The woman in cassock jumped onto the fighting platform, looking calm and composed.
Zhao Shun's unceremonious retort reached her ears, and she could only get a contemptuous smile.
The moment she touched the stage with her toes, the battle had already begun. The woman's blue robe was made into a skirt. When she stepped forward, the skirt danced like peacock feathers. Zhao Shun's eyes flashed, and he noticed this person's magic. The instrument should be the robe itself!
Sure enough, when he saw the woman opposite taking three steps forward, her steps were like a dance, a wave of momentum rushed toward her face. Her robes radiated dazzling light, and her face was as holy and proud as a fairy who had come to the world.
"It's Jinluo Fairy Geng Manyuan!" A soldier from the Tongdao Battalion in the audience recognized the woman's identity. They were overjoyed and exclaimed her name in surprise.
However, she didn't hear her name was Zhao Chun, so she looked at him coldly. Even though the other party was the Foundation Establishment Perfection, she didn't even ask her to give in.
The momentum of the two people collided in front of them. Geng Manyuan's true energy came over like a tide, but Zhao Shun stood still like a rock. He chopped the huge wave that was about to reach the sky into two, and then the rock turned into a giant sword. The strong sword energy pushed the wave back in the opposite direction.
Kong fought with his true energy, but Zhao Chun, who was in the late stage of foundation building, actually came out on top!
"Disciples of the Shangzong, crossing the steps is like drinking water, you can see it." Pu Zhangfenxuan touched his nose in the stands, and suddenly remembered that when he was still at the Shaowei Army station, the man he saw was also from Zhaoyan's Qimen, almost The Ning Yuan monks who overturned more than a dozen large camps in a row couldn't help but sigh at how terrifying the large sects were.
But the guard in the field did not have this awareness, and looked at the platform in a daze. Geng Manyuan's face turned pale, and he staggered back half a step. His previous calmness and calmness had all turned to alert. His beautiful eyes stared in surprise, and his teeth tightened his lower lip. bite.
She moved her lips, but said nothing. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, and her slender white fingers flew out several hand gestures. The hem of her blue skirt turned into hundreds of light blades. If you look closely, you can see the delicate bird feathers. !
Geng Manyuan waved his arm forward, with his palm facing Zhao Shun, and shouted angrily: "Go!"
The bird feathers all over the sky suddenly fell like a sudden rain and flew in, and the dazzling light on them made the soldiers on the field sigh loudly.
Zhao Shun just stood in the distance silently, holding the hilt of her sword and watching the bird feathers attack. No one saw her move, but she did take a step forward. The black sword Gui Sha was unsheathed at some point. , without the red gold true energy shining like the morning sun, without the silver-white sword energy spreading across the air, she just slashed forward with her strength.
The bird feather penetrated deeply into the battle platform, like a sharp blade cutting through gold and stone, making a strong "clang" sound!
This sound was heard by everyone, but no one cared about it.
They saw a very pale crescent moon swinging out from the long black sword, like a curved blade, with sharp bird feathers in front of it, like silk and satin, lightly divided into two parts, and fell to the ground in the wind.
There was a sparrow feather that was not cut by the crescent moon and passed by Zhao Shun, but was crushed into powder by the body-protecting sword energy, and instantly turned into light spots of spiritual energy and dispersed.
Geng Manyuan failed to achieve a single blow, so he changed the techniques in his hands, causing ripples to appear on his skirt.
Seeing this, Zhao Shun touched the sword body with his hand. Since he had already seen the opponent's general strength, he obviously didn't want to give her another chance to take action!
Everyone could only watch Zhao Shun's body shoot out suddenly, and his body was like a rainbow of swords.
The black sword in her hand was placed horizontally in front of her. After drawing an arc in the air, the tip of the sword dropped to the ground. After stepping into the space two inches in front of Geng Manyuan, the sword energy was violently shot out, like a rainbow penetrating the sun from bottom to top. , the whole battle platform was shaken violently!
Geng Manyuan's hand had not yet formed a seal, but the sword edge was already coming straight towards the door. Although she immediately changed her tactics to defend herself, when the sword energy exploded, her whole body seemed to be swept by a hurricane, and she fell into a state of weightlessness.
