"Do you know what material this flying sword of senior brother is made of?"
Feeling the chill coming from the dark sword body, Su Xiaofan secretly guessed in his heart, but things like this were difficult for even his fellow sects to investigate.
Wen Wenming didn't talk nonsense. After escaping from his natal flying sword, he made a sword move with his right hand and saw the flying sword originally floating in the air flying towards Mr. Yang as fast as lightning.
"Um?"
Seeing Wen Wenming's flying sword, Yang Lao frowned inexplicably. He waved his hand and heard a crisp "ding" sound, and Wen Wenming's flying sword was hit into the air.
As for the civilization standing there, when the shield hit the flying sword, his whole figure seemed to have been hit on the head by a heavy hammer, and his face instantly turned pale.
With a finger of the sword technique in his hand, Wen Wenming forcibly controlled the flying sword. When he wanted to attack again, Mr. Yang waved his hand.
"Okay, stop." Mr. Yang's expression was a little complicated.
"Mr. Yang, this junior failed to break through the defense."
Wen Wenming said with a look of shame. He really didn't expect that the attack method he was so proud of would be casually destroyed in front of Mr. Yang.
"Your problem is not that you didn't break the defense."
Mr. Yang shook his head and said: "I didn't expect you to be so dogmatic. You actually used the flying sword to retaliate and pinched the sword. Could it be that you just do whatever the sword control taught you and you don't know how to adapt it at all?"
"Huh? Is this wrong?"
Wen Wenming was stunned for a moment when he heard this. This is how the sect's skills are. Shouldn't Feijian be used like this?
Zhao Yijian on the side also looked at Mr. Yang with wide eyes, obviously the sword control skills in his heart were also the same.
"That's a big mistake. I don't know what your ancestor taught you."
Yang Lao smiled bitterly and said, "Shouldn't the flying sword of your destiny be controlled by your heart? And your attack is straight forward. Do you really think you can hide it from the holy realm of extraordinary spiritual consciousness?"
"Mr. Yang, what is the spiritual consciousness field?" Su Xiaofan interrupted and asked, ignoring that Mr. Yang was giving instructions on civilization.
In fact, when Su Xiaofan saw Wen Wenming's sword-wielding skills just now, he was murmuring in his heart.
First of all, when Civilization drew his sword, it still came out of his mouth. This gave people time to prepare and was unable to take him by surprise.
Furthermore, although there are sword techniques in sword control, they are only used by junior sword sect disciples to practice. There are also sword techniques to command the enemy, but they are not as good as sword control with divine consciousness.
Su Xiaofan had no one to guide him. From cultivating the flying sword to the time when the Yin Shen left the body, he had always stayed away from the ordinary path and acted according to his heart. On the contrary, he became more in line with the art of sword control.
But there was another thing that Su Xiaofan didn't know. Before the Yin Shen came out of his body, his consciousness had already merged with Feijian.
When breaking through the Yin God and leaving the body, even the Yin God merged with Feijian. This is equivalent to a second fusion. Usually, this kind of thing only happens when breaking through the Yang God realm.
Su Xiaofan and Wen Wenming had different degrees of integration with the flying sword, so Su Xiaofan could directly let the flying sword escape from the body. He did nothing wrong by spitting the flying sword out of Wen Wenming's mouth.
In other words, although Su Xiaofan now advanced to the Yin Shen Realm more than ten years later than civilization, he was already ahead of civilization in the sword-controlling process.
"The field of divine consciousness is a magical power unique to the Saint-level extraordinary and Yangshen realm."
Mr. Yang did not blame Su Xiaofan for interrupting him, and explained: "After being promoted to Yangshen, when you fight with others, your spiritual consciousness will automatically form a field around your body.
This kind of field has many functions. For low-level cultivators, in the field of Yangshen realm, they basically have no power to fight back..."
Before Mr. Yang finished speaking, his whole body shook. Su Xiaofan and others standing in front of him suddenly felt stagnant, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.
Don't say anything else. Even the use of spiritual consciousness by the three people at this time has become extremely sluggish. As Mr. Yang said, if they are attacked at this time, they really have no power to fight back.
After Mr. Yang put away his domain, Su Xiaofan and others were sweating profusely. The feeling of being out of control was really terrifying. None of the three of them had had this experience since they were promoted to high-level cultivators.
"What if it's a field where cultivators of the same level meet each other?" Su Xiaofan asked.
"Then it depends on who has higher cultivation level."
Mr. Yang said: "Those with low cultivation will be suppressed and unable to exert their full strength. The best way is to leave the opponent's field."
