"Ding: It is detected that the host has achieved an achievement that can solidify his cultivation under a special environment. He has officially entered the third level of martial arts realm and temporarily solidified the 'Nirvana Regeneration' talent."
"Ding: The host is asked to understand the ten artistic conceptions at the third level of martial arts, otherwise the talent of 'Nirvana and Rebirth' will disappear."
Jiang Ming felt an incomparable amount of life force pouring into his body, as thin as a tide, filling every cell. In particular, a strange brand of power was integrated into his blood and engraved into his soul.
But at this time, he didn't care about the system content at all.
Facing Master Xuanming's attack, Jiang Ming emitted a strange wave of power, like clouds, fog, or water. It seemed like a heavy rain was falling with him as the center.
This is exactly the mood of rain.
He realized.
He has also stepped into the realm of the great master of this world. The Tao Yun is present and the true energy is refined. Even the soul and will have undergone a transformation, and the whole person is being sublimated and baptized.
The combat power also skyrocketed in an instant.
Regardless of the deeper realization, Jiang Ming reached out and grabbed it, condensing his energy into a weapon. A long sword appeared in his hand and stabbed straight upward.
There seemed to be thousands of raindrops falling in the void, and they suddenly merged into the sword tip.
It is the sword of dripping rain that empowers the power of rain's artistic conception.
The power of this sword is much more terrifying than before.
"Impossible!" Master Xuanming exclaimed.
In the blink of an eye, he felt earth-shaking changes taking place in Jiang Ming's body, and at the same time he felt heavy rain falling around him.
But there was no rain at all.
He understood that this was the misunderstanding caused to him when the other party understood the true meaning of the rain, but the transformation in the other party's body was too fast and too terrifying. The strange power that exploded just now was far more powerful than when he broke through. Too much too much.
Master Xuanming felt incredible, even more unbelievable.
Being able to fight with yourself at such a young age is a violation of common sense, but you still break through in the middle of a big fight?
Get some shit!
"What kind of monster are you?" Master Xuanming didn't realize it. His voice was trembling, and the power in his body surged out crazily, making this attack surpass the peak.
It's too late, but it's soon.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Jiang Ming pierced the big handprint with a sword. The sharp force on the sword tip made Master Xuanming's hair stand on end. He turned around to avoid the blow.
The long sword in Jiang Ming's hand shattered into pieces and turned into little bits of light that dissipated into the air.
He held his hand, and a long sword appeared again, and he stabbed it out again. This time, it felt like heavy rain pouring down.
It's also extremely fast.
Another drop of rain sword.
puff……
Master Xuanming couldn't avoid it, his shoulder was pierced, and he fell back far away.
Jiang Ming did not pursue, but carefully understood his own changes.
I finally understand why it is so powerful after comprehending the artistic conception. The artistic conception is the power of the Tao Yun of heaven and earth. After comprehending the Tao Yun, the Tao Yun refines the body and sublimates itself, and even the soul and will have been transformed to a certain extent.
When activated, it is equivalent to receiving the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, which more than doubles the power.
This is just a preliminary understanding.
"This bad old man doesn't have a deep understanding of the artistic conception of ice."
Jiang Ming looked at Master Xuanming and had some enlightenment.
The other is to understand the artistic conception and achieve one of the achievements of coming to this world. Not only can you leave at any time, but you can also keep all the gains in this world except physical objects.
The pressure was gone, and I felt inexplicably relieved.
"Being able to retain one's cultivation, the talents of the third level of martial arts will naturally appear. Relying on the main world? Interesting."
[Nirvana Regeneration]: It has extremely powerful vitality, and has a trace of the supreme life rules, giving the host an extremely powerful recovery power. It can regenerate severed limbs, rebirth with blood, and even Nirvana rebirth, immortal life, etc., the innate ability changes with the Strengthened by increased strength.
Jiang Ming was also pleasantly surprised by the talents he gained.
It seems that it cannot directly improve his combat power, but it can greatly improve his survivability, at least it will not be easy for him to die.
As for the ten artistic conceptions that need to be understood to solidify the talent, he doesn't care much.
In comparison, this is a relatively simple task.
The expression on Master Xuan Ming's face was changing.
The wound on his shoulder had stopped. Looking at Jiang Ming who was not chasing after him, he hesitated in his heart: Should we fight or leave?
If you don't kill the opponent today, you will most likely be killed by the opponent tomorrow.
This guy is too evil.
