Within this ri, even the fastest Saint Master is difficult to set foot in the huge Xiongcheng without a corner, just like Yun Qin has been established for about ten years, the most lively Saint Master in the world of cultivators, there are destined to be many Saint Master battles that are rare in the world.
The Saint Master Battle, just like the battle that took place between Nangong Weiyang and that True Dragon Guard in True Dragon Mountain, when it was mentioned, it reminded people of a powerful flying sword.
But this world's largest majestic city itself is a place where otherworldly masters of various genres gather.
Ten years before the founding of the Kingdom of Yun Qin, which Ni Henian missed, there were many more saint masters who fought in various ways than now, and it was not just a way to fly a sword.
In this battle between him and Zhong Cheng, there was no flying sword.
Zhong Cheng walked in countless whirlwinds and walked towards the Year of the Crane.
The originally sunny world, because of countless wind currents, made the surrounding scenery seem to fall into a confusion.
Bell City is like walking in a fog, and this fog covers the city.
In the distortion of the light generated by these countless wind currents, many mirror-like shadows also flashed, and the disorder of the vitality made it impossible to judge the specific distance between him and himself from both perception and sight.
However, Ni Henian's expression was calm, his crane hair was blown by the wind and danced in the air, but his body didn't move at all, just watching Zhong Cheng approach.
Zhong Cheng walked in front of Ni Henian.
His hands were raised, placed in front of the dantian, and the majestic soul power of the saint master to the extreme, gushed out from between his arms, chest and abdomen, and in an instant, his hands and the dantian were full of brilliance, just like holding up a bright moon.
Then he held this round of bright moon and bumped into Ni Henian very simply.
It is for the bright moon to beat.
It's for a hit.
Previously, the accumulation of soul power in the body, shaking and disturbing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, causing wind currents and distorting light, creating illusions and making the opponent unable to judge the specific distance, these are very wonderful and unimaginable methods for ordinary cultivators, but they are not the strongest Dao in Zhongcheng.
He, the strongest cultivator of the Zhong family, and the strongest path of penance, is to burst out all the power at one time.
The power of the soul, the power of the soul power, one blast, only one hit.
With one blow, he didn't have the strength to deliver a second blow.
Success is also a blow, and defeat is also a blow, so this blow is extraordinarily domineering and indomitable.
Zhong Cheng hugged Mingyue, and the moment his body completely turned into a thumping momentum, all the stones on the ground around him jumped upwards and flew up.
The air around him, with the sharp eruption and contraction of his soul power, was sharply condensed in the bright moon he was holding, and the jumping stones still violated the rules of weight in the world, and there was no sign of falling, but seemed to be suspended in the air.
Over the years, in the Zhongzhou City of JGCAI, whether it is the Holy Master who lives there, who has come and gone, or the Holy Master who has walked out of Zhongzhou City, few people dare to move the flying sword in front of Zhongcheng.
Because there were two Imperial Sword Masters who used flying swords on Zhong Cheng, and as a result, their flying swords were reduced to pieces under the blow of Zhong Cheng's bright moon, and the fragments flew upside down on their bodies.
What can be made into a flying sword is the toughest metal or spar in this world, otherwise it will be difficult to withstand countless stabs and collisions in an instant, and it will not be able to withstand the majestic soul power of the holy master himself, and completely defeat the power of a flying sword, which is naturally terrifying to the extreme.
However, in the face of Zhong Cheng's blow, Ni Henian's hands only stretched out from the extremely expensive sleeves of his robe and calmly rested on Zhong Cheng's hands.
Countless stones are suspended in the air.
The moment Ni Henian's hands rested on Zhong Cheng's hands, all the stones suspended in the air shook, and many cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the stones that had been stepped on by many cultivators.
However, Ni Henian didn't want to hold down Zhong Cheng's blow with his own hands.
At this moment, he just calmly penetrated his soul power into Zhong Cheng's body.
In this extremely short period of time that only a Saint Master-level cultivator could react, Zhong Cheng felt the rapid penetration of the other party's soul power, rushing into his dantian, and an indescribable light appeared in his calm eyes.
He finally knew Ni Henian's strongest means, and finally understood why Ni Henian was the strongest holy master in Zhongzhou City in these years, the only unshakable great offering.
The soul power of every cultivator can drive soul soldiers, and for soul soldiers, it is like fuel for soul soldiers.
It's very simple.
However, the soul power itself is actually very mysterious, just like the blood flowing in the body of every cultivator, JG God condenses the energy aggregation of some unique vitality.
Each cultivator's soul power is like their own blood, and the xg quality is similar, but there are subtle differences.
In other words, everyone's soul power can be burned as fuel just like soul soldiers, but although each cultivator's fuel can be burned, it is a different fuel.
When a cultivator's body is infused with someone else's soul power, it is completely like implanting an incompatible other person's organ in his body.
