Shen Jiang drew his sword from its sheath and held it horizontally in front of him.
There is no sword light, no sword energy, but there is sword intent deposited at this moment.
The sword was straight, and Chen Huaian also stood straight, facing the setting sun. The space around him seemed completely still, even his hair and clothes did not move at all.
"Jiangge is majestic and towering."
A faint sound penetrated the waves of burning sounds and came from the horizon.
The sword intent that was spread all around suddenly condensed.
The monks around him widened their eyes and actually saw the setting sun over the long river behind Chen Huaian.
The straight road reaches the sky, and the cliffs on both sides are like wolf's nests. The rocks that have experienced countless years of erosion are still standing.
At this moment, the fist shadow of Monk Fenkong had already smashed down.
When it landed on top of his head, the shadow of the fist had expanded countless times, and with just one punch, the entire area around the clear water pond was covered. The monk who had no time to run away looked at the sky in despair, his legs trembling, hoping that the figure dragging Gao behind him would block the punch.
A cold light flashed in Chen Huaian's eyes, and he looked up at the sky.
He pushed the sword forward with both hands, and the sword curtain behind him gradually blurred, and he was also shaken forward.
Without him opening his mouth, a sound of immortal music and swords rang out: "One man guards the pass, ten thousand men cannot break through!"
It sounds like a bell ringing in the sky, or like a stone sinking in a dry well.
At the moment when the fist shadow collided with the sword curtain, a distant roar spread out with the explosion as the center.
The seemingly powerful punch suddenly stopped three feet away from Chen Huaian's head.
The Chenjiang Sword did not tremble at all, and ripples like water appeared on the blade. With each layer of ripples, the sword curtain in front of Chen Huaian became wider and thicker. When the first fist shadow smashed down, the sword curtain had already covered the sky above the Qingshui Pond, forming a wall-like barrier above the heads of the monks.
"Amazing! They say sword cultivators are best at attacking, but I think their defense is top-notch as well!"
Some monks looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, some experienced cultivators frowned slightly, "It's hard to say. You see, every time the monk's fist shadow falls, the sword cultivator's figure also sinks a few feet. If hundreds of fist shadows fall from the sky, he will be smashed into the water. Can it really be completely blocked?"
When Monk Fenkong saw Chen Huaian blocking the fist shadow, his face suddenly darkened.
He stopped ejecting the Buddhist beads and instead stretched out his arms and pressed them down hard.
The Buddha's light condensed in the small world behind him poured into his body like silk threads, and a terrifying force connected the fist marks all over the sky.
The fist shadows that were originally smashing down one after another suddenly accelerated and smashed onto the sword curtain with an incessant roar.
Even the sword curtain was slightly bent by the smash. From a distance, the silver-white sword curtain looked like a vast ocean.
"Brother, can you still hold on?"
Chen Huaian was about to change his sword stance. The reason he was defending was because he was afraid that some monks would die here innocently.
It's not that he has a conscience, but it's mainly to save people for virtue, so that he can eat less when he loses luck in the future.
Hearing Zhang Yibai's words, he rolled his eyes and pretended to be in pain and said, "Oh, brother, I underestimated the strength of that stinky monk. His life magic weapon is really powerful, but it's a pity that my life magic weapon is broken, otherwise how could he have the opportunity to be so rampant?"
Zhang Yibai was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "What are you thinking, using such a mediocre sword as your life weapon?"
Chen Huaian recalled that he was ignorant in the past, and when he realized that the Black Scale Sword was unusual, he imitated the protagonist of the novel and dripped some blood on it.
And from that time on, the Black Scale Sword has become his natal magic weapon, and gradually it has gained spirituality.
He didn't dislike the Black Scale Sword. After all, it was the first sword that warmed his bed.
"I was young and ignorant at that time." He gave this answer.
