There was no waste of sword light, the width of the place where it was cut was no more than one centimeter, and the total area of the ten thousand feet long sword light was only 100 square meters.
Yuan didn't dare to be as careless as before. The spells in his hands kept changing. He took certain steps and the Forgotten River flowed under his feet.
A dim yellow cloth belt appeared in the clear Tianchi Lake, running through the entire lake, with thousands of obsessions mixed in it, as if countless hands were reaching out of the water.
Under the rubbing of Huangquan, the obsession in the Wangchuan River gathered into a pair of giant hands, rising from the ground to a height of thousands feet.
Countless Yellow Springs hands supported the sword light. Both were invisible objects, and they would become visible when they collided with each other.
The Hand of Yellow Spring is not a traditional magical spell and does not rely on magic power. Instead, it is formed by the gathering of turbid air from heaven and earth. Its means of attack are more like pollution and erosion.
The sword light began to twist and deform, and finally broke into pieces.
Thus, Yuan only spent less than one thousandth of his magic power to offset the heavenly calamity equivalent to one tenth of his own magic power.
He raised his hand and waved it, and thousands of Yellow Springs hands stretched out, instantly blocking the airspace in all directions of the white-clothed shadow.
clang!
The white-clothed figure swung out the sword again, the sword light was cold and murderous!
Huang Quan and the sword intent collided with each other, the surrounding void was distorted, and the strong wind caused by the turbulence overwhelmed one mountain and forest after another.
The blue and yellow colors of the sky and earth split into two, the sword light continued to press down, and the Yellow Spring was like a bottomless quagmire, swallowing up tens of thousands of sword lights.
In a blink of an eye, the two men fought thousands of times, and hundreds of afterimages appeared in one breath.
It seemed as if it was not a fight between two people, but a battle between two sects.
The sword of the white-clothed phantom was extremely sharp and fierce, a sword of killing from head to toe. At the same time, because it was a heavenly tribulation, he did not care about his own consumption at all, and he used all his strength every time he attacked.
Yuan was suppressed from beginning to end.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, Yuan had the upper hand. Throughout history, most people who endured the calamity had passively endured it. Rather than confronting the calamity head-on, most people who endured the calamity preferred to consume it.
It’s just like in a fight, it’s not who uses more strength that wins, but who can last longer.
Any competition between powerful beings is always about who falls first. This is true for wars between countries and battles between powerful monks.
The white-clothed figure swung the sword again with all his strength.
The fierce sword light broke through the sky and fell.
Clang!!!
“Big but not substantial.”
Deep in his eyes, his gaze dropped, and the true meaning of reincarnation appeared behind him, forming an intricate and mysterious roulette wheel.
The wheel of life and death rotates, determining the six realms of the next life.
Buzz!
With a finger pointed toward the sky, heaven and earth became silent.
The sword light dissipated, a breeze blew, and the chest of the man in white had been pierced at some point, revealing the seventh level of heavenly tribulation.
In this way, the sixth level of heavenly tribulation dissipated.
"It should be some kind of inner demon tribulation."
Yuan said secretly.
The inner demon calamity is a common calamity among the heavenly calamities, and it is extremely lethal to some people whose Taoism faith is not strong enough.
It did have an impact on Yuan, but it was limited to making him nervous.
The inner demon is the inner demon, its essence has not changed, the advantage is mine!
At this thought, Yuan's brows relaxed again, but the next second they frowned again.
The man in white did not disappear, and his disappearing figure stopped.
Suddenly he looked up at the seventh heavenly tribulation in the sky, and something seemed to be brewing in his eyes.
He held the sword high in his right hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
There was an unusual movement in the seventh heavenly tribulation. A flash of lightning appeared in the dark clouds, and a vague figure gradually emerged.
His facial features are blurred, but a long beard can be vaguely seen. He is wearing a gray Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand.
Yuan suddenly had a bad premonition, and the next second he attacked with all his strength without hesitation, and hundreds of Yellow Springs hands grabbed him with overwhelming force.
Evil thoughts abound wherever he goes.
Buzz!
The Taoist shadow waved the whisk in his hand, and Huangquan's hand was imprisoned in mid-air. Then he waved again, and the seventh heavenly tribulation drilled into the remaining white-clothed shadow.
And He also disappeared, as if He had never existed.
The white-clothed figure trembled slightly, and the originally slightly illusory body became more real, and there was a bit of calmness in the eyes that were filled with murderous intent.
A bit of agility and a ray of lightning.
Sizzle!
A tiny flash of lightning passed by, and the lightning as thin as a hair wrapped around the ancient sword. Compared with the bucket-thick thunder, this flash of lightning was too tiny.
Ke Yuan only felt a chill rushing to his forehead.
clang!
The sword light spread out the dark clouds, and a sword immortal in white stood in the air with a sword in his hand. His mighty light swept across the sky and earth, and his sword pointed at the world.
"Mortals are powerless, and those who enter the Dao are incapable. I am the master of the Heavenly Sword. I want to ask if there is anyone in the world who can rival me?"
He did not target Yuan, even though he was the calamity and the other party was the one who should be calamity-stricken.
Arrogant to the extreme, yet like a real person.
The powerful men who were looking over from all directions of the airspace were all stunned when they saw the sword immortal in white. They were too familiar with that face.
Yuan slowly uttered a modern word.
"Grass."
Due to the times they live in and their own reasons, not all reincarnated beings speak in a flowery manner. In the ancient times, many beings communicated in a more colloquial manner than vernacular Chinese, and they mostly used their spiritual consciousness to directly convey their own consciousness.
Therefore, their understanding of human etiquette is more of a learning process.
Because of someone, Yuan had the interest and reason to take the initiative to understand humans, one of the animals. Naturally, he inevitably came into contact with the complex Internet and learned a lot of words.
If he wants to be able to perfectly integrate into human society, learn all the common sense needed for daily life in a few seconds, and obtain a degree within a day.
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