Cheng Ling nodded secretly, Su Nianli's swordsmanship was indeed very strong, and his swordsmanship had almost reached the third level of peak.
At this point, if you want to win, you have to expose the fourth level of swordsmanship.
He trembled all over, and the dragon feather sword returned to his hand again. His eyes flashed with blue light, and he could see Su Nianli's true body in an instant. He stepped out with ghost steps, made two consecutive turns, and his figure was not far away from her. To half a foot.
The Dragon Ling Sword becomes as soft and continuous as a clear stream. In this softness and continuity, it also contains a flavor of endless life, as if trees and grass are growing. This is the combination of the mysteries of water and the mysteries of wood.
Water grows wood, making the ever-growing aura more intense. The endless power and continuous penetration made it more difficult for Su Nianli to resolve Cheng Ling's sword moves. The difficulty increased several times, making it even more difficult to deal with it.
Su Nianli frowned slightly. Originally, Cheng Ling's thunderous offensive could be completely neutralized by her demonic swordsmanship and wonderful body skills, but now the opponent has changed his swordsmanship style. It has the flexibility and continuity of water, and the vitality of wood. The breath, the endless power, continues to penetrate, making the difficulty of resolving the demonic swordsmanship several times higher, making it even more difficult to deal with.
"He actually mastered the second style of swordsmanship and was so proficient in it." Qin Zijin was secretly surprised.
As we all know, for the same basic swordsmanship, different people will practice it with different emphasis and methods, forming different styles.
No matter what style of swordsmanship it is, it has its own uniqueness. It requires a lot of time and energy to refine and understand before it can be continuously refined.
Therefore, the vast majority of monks only master one style of swordsmanship. The power of heaven and earth they are proficient in is also closely related to the style of swordsmanship. The various swordsmanship they practice afterwards are inevitably related directly or indirectly.
Even geniuses who master two styles of swordsmanship are often only proficient in one and familiar with the other.
From the very beginning, Cheng Ling's battles were all about thunderous and fiery swordsmanship. Everyone agreed that the thunderous swordsmanship was what Cheng Ling was most proficient in. Who would have thought that, Now Cheng Ling has changed his swordsmanship style, and he is so proficient that it is no worse than before.
The dragon feather sword is continuous and endless. The sword light is as flexible as a ribbon, surrounding Su Nianli. It is constantly attacking from all angles. It wants to penetrate into the defense of the demonic swordsmanship and attack Su Nianli. As the battle continues, Cheng Ling The understanding of the essence of swordsmanship is also improving little by little.
As the battle continued, Cheng Ling gradually grasped Su Nianli's demonic swordsmanship. The swordsmanship style changed again. It was not thunderous and violent, nor flexible and endless. Each sword became weird and tricky, from incredible angles. Stabbing out, as if it were all-pervasive, in Su Nianli's eyes, there were only countless sword lights approaching continuously, passing through the gaps in her demonic swordsmanship.
The style of swordsmanship this time is mainly thrusting, tending to be weird and tricky, and every thrust of the sword gives people the feeling of being razor-sharp and indestructible.
As soon as the third sword style appeared, the two women were shocked.
There are very few people who master two styles of swordsmanship and are proficient in both, but there are still a few. People who master three styles of swordsmanship and are very proficient in them are rare throughout the ages.
After Cheng Ling displayed the third style of swordsmanship, Su Nianli's demonic swordsmanship was broken. First, the method of controlling swords with silk threads was broken, and now, the method of controlling swords with demons has been broken.
, and the Devil Phantom Body Technique seemed to have no effect on Cheng Ling.
Su Nianli couldn't help but feel a hint of frustration in her heart, and she immediately adjusted herself, clenched the sword in her hand, and used the Demon-Slaying God Sword Technique.
The Demon-Slaying God Sword Technique is the most popular sword technique of the Demon Flower Immortal Emperor. It reaches the top level of Heaven Level. However, because Su Nianli does not master it deeply enough, the power it exerts is only higher than that of an ordinary mid-grade Heaven Level Sword Technique. The law is just stronger.
As soon as the Demon-Slaying God-Slaying Sword Technique was launched, the terrifying Heavenly Demon-Slaying God-Slaying Sword Qi was scattered in all directions. Each black sword Qi seemed to be able to kill gods and demons. The killing intent on it made people tremble. Those who were not mentally strong enough would probably It will collapse in no time.
Cheng Ling used the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique to fight, and was very wary of Su Nianli's Heavenly Demon Killing God Sword Technique.
The terrifying Heavenly Demon-Slaying God-Slaying Sword Qi shot out in all directions. Immediately afterwards, Su Nianli used the powerful sword move of the Heavenly Demon-Slaying God-Slaying Sword Technique, which made Cheng Ling feel like he was being killed on the spot.
"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Signing in to Become a God"
At this critical moment, Cheng Ling trembled all over, and the purple luster on the sword became more intense. There were some reservations before, but now, the Zixiao Divine Thunder is fully charged.
On the Long Ling sword, a burst of purple electricity crackled up, as if the entire sword had increased several times in size. Not only that, those purple thunderbolts shot out in all directions, hitting Su Nianli's black sword from time to time, causing her body to feel numb and numb, and even the transportation of immortal energy was stuck.
