Clan Cultivation: Starting with Liver Experience

The ferocious long knife seemed to turn into a dragon devouring creatures at this moment, and the serrated teeth on the blade were the sharp fangs of the dragon.

The bloody and rich breath is mixed with the stench of death, spraying wantonly on those who have lost their shelter.

A layer of golden shield suddenly appeared under the blade. The seemingly thin shield actually blocked the progress of the long knife.

"blocked!"

Nangong Wentian looked at the long knife less than a foot above his head, and his anxious heart was slightly relieved.

He did not expect that his defensive secret Wan Dao Emperor Bell would not block Lu Ya's sword at all. Instead, it would turn into a large urn, tightly restraining him.

Fortunately, at the last moment, his life-saving jade talisman was activated on its own, forming a protective shield that blocked Lu Ya's long knife.

But just as Nangong Wentian took a breath, he heard a subtle "click" sound.

He suddenly looked up and saw that the originally indestructible protective shield was making an overwhelming crunching sound under Lu Ya's knife. Cracks were centered on the blade of the long knife and spread towards the entire protective shield. .

Under Nangong Wentian's gaze, the golden shield suddenly shattered with a "pop" sound.

What!

The life-saving jade talisman given by the Immortal Sect Master actually shattered under the attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Such a horrifying scene not only caused Nangong Wentian's soul to escape from the defensive shield, but also the monks watching the battle in the distance felt terrified at this moment.

Especially those monks who had fought against Lu Ya, and among them the three brothers Wang Xuan of the North Territory were the most important.

At this moment, Wang Xuan and the others looked at the long knife that shattered under Lu Ya's hand, and looked at each other, with a feeling of surviving after a disaster.

You must know that they were very unreasonable at the time, three against one, and it was a sneak attack. They were already very unruly.

Even if Lu Ya killed all three of them at that time, there would be no problem.

However, Lu Ya only defeated the three of them and did not take any further action.

Now that they think about it, the three of them have put away their hostility towards Lu Ya, their eyes even dodge, and they no longer dare to stare at Lu Ya unscrupulously.

The moment the life-saving shield was shattered under the long knife, Nangong Wentian finally faced Lu Ya's knife.

In just a moment, the terrifying pressure and surging murderous intent made him lose his will to resist, and only one thought emerged in his mind.

"It's over!"

"Stop! We admit it."

A huge and majestic roar rang out, and the roaring sound was wrapped in magic power, and it came to Lu Ya and Nangong Wentian in an instant.

This voice seems to contain infinite power, and you can feel your heart shaking just by hearing it.

Chang Dao paused!

He stopped at a place less than a finger away from Nangong Wentian Tianling.

Lu Ya turned his head to look at Nangong Wentian under the long sword, then turned to look at Prince Wandao Fang Lintian who looked majestic at the moment. He loosened his palm and the Jianshou knife disappeared instantly.

Facing the gazes of many eyes, Lu Ya smiled and said: "Don't worry so much, this is the Immortal Competition, and fellow Taoist Nangong and I have no grudges in the past. Lu is not a murderous person." .

Right, fellow Taoist Nangong. "

When Nangong Wentian heard this, his body trembled slightly, and then he nodded quickly.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu, for your advice."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a bit of green light quickly fell into Lu Ya's hand.

Lu Ya took the green light into his hand, then stepped on it, and the next moment he was back beside Jiang Daoying.

When Fang Lintian saw this, he also looked away.

The monks who were watching the battle also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, they almost thought that Lu Ya was going to kill Nangong Wentian with one blow, and that Prince Wandao would also be tempted to avenge Nangong Wentian.

If things develop like this, I'm afraid this time the Immortal Sect Competition will be chaotic.

Fortunately, this didn't happen.

Fang Lintian took a deep look at Lu Ya, and then looked at the returning Nangong Wentian: "Junior brother Nangong, are you not injured?"

Nangong Wentian seemed a little silent at the moment. After Fang Lintian spoke, he nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist Lu was very measured in his actions. I was not injured."

Very measured?

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Wentian was suddenly startled, raised his head and looked at Fang Lintian and Fang Qingwu.

Obviously, he thought that when he was discussing with his brothers in the sect, he would be so calm and in control of the overall situation.

Because his cultivation level is much higher than that of his brothers, he is able to appear calm and calm.

But now, after his fight with Lu Ya, he actually said such words.

The meaning is self-evident.

"It seems that this fellow Taoist Lu Ya is much stronger than we knew."

Fang Lintian's eyes were as deep as the sea, and suddenly a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "This is interesting."