"I understand, brother, you all understand. If you want to be..." Zhang Yibai sighed, "In fact, my life weapon is also a sword. Later, when I cultivated the Yin-Yang Sword Intentions, I forged another sword. I had countless opportunities to replace it, but in the end I couldn't bear to do it."
"Since you can't stand it, I'll teach you a trick today!"
Chen Huaian smiled in his heart, thinking that his fellow villagers are really kind.
"Since your plan is to turn defense into offense, then I will teach you how to do it. Please listen carefully!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of Zhang Yibai wearing a Taoist robe and holding two swords appeared in Chen Huaian's mind.
The face of the phantom could not be seen clearly, and it looked like a shadow. Surrounding it was ink-black darkness. Suddenly, countless flying swords shot out from the darkness. Facing the flying swords, he stood firmly on his horse and swung his hands, and a rotating Yin-Yang fish suddenly appeared under his feet.
Countless flying swords seemed to hit an invisible barrier, circling around the shadow's swinging hands and gradually approaching the center.
The moment it was about to fall on the phantom, the barrier suddenly exploded, and the flying sword that was rotating around it also returned to its original path at an even faster speed.
The shadow disappeared.
Zhang Yibai's voice rang in his mind.
[This move uses the opponent's force to counter attack, using a little force to move a large object, turning defense into offense, combining offense and defense. 】
[Its name is Li Yuan. Birds roosting in the sky know to seek shelter in the trees, and fish swimming at the bottom of the water never leave the abyss!] 】
[The abyss is unbreakable, the sea is unbreakable! 】
Zhang Yibai's voice gradually blended into the sound of the roaring waves.
A prompt appeared in Chen Huaian's field of vision.
[Zhang Yibai, the Lord of the True Martial Saint, is teaching you the True Martial Secret Book - Li Yuan]
[Are you studying?] 】
[If you choose to study, you will get a glimpse of . Since you have the Yuan Zun Dao body, you will automatically gain a great understanding of ! 】
Good job.
He was still wondering why the Yuanzun Dao body that merged on the road didn't react at all.
I didn't say that his cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds, and his chain repair didn't seem to speed up either. I've been waiting here for such a long time.
There was nothing much to say, so Chen Huaian chose to study directly.
[You obtain one of the Zhenwu secrets - Liyuan (Big)]
"Cool!" Chen Huaian laughed.
The voice of Zhang Yibai in my mind has not yet dissipated:
[Brother, since you have reached the level of Dongxu in your cultivation, it already shows that you have amazing comprehension. But brother, my Li Yuan is not that easy to learn. I estimate that you have only grasped the basics for the time being, but there is absolutely no problem in buying you some time! 】
Chen Huaian said nothing, but spread his hands.
Frost rose from his spine behind him, and the Xuanyin sword intent infused his arms.
The next second, the water in the entire Qingshui Pond slowly rose under an inexplicable pulling force, completely enveloping him while also forming a hemispherical water shield on the sword curtain.
In the water shield that covers the sky and the sun.
Vaguely, one could see the shadow of a great swordsman in a tai chi posture, like a pool of water.
You can even see schools of fish swimming in the water.
The punches thrown by Monk Fenkong also stopped the moment they touched the water shield. As the phantom rotated its body, all the punches also revolved around the phantom under the traction. Gradually, these punches were condensed together, growing bigger like a snowball.
Monk Fenkong felt his scalp tingling when he saw this.
He took out the golden bowl, a top-grade spiritual weapon, and shook his head.
This thing can't be stopped.
He also took out the spiritual robes that he usually didn't want to wear.
He shook his head repeatedly, but still couldn't stop it.
If the two defensive magic weapons can't stop it, then there's no way to escape.
However, a sharp murderous intent had already locked onto him.
"Like to play basketball? Then--" Chen Huaian showed two rows of white eyes, pushed his palms forward and merged with the water vapor phantom, and the mountain-like fist also followed and smashed down, "I'll give it all back to you!"
"Escape, great ball technique!!!"
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