Clan Cultivation: Starting with Liver Experience

Nangong Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure was like a swimming dragon. He changed his position seven times in a row, and his body pulled out phantoms.

Every time there was a change, a subtle dragon's roar came out of his body. The dragon's roar was so continuous that it seemed like a single sound.

"hold head high!"

A thunderous dragon roar sounded, and Lu Ya's big spiritual hand stretched out suddenly paused.

A flash of light flashed in Nangong Wentian's eyes, and finally, at the moment when his big spiritual hands were about to close, it flashed out from between his fingers.

What an escape!

Naturally, he is good at escape techniques. The escape method used by Nangong Wentian is a top escape technique in the secret collection of the Wandao Emperor Sect - Nine Transformations of the Wandering Dragon.

The wandering dragon is a kind of precious dragon that lives in the turbulent flow of space. It feeds on space debris and so on. Ordinary monks have never heard of it, let alone seen it.

The Nine Transformations of the Wandering Dragon were created by an ancient powerful monk who observed the changes of the Wandering Dragon.

Once you practice to perfection, your body will turn into a dragon, roam freely, and change in a thousand ways in the blink of an eye. Even if you are in a desperate situation, you can still find a glimmer of hope and escape.

Although Nangong Wentian's Nine Transformations of Youlong had not reached perfection, he had already entered the palace and successfully escaped from Lu Ya's star-picking hand that had not been completely closed.

After escaping, Nangong Wentian looked at Lu Ya with a slightly strange expression, and was even more shocked.

Lu Ya looked kind and friendly on the surface, but who knew that he would have such magical powers when he met him. If he hadn't reacted faster just now, he might have captured him in his hand now.

Although he asked himself that even after being captured by Lu Ya, there was still a way to break free, but it would still take a lot of effort, but it couldn't be compared to the ease at this moment.

Lu Ya's expression did not change at all when facing Nangong Wentian. Since the fight had already begun, he would naturally not be merciful.

Then, he raised his right hand, pointed his middle and index fingers together to form a sword, and pointed towards Nangong Wentian.

Everyone saw that a rich red light suddenly disappeared from Lu Ya's fingers, and then suddenly appeared between Nangong Wentian's eyebrows.

Its power is ferocious, and its intention is even more murderous.

Some monks on the side who had never met Lu Ya before saw this red light and subconsciously tensed up their bodies.

Because in this red light, they all felt the threat of life instinct.

Faced with the red light that was about to pierce through the center of his eyebrows and annihilate his soul, Nangong Wentian could only open his mouth -

"Yu!"

The sound sounded like a thousand sounds, causing ripples and causing the surrounding space to tremble.

The moment he finished speaking, an extremely thick blazing white dot suddenly appeared in front of Nangong Wentian's originally empty eyebrows.

Lu Ya's life-destroying finger hit the white dot. Although the white dot was shattered with one blow, his life-destroying finger also shattered and disappeared.

Moving according to the heart is to "control the heart" for magical power.

This magical power is a top-notch spiritual power. It can invisibly damage the mind and destroy the mind. The only consumption is one's own consciousness.

The more times the mind-controlling magical power is used or the greater the intensity of offense and defense, the more a monk's soul power will be consumed. If the monk's soul power can no longer bear the consumption, then the mind-controlling magical power can no longer be used.

After Nangong Wentian neutralized Lu Ya's offensive once again, his expression suddenly became serious.

Because he had just used his heart-controlling power to take over Lu Ya's Life-Destroying Finger, but his consciousness was reduced by about one-twentieth in an instant.

‘The power of this red light is so terrifying! ’

Outsiders didn't know the shock in Nangong Wentian's heart.

In the eyes of the spectators, they saw Lu Ya's offensive suddenly coming in front of Nangong Wentian, but it was resolved by Nangong Wentian's light word.

His calm and calm appearance made many monks present couldn't help but look at him seriously.

This unknown core true successor of the Wandao Emperor Sect is also one of the best in strength.

Lu Ya raised his brows and pointed his fingers, dot after dot of red light shooting towards the direction of Nangong Wentian from all directions.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Nangong Wentian was surrounded by everyone.

Nangong Wentian could only keep shouting and using his heart-controlling powers to neutralize Lu Ya's offensive. While doing so, his figure was like a swimming dragon, constantly moving around.

The scene suddenly overflowed with murderous intent.

The force of the Death-Destroying Finger kept hitting the protection formed by Yuxin's magical power, and the two magical powers were in a crazy duel.

Compared with Lu Ya's calmness, Nangong Wentian was already a little uneasy at the moment.

The reason was simple. His consciousness was rapidly declining as the Life-Destroying Fingers collided. By the time this wave of Life-Destroying Fingers ended, Nangong Wentian's face had turned pale.

