Chapter 375 You don’t understand swords

Chapter 375 You don’t understand swords

"Mr. Wei's disciples are indeed the best among men!"

Yuan Menghua's eyes lit up, and then he sighed in his heart.

Mr. Wei has had two direct disciples in his life. One is Cao Jinxian, a wizard of swordsmanship and beast control, and a senior brother he admires.

The other one was Yu Changsheng, a name he had heard Ruan Hao mention once before, the last time Mr. Wei came out in person to accept disciples.

However, at that time, Yu Changsheng's cultivation was not obvious, and in Yuan Menghua's eyes, he was still a junior who needed to be taken care of, but now this junior brought him a huge surprise.

Disciples are the hope of Wanxiang Sect, and he now sees hope in Yu Changsheng.

"This boy is like Cao Jinxian!"

"Even if the entire sect is destroyed, we cannot let him die here!"

Yuan Menghua's heart skipped a beat, and he slashed upward with the sword in his hand. Three thousand sword lights spread out instantly, cutting through the sky for thousands of miles, and at the same time, it also knocked away Yang Ninghong's nine-pecking needle.

"This old immortal still has some energy left!"

Yang Ninghong gritted his teeth angrily and cursed secretly. He made a spell and cast a spell. The magic walls blocked the opponent's sword light. At the same time, nine pecks of needles turned one into nine, and nine afterimages stabbed towards Yuan Menghua. The power was no weaker than Yuan Menghua's three thousand sword lights. .

"It's worth trading my dying body for the hope of the sect!"

"My swordsmanship is not as good as that of Senior Brother Cao, but how can a mere local dog from the Yang family bully me!"

"Let you see, my sword is not sharp at the end!"

As the sword rose, Yuan Menghua's eyes flashed, like the light of a sharp sword.

At this moment, five illusory doorframes appeared behind him. These five doorframes exuded purple energy, but they were also contaminated with the atmosphere of decay.

"Zi Mansion Gate, Five Directions Sword Technique!"

Yuan Menghua made a seal, and the shadows of five swords quickly appeared in the five illusory doors.

These five sword shadows represent the five sword energies at his peak, and are also the last essence of his life. After killing him, it means that all his energy, energy and spirit have been exhausted, and it is impossible for gods to save him.

"Zi Mansion Gate, you old thing!"

Seeing this, Yang Ninghong was startled and retreated violently.

What is the gate of the Zi Mansion? It is the same as the foundation building and the golden elixir. It represents the symbol of the Zi Mansion and is also the lifeblood of their True Lord Zi Mansion.

Why the Golden Pill can only live for a thousand years, but the Zifu can live for thousands of years? It's because their essence is always sealed in the Zifu gate. As long as the Zifu gate is immortal, their Zifu True Lord will have it. Various means can be used to extend life and survive.

Even a Zifu like Yuan Menghua, who is approaching his longevity, can slow down the passage of his longevity through seclusion.

The True Lord of the Purple Mansion can condense up to nine Purple Mansion Gates. Three of them represent the blood essence, which is the qi and blood of the physical body. If the qi and blood of the Purple Mansion Gate are not destroyed, the physical body can be nourished. The other three represent magic power, which represents the Purple Mansion. The power of the government is inexhaustible.

The last three are gods, both spiritual consciousness and soul.

If these three are condensed and intact, even if your physical body is destroyed and your magic power dries up, your soul can leave your body and seize others to be reborn, or you can become a ghost cultivator and exist in the spirit body, and you will not die immediately after death.

This is the specialness of Zifu. The power of Zifu is completely different from that of Jindan. One is heaven and the other is earth.

Now among Yuan Menghua's five purple mansion gates, the first three Qi and Blood gates have turned purple and black, which means that his physical life is approaching.

Then there are two mana gates, one of which is intact and the other is broken.

This is also the reason why he stopped moving forward after reaching the peak of Zifu, and his longevity is not as good as other Zifu. It is also because he had an accident when he was young or during training, which caused damage to his foundation.

"With the sword in my hand, open the sky!"

Yuan Menghua clenched the sword in his hand, opened his eyes, and swung the sword.

The sword shadow in the first Zifu gate flew out with his movements, and the sword screamed.

The mighty swordsmanship and the true peak pressure of Zifu enveloped Yang Ninghong, letting him know that the old man in front of him was trying his best!

"Damn it! How could this happen!"

This is the worst ending for Yang Ninghong.

He obviously saw that the other party was frustrated and disturbed by his offensive words, but why did he suddenly become angry, as if he saw hope!

Yang Ninghong didn't have time to think, he cursed angrily and immediately cast a spell.

"Fire Snare!"

The phantom of nine pecked needles used his magic to weave a nine-fold net in front of him, trying to block the mighty shadow of the sword.

This sword opens the sky!

It is different from Cao Jinxian's Taichu Opening Sword, but it also has a hint of the same meaning.

