Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1134 This Sword

Murong Ji secretly exhaled a breath of air. It seemed that Taoist Yangmei was holding back on Taoist Zhunti.

Otherwise, the Taoist Zhunti would never be able to escape, and might even become one of the saints on the tree.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, slightly turned the Zhuxian sword in his hand, stood with his left hand behind his back, and the fighting spirit slowly brewed.

Suddenly, a chaotic aura surged, and in a trance, he turned into an old man with a white beard.

The old man walked towards Murong Ji step by step with his hands behind his back, but he didn't say a word.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and said calmly, "Senior, please stop."

Taoist Yang Mei raised his eyes and glanced at Murong Ji with contempt, and then asked: "Did that old fellow Hongjun survive the disaster?"

Murong Ji said expressionlessly: "No, please stop, senior, and it's best to leave."

"Hehehe, hahaha! I, an old man, haven't been home to visit you for many years. A young man like you really doesn't know how high the heaven is and how deep the earth is..."

Taoist Yang Mei slowly leaned forward and asked with disdain, "Are you... Hongjun?"

Murong Ji's face darkened and he looked a little displeased. With Taoist Yang Mei's character, how could he be a good person?
No wonder Hongjun tried to find a way to drive him out of the prehistoric world. If it were Murong Ji, he would probably have killed him.

Not wanting to argue with Taoist Yangmei, he just turned the sword and chopped it down.

Murong Ji moved, and Yang Mei's figure disappeared instantly, but no one knew where she went.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and his body slowly landed on Yang Mei's original position. He turned slightly and looked behind him. After making sure that there was no one, he slowly released his perception.

The next moment, a sword stabbed towards the left. As soon as the Zhu Xian Sword stretched out, Yang Mei's figure appeared there.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Yang Mei's throat.

Yang Mei's face was solemn, but he didn't move. He slit his throat, but couldn't kill him. "You kid... are you warning me?"

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't say anything, Yang Mei asked again: "The Great Dao of the Later Heaven, has the prehistoric world degenerated to this state?"

“Can one become a saint through the acquired path?!” Taoist Yangmei’s figure slowly dissipated and returned to chaos.

Murong Ji still ignored him and let Taoist Yang Mei disappear. Then he switched the Zhu Xian Sword from his right hand to his left hand.

The sword was raised and slightly extended toward the left front.

After waiting for a while, a figure emerged, and the tip of the sword left a bloody mark on Yang Mei's face.

The bloodstain was left on Yang Mei's face, very obvious. Fresh blood flowed along the bloodstain and fell on Yang Mei's cheek.

It fell on Yang Mei's clothes again.

At this time, Yang Mei seemed to come back to his senses, his expression gradually became solemn, as if he had underestimated the young man in front of him.

But he still couldn't figure it out. The location of the Space Avenue was uncertain. Where to go was just a matter of thought for Yang Mei.

How did Murong Ji know about this in advance?
Even the worms in his stomach might not have such ability!

"Boy, how did you do that?"

Murong Ji still didn't say anything. He retracted the Zhu Xian Sword, switched from his left hand to his right hand, slowly, and then slowly extended the sword, pointing it towards the front right.

This time, a sword mark appeared on the right cheek of Taoist Yangmei, and blood slowly flowed and dripped onto his shoulder.

At this time, Taoist Yang Mei came back to his senses, "Interesting, the Great Avenue of Space is affecting me unconsciously..."

Yang Mei's eyes were filled with surprise and confusion. He couldn't understand Murong Ji's ideas!
The acquired sword art shouldn't be so sharp!
Then, his figure flashed again and appeared behind Murong Ji, and the hollow willow branch attacked Murong Ji's vital point.

Murong Ji turned around and slashed with his sword, but unexpectedly, the sword just passed through Yang Mei's figure and missed.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment and wanted to remedy the situation quickly, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the willow branch hit Murong Ji directly on the back.

"Snapped!"

The sound was sudden, but it did not cause much injury to Murong Ji, just made him stagger.

Taoist Yang Mei was stunned. With this move of his, even a saint would be seriously injured and dying. How many old friends had fallen victim to this move of his?
It looked like a willow branch was whipped over, but in fact, it was the division of the entire avenue of space. The avenue of space directly divided the opponent's origin.

Why was there no reaction when it fell on Murong Ji?

Murong Ji took a look at the mark on his chest and was a little surprised.

The willow branch hit his back, and a trace of blood appeared on his chest. The injury was indeed serious, but not as serious as it looked.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and used the laws of nature to create a world of his own within his body.

And this world has been forged by Murong Ji to be extremely powerful.

Otherwise, how can you resist attacks from others?
Turning around, Murong Ji looked at Taoist Yang Mei and said slowly: "Senior, your Taoism is superb, beyond my expectation!"

