative to shoulder the important task of attracting swordsmen. This was unexpected. You must know that the most dangerous thing is not knowing that when advancing, several swordsmen will be triggered to take action, and the subsequent battle is the second best. In a one-on-one situation, it is not certain that you can win a battle, but you can protect yourself.
However, Cheng Ling had doubts in his heart. From the first palace to the seventh palace, after he completed his enlightenment in each palace, the light balls disappeared. There was only the eighth one. When I left, there were still four leaders of the Danfu Array there meditating, but the light ball did not disappear.
Could it be said that those light balls will not disappear as long as someone enlightens them? Or does it mean that all the people in the palace must complete their enlightenment before all the light balls will disappear? He didn't dare to bet on these two points. Now that he had comprehended the eight palaces, the inheritance of the last Mahayana period said that he could not give up at all.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Master Zhao, it's okay to let the remaining monks comprehend the light ball first, but a few of my sect would like to compete with these swordsmen to improve their own swordsmanship. Taoist friends think the same way."
"How about this! There is no limit to the number of light balls that can be comprehended first. They also need to put in some effort. We will use thirty light balls as a benchmark. Once we comprehend the thirty light balls, we must temporarily stop and actively join in. Attracting swordsmen and fighting swordsmen just replaces the Taoist friends who originally participated in the battle, so that everyone can fight and comprehend the light ball in rotation."
This arrangement means that no monk can comprehend all the light balls at one go. Everyone takes turns and everyone has a share. Cheng Ling didn't need to worry that these light balls would disappear if a monk completed his enlightenment in advance.
Several big bosses were whispering among themselves, discussing the methods they proposed. Zhao Shiyan's method was not mentioned. He took the initiative to resist the thunder and must support it! Although Cheng Ling's method is more cumbersome, it is still reasonable. At least you don't have to worry about some monks fighting all the time while others achieve enlightenment.
After a moment, several people nodded, agreeing with their opinions.
Zhao Shiyan glanced at Cheng Ling gratefully. His suggestion saved the Zhao family monks from being constantly pressured by countless swordsmen. And in this way, I can also
No one likes to be behind others if they understand the skills in the light ball in a timely manner!
Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Zhao Shizhen, Zhao Wengong, Zhao Guangzhong, Zhao Jingyi and others. The four of them looked solemn and walked slowly towards the swordsmen.
The rest of the people had their hearts in their throats and secretly prayed that they would not attract hundreds of swordsmen at once! Only Cheng Ling glanced around and saw the sad look on Lu Jiansheng's face. His heart moved and he sent a message to ask: "Sect Master Lu, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
Lu Jiansheng said sadly: "Cheng Ling, you know Jiange and have met senior Yuan Ling. Don't you feel sad in your heart? They are all our ancestors of sword cultivators, and they may even be my ancestors, who were members of the Magic and Martial Arts Alliance. Refined into a living puppet, I will never be able to let go of this hatred in my life!"
Cheng Ling was speechless. Indeed, he did not have the same feelings as Lu Jiansheng! He has lived among the stories of his ancestors since he was a child, and has been working hard to revive the way of swordsmanship. It was only under the influence of the sword spirits in the sword pavilion and the old man Yuan Ling, plus the responsibility of being a swordsman, that I finally made up my mind to revive the way of swordsmanship.
Sighing softly, he said via voice transmission: "Sect Master Lu, I understand your pain. However, these seniors were hunted down by the members of the Magical and Martial Arts Alliance during their lifetimes, and they must be extremely unwilling to help them protect their inheritance after their death. It’s better to put aside your grief and let them have complete relief!”
Lu Jiansheng's expression changed, and his eyes finally regained their vitality. He nodded and said, "You are right. Since they are all dead, we cannot let them continue to work for the Fawu Alliance against their will."
A happy smile appeared on Cheng Ling's face. Compared to himself, Lu Jiansheng was more like a pure swordsman. No wonder his swordsmanship was the best in the world. It's a pity that like those ancient sword cultivators, he fell into the "obstacle" of being obsessed with swordsmanship.
This "obstacle" can push his swordsmanship to the limit, but in the end he can only dominate the Canglan Continent. Once faced with a broader world, his "obstacle" is the biggest obstacle to development.
The sea is open to all rivers, and tolerance is great. Only a strong mind that can tolerate all things can make swordsmanship, law, and martial arts go further under the mutual influence of each other!
Suddenly, Cheng Ling felt that her mood had improved again, and her soul fell into an ethereal state. The various origins of swordsmanship, as well as the techniques and spell inheritance that I remembered before, seemed to be like a stream, gurgling through my mind.
Just as he was about to search deeply for the mystery, he heard a "Clang!" but was awakened by the sound of long swords clashing.
Looking up, he saw ten people in the field, Lu Jiansheng, Feng Feifei, Jiao Wang, Yun Piaomiao, Dugu Feng, Murong Qian, Duanmucheng, Liu Qingyan, Zhao Shizhen, and Jian Yinghao, fighting fiercely against a swordsman each.
Bai Suzhen came to him and said softly: "Brother Ling, what happened just now? You didn't respond even to me."
Cheng Ling was startled and suddenly understood. It must have been the swordsman who was caught in the epiphany just now and didn't realize it was attracted. Originally he should have done it himself, but now it was Liu Qingyan and Jian Yinghao who did it.
He shook his head and said, "Nothing. I was in a daze just now. Did you attract ten swordsmen this time?"
"Yes, those swordsmen suddenly rushed out, and Sect Master Lu and the others rushed forward. Only you stood there motionless. Fortunately, Sister Qingyan took action in time, otherwise the other monks would have thought that the Wuxiang Sword Sect had gone back on its word. Woolen cloth."
