Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 161: Surging wind in Shushan Mountain, sword energy transforms into form!

It's a pity that the terrifying and unsolvable body of calamity lingers in the heart of Master Jingyue like a curse, making him dare not make a decision lightly, lest a single thought will destroy the foundation of the vast immortal sect for thousands of years.

At this time, Situ Ling's name fell into the hands of Duanchou, who helped her make a difficult decision in disguise.

"In the second round, which sect's disciples will be on stage?" Lu Xiangsheng looked around at the crowd and spoke again.

At this time, there are still six famous inscriptions on the Dragon Pattern Gold List, except for Wu Zhang's, no one can shake it, and the other five are the objects of competition.

"Seeing the demeanor of the little girl, no matter what, I should let the boy under my sect come out and show his face. Jingfeng, you go up, if you lose, get out!"

The drunken Taoist leaned back on the sapphire table with his neck up, and kicked out the green-clothed monk standing in front of him with one kick.

Jing Feng smiled wryly, but he didn't dare to argue, and went straight to the fighting platform.

"Let me, Ling Yunzong, come for the second round, just in time to witness the supreme swordsmanship of the Shushan Sword School." Ge Yiqiu said indifferently, with a slight wave of his hand, a middle-aged monk stepped out behind him.

Different from the first battle between the Soul Cultivation Realm and the Spirit Building Realm, this battle, both of them are Cauldron Transformation cultivators, made the small and medium-sized sects watching the battle in the hall even more excited.

The higher the level of the fighting parties, the more things they can see, naturally.

After successfully engraving Situ Ling's name into the Immortal Order, Duanchou was very satisfied. Next, he calmly became a spectator, taking this opportunity to see the strength of those Immortal disciples.

On the fighting stage.

"Shushan Sword School shocks the wind, and the spirit sword fills the dust."

The Michen sword buzzed, with sharp edges spilling out. Jingfeng stood on the fighting platform with a calm expression, like an ancient mountain sitting there, unmoving.

"Meng Li of the Lingyun Sect, the spiritual weapon Tiger Head Broken Mountain Knife."

Meng Li was dressed in a khaki Taoist robe, with a khaki complexion, almost integrated with the earth, and did not take out the spiritual weapon to show others. After speaking, the spiritual power surged, and a mountain-like aura rose up, pressing down towards the shocking wind.

Now that he has decided to strike first, Meng Li will not hold back his hand if Jingfeng is caught by surprise. His body is full of earthly spiritual energy, and he raises his hand to punch it out. The sound sounded and spread towards Jingfeng.

Meng Li was not satisfied with one punch, his spiritual power surged, one punch after another, a total of nine punches, condensed into a fist mark of about one foot in the void, and moved towards the shocking wind mark Down.

With mixed spiritual power, Duanchou could tell at a glance that Meng Li probably had taken a lot of pills to achieve his current cultivation.

On the fighting stage, Jing Feng didn't get angry, his face became colder, and he said lightly: "You want to suppress me too!"

"sing"

Mi Chen's sword vibrated, Jingfeng slashed down with a sword, the air swayed through continuous waves, and the sword's edge was slow, like an ancient mountain suppressing it.

Many cauldron-forming monks and disciples of the younger generation showed confusion on their faces. Only some monks who have advanced their cultivation and entered the dragon and tiger realm can see the clues and perceive the horror of this sword.

"Sword gas transformation!"

Qi Zuuoguo's eyes flashed, and his face showed surprise. He didn't expect the boy of Shushan Sword School to be so good. He had already reached the state of sword energy transforming into form in the Cauldron Transformation Realm, which is something that even the Dragon and Tiger Realm sword cultivators may not be able to comprehend.

Duanchou was also taken aback by Jingfeng's sword qi transformation. He didn't expect that any disciple who came out of the fairy gate would be able to master the high-level skill of sword qi transformation. It seems that he really underestimated it. The background of Zong Xianmen.

With a calm expression on his face, Duanchou smiled wryly in his heart, he would naturally be able to transform this sword energy, and with the help of the system, Taoism can automatically advance and unlock.

Not to mention the transformation of sword energy into form, he has even comprehended the sharpness of the sword, the heart of the sword and the meaning of the sword, and he just needs to gather the momentum of the sword and point directly at the heart of the sword.

It is precisely because of the realization of the transformation of sword energy that Duanchou knows how difficult it is for a monk to comprehend the transformation of sword energy in the cauldron transformation stage.

The sense of consciousness is integrated into the sword energy, deriving spirituality, and transforming things into shapes, which can be used with arms, round and wishful.

However, if you want to truly comprehend and practice it, you need to pay a huge price, ranging from damage to your consciousness, mental trauma, and several months of malaise, to stupidity, madness, and obsession.

Although sword cultivators are all lunatics, if they don't have a thorough comprehension of their own swordsmanship, even monks in the dragon and tiger realm would not dare to try to transform into form with sword energy.

However, what Duanchou didn't know was that it was rare among the disciples of the top ten immortal sects to reach this step.

"Sword Qi transforms into form! Drunk old ghost, I never thought you would have such a qualified disciple under your sect."

Ge Yiqiu's complexion was a little ugly, he knew about the shock, two years ago he was taken back to Shushan by a drunken Taoist, and despite the objections of the Qingxu head teacher in his sect, he insisted on accepting him as his own disciple, this incident caused a stir and everyone knew about it.

I thought that Jingfeng's aptitude was too poor, and this old drunk was lazy by nature and wandered around outside all year round. The apprentice he taught was probably just a show.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ge Yiqiu asked the disciples in his sect to dampen the spirit of the Shushan Sword School, so as to win him a place on the Gold List disciple.

Unexpectedly, he actually missed his sight this time, this startling wind was so shockingly beautiful that he even realized the transformation of sword energy.

There are not a few people who know the name of Jingfeng, and many people are shocked and feel a little incredible.

Didn't it mean that his aptitude is too poor to insult Shushan's reputation?

Who said that the head teacher Qingxu's blunt words cannot be accepted, and rotten wood is hard to carve?

Stand up and promise not to kill you!

Just when everyone watching the battle was restless and thinking wildly, the next moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to Jingfeng again. At this moment, Jingfeng's fighting power was shocking.

He slashed with the purple bamboo sword, and the sword energy condensed into mountains and turned into mountains. Every sword moved like an ancient mountain, and the spiritual power was poured into it, and it almost manifested. Yin Yi's sword shattered and slashed towards Meng Li.

The vast sharpness contained in it shook Meng Li's mind even more, causing his spiritual power to become disordered. In half a breath, he only summoned his Tiger Head Duanyue Saber to meet the empty crossbar.

"bang"

The golden and ferocious broadsword was crushed by a sword, Mi Chen sword fell, cutting with sharp edge, a line of blood spread from the top of his head, from top to bottom, Meng Li was killed by a sword without even making a pitiful cry, and fell down. On the fighting platform.

Everything is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it is a little difficult to see the startling wind.

"Jingfeng wins this battle!" Lu Xiangsheng said in a deep voice with a little surprise in his eyes.

As soon as the words fell, flames rolled on the fighting platform, and in the dazzling red light, Meng Li appeared on the fighting platform intact.

"Accept!" Jing Feng looked indifferent, cupped his hands slightly, turned around and stepped off the stage.

Tuliu Meng Lining stood in the position, his eyes were filled with anger, and his face was blushing, even the sallow complexion could not be concealed.

(End of this chapter)