How could Cheng Ling let go of such an opportunity? The ghostly footwork was close to Su Nianli's body, and the long sword in his hand continued to exert pressure, making it impossible for the opponent's sword moves to be executed smoothly. Before the tea time, Cheng Ling The long sword was lightly placed under her beautiful neck, and the cold sword energy stimulated her skin, making her dare not move at all.
Cheng Ling smiled calmly, sheathed her sword and said, "Promise!"
Su Nianli's face turned pale, and her charming eyes were full of resentment, and then turned cold, making people tremble all over. The look she looked at Cheng Ling almost made the air freeze, more like two sharp swords. It looked like it was piercing Cheng Ling.
"How did you do that?" After a long time, she said angrily.
"You have too many shadows and they are too messy. If you want to maintain these many afterimages, you will naturally pay more attention to your body skills. At this time, the flaw will appear!"
Su Nianli was dumbfounded. Her master had also told her about this situation before, but she didn't expect Cheng Ling to see through it so quickly at such a young age. She snorted coldly and said, "Just wait, I will definitely defeat you next time!"
After saying that, he angrily walked to the side and sat down, without even glancing at Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly in her heart, secretly complaining that she was unlucky. She obviously proposed the competition herself, but now that she had lost, she still held a grudge. Women, it really makes no sense!
Just as he was sighing, Qin Zijin on the other side said enthusiastically: "Cheng Ling, it seems that you are not spending a lot of money. Go ahead and practice with me!"
When Su Nianli heard this, she immediately became interested and glanced over with her beautiful eyes.
Cheng Ling hurriedly shook his head and said, "If we don't fight, am I willing to admit defeat?"
"No!" the two women said loudly in unison.
"Why?" Cheng Ling smiled bitterly and looked at the two of them aggrievedly.
"Why are you willing to fight Su Nianli instead of accompanying me? Am I not as good as her?"
"Bah! Who do you think you are, Cheng Ling? If you can defeat me, why won't you be willing to attack her? No, you have to do it, and you are not allowed to let go. You have to do your best!"
Cheng Ling held his forehead and sighed, he was reluctant to give up, but he had seen Qin Zijin's swordsmanship, and it was indeed very superb. Having such a sparring partner would also be of great benefit to his swordsmanship, but he didn't like the two of them. Women use themselves as a comparison tool.
Seeing the expressions on the two people's faces that they would never give up until there was a fight, he felt fierce in his heart and said, "It's okay if we really want to fight, but first meet my two conditions."
"Say it!" the two women said in unison again.
"First, we can spar, but we can't fight endlessly. During the time we are in the ancient city, we will fight at most once a day. No matter we win or lose, we can't fight again on that day."
The two women glanced at him, agreed with this opinion, and asked, "What else?"
"Until the Sea Clan's matter is over, you must obey my orders obediently and are not allowed to make arbitrary decisions!"
"Tch, don't tell me that we have to obey whatever you say. That's too overbearing!" Su Nianli said displeased.
"That's not the case. I will discuss normal matters with you, but when it comes to life and death, my orders will take precedence. Trust me, I won't let you suffer."
The two women glanced at him, then tilted their heads and thought for a long time. From the beginning of the Mountains and Rivers Void Realm, as long as they followed Cheng Ling, they seemed to have suffered no losses. On the contrary, they had countless benefits and opportunities. Sometimes even they couldn't believe it. .
After a short pause, the two women finally agreed.
Cheng Ling laughed and said, "In that case, Miss Qin, let's do it!"
Qin Zijin stood up, glanced at Cheng Ling, and stepped forward lightly. After keeping a distance of three feet, he moved his right hand and used the Feixian Sword.
Su Nianli watched intently. To be honest, although she was obviously at odds with Qin Zijin, she still admired him for his swordsmanship.
The two of them were standing opposite each other. I don't know where the wind came from, blowing their long hair and clothes, fluttering gently, making Qin Zijin look like a fairy in the dust, while Cheng Ling looked even more chic. ,random.
The wind howled, and the Feixian Sword was in hand, pointing directly at Cheng Ling.
"Cheng Ling, please give me some advice!" Qin Zijin's voice was as quiet and cold as spring water, sweet and soothing.
"Miss Qin, please!" Cheng Ling also responded seriously.
Qin Zijin knew that the other party would not strike first, so he let out a sweet scold and took the lead in drawing his sword.
The Feixian Sword was lightly lifted, and a white sword energy suddenly shot out. When the sword energy just left the tip of the sword and shot towards Cheng Ling, it split into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen, and so on. Multiplied to hundreds, they were attacking Cheng Ling from all directions and angles.
This sword alone showed Qin Zijin's unparalleled control over his own power. Few monks in the same realm could achieve this.
Su Nianli's beautiful eyes were fixed on the two of them to see how Cheng Ling would respond.
The corners of Cheng Ling's mouth curved in an arc, and he swung out his sword. The air around the sword was stirred up, creating a sense of chaos and distortion. It was just one sword, but it strangely gathered all Qin Zijin's hundreds of sword energy into one. The faster speed was reflected towards Qin Zijin.
Qin Zijin raised the tip of his sword, reflecting the sword energy back again. At the same time, his body flew around, following the sword energy, and the sword merged into one, cutting through the sky like a flying fairy.
Beautiful, elegant and indifferent, with restrained murderous intent.
Cheng Ling's sword was raised, and a sword slashed straight down. The void was rippling, as if it was split open, the sword energy was shattered, and an invisible force, like an immortal or a mist, seemed to penetrate the endless void and surge towards Qin Zijin. .