The laws of space are inherently powerful.

For example, all of Murong Ji's attacks would miss the target. No matter whether it was magic or brute force, they could not hit Yang Mei.

Murong Ji was not without countermeasures. He chuckled and said, "I also know a little about the great way of space. How about you take a look at my sword?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji stabbed forward with his sword. The speed of this sword was not fast, but rather slow.

But in the eyes of Taoist Yangmei, it seemed extremely fast, as if it arrived in front of him in an instant.

Yang Mei retreated in a hurry, and used endless space to block. The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to him, and countless spaces were swept away and shattered, as if everything was divided into a chaotic atmosphere by the sword energy.

All things return to dust and become nothing.

For a moment, Yang Mei was somewhat stunned. He couldn't understand this sword! !

However, he could see through some of the things in it, and his expression changed drastically in an instant, looking solemn.

"The Law of Space and Time!!"

Under the laws of time and space, space is uncertain, and where Yang Mei wants to go is indeed up to him.

However, if we use the time when the thought arises as a benchmark, and control it forward or backward for a period of time, isn't it the same as not moving? !

If combined with the law of space, no matter which direction Murong Ji's sword is directed, it will still fall on Yang Mei.

No matter how Yang Mei moved, he just couldn't dodge! !
"Between two points, the straight line is the shortest." Murong Ji murmured.

The same is true for space. No matter how the space is folded, the shortest path through space is a straight line.

Then, he retracted the Zhu Xian Sword and his gaze fell on Yang Mei again.

Time and space are two points, two reference points of a big world.

Just like hanging a photo on the wall, if you want to hang the photo on the wall, you must find its center point.

But if the photo is large enough, one center point is not enough, and you need to divide this point into two and move it to the left and right.

In this way, we can ensure that the photos are completely laid out on the wall.

If you look at the photo in three dimensions, and it moves on the wall, it is extremely difficult to fix on a certain point on the photo.

However, taking those two points as a reference, and chopping down along the wall, no matter how the point in the photo moves, it will not be able to avoid this sword.

Of course, the prehistoric world is not an ordinary small world, and the laws of space and time in it are even more complicated.

In the chaos, when time and space are uncertain, how to construct the laws of time and space? It is not just a thought for Murong Ji.

The advantage of the acquired avenue is that, with itself as the foundation, one can radiate one's own avenue outside the temple at will.

For example, the laws of time and space are controlled by Murong Ji, who is thousands of miles away from him.

It is like a world that spreads outward with itself as the base.

It can also be called the sword domain.

No matter how hard Taoist Yang Mei jumped, he could not escape from the sword due to Murong Ji's rules and principles.

Of course, a magic trick is indispensable here, which is the meeting of thousands of sorrows and love.

"brush!"

The sword marks seemed to have slashed through endless space.

The Zhu Xian Sword passed directly across Yang Mei's neck, leaving a thin mark.

Taoist Yang Mei's face was full of astonishment. He reached out and touched the blood on his neck. He couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it.

Murong Ji put away the Zhuxian Sword and looked up at Yang Mei: "Senior, it is not easy to practice, so just retreat now, why bother to enter this calamity?"

Yang Mei remained silent, her brows slightly furrowed, not quite understanding how Murong Ji did it.

Murong Ji didn't have the heart to explain to him. If he had to force an explanation, it would only be four words: dimensionality reduction attack.

He integrated everything into the way of the sword, so the power and strength were naturally difficult for these people to understand.

If what we practice is to cultivate, it is the state of nothingness of the infinite, that state of primordial chaos.

Then, his acquired great way that he constructed by entering the Tao with techniques and taking the heart as the core, when cultivated to the extreme, is the word "one".

It may be a little difficult to understand, but in the end, it all comes down to the four words "return to basics".

Any technique, in the end, must fall on the "truth", and this "one", the Tao gives birth to one, this "one", is the "truth".

"This sword... does it have a name? Can the acquired great way be so sharp?!"

Murong Ji smiled slightly, "This sword technique is called Wan Miao Gui Chen."

He just said this lightly, but did not continue with the rest of the words.

He also incorporated the 'Earthly Evil Transformation without Origin and Form and the Wonderful Return to Dust Technique' into his swordsmanship.

The most important thing is the acquired avenue, which has great plasticity.

It was easy for Murong Ji to mix things into it, and it was not difficult to even combine everything he had learned and used into one sword.

Although this is just one sword, it is the combined effect of many great ways. Compared with many innate sacred single ways, its advantage is simply too strong.

Nowadays, many theories of cultivation have not yet been fully perfected.

If other saints or Hongjun came to fight Murong Ji, they might be able to explain something clearly.

After all, Murong Ji wrote down many theories of cultivation in Qingyun Mountain.

(End of this chapter)