Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 429 What a Man

"Shh!"

A black shadow, wrapped in a cold wind, drew an arc in the air and landed on the back of the white jade lion.

Seeing Tang Xiaoguo's return, Ye Mao was overjoyed. He hurriedly checked and found that she was not injured, but that she was exhausted and her face became extremely pale.

A hanging heart finally let go.

A group of people advanced at full speed under the night, Ye Mao embraced the sleeping Tang Xiaoguo, like a vigilant tiger, paying attention to the movement around him.

When the sun rose from the horizon, the crowd stopped to rest.

Ye Mao set up the tent, hugged Tang Xiaoguo into it, meditated for a while, recovered his energy, and walked out of the tent seeing that Tang Xiaoguo hadn't woken up yet.

Seeing Xue Wuqin, Shen Qianlian, Mu Yanling and others chatting together, he walked over.

"Did you see that hillside on the horizon? If you climb over it, it should be the dead zone of the ivy.

The Ivy Dead Zone is the most dangerous place in the Ivy Grassland. If you pass through it, you will reach the Skeleton Desert, and the ancient sunset city we are looking for is at the end of the Skeleton Desert. "

Xue Wuqin paused, and continued: "So what we have to do now is to rush through the dead zone of the green vines."

Ye Mao sighed in his heart, the goal of Xue Wuqin, Shen Qianlian and others was to find the ancient city of sunset, but what he was looking for was the second curse map.

According to the map, after arriving at the end of the Skeleton Desert, he had to go through the adjacent Wanmu Forest, and continue to move forward to find the legendary magic moon flower source.

Only then did he get closer to the Confused World Cave where the remains of the Darkblood Evil Bat were placed!

"Do you know why this ivy dead area is very dangerous, because there is a kind of horrible grass growing there - ivy grass.

This green vine grass is very similar to wheat seedlings, but it is much bigger than wheat seedlings. Each leaf of it can automatically stretch and shrink, even if it is cut off, it can recover instantly.

Once entangled by the ivy grass, if there is no one to help, it is impossible to leave alive. "Xue Wuqin said solemnly.

Shen Qianlian said: "Then how do we get there?"

"The ivy grass is distributed piece by piece, just like a swamp." Xue Wuqin smiled slightly, "Fortunately, the ivy grass is naturally spiritual, and only attacks those who break into it, or those who fly over it.

As long as we're careful, we won't have any major problems if we pass through the path between patches of ivy and grass, but the trouble is that there are still many monsters there. "

Ye Mao's heart became heavy. There were "Lianshan Qiying" from the Qianlong God Sect behind him, and the road ahead became more and more dangerous.

Take what happened last night as an example, Tang Xiaoguo was in charge of the breakup.

That was his woman, the one he wanted to protect with all his heart,
But as a man, a gentleman, putting his own woman in danger, what kind of man is he.

If you can't even protect a woman, and talk about breaking the curse of crying blood, it's a complete joke.

"I will never let the same situation happen again!" Ye Mao knew that he had to improve his strength with all his strength so that he could better deal with the various dangers that would arise.

He stood outside the tent and silently glanced at Tang Xiaoguo. She slept so peacefully, but if she wanted to keep this tranquility by her side forever, she had to become stronger.

Ye Mao walked to the side of the tent, closed his eyes, calmed down, discarded all distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to practice swordsmanship.

It started with Li Niansheng passing on his basic swordsmanship—Eighteen Forms of Kendo.

After he practiced the Eighteen Forms of Kendo, and then practiced the Flying Waterfall Swordsmanship, and then the Ice Soul Great Swordsmanship, the fierce aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

Ye Mao practiced forgetfully, and the fierce aura on his body formed a transparent sword shadow, penetrating the sky and the earth.

The sword shadow began to shrink, from virtual to real, and finally turned into a red sword-shaped imprint the size of a fingernail, submerged between the eyebrows, and suspended above the sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment the sword-shaped imprint was formed, the light on Ye Mao's sword changed from blue to a very pure red color, exuding a sharp aura.

Ye Mao woke up suddenly, looked at the light on the sword, and frowned, he practiced "Ice Soul Great Sword Art", the sword light should be white or blue, why did it turn red.

Could it be that the pressure was too great and something went wrong?
"Ye Mao, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing? Why is it so terrifying? I feel like being torn apart from such a distance?" Mu Yanling turned pale.

Xue Wuqin was also drawn over, with a serious expression on his face, feeling that Ye Mao is not alone now, but a sharp sword.

"I practiced the few sword techniques that I usually practice. God knows what happened. The sword light suddenly turned red, and that's it." Ye Mao couldn't figure it out either.

"It's probably because the swordsmanship has gone astray. The power has increased, but there are many flaws. If you continue to practice, you will be crippled." Chen Yunhe broke an arm, and he stubbornly believed that it was all because of Ye Mao. Yes, so I wanted to see Ye Mao be unlucky, and even smiled in my heart.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!" Tang Xiaoguo came over, she fell asleep, her complexion recovered, and she was in good spirits, "Congratulations, husband, from now on, you are no longer a sword practicer, but an authentic swordsman." Sword repair."

Chen Yunhe sneered and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't those who practice swords just sword repairs?"

"A sword practitioner is just a swordsman who knows a few sword techniques, while a swordsman has comprehended the mysteries of the sword. If a swordsman does not have a sword in his hand, he will not be able to emit sword light and sword energy, and a swordsman no matter what. Whatever you hold in your hand can emit sword light and sword energy." Tang Xiaoguo said.

Hearing this, Ye Mao couldn't help mobilizing his real power. The real power flowed through the sword-shaped imprint, and then he snapped his two fingers together, and a red sword glow shot out. With a light wave, it left a ten feet deep cracks.

"What a sharp attack!" Mu Yanling exclaimed.

Tang Xiaoguo said: "This is natural. The sword light and sword energy displayed by a sword practitioner are like blunt knives, while the sword light and sword energy of a sword cultivator open a sharp edge. As the state of the sword improves, the sharp edge It will become sharper and sharper."

Ye Mao breathed a sigh of relief, he did not expect that he was forced to practice under pressure, and unexpectedly got such a harvest, he said with a smile: "Then why did my sword light turn red?"

"This is a normal phenomenon. The easiest way to distinguish the level of sword cultivation is from the color of the sword light. There are seven colors in total, which are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. Therefore, there is also the saying of 'colorful swordsmanship'."

Tang Xiaoguo smiled and walked to Ye Mao's side, and continued: "It is very difficult for a sword practicer to become a sword repairer, even if it was the No. There are not many people who can successfully become sword repairers in Xiu's painting of the seven swords of falling rain.

Husband has no one to point him out, and just relying on his own practice of swordsmanship, he became a swordsman in a daze. This kind of swordsmanship talent is one of the best in the long history of the Falling Rain Sword Sect. "

Xue Wuqin was very speechless, didn't know what to say, so he just became a sword repairer casually.Legend has it that the sword cultivator has the strongest attack power, and this kid's strength has been raised a bit because of this.

"It's just that the attack power has increased a little bit. What's the matter?" Chen Yunhe curled his lips, thinking that Tang Xiaoguo was selling melons by the old king, boasting and selling himself.

(End of this chapter)