"Not bad, not bad." Wilkin looked satisfied. As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the table, raised his head slightly, and said loudly with a proud look on his face: "How is it? I told you, you can definitely win against that Jin Can."
"What the Bishop said is that this subordinate is blind."
The middle-aged man hurriedly handed over his hand with a convinced look on his face, and his voice softened a bit: "Then we will continue to press the Golden Warriors to win?" They received the news that the Golden Warriors would fight again in three days at noon.
"Press, why not press? Give me as much pressure as you can!" Wilkin said loudly. As he spoke, the scene when he met Platinum Bishop Turalyon three days ago appeared in his mind. The old guy looked like a licker. He looked like he wanted to fly over and call the Holy Son daddy.
There must be some inside story that I don't know about. His Royal Highness the Holy Son has something. It shouldn't be difficult to win 39 consecutive games, right? Will the majestic Holy Son of Wuhun Palace be worse than Tang Hao?
If their strength was poor, how could the group of titled elders in the Consecration Hall be willing to accept the orders of the Holy Son? Nowadays, the Pope's Palace and the Enshrinement Palace can work together as one. According to the old guy Turalyon, it seems to have something to do with His Royal Highness the Holy Son.
By the way, that guy Turalyon seems to be getting stronger again. Is it possible that he can break through the title ban even though he is almost over 100 years old? Wilkin felt sad because they were all college instructors in the same class, but he was still a Soul Saint. Why is the gap between people so big?
What about running around in the sunset together and picking up female tutors together as promised? Why did you go solo, Tugouzi!
The streets in Gengxin City are wide and extend in all directions, and the temperature is still very low at night. The wind howled hard and the window frames rattled. But the difference from the past is that tonight's night is no longer pitch black, and the streets are no longer deserted. The lights on the street drive away the night, reflecting the orange color, and the noisy crowds come and go, warming the air.
This city full of wind and sand has rarely opened a nightclub mode.
Even hotel meals have increased in price.
Ning Xiaotian ordered two more spicy rabbit heads, and he and his dog son ate happily.
After eating and drinking, continue practicing the Soul Condensation Sword.
Not long after, eight illusory flying swords were arranged in a fan shape behind his head. He was going to consume all his soul power before practicing the reincarnation technique, and at the same time brush up on his proficiency in condensing the sword body. Whatever you shout for is the beauty of a man.
For example: "Here comes the sword!"
If nothing else, he's handsome!
While he was concentrating, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought to himself: "What should I do if I encounter an iron bastard opponent like today in the killing city in the future?"
"For example, the opponent's martial spirit is a shield or simply a bastard martial spirit with high defense. Tang San has even encountered Contra in the Hell Killing Fields. He has attack and control martial spirits, but I don't. !”
"With my soul power and physical exertion, I will definitely not be able to defeat those high-level soul masters. It will be difficult for me if I am beaten."
"Besides, my flying sword shouldn't be able to pierce the defense of this type of soul master, and harassment can't withstand a large number of people. Can I only use poison?" Ning Xiaotian thought about it, and his brows gradually wrinkled, "But what if it happens? For example, the opposite side Several control types formed a group to tie me up. Wouldn't it be 100% sure that they would hang me up and whip me? There are also repulsive types that can blow away poison, such as those with attributes such as wind and fire."
"Damn, it would be great if I could fly. If I throw a few hidden weapons in the sky and release poisonous gas, no one will be able to get close to me."
"Fly!?" Ning Xiaotian was shocked and jumped up on the spot, "Sword Douluo can fly with a sword, why can't I?" His eyes lit up and he murmured: "Flying with a sword, that's It’s the fairy dream of countless people.”
"Why didn't I think of this before? I can handle a sword now." Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian slapped his forehead and waved his hand to disperse the flying swords behind his head, leaving only the most solid one, which he controlled to fly towards his feet. go.
Concentrating his concentration, the flying sword hovered steadily two fingers above the ground.
"The essence of flying with a sword should be that a certain form can carry the weight of the human body and still float." Ning Xiaotian thought, "So it should be feasible for me to control the flying sword to lift myself up with my strong mental power. .”
That's how it should be!
Thinking of this, he stepped lightly with his right foot and instantly felt a slight pressure in his mind.
This sense of repulsion seems feasible!
I raised my left foot like this again.
"Pah!" Ning Xiaotian leaned back, his butt landed on the ground, and the flying sword drifted to one side. My head was buzzing, there was a strong feeling of swelling and pain, water was dancing in front of my eyes, and I even had a feeling of vomiting in my throat.
This is definitely not airsickness.
"What's going on? When fighting Sword Douluo with Bone Douluo, it feels quite easy to use. Just step on it and take off." Ning Xiaotian blinked his eyes, his head shook slightly, and his right hand was afraid of hitting his chest, soothing Discomfort.
"Isn't that how it works? Why do I feel that the high school physics knowledge I learned in my previous life is not very useful? That's right, I have traveled through the fantasy world, how can I still use scientific thinking to explain it. Newton, Newton, your coffin is closed soon .”
"Do we still need to consider gravity and repulsion? I don't know how to do this." Ning Xiaotian scratched his head unwillingly, "Or another way of thinking, control the soul power to continuously erupt under the sword to form power? This soul power should not be able to withstand it. Or is it? You said you need to control the flying sword to move quickly to bring yourself up? No, no, Sword Douluo stepped on it directly at that time."
The train of thought suddenly stopped.
Ning Xiaotian stared at the flying sword on the ground in a daze, his brows furrowed, and his mind recalled over and over again what Sword Douluo had taught him, as well as the scenes when Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Golden Crocodile Douluo were dueling each other.
"In the battle between Sword Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo, he needed to fly quickly to high altitude to distance himself. It seems that he used his third soul skill, Sword Wings as Flying. But usually when he was rushing in the sect, he would step on the sword He was flying at low altitude and looked very leisurely. He probably didn't use any soul skills at this time. Is there a connection between them?" Ning Xiaotian thought.
"Is it because you are familiar with soul skills?"
"Or is it because you successfully created the unique skill of combining man and sword later?"
"Sword Douluo once said that after he practiced distraction control, he achieved the ultimate control over his body and soul power. Later, through many studies of his own soul skills and martial arts, he finally realized the human sword. A masterpiece of unity.”
"On this point, when he was teaching me, the most common thing he said was: Treat the sword as a part of your body." Ning Xiaotian recalled.
"Think of the sword as part of your body."
Touching his chin, lost in thought.
"I can now easily control the long sword condensed with soul power to fly freely. In addition to my strong mental power and soul power control, there is also the most fundamental reason, that is, this soul power was cultivated by myself. energy."
"But my physical body is not energy."
"It's still very heavy!" Ning Xiaotian added in his heart.
Although his current height is only 1.75 meters without shoes, his weight is more than 150 kilograms.
Soul masters absorb soul rings and soul bones, which have the effect of strengthening the physical body, plus they cultivate their own soul power. This results in the density of the soul master's bones and muscles being high, and even his height has skyrocketed. It can almost be regarded as an evolution from the inside out.
It is precisely for this reason that it is extremely rare for low-level soul masters to marry high-level soul masters on the mainland.
She may look petite, fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, and soft, but what about her weight and strength?
Hard to tell at a glance.
Especially the girl who is a beast soul master of the attack and defense types. She is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 160 centimeters. She has a voluptuous figure and a beautiful face. She can carry her husband. She sleeps hard and sleeps all night. Her voice is charming: "Husband, stay with me." I ride a horse.”
"Ah! Stop, stop, stop, the waist is broken!"
(End of chapter)