The speed of the Life-Destroying Finger is too fast, and its attack method is completely unpredictable.

Almost the moment after the Life-Destroying Finger was launched, the Life-Destroying Finger arrived in front of Nangong Wentian.

Faced with such an unreasonable attack, Nangong Wentian could only continue to use Yuxin's magical power to stop all Lu Ya's attacks at the cost of consuming his own consciousness.

The purpose of doing this was just to block Lu Ya's offensive.

But Nangong Wentian never expected that Lu Ya could release such a powerful one-step technique continuously in a short period of time.

Caught off guard, most of his consciousness has been consumed. Although his consciousness can be restored slowly, at this moment, it cannot be restored no matter what.

When strong men compete, the most important thing is to be the first mover. With the speed of the Life-Destroying Finger, it is obvious that it has occupied the most important first mover position.

Lu Ya didn't give Nangong Wentian the slightest chance to breathe. The moment the Life-Destroying Finger ended, the spot under his feet turned into a golden light and disappeared from the spot.

As for why he no longer uses the Life-Destroying Finger, if there is no corresponding solution after two consecutive waves of use, then Nangong Wentian is not worthy of maintaining a record of complete victory until now.

Therefore, Lu Ya simply gave up and continued to use the Life-Destroying Finger to suppress the opponent. Instead, he moved and charged towards Nangong Wentian.

Lu Ya's speed was so fast that it was difficult for Nangong Wentian, who had consumed a lot of his spiritual consciousness, to grasp Lu Ya's position.

But being unable to capture Lu Ya's figure does not mean that he has no way to deal with it.

In an instant, Nangong Wentian's whole body was filled with mana like a tide, completely filling the area within a hundred meters around him in an instant.

After filling his whole body with mana, he did not stop.

With a thought in Nangong Wentian's mind, the mana that originally flowed like a tide instantly turned into sharp spikes the size of rice grains with sharp corners.

Rice spikes as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River are distributed within a hundred meters of Nangong Wentian. Under the illumination of mana and spiritual energy, they reflect a colorful luster, like a dreamy mist, attracting everyone's attention.

It seems harmless, but it is actually very lethal.

The rice spikes are very hard. If there are monks who break through due to their outstanding defense and amazing physique, then these rice spikes will make them understand what it means to regret it.

But if it had been before, when Nangong Wentian's divine consciousness had not been consumed in large amounts, he would have been able to achieve this kind of close defense method perfectly.

But at this moment, with a large amount of spiritual consciousness consumed, some flaws inevitably appeared when casting this top-notch defensive spell.

The moment Lu Ya rushed into this area, he discovered this without any pause. His consciousness was as hot as fire, and a golden-red flame that was as strong as the sun enveloped him in an instant.

Under the flames that were terrifying enough to burn everything, the spikes of these approaching rice grains inevitably vaporized.

The battle between the two seemed to be a back-and-forth, a normal battle between monks.

However, in the eyes of a very few people, one can realize that the battle between the two is no longer a simple battle of spells, but more essential, a competition for both parties' understanding and application of the laws and avenues.

All this kind of thing is just the carrier of one's own way.

For example, Nangong Wentian's field of rice spikes is actually the use of the golden avenue. He combines the golden avenue with mana and condenses the sharp golden aura into this kind of rice spikes to defend against the enemy. .

Lu Ya, on the other hand, had an insight into Nangong Wentian's current state, and then used the true fire of the sun and his understanding of the path of fire to melt gold with fire, and charged into Nangong Wentian's defense brazenly.

All this sounds slow, but in the eyes of the audience, it only lasts a moment.

Everyone only saw that as soon as Nangong Wentian opened the defensive area, Lu Ya turned into a golden red sun and crashed into Nangong Wentian's defensive area with unstoppable momentum.

The golden-red sun was like a hot knife cutting through butter. The ice melted and the snow melted wherever it passed, and he rushed towards Nangong Wentian without slowing down at all.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded behind Lu Ya. Lu Ya looked deeply at Nangong Wentian who was right in front of him. He stretched out his hand and a long knife with a ferocious and exaggerated shape suddenly appeared in his palm.

Lu Ya held the Jianshou knife in his hand and cut it across with a casual stroke.

There was no fluctuation in this sword, not even the intention or energy of the sword. It simply seemed that Lu Ya was not fighting with others, but just wielding the sword at will in ordinary times.

But just such a knife made Nangong Wentian's spine shiver, and his consciousness felt a sharp sting.

That was his sense of being madly reminding him to avoid this knife, otherwise he would definitely die.

"hold head high!"

Nangong Wentian didn't have the slightest idea of ​​resisting. Facing Lu Ya's almost returning to nature, a dragon roar suddenly sounded in his body, and then his body retreated seven feet in a strange trajectory.

