There is no constant shape in the move, and there is no constant in the potential.
The mind follows its will, and the sword follows the trend.
In the small courtyard, Jiang Taibai unleashed the ninth level peak momentum of Yuan Hai, mixed with endless murderous intent.
The shrouded young man walked with gradually lighter steps, and the seemingly weak long sword in his hand gave people an aura as heavy as a formidable sword.
"Good boy! Then I will help you! Don't let me down!"
Sensing the change in Lin Chen's mood, he fell into an epiphany.
Boundless murderous aura bloomed from the old man's body, and the light in the entire yard became blurred.
Although he was trapped in a quagmire-like aura, Lin Chen was still free and easy.
He is a mortal, but now that he has traveled through Tianyuan Continent, it is still difficult to change his mortal body.
But so what! Life is only a few decades, so why not live a more free and easy life.
There is no morality, no complicated rules here, only the strong are respected and hegemony is supreme.
As a member of the time-traveling army, we cannot embarrass the senior time-travelers of the heavens.
Come here with all the joy, and come back with all the joy.
Even if the future is difficult and dangerous, even if the sword is flashing and the sword is shadowed, I will definitely live up to the dream of sword fighting given by God.
Suddenly, the pressure around him suddenly increased sharply, and all movements came to a standstill, which immediately aroused the combative heart buried in his heart.
Holding the sword tightly in his hand, it was like holding the pillar of heaven, a surge of heroic spirit surged out of his body, and he had the attitude of dying in battle without fear or regret.
All martial arts in the world are invincible.
All kinds of martial arts can only be defeated by speed.
I have a single mind that cannot be invaded by any means.
I have a sword that can defeat all enemies.
Breaking the pole!
The long sword in his hand, like a dragon, pointed directly at Jiang Taibai's face with a shocking aura.
The speed is fast and swift, with thunderous momentum, at such a close range.
Being under his pressure, being eroded by murderous intent, and being able to undergo changes, it was really beyond his expectation.
The sword tip in his pupils continued to expand, and the murderous aura around him kept retreating. It was completely unrestricted by the pressure of the level. Without any time to think, he stretched out two fingers and clamped the long sword firmly.
But he was also shaken by the strong momentum and slid a foot away. He just stopped, and he was already extremely frightened.
The long sword was tightly suppressed and could not move even an inch.
Lin Chen, who was in the midst of an epiphany, slowly came back to his senses and looked at the frightened old man in front of him, still a little confused in his heart.
"Ha ha!"
"good!"
"What a poji!"
With the body-tempering realm, he resisted his own pressure and suppressed his own murderous intention, but instead advanced in reverse.
Not only that, he also successfully forced himself back. I haven't encountered such a genius in a long, long time.
To be precise, he is not a genius, but a monster like a saint and a goddess.
That sword strike just now was invincible to anyone but me. He was indeed a swordsman genius.
Breaking through the limits of one's own body, combining one's own artistic conception, belief, and physical explosive power into one sword, it can be said that even the ninth level of Yuanhai dare not resist.
Otherwise, he would either die or be injured. Jiang Taibai was extremely satisfied and was once again impressed by his talent.
"so close!"
"No, it's so weak? Two fingers withstood my full blow?"
When Lin Chen saw that the other party was fine, he realized that the only thing he could resist in his artistic conception was the old man's two fingers.
Moreover, the other party has nothing to do with it, and he is happy in vain.
"No fight, no fight, you are too unkind. You are not bullying honest people just because of your cultivation."
He gave up his sword and sat down on the ground. A gust of breeze hit him, making his whole body feel chilly.
The whole person felt as if he had been fished out of the water, and he was exhausted, as if he had fought for three hundred rounds.
There was also a growling sound in my stomach, and I looked around, hoping to find something to satisfy my hunger.
"The body-tempering realm can force my husband back, what else do you want? Why don't you go to heaven?"
Seeing that the other person was frustrated because he didn't hurt him, the old man wanted to pick him up and give him a good beating.
He is a powerful Saint King, doesn’t he want to lose face?
In the Body Tempering Realm, you are a slightly bigger ant in front of the Saint King Realm. Are you not satisfied that you can force back the powerful men in this realm?
Even if there is some leakage, his strength is still at the Holy King level, not comparable to Yuanhai, Quenching, or Extraordinary.
The realms are divided into tempered body, Yuanhai, Chaofan, Grandmaster, Holy King, Tianzun, Immortal, Quasi-Emperor, Great Emperor and other realms.
Each realm is divided into nine levels. The difference between each realm is like a chasm in the sky, and its strength is also as different as the sky and the earth.
Looking at Lin Chen who was playing tricks, he was also speechless for a while.
"Boy, with that sword strike just now, even Yuan Hai Ninth Level Heaven wouldn't dare to take it hard, so just have fun with it."
Lin Chen was slightly startled when he heard this, and then grinned.
"Hehe, it turns out you are not in the Yuan Hai realm. Why was such a sharp sword blocked by your two fingers?"
There is only one reason. The difference in cultivation level between the two is too big. They are not of the same magnitude at all.
No matter how powerful you are, it will only be a drop in the bucket in the face of absolute strength.
"puff!"
The old man spat out another sip of tea. He, the head of the Jiang family, was a dignified Saint King-level powerhouse. Even in Tianyuan Continent, he was considered the number one person. Didn't he ever want to become an ant in the Yuanhai realm in front of him?
It seems that you haven't mentioned your own cultivation to the other party. The key is that you didn't ask.
"Old man, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
As soon as these words came out, the old man was so angry that a teacup flew over.
"Old man, you are busy first. I will go home and have dinner first. I will come to see you tomorrow."
I looked around and found nothing to eat. My stomach was protesting badly, and it was getting late, so I headed back home.
As a Yuanqi monk, when you reach the Yuanhai realm, you can nourish yourself with your innate vitality. You don't need to eat or sleep at all.
It was impossible to find something to satisfy his hunger at his house.
Recalling the sword strike just now in his mind, he was really surprised.
I also tried to release the sword again, but it always felt almost meaningless.
Either the artistic conception was not up to the mark, or the strength was still a little lacking. I thought it was because I was hungry and didn't think much about it.
He returned to the mansion and cooked a table of food for himself.
The group of children have grown up gradually. Although they are not as naughty as before, each one has fallen into a high-intensity cultivation state.
The people who often come to eat have gradually disappeared. Today, only the familiar green smoke rises, and the only thing missing from the familiar meals is the group of cute children.
After taking a bite of the meal, I sighed that time passed so quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it has been seven years since I came to Tianyuan Continent.
"Yeah, I'm eating alone. The table is full. Can I finish it?"
When he was melancholy, a clear oriole-like sound came from outside the door.
I saw Ling'er running in happily carrying a bag of things.
"Oh, it's rare to see our eldest lady Ling'er. Why do you have time to come to uncle's place today?"
Ling'er threw the medicinal materials in her hand over and warned fiercely: "I have told you that I have grown up. Don't try to take advantage of me. Calling you brother is the limit. You still want to be my uncle? You want to eat shit."
"What is this? It smells faintly like medicine."
He looked at the package thrown by the other party and sniffed it curiously.
"Why don't you ask the patriarch for the exercises? He asked me to send them to you."
"Did you make grandpa angry? Did you get beaten by grandpa?"
Ling'er kept putting delicious food into her mouth and talking vaguely.
He didn't forget to look Lin Chen up and down, and when he saw that he didn't look like he had been beaten, he asked curiously.
"Hit me? That old man? I'm not exaggerating, I just gave him a hand."
Ling'er had an innocent expression on her face, blinking her big watery eyes with a don't lie to me expression.
