Fujue Mountain, in the dungeon.

"Grass! Grass! Grass!" Ling Yunpo shouted "Grass" three times in his heart.

The Taoist on the opposite side had extremely advanced swordsmanship. Whether it was strength, speed, technique or judgment, he was almost better than him in every aspect.

When facing the sword head-on, he was beaten by the opponent; when attacking from behind, he was discovered by the opponent in time;

He made a detour from the side, but the opponent just pointed his sword and it turned around, disrupting his moves. He failed to restrain the opponent and was restrained instead.

Ling Yunpo had no choice but to grit his teeth and use his Lei Zheng sword to block the opponent's left sword's attack. He tried to entangle the opponent's right sword with his Qing Ping sword, and suddenly turned around and stabbed directly at the Taoist.

The opponent's right sword had no way to block it, so he took the opportunity to stab it hard into his right arm.

Ling Yunpo grasped the tip of the sword with his left hand, blood flowing down his hand, and he held on to it with all his might;

He used all his strength in his right hand to mobilize his true energy, and the Qingping Sword turned into black light and pierced through the chest of the Taoist opposite him.

Done!

Almost at the same time, the flying sword that pierced his right arm suddenly disappeared, as if it had been just an illusion from the very beginning.

The Taoist's chest was pierced by the Qingping Sword, but he did not fall to the ground and die. He just said indifferently:

"Sword bones, sword bones, a body full of metal. How can it shine without being refined in a furnace?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

Ling Yunpo kept a tense expression and cast a "Universal Clear Sound Small Light Technique" on his right arm, and the wound healed quickly.

"What does that Taoist mean?" he said through gritted teeth.

"It should be telling you not to be afraid of harm and to fight hard when you need to." Kunlun Jing guessed.

"I think it means that your style of play is too conservative, and you are obviously afraid of getting hurt." Qing Pingjian also analyzed, "In fact, you can play more aggressively, risking some minor injuries in exchange for an advantage in the exchange of offense and defense."

"Really?" Ling Yun stood there in shock for a while and then sighed.

The Taoist priest just now could be considered the first powerful enemy he had truly defeated since he traveled through time.

Before this, either they just happened to have the means to restrain the opponent, or they used various tricks to avoid fighting... It can be said that the awareness of risk control has been engraved into their genes.

This is of course inevitable. After all, he is a spy in so many sects and plays multiple roles. Being cautious is the minimum requirement.

However, this inevitably affects his fighting style, and even forms an invisible, conscious shackle:

That is "don't fight the opponent head-on."

Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo suddenly remembered that Senior Sister An seemed to have said something similar:

"...Although Frostfall has helped me a lot, it has also hindered my progress in swordsmanship in some ways."

"...When I encounter a strong enemy, I will subconsciously choose to avoid it instead of confronting it head-on."

Yes, Senior Sister An originally used the same water-based magic sword as me, and her fighting style was also flexible and changeable.

She had encountered similar problems, why did she only discover it now? She should have thought of it a long time ago!

Hey, what are you doing now, senior sister?

Ling Yunpo was worried about his senior sister, while on the twelfth floor of Baiyujing, Senior Sister An was almost going crazy with killing.

Starting from the third pavilion, the sword enemies you fight against become more and more powerful.

By the time they reached the fifth pavilion, the sword enemy had actually reached the Golden Core Stage, so that no matter how hard An Zhisu fought, he was ultimately defeated head-on and his defense was broken by a single sword.

However, after the long sword pierced her chest, she was not teleported away from this place directly like Ling Yunpo, but was reborn at the outer gate of the fifth pavilion.

An Zhisu: ...

"Where is my junior brother!" She was so angry that she urged the flying sword again and smashed it towards the surrounding buildings.

After smashing things for a long time as if to vent his anger (the surroundings were still intact), An Zhisu finally calmed down again, but his full chest kept rising and falling.