Then there was a flash of silvery white light, and pain like tearing burst out from the body. At this moment, the sky came into view, and then there was a long and gloomy night.
In the eyes of the soldiers of the two battalions, Geng Manyuan was lifted up by the sword energy and fell heavily to the stage. There was a bloody gash running through his chest and abdomen. His eyes were closed tightly and his face was in pain. He didn't stand up from the ground for a long time, and he actually lost it. Lost consciousness!
"Come again."
Zhao Shun walked back to the original place, sheathed his long sword, and looked down at the audience.
Geng Manyuan's home team exclaimed and rushed to take her away, and then glared at the stage angrily. When Zhao Shun looked at her coldly, the man quickly looked away, wishing he could bury his head in his chest.
Zhao Chun wanted to say that she had killed many demons and defeated many foundation-building perfectionists, and Geng Manyuan could not be ranked in the middle among them. But when she saw the extremely humiliating look on the faces of the Tongdao Camp soldiers, she suddenly felt that nothing was needed. explain.
Practicing one's own actions is the only interpretation of the word strong.
Geng Manyuan's disastrous defeat instantly shattered the Tongdao Camp's months-long pride in Qingwu Camp. Zhao Shun stood in the center of the battle platform, surrounded by hostility. The real powerful aura hidden among the spectators slowly appeared at this time...
Suddenly, a hill fell on the battle platform. The bearded man stretched his body, and strange and strange graphics spread from his cheeks to his belly. Where his arms and shoulder blades were connected, there were lines of two hands holding each other.
"Bronze Sword Camp, move into hiding!"
He almost shouted out his name, and the power in his words alone made Zhao Chun know that Geng Manyuan could never compare with him.
After saying these words, Zhao Yin immediately closed his mouth, stretched his hands forward, and the pictures and texts on his body ignited like flames. Zhao Xun stepped forward, and the sword blade struck with his hands, and he felt the huge force and then touched it. points, and jump back to where you started.
"It's not just body training..."
Zhao Chun was suspicious. Body-refining cultivators and demon cultivators had similarities in that they both tempered skin, flesh, muscles, and bones. However, the true energy still came from the Dantian, and traces of it could be found.
The monk named Zhaoyin in front of him acted like the monk of the mortal body. His spiritual energy fluctuated outside and did not come out of his dantian.
But it would be wrong to say that he is a human being in a state of concentration. The Mortal Master uses his physical body as his Dantian to accumulate spiritual energy, but the power of Zhaoyin is more like coming from the pictures and texts on his body, which serve as the armor of his physical body.
At the same time, Zhao Yin's dark pupils dispersed like thick ink when he was fighting her, and his eyes were dyed black. Zhao Chun could not feel his consciousness, so he was able to watch his body movements and predict his moves in advance.
"The anger cannot come out of the Dantian, and the formation patterns are all over the body..." She suddenly realized it and said with a smile, "It turns out to be the way of formation puppets."
The first time I heard about this spiritual sect was from the mouth of my senior brother Meng Han. He had his Dantian broken by Qiu Yingying and was unable to practice the spiritual root. Later, with the help of the venerable Celestial Demon Tribe, he re-established the formation puppet method and was able to ascend to the path of immortality again.
After Zhao Chun entered Zhaoyan, he observed various cultivation methods in the world from the Bowen Tower, among which was the Tao of Formation Puppet.
It is a coincidence that the origin of the formation puppet method is also related to the damage to the Dantian.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a human formation monk whose formation skills were the best among his peers. He also had a deep relationship with his wife. After his wife passed away, he left behind a son who was cherished by him.
His son had a bad temper, and one day he was punished by a sect leader who broke his Dantian into pieces.
The formation cultivator tried his best to save his son's life, but he was afraid that he would die like a mortal without being able to practice, so he studied every day how to make a person with a broken Dantian return to the path of immortality.
He tried countless methods but failed. His son was old and dying. The formation cultivator had no choice but to carve the formation patterns on his body and train him into a puppet in the formation. Unexpectedly, he hit him crookedly, causing his consciousness to linger. He found his destiny as a puppet.