It felt as if he was seven feet away. This sensory contrast made people feel uncomfortable.

Facing Nangong Wentian's retreat, Lu Ya was not affected at all. The force of the sword in his hand changed, and the blade of the horizontal slash turned over. Then he slashed vertically from top to bottom, still reaching Nangong Wentian.

The sword fell, and the sword energy containing the ultimate killing power hung down like a waterfall. It suddenly condensed into an almost hundred-foot-long spiritual energy blade in the void, and slashed towards Nangong Wentian together with the Jianshou Dao in Lu Ya's hand.

You withdrew from Qi Chi before, so can you withdraw from Baizhang this time?

Lu Ya didn't speak, but the knife in his hand made it clear what he was thinking.

No matter how exquisite Nangong Wentian's Nine Transformations of the Wandering Dragon were and how good he was at dodges and maneuvers, facing Lu Ya's terrifying ultimate killing blow, any transformation was in vain.

Buzz!

Boom!

The sound of a giant bell like a yellow bell exploded!

After Nangong Wentian couldn't avoid Lu Ya's knife in his heart, he did not hesitate to resort to the bottom of the box to save his life.

He saw a huge bell with a height of three feet and a bright golden body emerging above his head. Mysterious lines were spread all over the inside and outside. Majesty scriptures were engraved on the bell body. Golden rays of light fell down, protecting Nangong Wentian within it.

"Junior brother Nangong is known as the strongest defense in the sect and has the most methods. Unexpectedly, he was forced to use the Ten Thousand Dao Imperial Bell, the last resort of the all-in-one attack and killing method, after only a few dozen breaths of fighting against this fellow Daoist Lu."

In the Central Region team, Fang Qingwu observed the battlefield and then spoke.

Fang Lintian's eyes were deep and he said slowly after hearing this: "It's not that Junior Brother Nangong is weak, it's just that the fellow Lu Dao opposite him is so strong that he can't breathe.

If you fight against him, you must not underestimate him in the slightest. "

"Brother, when did you think I would underestimate my opponent?"

Fang Qingwu never turned her head, with a trace of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Fang Lintian shook his head slightly and stopped talking.

Lu Ya lowered his sword and struck the Ten Thousand Imperial Bell above Nangong Wentian's head. A violent roar came from the bell.

Under Nangong Wentian's disbelieving gaze, Lu Ya calmly pulled out the Jian Shou knife half embedded in the giant bell, and then raised the knife to strike again.

This time, Lu Ya's sword was unusually slow, and the force of the sword also changed, as if Lu Ya was not swinging the sword, but pushing an ancient sacred mountain.

"Hey, Brother Lu actually used this sword. It seems that Nangong Wentian in the Central Region is going to be defeated."

In the Southern Region team, Xia Houjie's eyes suddenly lit up after seeing this familiar scene.

Among everyone present, he was the only one who had experienced the feeling of facing Lu Ya. Naturally, he was the only one who knew the horror of Lu Ya's mountain-turning sword.

"Junior brother Xiahou, you are the only one who has personally experienced Brother Lu's sword. I wonder how you felt at that time?"

Ji Xinhu looked at Xia Houjie very curiously, his words full of curiosity.

Xia Houjie thought for a while and then said: "Brother Lu's sword is very, very heavy, so heavy that it is almost impossible to take it.

Let's put it this way, Brother Lu's knife felt like he had pulled out the entire Tianjian Peak, integrated the weight of Tianjian Peak into the knife in his hand, and struck me with it. .

This terrifying weight can't even be endured by space. Facing Brother Lu's sword, there is no way to avoid it, to move it, and to escape. "

When everyone heard this, their hearts sank, and then they looked at the field again.

As Xia Houjie said, Nangong Wentian had no intention of escaping under Lu Ya's knife, because the space around him was already filled with cracks like broken porcelain.

Nangong Wentian's position was as stable as gold and iron, with no possibility of escaping at all.

At this moment, all of Nangong Wentian's hopes were placed on the Ten Thousand Dao Imperial Bell above his head and his own life-saving jade talisman. This sword was too terrifying. He had never seen such a terrifying sword power in his life.

Click, click, click!

As Lu Ya's knife fell, the space made an overwhelming crashing sound, and tiny cracks appeared and disappeared around the blade.

When the long knife fell, the huge bell above Nangong Wentian's head did not have any blocking effect, and it was just cut in two neatly.

Then, the long sword continued to slash at Nangong Wentian's Tianling.

The long knife fell inch by inch, and its infinite weight compressed the small area where Nangong Wentian stood, making the space around him terrifyingly stable.

At this moment, Nangong Wentian was like an insect accidentally dropped into amber. Wrapped in amber, he could not move at all and could only wait in horror for death to come. (End of chapter)