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An Old Drunkard was surprised that Lin Tian could make the sword burn with flames when he executed the first move of the Nine Styles of the Burning Sun. At the same time, An Old Drunkard was also surprised that Lin Tian could execute the move in such a short time. Although he had taught Lin Tian by example, An Old Drunkard's comprehension speed was truly monstrous.
"Not bad!"
An Old Drunkard smiled.
Lin Tianyi smiled and the Inner Spirit Sword burned even more fiercely. With a slash, the flaming sword qi that filled the sky was instantly dispersed.
For a time, the sound of metal clanging could be heard in the forest.
…
At the same time, in the Hundred Refinements Workshop.
"Ah!"
A furious roar resounded throughout the Hundred Refinements Workshop, causing all the disciples to tremble in fear.
The owner of the Hundred Refinements Workshop and the others returned to the Hundred Refinements Workshop from the Burning Sun Sect. Apart from the Supreme Elder who was unscathed, the owner of the Hundred Refinements Workshop and the others had lost an arm. One could imagine the anger and hatred in their hearts. At this moment, a group of people gathered in a large hall. Only the Supreme Elder who had stayed behind in the Hundred Refinements Workshop was unscathed. He stared at the owner of the Hundred Refinements Workshop and the others with a shocked expression.
The Supreme Elder's expression was solemn. "It's really that …"
"Li Changfeng!"
The owner of the Hundred Refinements Workshop gritted his teeth and his face was filled with killing intent.
Like the owner of the Hundred Refinements Workshop, the other two Supreme Elders' faces were ashen and their eyes were bloodshot. They had gone to the Burning Sun Sect to ask for Mu Hong, but they did not expect An Old Drunkard to suddenly appear. Not only did Mu Hong die, but the three of them also lost an arm each. Even the treasures and elixirs that they had collected over the years were all gone.
At this moment, a loud sound was heard from the depths of the hall. It sounded like the beating of a drum.
The Supreme Elder of the Hundred Refinements Workshop said coldly, "Let's ignore Li Changfeng for now. The Demon Burial Valley will open in half a month. Li Changfeng will definitely let his disciples enter the Demon Burial Valley to train. In this half a month, do your best to raise the combat power of a few core disciples. We must capture him alive in the Demon Burial Valley! As long as we obtain the complete Hundred Refinements Secret Technique, the strength of our Hundred Refinements Workshop will increase by a thousand times. At that time, we will kill Li Changfeng! "
The owner of the Hundred Refinements District and the others gritted their teeth. Their eyes were filled with cold light.
On the other side, in the Seven Profound Pavilion …
"Yi Zhengshang was killed by the Burning Sun Sect?!" The Seven Profound Pavilion Pavilion Master's expression changed. "Damn it, when did he go to the Burning Sun Sect!? And that Li Changfeng, that man actually returned to the Burning Sun Sect? "
"Pavilion Master, what should we do?"
Someone said with a sullen expression.
"Let's get to the bottom of this before we decide what to do!"
The Seven Profound Pavilion Master said.
Beside him, another person said, "Pavilion Master, the Demon Burial Valley will open in half a month."
"I know. Tell the disciples to prepare well, especially the core disciples."
Looking outside, the Seven Profound Pavilion Master's expression was very ugly. No matter what, the Zephyr Realm experts were the pillars of the sect. However, one of them had died just like that. This was a huge blow to the Seven Profound Pavilion. However, he could not do anything for the time being because Yi Zhengshang had died in the Burning Sun Sect at the hands of An Old Drunkard. As someone from the same generation as An Old Drunkard, the Seven Profound Pavilion Master was very clear about how terrifying An Old Drunkard was. Moreover, he could imagine that Yi Zhengshang was not in the right in this matter. Otherwise, the Burning Sun Sect would not have killed Yi Zhengshang without any scruples.
"Incompetent!"
The Seven Profound Pavilion Master scolded. With a flick of his sleeve, he walked into the depths of the Seven Profound Pavilion.
Almost at the same time, the Valley of the Harp received news that Xu Yue had died in the Burning Sun Sect.
"He brought this upon himself." Yu Wushuang shook her head with an indifferent expression. Yu Wushuang naturally understood Xu Yue very well. Xu Yue had followed the people of the Hundred Refinements Square to the Burning Sun Sect. She more or less guessed something. "It seems that An Old Drunkard's current strength is unstoppable among the four sects. He is indeed as strong as before."
"Valley Master, which disciples will be sent to the Demon Burial Valley?"
A voice sounded.
Someone walked in. It was also an elder of the Valley of the Harp.
"Although the Demon Burial Valley is full of opportunities, there are also many dangers." Yu Wushuang looked at the old woman who walked in and said, "Let's follow the previous years and only allow disciples who have reached the Sea of Consciousness Realm to enter. This will reduce the casualties."
"Valley Master's words are reasonable. This old woman also thinks so. After all, those children are still young and cannot wither prematurely."
The old woman said.
"En, then I will trouble Elder Sun."
Yu Wushuang said.
Elder Sun smiled and waved her hand, then left.
…
Burning Sun Sect, Demon Sealing Gorge.
"Clang!"
The sound of the sword was ear-piercing and the flaming sword radiance swept across the field, scorching some of the nearby bushes.