"Mr. Yang, how far is the range of this kind of field?"
Su Xiaofan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He knew that the Yang God Realm was terrifying, but he never thought that in front of the Yang God Realm, he would be as powerless as a child.
"It depends on your cultivation level."
Mr. Yang glanced at a few people and said: "My field range is fifty meters. Within fifty meters, all your attacks will be weakened.
"Your ancestor's sword field is stronger, and the range is about eighty meters. I estimate that the holy level bear's field is also about seventy or eighty meters."
Mr. Yang did not hide his cultivation. He told several people clearly that he was not as good as a saint-level extraordinary, at least in the field.
"That means that as long as we exit this area and use the flying sword, we will not be affected by the field?"
Su Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief. The range of 100 meters was really not that far for them.
Otherwise, there is really no way to take action. Once enveloped by the opponent's field, and there is another spiritual attack, I will probably be shocked to death before I can take action.
"That's why you Sword Sect disciples can become the main force."
Mr. Yang nodded. The flying sword can attack from a distance and is very powerful. This is why he asked Hualong to invite Jianzong disciples and give generous rewards.
It's a pity that the old guy from Jianzong has been wanting to go overseas recently and is making various preparations. Yang Lao has invited him several times but failed to impress him. Otherwise, the clearing of the restricted area this time would be a sure thing.
"Okay, I'm going to use the field this time. Which one of you will try to attack again?"
For the next battle, Mr. Yang must figure out the attack power of several people. If they are all like civilization, this trip to the restricted area will probably be in vain.
Of course, it won't be all without gain. At least a few transcendent ones on the periphery can be eliminated, but there is nothing that can be done against the holy bear.
"Let me try."
Zhao Yijian said, while stepping back until he was more than a hundred meters away from Mr. Yang before stopping.
Naturally, Su Xiaofan and Wenming would not stay where they were. The feeling of being trapped in the field was too uncomfortable. Duobao also retreated into the forest just now.
Zhao Yijian was much better than the civilized chicken thief, and he spat out the flying sword when he retreated.
Although Zhao Yijian also made a move of pinching the sword, he did it in a very subtle way. The flying sword flew towards Mr. Yang silently. Su Xiaofan might not have been able to see it if he hadn't been watching.
"Huh? The speed has slowed down..."
When Zhao Yijian's natal flying sword came within fifty meters in front of Mr. Yang, the flying sword suddenly appeared, and its speed was more than twice as slow as before.
Of course, this slowness is also relative. In the eyes of others, it is actually quite fast.
Yang Lao made the same move, swiping his shield, and knocked the flying sword away.
Zhao Yijian was well prepared this time, knowing that his consciousness would be shocked, which was much better than civilization, but he stopped after the blow.
"The speed of the flying sword is not as fast as your senior brother, huh? The material of your flying sword is good."
There was a look of disappointment on Mr. Yang's face, but he was stunned for a moment because he found a broken spot on his black iron shield.
Obviously this was caused by the flying sword attack, but Mr. Yang knew that this was not because of Zhao Yijian's high cultivation level, but because of the flying sword itself.
"Just now it seemed that the spiritual energy in the body was still slightly stagnant."
Mr. Yang couldn't help but his eyes lit up as he recalled the scene when he did it, "Does your flying sword still contain the power of thunder and lightning?"
"Yes, I added a little bit of Leijin's golden essence."
Zhao Yijian nodded and looked at Su Xiaofan. It was obvious that even Mr. Yang valued this power of thunder and lightning.
"It's a pity that you don't have enough cultivation, otherwise the power of thunder and lightning could hinder the opponent's movement and then kill him with one sword!"
Mr. Yang shook his head slightly. It seemed that the goal of this trip needed to be changed. With the cultivation of the people in front of him, even if he added himself, it would not be enough to kill the bear.
"Do you still want to try?"
Yang Lao's eyes looked at Su Xiaofan, but he didn't think that this young man in his twenties could bring him any surprises.
"Okay, I'll try too."
Although he was used to keeping a low profile, he was facing a life-and-death fight on this trip, and he had to face a saint-level transcendent. Su Xiaofan naturally had to figure out what his attack power was.
Moreover, Su Xiaofan still had some shadows in his heart, that is, the last time he was in the death zone, he was almost shocked to death by the saint-level extraordinary roar.
So if I can't break through the defense this time, I basically don't have to go to the Qinling restricted area, because if I go there, I'll be killed, and I won't be able to threaten the opponent at all.
Grain exhaustion
Su Xiaofan spoke while seemingly not taking any action.