This is a sword technique that Yuan Menghua created after seeing Cao Jinxian's sword when he was young.

He once thought about surpassing Cao Jinxian, but gradually, he could only look up at Cao Jinxian's back. It was not until Cao Jinxian finally disappeared that it was his time.

"Senior Brother Cao, if you saw this sword, how much would you judge it in your heart?"

Yuan Menghua smiled at the corner of his mouth, leaving a trace of blood, and the illusory first Zifu gate behind him shattered.

At the same time, what was also broken was the nine-layered snare in front of him.

"Ahhh!"

"I don't believe it, it's just a dying Zifu peak person!"

Yang Ninghong roared angrily, exerting his magic power to the extreme. He pressed his five palms forward, and his five fingers pressed on the Nine Pecking Needle like five mountains, forcing it to pierce the sword shadow that was killing him in front of him.

The strength of the True Lord of the Purple Mansion may be high or low. Maybe his cultivation level cannot represent everything, but the number of the gates of the Purple Mansion can definitely represent the strength of a True Lord of the Purple Mansion.

As for Yang Ninghong, the strongest Zifu in the Yang family, he only has three Zifu gates. Even if he reaches the peak of Zifu in the future, he may only have five at the highest.

No, with his current talent, he may not even be able to reach the peak of the Zi Mansion, let alone gather two Zi Mansion gates.

Yuan Menghua's five Zifu gates are not his limit, but they must be Yang Ninghong's limit.

Therefore, the high and low of the two can be seen at a glance.

"break!"

Yuan Menghua uttered one word gently, and the next moment, the sword shadow tore apart the black clouds, turning the sky thousands of miles into white light.

"Bang bang bang!"

Nine pecked needles shattered inch by inch.

This magic weapon that Yang Ninghong Wen had raised for hundreds of years was shattered by Yuan Menghua's sword.

However, Yang Ninghong also got a chance to breathe. He pulled hard with his palm and smashed the broken black cloud, nine pecking needles, and net onto the remaining sword energy.

By the time the sword energy reached him, it no longer had the power to hurt his life.

"Damn damn old thing!"

Yang Ninghong gritted his teeth and glanced at his palm, only to see a cut on it.

Yuan Menghua looked at the other party, took a step forward without fear or arrogance, and then the second door of Zi Mansion lit up.

"I see you still have a few lives left to waste!!!"

Yang Ninghong shouted angrily, and then offered up a pagoda, colorful.

But under Yuan Menghua's next sword blow, this top-quality spiritual treasure was shattered. At the same time, Yang Ninghong's robe was also cut open, and the black inner armor on his chest was exposed.

"You really cherish your life, with so many body-protecting spiritual treasures."

Yuan Menghua casually smashed the door of Zi Mansion again.

"But, no matter how much, you will die today."

When the sword rose, the inner armor was shattered, and half of Yang Ninghong's body was almost broken off. However, thanks to Zifu's Qi and Blood Gate, he still survived this sword attack.

"Hahaha, you are still old after all, and you don't have overwhelming strength. How can you kill me!" Yang Ninghong swallowed the pill, stared at the last two Zifu gates behind the opponent, and laughed.

"You only have one intact Zifu gate left, and one broken Zifu gate. The sword energy sealed inside has limited power. I can withstand it with my backhand."

"If you obediently waste time with me and hold me back, there may still be hope when reinforcements arrive, hahaha!"

Yang Ninghong once again offered up a spiritual treasure, which was a large shield full of ancient charm. It was obvious at a glance that it was very good at defense, so he laughed even more wildly than before.

"Yes, there is still one intact Zifu gate left."

Yuan Menghua's eyes were firm, and then he raised the sword in his hand. The light of the sword made Yang Ninghong feel the unprecedented danger.

At this moment, Yang Ninghong's hair stood on end, and he suddenly remembered that the first three doors of Yuan Menghua's Purple Mansion, which represented the aura, were not intact, but instead filled with the aura of decay.

And the last one, not to mention, was so broken that it was almost impossible to tell that it was the main gate of Zi Mansion.

The more intact the gate of Zi Mansion is, the stronger the sword shadow sealed inside will naturally be.

When Yang Ninghong realized this, he opened his mouth and murmured.

"But, how can you still have the magic power to activate it?"

The stronger the spell, the more mana support the sword moves naturally require. Yuan Menghua has already slashed so many swords, his breath is dry, and his life is approaching, how can he use mana?

This time, Yuan Menghua showed a smile, but when Yang Ninghong saw this smile, it was extremely scary.

"You don't understand swords."

"Sword, so what if there is no law?"

"The sword of the sword cultivator is carried by the Tao!"

The sky lit up again, and along with the sound of the intact Zifu gate breaking, the roar of the avenue also sounded.

It is the consensus among monks all over the world that swordsmanship is respected and swordsmanship is the first in attack.

What a sword cultivator needs all over again is not his magic power, but the sword in his hand and the way of the sword in his heart.