It made his heart tremble.
"Is he realizing the changes in his true meaning?"
Master Xuan Ming narrowed his eyes and felt cruel in his heart. He raised his hand and tore the wound open. Blood spurted out immediately. He was led to him. A stream of extremely cold power poured into it and immediately turned into a bloody spear. Jiang Ming threw it over.
This is the forbidden method he discovered, the Ice Blood Spear.
Blood spears swept across, and the world shook.
It also seemed that the vitality of heaven and earth was blessing it, rolling up whirlpools and tearing the sky, piercing everything, killing everything, Master Xuanming followed closely behind.
Jiang Ming's misty eyes were focused, and he grabbed it with his big hand, condensing his energy into a sword and stabbing it out. It was still a drop of rain, and it easily shattered the opponent's ice blood spear.
"Impossible!" Master Xuan Ming, who was chasing after him, shrank his pupils and exclaimed in horror.
"Nothing is impossible!" The long sword in Jiang Ming's hand also shattered, but it appeared again and used the Thirty-six Drizzle Swords.
With the blessing of Deyu's artistic conception, the power of his sword technique increased by several levels.
"I don't believe it. My great ancestor Xuan Ming, the supreme grand master, can't deal with a brat like you!" Master Xuan Ming went crazy.
Both palms flew, cold air surged, and mist filled the air.
But it could no longer break through Jiang Ming's sword net.
He used the thirty-six swords of drizzle, the eighteen swords of heavy rain, the nine swords of sudden rain, and the three swords of violent rain one by one, and trained them on the opponent.
His understanding of the artistic conception of rain is also more profound and unpredictable.
Even every time a sword is struck, its power increases a bit.
"How can you be such a monster? You understand the true meaning in the fight, and still make the true meaning continue to strengthen in the fight. Even Zhang Laodao is not such a monster, no, far behind." Master Xuanming went crazy, his hair Messy and covered in blood, "Are you a human or a demon?"
"I am an immortal, a banished immortal from heaven!" Jiang Ming responded with a smile, and he became more and more relaxed. "The artistic conception, or the true meaning, is very, very simple once you get started."
"Simple?" Master Xuanming's voice rose seventy-two degrees, "When I reached the peak of being a master, I didn't understand it for more than 20 years. Later, I was knocked into a cliff and fell into the ice and snow. I struggled to survive. Between life and You can only understand it when you are on the edge of death, what the hell do you call simplicity!"
"Of course it's simple!" Jiang Ming said with a smile, "Look, is this another true meaning?"
He breathed once, and the surrounding Tao Yun changed, as if a mist appeared in the environment of heavy downpour, which also made the power of his sword ethereal and difficult to fathom.
"This is the artistic conception of fog!"
As the sword turned again, the coldness surged, and the condensed mist turned into ice particles, which was no weaker than the coldness emanating from Master Xuanming.
"This is the true meaning of Han Bing!"
Jiang Ming's momentum kept changing.
Rain is liquid, fog is gaseous, and ice is solid. They are three different states of water. For Jiang Ming, who is new to the world, it is too easy to reason backwards and draw inferences.
But Master Xuanming seemed to have seen a ghost, his eyes were blood red.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. That's the true meaning. How can you understand three kinds of things with just a snap of your fingers? Jiang Ming, are you a human or a ghost?" Master Xuan Ming actually felt a creepy feeling.
"What's this!" Jiang Ming did not rush or slow, and as he used his sword skills, he first activated the ice artistic conception, filled the air with cold air, and caused the water vapor to condense into mist.
Blessed by the artistic conception of fog, the fog filled the air in an instant, covering the surrounding area.
The power of artistic conception is supposed to be intangible, but the artistic conception of ice is extremely special, affecting reality with intangibility, and then forming mist.
The next moment, Jiang Ming activated the artistic conception of rain.
The fog condenses and raindrops fall.
This is real rain.
Jiang Ming's mind merged into the heaven and earth, and he realized the beauty of Taoism. The Tao of nature also condensed Qi into weapons. The swordsmanship he developed had already broken away from the category of Drizzle Sword, and the three artistic conceptions were also switched at will.
The low rain turns into icy rain when encountering extreme cold.
A strange force field was also formed within this area, trapping Master Xuanming inside and making it difficult to break out.
Jiang Ming's swordsmanship is constantly evolving and changing, and even the three artistic conceptions are changing, actually merging with each other, vaguely, as if there is a surge of a river.