However, Mr. Yang's heart suddenly started beating wildly, and he felt a fatal threat.
A sword light that was invisible to the naked eye quietly appeared at the position of Yang Lao's heart. The effect of the field on this flying sword was actually minimal.
Fortunately, knowing that Su Xiaofan was about to take action, Mr. Yang was still on guard. Just when the flying sword was about to hit him, Mr. Yang still blocked the shield in front of him.
However, the difference from the previous two attacks has been revealed. In those two times, Mr. Yang took the initiative to attack Feijian, but this time he was completely defensive.
When the flying sword hit the shield, another accident happened. There was no sound as expected, but the flying sword penetrated the shield silently.
In the midst of this electric light and flint, Mr. Yang still showed the strength of a cultivator in the Yangshen Realm. Just when the flying sword reached his body, his left index finger flicked on the body of the flying sword.
Su Xiaofan only felt his body tremble, especially his sea of consciousness, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his eyes felt black.
But after all, Void and Su Xiaofan had merged into one. With a thought, Feijian withdrew from Yang Lao's field and was about to launch a second attack.
"Stop, stop!"
Yang Laolian shouted stop twice, his voice a little confused, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It had been many years since Mr. Yang had felt such a fatal threat. The moment the flying sword pierced the black iron shield, he really felt the threat of death.
Moreover, Mr. Yang's index finger on his left hand was dripping with blood at this time, and he wanted to stop the wound.
But what made Mr. Yang's heart beat fiercely was that he actually saw a trace of arc light at the wound and stopped himself from repairing the wound.
With a cold shout from his mouth, Mr. Yang had already expelled the arc light. The wound quickly stopped bleeding, but the wound touching the finger bone did not heal so quickly.
"You kid, actually... hurt me?"
Mr. Yang originally wanted to say that Su Xiaofan almost killed him, but it was too shameful to say it, so he ended up hurting himself instead.
"Mr. Yang, are you okay?"
Su Xiaofan said somewhat depressedly: "My flying sword almost lost control after you flicked it with that finger. This junior is still too weak in cultivation."
Yang Lao stopped the bleeding too quickly, and the cuffs of the clothes he wore were very long, and his right hand was covered by the sleeves. Su Xiaofan and others did not notice the injury on his hand.
"Fu's cultivation is too weak, this guy must be pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"
Mr. Yang cursed in his heart, this was considered too weak, so if Su Xiaofan was stronger, wouldn't it be like killing him like nothing?
"No, you hurt me."
Mr. Yang did not hide anything. He raised his injured right hand and said, "You are just a little bit away from attacking my body. With the power of your flying sword, I can't resist it."
What Yang said was very frank. Although it was very shameful to be injured by a junior, Su Xiaofan's performance gave Yang hope to successfully clear the restricted area this time.
"But, this injury still can't kill the holy bear, right?"
Looking at the small wound on Mr. Yang's hand, Su Xiaofan still lacked confidence. Such an injury was not worth mentioning at all for Chaofan's huge body.
"No, it can kill!"
Mr. Yang felt a little depressed. Did he have to let me speak plainly? Then there will be no face at all.
But when it comes to the success or failure of clearing the restricted area, Mr. Yang could only say patiently: "The flying swords of the two of them really can't kill that bear..."
As soon as Mr. Yang opened his mouth, Wen Wenming and Zhao Yijian's expressions darkened. It was so necessary to compare goods and compare people to death. The two brothers actually became the background of negative teaching materials.
Mr. Yang didn't care about taking care of the mood of those two people, and then said: "As long as I draw the attention of the bear, and weaken its field, your flying sword will definitely pose a fatal threat to it!"
"Seriously?" Su Xiaofan's eyes lit up after hearing Mr. Yang's words.
After experiencing the incident in the Death Forbidden Zone, Su Xiaofan originally thought that he would be killed in front of the saint-level transcendent. Now, listening to Yang Laoyi's words, his confidence suddenly returned a lot.
"Of course it is true, but there is one thing to note."
Yang Lao thought for a moment and then said: "The bodies of extraordinary creatures are much stronger than those of human cultivators, and the bear has rough skin and thick flesh.
It is true that your flying sword can break through defenses, but it is very likely that after entering its body, it will be blocked by its physical bones, and if it does not hit its vital points, the injuries caused by this flying sword will not pose a fatal threat to the bear. .
And once it feels that you can threaten its life, it will definitely abandon me and attack you instead, so you are very likely to be alone and must kill with one strike! "
Mr. Yang was extremely cautious in deducing the battle situation. He had to think of all the disadvantages. Otherwise, if there was a slight mistake, Su Xiaofan might not even have a chance to use the second sword.