Don’t worry, don’t worry... Huh, junior brother will be fine. This is obviously a trial-type secret realm, and they will not intentionally harm the trial-taker.

I was defeated in the sword fight at the fifth pavilion, but didn’t I die after being killed?

only……

At least teleport him and me to the same place!

An Zhisu suppressed her anger, and a beautiful frost appeared on her face.

After standing in silence for a moment, he raised the Feiyan Sword again and stepped in with murderous intent.

At the same time, Ling Yunpo had already followed the tunnel and arrived at the second dungeon.

Suddenly, the accumulated water on the ground rose up and condensed into a huge human figure, about seven feet tall and as sturdy as a bull. He said in a deep voice, cupping his hands:

"My name is 'Wu Sheng'. I have the honor to fight with Sword Bone Master. Please give me some advice."

"Please teach me." He also bowed in return.

After the two of them finished their greetings, Ling Yunpo thrust the Qingping Sword forward, and a white rainbow pierced the sun, piercing at the giant.

The giant just flicked his hand and knocked the Qingping sword away like a toothpick.

Before Ling Yunpo could react, he was hit hard in the abdomen...but the giant man rushed out two steps and was already in front of him.

The fan-sized palm clenched into a fist and hit him so hard that he became hunched like a shrimp.

Ling Yunpo spat out a mouthful of ascites, and a horrifying thought flashed through his mind:

He is actually a physical practitioner! We agreed to have a sword fight, why don't you play by the rules?!

“Sword bone! Sword bone!” The giant did not pursue him, but stepped back a few steps and laughed, “Your skin is like copper and cannot be broken by falling! Only after thousands of hammers can you forge steel!”

"It means that you should learn how to take a beating in adversity." Qingping Sword quickly reminded.

"I know!" Ling Yunpo had just finished answering when he saw the giant raised his thick leg again and kicked him with a fierce and vicious whip kick. He was so frightened that he ignored his sword fairy demeanor and could only roll on the ground to barely avoid it.

Before he could get up, he saw his opponent stop the whip kick that was halfway through and change to a "war trample" from top to bottom.

Ling Yunpo had just stood up at this time, and had no time to stand firm or step sideways. He had to raise his sword to block in a hurry. As a result, he was kicked away with both the sword and the person, and his back hit the wall heavily. It was unknown how many ribs were broken.

Sliding down the wall like mud, Ling Yunpo sat on the ground in a mess. He barely mobilized his true energy and cast a "Universal Clear Sound Small Light Technique" on himself.

This spell is indeed the first level of the Taoist method derived from the "Nine Heavens Pure Land True Words", and it is perfect for recovering blood. Whether it is bleeding, bruises or broken bones, you can recover in a few breaths by hitting yourself.

While he was recuperating, the opponent did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but just stood by and watched with his arms folded.

So Ling Yunpo could confirm that this level was indeed to train himself "how to take a beating".

But he has almost no experience in this area... No matter whether it is the pretentious Qiu Changtian, the unfathomable Wei Dongliu, or Luo Yan who relies on magic weapons, how could they have had the experience of being beaten like a dog?

"So what should we do?" Ling Yunpo was anxious. "Even if we have to learn how to take a beating, how can we know that we have learned it? We can't just keep getting beaten like this!"

"Maybe it's to train your ability to withstand pressure." Kunlun Jing guessed, "When you are beaten half to death and barely alive, but can still barely maintain your fighting consciousness, then you have passed this level?"

"Impossible! Next one!"

"I think you could try to reduce the force," Qing Ping Jian said. "Since being hit is unavoidable, then if you can find a way to reduce the damage, isn't that another feasible idea?"

"Relieve the force?" Ling Yunpo asked puzzledly.

You have to know that when the sword immortal fights with swords, he basically uses a flying sword against a flying sword.

Once the opponent's flying sword breaks through the defense and kills you, you won't even have time to release your Taoist magic, and you're basically dead.

This unloading force...