Heavenly Spirit clutched his chest, his eyes showed an incredible look, and he muttered: "Impossible, impossible, the art of loss is one of the nine great thaumaturgies of the primeval world, how can I defeat me, I am unwilling."
Fengyun looked at him calmly, the temperament of the whole person became more and more dusty, if it was a sky-high sword before, then at this time he himself is a natural way, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and he is not stained with the slightest dust.
There was no mockery or pity in his eyes, but a sparkle of wisdom.
"The Lost Technique is indeed terrifying, if you are someone else, even more advanced than my cultivation, you may be defeated."
When Fengyun said this, his voice paused, and he continued to speak: "When I was a child, I didn't have anything to grow, so I only had this sword.
It has been integrated into my soul, my imprint.
Unless you erase me, it will be difficult to remove my obsession with the sword. ” "Paranoid thing, paranoia, I should have thought of it, in the ancient times, your Sword Sect Master was like this, but I didn't expect you to be such a person."
Blood flowed out of his fingers, drop by drop, turning into a delicate flower, so desolate, so beautiful.
"I'm not defeated in your hands, I'm defeated in the hands of luck."
Tianling's face was unwilling.
In fact, for anyone who has learned the Nine Ancient Thaumaturgy, he will choose to challenge the heroes of the world and become famous in one fell swoop.
His own cultivation is extremely high, and he has faintly stepped into the realm of merger.
It can be said that with the technique of loss, he can completely defeat ordinary monks against the sky.
But he just challenged the storm, maybe this is the so-called fate More than nine hundred sword intents were frantically destroying his body and destroying his vitality, and there was no light in the eyes of the Heavenly Spirit, as if he was thinking about something.
A moment later, he brushed his large hand at the wound, and a mysterious power surged, and his wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is incredible for a lot of people.
Bai Yi is an example, you must know that Bai Yi was directly shattered by more than nine hundred sword intents of Fengyun just now, and finally had to re-cultivate.
But why is this heavenly spirit so strong, just by swiping it with his hand, he can recover his wounds.
"Could it be that this is the Venerable Technique of the Nine Ancient Divine Arts?"
An old man was shocked.
"The only one of the Nine Great Divine Techniques that does not have any attack power, but it is the first of the Nine Great Divine Arts."
A middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a blazing feeling, the Zun Technique does not have any attack power, but it has an incomparable mystery, that is, no matter how many serious injuries you have, you can recover in an instant.
This is undoubtedly too rebellious, and everyone present is a masterpiece.
When they learned what kind of magic was in the hands of the heavenly spirits, they were all moved.
There is no way, as long as you learn this magic technique, then it will be difficult to really fall in the future.
Moreover, even if you fight at the same level, you can completely ignore life and death, because you have the anti-heaven divine skill.
Shui Mengyao's skin was like condensed fat, her beautiful eyes were fluorescent, and she glanced around with a pair of wonderful eyes, and said softly: "It seems that there will be a big battle later." ” "The Nine Ancient Divine Arts, each of which is enough to make many people crazy.
Not to mention that the Heavenly Spirit alone combines the two major divine arts.
Canghai, golden light, you quickly enter my world.
Zi Ning said with a solemn face.
The Heavenly Spirit sensitively sensed the undisguised killing intent around him, even the people of his own clan.
"Heavenly Spirit, hand over the two great divine arts in your hands, and I can keep you safe."
The domineering god of war tore through the void and stood tall in mid-air.
The fighting spirit of the whole body was full of vigor, and it soared straight into the nine heavens.
Tianling's pupils shrank, and he felt a great deal of pressure from the other party's body.
However, he has the art of losing in his hands, and he doesn't have much fear.
He looked at Fengyun and said in a deep voice, "Help me leave, I can send you a creation." ” Fengyun was unmoved, his eyes were retracted from the immortal sword in his hand, and he said lightly: "I don't have to, I came here just to win a hundred consecutive victories, and then seize the Merge Dao Immortal Fruit."
As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me. ” "The Harmony Immortal Fruit is certainly precious, but it is not much difficulty for your talent and luck to enter.
The creation I gave you is much heavier than the Hedao Immortal Fruit.
As he spoke, he took out a book made of unknown materials from his bosom.
The four big characters shone brightly, filled with the vast primeval atmosphere.
"The Art of Loss."
There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he still resolutely threw it at Fengyun.
Fengyun's face changed greatly, and he instantly understood what the other party meant.
He actually wants to cause trouble and focus the contradictions on himself, which is really despicable.
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However, in the face of the oncoming Lost Technique, one of the Nine Great Divine Techniques of the Ancient World, he had no reason to refuse this great opportunity.
Thinking of this, no longer hesitating, Fengyun took a step forward, and was about to catch the book with one hand.