This organ will naturally die.
Therefore, even if the temple uses itself as a container, it is also using its own soul power to form a crystal wall to protect its own meridians, so that the other party's soul power only travels through its own meridian channels, rather than combining with its own soul power.
If the soul power can be simply instilled from one practitioner to another, then the cultivation of cultivators in this world will not only be a meditation practice, but as long as the empowerment Dafa is like the one mentioned in the storybook, the power can be passed on.
Moreover, there is such a thing as soul power, unless it is like the sea of clouds to draw the opponent's soul power into his own body, even if he is a cultivator who is one or two orders higher than the opponent, if he forcibly penetrates the soul power into the opponent's body, it will collide with the opponent's soul power and shake it apart, so it is easy for a cultivator of the level of a saint master to smash an ordinary cultivator of the great master level into pieces, but it is difficult to penetrate the soul power into the opponent's body somewhere.
In the battle between cultivators with a similar level of cultivation, the intersection of soul power and soul power is an instantaneous collision, and the confrontation of pure strength and power is absolutely impossible for one side's soul power to penetrate into one party's body.
However, at this moment, Zhong Cheng could clearly perceive that Ni Henian's soul power poured into his soul power and into his dantian.
This has nothing to do with the amount of strength, it can only be some kind of powerful cultivation secret method.
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Ni Henian's soul power is like an ink pen deeply submerged in a basin of clear water, and a stream of thick ink instantly melts into the clear water and spreads out.
Many of Zhong Cheng's soul power were suddenly like necrosis, and they were no longer soul power that he could control.
The bright moon he was holding, the brilliance suddenly dimmed, the power quickly shrank, and the necrotic soul power that was not under his control collided in his body between him and Ni Henian's brief stalemate.
This is like the ten years since the founding of Yun Qin, the best and worst era in Zhongzhou City for cultivators, it is completely a collision of two different cultivation paths and different combat methods, this kind of battle is not as thrilling as the intersection of two flying swords, but it is more subtle and more dangerous.
And just at this moment, the winner will be decided, Ni Henian is still the most powerful saint master in Zhongzhou City, and Zhong Cheng should die.
However, at this moment, a "ding" sounded.
The sound was someone tapping the tip of a knife.
Just like when Jiang Yanweaving tapped the tip of a knife, the dinging sound suddenly transformed into countless sounds, especially into countless sounds with high-pitched or low frequencies that could not be heard by human ears at all.
These sounds, like countless invisible silk threads cutting through the air, fell on Ni Henian's body again.
Countless light patterns suddenly appeared on the extremely expensive robe on Ni Henian's body.
His brow furrowed slightly, he let out a dull snort, and turned his head in surprise to look at the closed door of the Yellow Bird Temple.
At this moment, Ni Henian's continuous soul power that penetrated into Zhong Cheng's body was interrupted by this blow, and many blood stains and vitality rushed out of the capillaries of Zhong Cheng's body, and he quickly retreated back in such a blood mist and the fierce wind that was stirred up.
Suspended in the air, the stone that was already full of many cracks was completely cut by the silent sound line, and all of them turned into pieces and fell down.
The robe on Ni Henian's body did not crack in the slightest.
The gate of the Yellow Bird Temple was split into countless small triangular pieces, like the tip of a knife.
Behind the shattered gate stood a very old woman.
This yellow-faced old woman was originally an idler looking at the vegetable garden in this yellow bird's view, and the most she usually held in her hand was a watering scoop, but what she was holding in her hand now was a knife, the same knife that Jiang Yanweaving was used to.
Her name is Nightingale.
In the first ten years of Yunqin's founding, she was just a woman in the fireworks willow lane of Zhongzhou City, and she had a lingering relationship with Jiang Yanzhi, and then Jiang Yanzhi ransomed her, but she was tired of those prosperity, and finally chose to retreat in this yellow bird view, many years later, she and Jiang Yanzhi have long forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, and the Jiang family has no relationship with her.
However, Jiang Yanzhi died, the Jiang family was completely dead, and there was no one from the Jiang family in Zhongzhou City, but at this time, she stood up instead and became the last Jiang family member in Zhongzhou City.
"Ding" The woman, who had washed the lead and had forgotten the rivers and lakes, and had even been forgotten by the rivers and lakes, struck the tip of the knife again.
"I can't imagine Jiang Yanzhi's sonic boom method, there are still people in this Zhongzhou City."
Ni Henian's brows furrowed and he stretched out his hand.
Countless broken voices were silent, crashing in front of him, and there were no more light streaks on the robes on his body, but many light streaks appeared on his hands.
His face was slightly pale.
The long knife in the nightingale's hand was shattered.
Then she also followed Zhong Cheng and retreated.
Ni He began to move and began to pursue.
These were two terrible opponents and assassins for the emperor, so he couldn't let these two leave Zhongzhou City alive
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