In the bushes, two figures were fighting. One of them was holding a longsword, which was completely covered in flames. The other figure was holding an ordinary dry branch. Normally, when a branch came into contact with flames, it would quickly be burned to ashes. However, this branch kept colliding with the flaming sword, but it was not damaged at all.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
The branch and the flaming sword kept colliding with each other, emitting the crisp sound of metal colliding.
"The fourth sword, Tornado!"
A cold shout sounded.
Suddenly, the wind in the bushes shook violently. Dozens of flaming tornadoes appeared, causing the air to sizzle.
"Not bad, very strong!"
The other person laughed.
"White Lotus Sword!"
Suddenly, dense white lotuses appeared in the air. Then, the white lotuses quickly condensed into a large sword, flowing with brilliant light.
The two figures fighting were naturally Lin Tian and An Old Drunkard. Since An Old Drunkard brought Lin Tian to the Demon Sealing Gorge to cultivate, ten days had passed in the blink of an eye. In these ten days, An Old Drunkard not only taught Lin Tian the Nine Forms of the Incinerating Sun, but also honed the white lotuses that grew in Lin Tian's Knowledge Sea. This allowed Lin Tian to have a better control of the white lotuses.
At this time, the flaming tornadoes attacked from all directions. The Lotus Sword in the Knowledge Sea ignored everything and rushed straight to An Old Drunkard.
"Heh."
An Old Drunkard smiled and gently swung the branch.
With a sizzle, all the flaming tornadoes collapsed. At the same time, the Lotus Sword seemed to be blocked and bounced back.
"The fifth sword, Bursting Flames!"
Lin Tian shouted.
As he swung the sword, the Heart Spirit Sword trembled. The air became scorching hot and the sky was full of flames.
Now, when he used the Nine Forms of the Incinerating Sun, the power of fire in his vital essence was completely mobilized. It was much more powerful than when he merged his fire vital essence into the Azure Thunder Sword Technique. It was a qualitative difference. He also finally understood An Old Drunkard's words. He, who had refined the fire crystals, was indeed very suitable to cultivate the Nine Forms of the Incinerating Sun.
"Good."
An Old Drunkard praised.
The two figures continued to fight in the bushes. It was not until another two hours had passed that they stopped.
Lin Tian squatted on the side, panting heavily.
In these ten days, An Old Drunkard had been suppressing his strength, but it was still very difficult for him to fight with An Old Drunkard. It felt like an ant trying to shake an elephant. However, although he was very tired these ten days, he could clearly feel that his strength had increased tremendously.
"In ten days, you've cultivated the fifth form of the Nine Forms of the Incinerating Sun. You've also mastered the strange phenomenon in your mind. It's very good. Compared to ten days ago, your combat strength has at least doubled." After a pause, An Old Drunkard smiled and said, "I don't think you can learn the sixth to ninth forms in a short time, so there's no need to practice now. Next, I'll pass on the essence of the tenth form to you. Remember it well."
"Huh?" Lin Tianyi was stunned. "The tenth form?"
He remembered that there were only nine forms of the Nine Forms of the Incinerating Sun. Where did the tenth form come from?
An Old Drunkard grinned. "The Nine Forms of the Incinerating Sun indeed only have nine forms. But I, your master, had nothing to do, so I combined the first nine forms and created the tenth form."
"You …"
Lin Tian's eyes widened. He created the tenth form of the Incinerating Sun?!
"Don't waste time. Watch carefully. I'll only show it to you today."
As An Old Drunkard spoke, his entire aura suddenly changed. Lin Tianzhi saw that An Old Drunkard seemed to be performing the first form of the Nine Forms of the Incinerating Sun all the way to the ninth form. An Old Drunkard performed the nine forms in a cycle, slowly simplifying them. After dozens of breaths, An Old Drunkard slashed out.
Boom!
In an instant, the entire Demon Sealing Gorge seemed to shake. A sea of fire suddenly appeared in the sky.
Lin Tian stared at the sky closely. He only felt that the sea of fire was extremely dazzling. The flames seemed to be condensed from the killing sword aura. He could clearly see the sharp killing swords nurtured in the sea of fire. It was as if they were going to pierce the clouds, no … the sky!
Staring at this sword, Lin Tian was shocked. Was this … really a move of the Flight Realm?
"Did you see it clearly?"
An Old Drunkard asked.
Lin Tian collected his thoughts and took a deep breath before nodding. An Old Drunkard had taken dozens of breaths to perform that move because An Old Drunkard had demonstrated it for him ten times in a row, from slow to fast, before finally performing the move. Having seen it ten times in a row, he naturally remembered it very clearly.
"The tenth form. I named it Sea of Fire. But it's just a name, so it doesn't matter." An Old Drunkard looked at Lin Tian and narrowed his eyes. He said, "This move is indeed very powerful. But kid, even if you learn this move, you must remember not to use it rashly before you reach the Flight Realm. Spiritual Aether won't be able to keep up."
Lin Tian Wei was shocked. "The restrictions are that great?"
An Old Drunkard gave Lin Tianyi another slap. "The Nine Styles of the Burning Sun are martial arts of the Flight Realm. The so-called Flight Realm martial arts were originally meant for Flight Realm experts to cultivate. The tenth form of the sword surpasses the previous nine sword styles. Naturally, the requirements are very high. Do you think you can use it casually? If that were really the case, wouldn't a body-refining cultivator be able to kill a cultivator with the sea of consciousness? "
Lin Tianyi was stunned. After thinking about it, An Old Drunkard did make a lot of sense.
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