At this moment, a young girl came fluttering, and Qianqiansu reached forward with her hand.
Fengyun snorted coldly, his heart moved slightly, the girl's bare hand was greatly hindered, not to mention, the bare hand slashed at his neck.
"What a domineering situation, break it for me."
The girl burst into a shout, and the whole person burst out with billions of supreme brilliance, cutting off Fengyun's heart sword technique.
But in the middle of this delay, Fengyun reached out and grabbed the lost technique.
He turned the first page, and saw a single word written on it.
"Forget."
What an ancient word it is Fengyun just glanced at it, and he felt the urge to give up everything.
Forget the three thousand worlds, forget the abyss of red dust, forget yourself.
That forgetting word has a terrible magic, just for a moment there is an urge to make Fengyun forget everything.
But fortunately, Fengyun has already experienced the bombardment of the art of forgetting just now, and the mental endurance has reached a higher level.
His eyes bloomed with supreme color, and the two constantly rotating magic swords communicated yin and yang, forming a yin and yang Taiji sword diagram.
"Break it for me."
Fengyun shouted.
That Tai Chi Immortal Diagram was constantly running, withstanding waves of attacks from the Forgetting Technique.
When the attack weakened, Fengyun withdrew the Forgetting Technique, pointed at the light as a sword, and pointed directly at the forgotten word.
The forgotten word shattered with a thud, turning into a little fluorescent and entering the center of Fengyun's eyebrows.
Seeing this scene, the heavenly spirits had an urge to cry.
It took an unknown amount of time to refine this art of forgetting.
But the other party is good, he actually started directly from the source and completed the cultivation of forgetting words in an instant, which is also too rebellious.
In fact, this is also to blame him, he calculated that Fengyun will definitely ask for that spell, and he will definitely check it, so he made a little move on that forgotten word, which is why the moment Fengyun opened it, he automatically attacked when he forgot the word.
It's just that Tianling didn't calculate one thing, that is, forgetting the word became hostile to Fengyun.
The art of forgetting is the Nine Ancient Divine Techniques, and this book has gone through such a long period of time, and it has naturally produced a certain amount of spiritual wisdom.
In its subconscious, apart from several other divine arts, there is no supernatural power that can compete with itself.
It's just that it didn't expect Fengyun to actually resist the attack of the Heavenly Spirit.
Therefore, when he forgot to attack Fengyun, this technique also moved.
It's just that its strength is limited, and instead of getting the wind and clouds, it has also been pulled away from its origin.
When Fengyun completely absorbed the essence of forgetting words, he suddenly woke up.
Then he felt the frenzied energy around him.
A seven-colored light shield appeared around him, guarding his side.
He just glanced at it and understood the general idea.
There must be someone who wants to fight for the art of forgetting in their hands, and they are in the realm of enlightenment, and this is a great opportunity for them.
Shui Mengyao stood beside him and said lightly: "How is it?"
Fengyun hurriedly said, "Thank you, senior."
"Those who have attained the cultivation realm are respected, but since the beginning of his practice, Fengyun has regarded Guo Ming as his spiritual leader and his own faith.
And Shui Mengyao, as his wife, is a must to maintain respect.
"Well, the situation is not good, you have to be careful."
Outside the energy shield, the corpses of four strong men lay quietly.
Blood slowly flowed and flowed all over the ground.
A girl in a purple robe stood proudly in the air, and said lightly: "Fengyun is my friend, who dares to touch him" "Zining, you are from my blue-eyed clan, why do you want to help people from other clans" "Zining, are you going to betray your faith?"
"All I know is that I have lived a humiliating life in the Blue-Eyed Clan, while I have experienced true dignity in the Terran Clan."
"Yes, have you forgotten your parents?"
a bewitching voice came, but it was a blue-eyed woman in red who said softly.
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Zi Ning's eyes froze, and the light in her eyes gradually softened.
"Have you forgotten your sister, do you know where she is now after the reincarnation of the hundred generations?"
The ferocity in Zi Ning's eyes converged, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
"Also, have you forgotten your race, can you really forget your beliefs, do you know whose blood is flowing in your body" The other party's voice was very soft and soft, and in the place where it could not be seen in the void, it caused the resonance of several laws, constantly eroding Zi Ning's mind.
"It doesn't matter whose blood flows in my body, and as for faith, it has nothing to do with you."
The look in the purple eyes suddenly turned into clarity, and the supreme color bloomed in the eyes, and with a bang, it turned into a heavenly soldier and pressed over.
The blue-eyed woman in red screamed, her eyes exploded directly, blood mixed with flesh flowed down, and she looked extremely miserable.
"A little bewitchment technique also wants to confuse me, it's really looking for death."
Zi Ning retracted the glint in her eyes and said lightly
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