"Two places."
Mr. Yang stretched out two fingers and said, "One is Xiong Zhen's brain and the other is his heart. Only by attacking at these two locations can one kill with one hit."
Mr. Yang hesitated for a moment, "But you'd better attack that guy's brain. It's too big. If it doesn't hit the heart, once it gets defensive, your flying sword won't be as effective."
Yang Lao admitted that Su Xiaofan's flying sword was very powerful, but if he really tried his best to fight against it, he would definitely be able to break the flying sword and kill Su Xiaofan.
If he could do this himself, Xiong Zhi, who was still stronger than him, could naturally do the same, so Su Xiaofan didn't have many opportunities.
"You can let the two of them release their flying swords first. Their flying swords will hardly hurt that guy, but they can paralyze the bear."
Yang Lao was thinking about his sword skills, and what he said casually almost made Su Xiaofan's two senior brothers cry. They were actually reduced to the point where they could only play support.
And in Yang Lao's mouth, they don't even deserve names at the moment, and they are used to represent them when he opens and shuts up.
"No, this is not good either. Their flying swords can still cause damage to places like the eyes."
Mr. Yang said to himself, "That will make it guard against its vital points, which will not help Xiao Su to deliver a fatal blow with your sword."
Mr. Yang knew that the success or failure of this trip depended almost entirely on Su Xiaofan, because even he himself would probably only be able to hurt Xiong Zhi at most.
Mr. Yang knew very well how destructive a saint-level transcendental being who could be injured but not dead would be. At that time, I am afraid that except for himself who could escape, everyone else would be trapped there.
After weighing the power, Mr. Yang said, "Forget it, you two. Don't come over to cause trouble. Xiao Su and I will deal with the bear."
"Yes, Mr. Yang."
Zhao Yijian and Wenming looked at each other, feeling increasingly sad. They have become you, but they still don't deserve names.
"Okay, you go back, Xiao Su and I have to cooperate with you a little more."
Mr. Yang waved his hands like he was shooing away flies. At the moment, his mind was entirely focused on the deduction of the battle situation, and he couldn't care less about what Zhao Yijian and the others were thinking.
"Senior brother." Su Xiaofan scratched his head in embarrassment. He knew that the two senior brothers were very embarrassed.
"Junior brother Xiaofan, that one percent belongs to you."
Zhao Yijian patted Su Xiaofan on the shoulder. Sword Sect disciples have always been upright and upright.
Zhao Yijian and Wenming are indeed inferior to others. Now that Mr. Yang is looking down upon him, he will not take his anger out on Su Xiaofan.
After Zhao Yijian and Wenming left, Mr. Yang raised his head and handed the shield to his left hand. With his right hand, he grasped a spear about three meters long in his hand.
"Mr. Yang, is this a refined treasure?"
Feeling the killing energy coming from the spear, Su Xiaofan's throat felt a little dry. He felt that the lethality of the spear was definitely not inferior to his flying sword.
"Yes, but it can't be controlled like your sword control skills. The most it can do is hurt the bear."
Mr. Yang nodded. After Zhao Yijian and Wenming left, he already regarded Su Xiaofan as a cultivator of the same level as himself, so he also revealed his trump card.
The Black Iron Spear focuses on offense, and the Black Iron Shield focuses on defense. One attack and one defense. Mr. Yang has almost no weaknesses. This is the main reason why the relevant departments asked him to take action this time.
But having no weaknesses means that when fighting against the same level of combat power, Xiong Zhen's strength is higher than that of Yang Lao. If the opponent uses brute force to defeat him, Yang Lao's offense and defense may not be able to stop him.
"You should watch out for my most powerful move."
Old Yang changed the conversation to spiritual voice transmission. It was related to his trump card and could not be freely disclosed to outsiders.
With a shake of his right hand, the spear in Mr. Yang's hand suddenly trembled, and the space around the gun seemed to ripple with the rhythm of the trembling.
Su Xiaofan saw Yang Lao let out a low shout and suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already under a rock more than a hundred meters away.
Su Xiaofan didn't even see how Yang Lao pulled out the gun, but he heard a loud noise like the earth was shaking, and the rock dozens of meters high suddenly collapsed.
With the power of the gun, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and Mr. Yang's figure also appeared not far from Su Xiaofan.
"Such an attack can only hurt that bear?"
Su Xiaofan's throat felt a little dry, and he had a new understanding of the saint-level extraordinary strength in his heart.