Fang Qingwu stood aside and curled her lips under the gauze slightly when she saw this.

'This tone is as if the eldest brother is some kind of invincible emperor. Don't be defeated by then and cannot accept the reality. ’

"Brother Lu's strength is still as strong as ever."

Seeing Lu Ya come back, Jiang Daoying said with a smile.

Lu Ya looked sideways at Jiang Daoying and said with a smile, "Brother Jiang, too."

Just as the two of them were talking, the tall and burly Yang Yu slowly stepped forward and stepped into the battlefield.

Afterwards, Fang Lintian from the Zhongyu team also slowly walked to the field.

At this moment, there are only five people who maintain complete victory, two from the South Territory, one from the North Territory, and two from the Middle Territory.

This battle is a battle between the monks from the Western Region and the Central Region.

Yang Yu's face was calm. Even when facing the majestic Fang Lintian, he spoke unhurriedly: "Yang Yu, the Holy Sect of Dayan in the Western Region, has met Fellow Daoist Fang."

As he stood in the field, even the starlight above his head disappeared, leaving only the rich texture of black gold shining brightly.

Looking at this scene, Lu Ya was really surprised.

Both Meng Huaisheng and Yang Yu practiced the Zhangliu Golden Body, which can be said to be violent and powerful, and they also practiced the Mingwang Palm, the unique skill of the Dayan Saint Sect.

The Ming Dynasty King's Palm is the most top-notch killing move magical power, and every palm is filled with the most violent and bloody killing.

But just like this, the two of them were so peaceful in normal times. It was really hard to imagine what made them so peaceful.

Fang Lintian, the Prince of Ten Thousand Dao, who was wearing a black gold robe and was full of majesty in every move, faced Yang Yu and returned the greeting: "Fang Lintian, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Dao in the Central Region, has met Fellow Daoist Yang."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking, and Yang Yu didn't speak either.

Even the howling wind dissipated when it came close to the two of them.

This competition has no suspense for the monks from the Western Region and the Central Region.

On the one hand, the monks in the Central Region believe that Fang Lintian, as the Prince of Ten Thousand Daos, has mastery of the Five Daos and has the best combat power.

On the other hand, the monks in the Western Region also believed that as the contemporary demon slayer of the Dayan Saint Sect, Yang Yu, who was known as "invulnerable to all laws", could never fail.

Demon Slayer is the name given by the Dayan Saint Sect to the disciples with the highest cultivation level, the strongest combat power and the most monsters killed in the sect. Compared to the princes of the Wandao Emperor Sect, Demon Slayer actually strives for it himself. came.

And among each generation of disciples, there is only one person with the name of slaying demons.

Yang Yu can become a contemporary demon slayer, and his combat power and means are so strong that there is no need to elaborate further.

Suddenly, a starlight appeared between the two, as if the whole world was announcing the beginning of this battle.

Then, the monks watching the battle saw——

Yang Yu's tall and burly body began to move forward, and his steps were solid and steady. No matter how anxious the spectators were, no matter what expectations or urgings they had in their hearts, he still moved forward at his own speed, as if nothing could stop him. pace.

And with every step he took, a ray of black gold light bloomed in his body. As he moved forward, the black gold light slowly converged, and finally fell into his body.

And at the moment when all the black golden light was recovered, Yang Yu completely transformed into a brilliant golden man.

He clasped his hands together in front of him, Wu Jin's face looked at Fang Lintian opposite, his lips did not move, but a rumble sounded:

"Demon Slaughter, please give Prince Wandao a try!"

At this moment, he is no longer the peaceful Yang Yu just now, but the "Demon Slayer" who scares all the monsters in the entire Demonic Abyss!

Looking at the tall golden man in the field, all the monks watching the battle couldn't help but feel their hearts sink.

This kind of power that seems to be overwhelming the world is really too terrifying.

Opposite the demon-slayer Yang Yu, Fang Lintian also looked solemn.

When Yang Yu moved forward, he also moved.

I saw him reaching out his right hand into the void beside him, and then pulled out a dazzling sword from the void!

As soon as the sword came out, the terrifying sword energy swept across the battlefield, as if there were thousands or ten thousand swords, whistling together.

All the sword cultivators were shocked at this moment, because they discovered that those sword whistles were coming from them.

There was only one person and one sword, but there was no reaction at all.

That is Jiang Daoying, the peerless swordsman from Wulianghaiya.

Lu Ya looked at the scene of thousands of swords roaring together, then turned to look at Jiang Daoying, and couldn't help but joked: "It seems that Brother Jiang's sword is better, even if this prince of Wandao can activate all the swords.

