There were no more insects and ants within a hundred feet radius, the weeds and ancient trees were cut in half, the strong energy invaded the roots and cut off life, and a strange open space appeared in the dense forest.
The two people were confronting each other. One moment, Song Cheng was immersed in the intoxication of having strange phenomena in his martial arts, and the next moment, he was horrified to death.
The "Eighth Cut, Devouring Heaven and Earth" allowed him to absorb the essence and blood of many companions, kill countless powerful opponents, and rapidly increase his strength.
Every time he performed this move, he would be immersed in that powerful and fulfilling feeling.
Then when he saw the extremely real Qing Lian, he realized that his move was just a sacrifice of essence and blood, which increased the power of the move to a level close to that of earth-level martial arts.
But what the young man displayed was truly earth-level martial arts!
Because of the horror in his heart, Song Cheng spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood was so hot that it instantly turned into blood mist.
The aura on his body was stunned, and the blood mist around him almost dissipated.
But at this time, Song Cheng finally understood that what he encountered was not a thorny idea, but a terrifying character who wanted his life.
Gritting his teeth and taking off the blood that was about to be coughed up, Song Cheng jumped back a step, holding the knife in both hands and slashing it diagonally towards the ground.
At the same time as the long knife struck down, the third-order long knife in his hand instantly turned into powder and dissipated invisible.
The blood-red sword struck the ground, directly cutting the ground open.
A piece of ground that was a hundred feet long and a hundred feet wide was lifted up directly. At first, the ground was very thin.
The closer the ground is to Yiran, the thicker it becomes. When it reaches Yiran's feet, the ground is more than ten feet thick.
It's nothing more than cracking a mountain and splitting the ground. With a few strikes like this, it can definitely cut off a mountaintop.
After Song Cheng swung his sword, he turned around and ran away into the distance, completely ignoring the long sword that turned into powder and the spectacular scene he had caused.
With every step he took, all his strength exploded, and the blood mist that spread on his body dissipated a little.
The sword that should have been swung with all his strength actually left some half-baked energy for escaping!
Yiran had already anticipated Song Cheng's reaction. Since he knew he couldn't beat him, he would definitely find an opportunity to escape.
This eighth slash requires such a sacrifice of blood, so the cost of the ninth slash will definitely be even more shocking, so it is very likely that he will not use it unless absolutely necessary.
Yi Ran even felt that Song Cheng's martial arts skills were obviously wrong. Otherwise, the martial arts skills that were so majestic and majestic would suddenly become so bloody at the eighth cut?
Song Cheng had already escaped a distance of two hundred feet, and Yiran just took a step forward. In one step, the sword energy on his body exploded to a height of over a hundred feet.
Several feet of ground was lifted up, and as soon as it came into contact with the sword, the soil began to break into dust.
After taking the second step, the hundred-foot-high ground was split into two, turning into countless rubbles that fell like hailstones.
Taking the third step, he was already a hundred feet away.
Song Cheng exploded with all his strength and reached several miles away in a few breaths.
The blood mist that spread over the body had completely disappeared, and it was obvious that it was no longer possible to maintain this speed.
Just when he thought he had gotten rid of the young man who called himself Yi Ran, he stopped to take a breath and wanted to look back, but he heard a voice coming from his side.
"The power of blood is now exhausted?"
"Would you like to try the Ninth Slash?"
"If you can hurt me, how about I let you go?"
After hearing three questions in a row, Song Cheng was already frightened to death. There was no trace of the masterful demeanor of the Great Wuzong.
Song Cheng was so frightened that he lay down on the ground, covered in blood, and crawled back with his hands on the ground. He was so miserable.
His lips were trembling: "Don't kill me, don't kill me. I'll be your ox and horse, a thug of the Great Wuzong. I'll kill whoever you want me to kill."
Seeing Yiran silently walking towards him slowly, Song Cheng's arms trembled and he couldn't hold himself up and fell down several times.
"Let me go, let me go. I, I, I, I will pass on the martial arts of Nine Breaks to you, as well as all the materials I have stolen over the years."
Yiran grinned, but without any emotion. In Song Cheng's opinion, it was the ultimate horror.
"If you haven't used the Ninth Slash, then there is no point in keeping you. If I kill you, everything you say belongs to me, and you are so weak and work as my servant. I am afraid that you will think of stabbing me behind my back again. .”
Every time Yi Ran took a step forward, Song Cheng crawled back two steps, begging for mercy, but there was no sign of using the ninth cut.
"Let me go, let me go," a voice echoed in the forest, and the miserable and embarrassed figure no longer looked like a great martial artist.
Song Cheng is only about the same age as Huang Zhan, but he has surpassed Huang Zhan in two major realms.
Regardless of talent or character, Song Cheng is actually far inferior to Huang Zhan. In the final analysis, it just comes down to inheritance.
"Haha, it's boring." Looking at Song Cheng who refused to use his sword even to the death, Yiran actually had a guess in his mind.
Perhaps the price paid for using this move may be life, which prevents Song Chengsheng from having the courage to use this move.
Without any mercy, Yiran walked towards Song Cheng.
With every step he takes, the green sword becomes more powerful.
When Yiran came to Song Cheng, the world was covered with green lotuses in full bloom.
Song Cheng looked at Qinglian, his expression extremely distorted, and it was completely difficult to hide the greed for martial arts that came from his bones.