At this moment, this sword was extremely bright, lighting up the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, driving away the mist that had persisted for thousands of years in the Yunwu Mountains, and also allowing the countless disciples of the Wanxiang Sect below who were being hunted to see hope and a lighthouse.

"puff!"

The blood dispersed like mist, and the large shield in front of Yang Ninghong dispersed like dust.

He glanced down, and then his consciousness and soul were enveloped by the light of the sword light, and they were instantly wiped out, without even a chance for reincarnation in the future.

"This is my true destiny."

Yuan Menghua held the sword and closed his eyes, his breath plummeted, and the last broken Zifu gate behind him slowly disappeared.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Old guy, with your current strength, it is simply wishful thinking to defeat us quickly. Once the Phantom Dragon kills your disciple, it will be your turn."

True Lord Hailong sneered, standing on a blue sub-dragon, setting off waves of turbulent waves and pressing towards the black wind spirit dragon ahead.

At the same time, next to the waves, there was another beast-controlling formation. It was a dragon summoned by True Lord Phantom Dragon. It was white in color and had threads in its eyes. It was called a hallucinogenic dragon. It was good at creating illusions. , control the enemy.

The black wind spirit dragon is naturally stronger than these two sub-dragons in terms of bloodline, but it is trapped in the waves and unable to move forward. Even if it spreads its wings and spins, with the strong wind around it, it cannot cut through these waves. Whenever it wants to When it flies out, it will be controlled by the hallucinogenic dragon.

It is difficult for two hands to beat the four punches, but the strength of the Black Wind Spirit Dragon has strengthened, and Mr. Wei is assisting with his spiritual consciousness. It is not easy for True Lord Hailong to kill him, so he can only fall into a deadlock.

"Hehehe, I have heard your legend in the past, especially the Cao Jinxian you trained, who is the light of Wuzhou's beast control world. It's a pity that something happened, causing your Wanxiang Sect to plummet. Then This genius has also disappeared, otherwise our Spirit Dragon Sect would not be able to squeeze into the three sects and six sects, and now it would be even more impossible to destroy you, hahaha."

True Monarch Hai Long laughed loudly, and with a pinch of his fingers, the waves turned into whirlpools, controlling the claws of the Black Wind Spirit Dragon, and shouted: "Invert the Sea Dragon, hang it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, layers of sharp water flowed up in the whirlpool of the waves, and with the roar of the inverted sea dragon, the scales of the black wind spirit dragon's claws were cut open.

"Ouch!" The Black Wind Spirit Dragon screamed in pain, its claws dripping with blood.

"You, the Spirit Dragon Sect, enslave the Yalong and use cruel methods to promote the growth of the Yalong. Regardless of its pain and emotions, you will eventually destroy yourself."

"Blue-Eyed Holy Snake!" Mr. Wei snorted coldly.

The blue-green eyes of the Blue-Eyed Holy Snake erupted with two rays of green light, stopping the whirlpool, and extended its tail to bring out the Black Wind Spirit Dragon.

At this time, True Lord Tianlong, who was fighting the Black and Yellow Spirit Turtle next to him, seemed to see hope and gave an order.

"Five Elements Mysterious Bird, Five Elements Divine Light!"

Five rays of light of different colors rose from behind him, like five divine spears stabbing the Black Wind Spirit Dragon's body, further aggravating its injuries.

Just when True Lord Tianlong wanted to attack further and get rid of the Black Wind Spirit Dragon.

"Where are you looking, little one!"

The black and yellow spirit turtle roared angrily, and slapped the ground with its claws. A sharp stone pillar rose from the feet of True Lord Tianlong.

Tianlong Zhenjun's expression changed, and when he wanted to call out his Cangshui Yalong and Five Elements Black Bird for body protection, it was too late, so he had to press down with one hand to condense the shield with his magic power.

But Tianlong Zhenjun's beast master is not a magician who has specialized in shielding. Even with the magic power of Zifu, he can't withstand the attack of the black and yellow turtle.

"Poof!" The next second, Tianlong Zhenjun's palm was pierced. Fortunately, the Five Elements Black Bird used its attack in time to destroy the stone pillar. Otherwise, his chest might have been pierced.

"Damn it!" True Lord Tianlong flew into the air and glared at the black and yellow turtle.

This black and yellow spirit turtle with huge defensive power was difficult to injure with his two beasts. Unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to attack the black wind spirit dragon once, and he was even injured by it.

"The injury is not serious, but the black wind spirit dragon is hanging, hahaha."

"It doesn't matter if True Lord Phantom Dragon is not here. Wei Zhengfa, you are getting old after all, but you have lived your life well enough after living for so long. Why bother to resist needlessly anymore!"

True Lord Tianlong called out Mr. Wei's name for the first time, his eyes full of provocation.

Mr. Wei stood next to the Blue Eyed Holy Snake and said: "I am here, and the Wanxiang Sect is here." (End of Chapter)