But only Brother Jiang's sword could not move him at all. "

Faced with Lu Ya's joke, Jiang Daoying rarely gave an explanation, but said in a calm tone: "If you can't even trust your own sword, then it's better not to repair this sword."

In just one sentence, the most essential difference between sword cultivators and ordinary cultivators was explained.

Sword cultivators only have swords!

One person can conquer the world with just one sword. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, he can open a road to the sky with just the sword in his hand.

Ordinary monks use swords just because they are easy to use. In their eyes, swords are no different from knives and guns.

The radiant sword is called the Imperial Sword.

All living beings in heaven and earth respect the emperor.

All swordsmen in the world regard the imperial sword as the most respected one.

This is the concept of Imperial Sword.

At this time, Prince Wandao was holding an imperial sword and wearing a black gold uniform. He was really like an emperor on earth, holding troops and fighting in person, and he was majestic.

And when the bright light dissipated, many monks were able to see clearly what the imperial sword looked like.

This sword is almost two meters long, with a broad and thick spine, two open blades, and long and narrow bleeding grooves on both sides of the sword body.

There are complex lines on the sword body, and all these complex lines are gathered into the bleeding groove of the sword body.

It's like all the ways return and flow, and it's like all the ways are derived.

The sword body is broad and thick, and the blade is narrow and bright. It seems to be caring for all people, and it also seems to kill all living beings with blood.

This sword is the Wandao Emperor Sword!

In the past dynasties of the Wandao Emperor Sect, only the Wandao Prince could practice cultivation.

At this moment, Fang Lintian held the imperial sword and looked at Yang Yu with majestic eyes.

"please!"

The sound is as loud as thunder, and the aura is soaring to the sky!

The two moved at the same time. In the eyes of many spectators, a black light and a golden light suddenly collided in one thousandth of an instant.

clang!

Wu Jin's fist collided with the edge of the imperial sword, and the terrifying spiritual energy suddenly swayed away from where the fist and sword met.

The imperial sword fell like a mountain, its momentum unstoppable.

But the Demon-Slaying Fist was even more tenacious and solid, blocking the mountain with force.

The sword blade fell, and Fang Lintian's eyes showed approval.

Even if he physically punched his imperial sword, there wasn't even a white mark on Yang Yu's fist. This level of six-foot-long golden body was really terrifying.

The two fought fiercely together, and the terrifying sword energy and fist wind continued to explode, and the onlookers had to retreat again and again.

There was another violent sound of gold and iron clashing, and Fang Lintian slashed at Yang Yu's shoulder with his imperial sword.

The latter did not dodge or dodge, but just punched Fang Lintian in the chest like a cannon.

涳!

A dull and empty echo sounded under Yang Yu's fist.

On Fang Lintian's chest, a round wheel the same size as Yang Yu's fist appeared quietly.

Yang Yu's fist hit the round wheel and could no longer make any progress.

At the same time, Fang Lintian slashed down with his sword, but it did not leave even a scratch on Yang Yu's shoulder.

For a moment, it seemed that neither of them could do anything to the other.

Faced with this situation, neither Yang Yu nor Fang Lintian showed any signs of wavering. Facing their opponents, they just firmly used what they had learned to break their opponents' defenses and defeat them.

Then, they saw that Yang Yu clenched his fists with both hands, and his fists turned into afterimages, constantly bombarding Fang Lintian in front of him.

The latter, on the other hand, kept dancing his sword, and terrifying sword energy swarmed in.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, spiritual energy exploded, and the bright light was shaken away. Then everyone saw a figure flying backwards from the center of the battlefield.

The man holding a big sword was clearly Fang Lintian of the Wandao Emperor Sect.

In the battlefield, a six-foot-long golden man kept his punching posture without moving at all.

Fang Lintian exhaled the turbid air in his chest, swung the long sword in his hand, and came to kill again as if nothing happened.

When people are halfway, a bright purple light falls first.

Thick thunder and dazzling lightning formed a thunder prison, covering Yang Yu from all directions.

"Well, the power of this kind of thunder is extremely strong. It depends on whether it can break through Fellow Daoist Yang's golden body. If it is less powerful, it will be completely useless."

Lu Ya's eyes lit up after seeing Fang Lintian's thunder technique, and he immediately commented.

He had fought against Meng Huaisheng, so he naturally knew the difficulties of the Zhangliu Golden Body.

If the killing power is not enough, it will be scraping for Yang Yu.

Reality is not a game. There is no forced deduction of blood. If you can't break the defense, you just can't break the defense. (End of chapter)