However, in the next moment, the green sword disappeared in a flash, and a head flew high, but there was no fear on the face, only endless greed.
Yiran looked at the headless corpse that exuded a strong smell of blood and sighed, then bent down and took off Song Cheng's space ring from his finger, and disappeared in a few flashes.
Yiran had always killed monsters of the same level in single combat. After possessing the magic weapon, he even surpassed the level to kill the demon cultivator in Tongfu Inn.
When it comes to fighting against his own clan, the strong man who first joined the Great Wuzong turns out to be no longer strong.
Yiran held the martial arts book "Nine Breaks of the Sky" that he took out from Song Cheng's space ring in his hand, and he leisurely walked north while flipping through it.
Studying the nine martial arts skills carefully, Yiran always felt a little strange.
Because the power of the first six cuts is accumulated and superimposed, and it has reached its peak in the sixth cut, the power of that cut is comparable to Xuan-level martial arts.
However, although the two subsequent slashes lost their momentum, their power became ridiculously stronger, but they were somewhat incompatible with the first six slashes.
It's more like a person with amazing talent and beauty. After creating the last three slashes, he casually added them to the six slashes.
Scroll through the martial arts to the end, "The ninth cut, destroy all things."
Burning the potential of essence and blood, at the cost of everything, he broke through the cage and caused a devastating blow.
The power is enough to truly reach the ground level martial arts, but the price is extremely terrible.
Burning other people's essence and blood to perform the eighth cut, Song Cheng did it without any hesitation.
When you need to burn your own essence and blood to perform the ninth slash, you don't have the courage even to die.
But in Yiran's opinion, Song Cheng took the wrong path after all.
Or maybe it could be said that these three cuts are only suitable for characters with earth-level mental skills.
The earth-level mind method can produce a qualitative change in the internal energy, and after the qualitative change in the internal energy, it becomes true energy!
Even if he doesn't have the pure Qi condensed by Yiran's nameless mental method, he can still be considered to have entered the realm of cultivation.
With true energy, you can feel the energy of heaven and earth, or the existence of spiritual energy.
The original intention of this "Eighth Cut, Devouring Heaven and Earth" is to forcibly absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and gather it in the body to explode with powerful power.
The harm of forcibly incorporating spiritual energy in this way is just damage to the meridians, which is not a serious injury.
When the martial arts skills fell into Song Cheng's hands, he had no true energy, could not feel the spiritual energy, and could not forcibly absorb the spiritual energy.
But he took an unusual path, which was to absorb the blood essence of the monks!
Although it was a rough road, it still showed the power of this move.
After reading through it, Yiran also started learning directly.
The Heaven-breaking Nine Sword is much stronger than the Star-cutting Sword. Although it is not as terrifying as the Green Lotus Sword, it is suitable for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.
Moreover, when Yiran uses the "Eighth Slash, Devouring Heaven and Earth", its power will definitely be even more terrifying.
About an hour after Yiran left, a patrol team of ten people came to the place where the ancient trees had been chopped down.
All ten people clenched their fists and looked angry.
"Damn it, you're robbing and killing young talents from other principalities here again."
"These thieves are really audacious. This place is only twenty miles away from the city. Aren't you afraid that the city's masters will find out and kill him?"
At this time, a young chubby man wearing a brocade robe glanced at his mouth and said:
"We definitely have to have internal agents in the city to capture the movements of those geniuses."
"And if you dare to take action so boldly, you definitely have a backer in the city, and you don't have to worry about the consequences at all."
"Mo Fan, be silent, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth. The person who can cause such signs of fighting must have peak fifth-level strength at least, and it is probably the Great Wuzong. How strong the power behind him must be."
"It's a pity that genius. I hope he can escape. He's just hanging."
The older man had a solemn expression on his face. He had obviously seen this kind of thing a lot, but he just wanted to change this hidden danger but was unable to do so.
The young man who was called Mo Fan glanced at his mouth, but finally said nothing.
When Yiran returned here, he happened to see ten people arriving and heard their conversation.
However, he did not show his head. After listening for a while, he ducked away and secretly made up his mind to come back and kill those behind him when he became stronger.
Since we want the whole world to fight against World of Warcraft, how can we allow such a thing to hunt down the geniuses of the younger generations to exist!
As a senior, you should break through the mountains and clear the way for those who come after you, allowing martial arts to climb higher mountains.
The Great Wuzong was here to rob and kill, and most of the geniuses were here to drink their hatred. How many young people could compete with Yiran?
Evil deeds that should be punished by everyone have appeared openly outside the capital of Dou Sen Principality.
So what will the Holy Law Empire be like? No wonder the file left by Tang Wudi said, "Those who are not more talented than others should not go to the empire."
If you continue to avoid it like this, the inheritance will eventually continue to decline, which will actually be of no benefit to the prosperity of the principality.
Every cornerstone of the country that supports the principality is built on its own.
If you know that the power exists and choose to escape directly, will it really be beneficial to your growth over time?
At this moment, Yiran felt the cruelty of Tang Wudi's economy, but also felt a little sad about the motto he left behind.
Strong, it should be beaten!
Instead of blindly avoiding concessions and seeking so-called opportunities.
After getting used to avoiding kneeling, can you really stand up again?
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