Yue Qianchou floated in the air on his sword with a ruthless look on his face. Cold lights and shadows were everywhere around him, dancing all over the sky. When Yue Qianchou moved in the air, there were nearly a hundred cold lights following him. Every time his limbs moved, the sword shadows in the sky would be in a commotion. Everything was under his control, and his momentum was extraordinary.
Feng Xiangtian, who was in the attic, suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "If I remember correctly, there seems to be a set of sword skills in the Sutras Depository called 'Guiyuan Sword Skill'. The higher the cultivation, the more flying swords you can control. Yue Qianchou should be practicing this set of sword skills."
Ou Sihai, who was beside him, nodded, then shook his head and said, "The Guiyuan Sword Skill doesn't seem to be so fast and powerful. Otherwise, many disciples would have practiced it. "
Feng Xiangtian's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it has been modified by him. If that's the case, then this Yue Qianchou's cultivation talent is really extraordinary."
Ou Sihai frowned and did not say anything. He did not believe what the head said. Modified the cultivation method? What a joke. The person who was most familiar with the cultivation method was the creator of the method. How could other people who practiced this method change it randomly? Unless he was not afraid of death or Qigong Deviation.
In fact, both Feng Xiangtian and Ou Sihai were right. However, the latter did not know that when Yue Qianchou was modifying this sword technique, there were indeed many times when he almost went berserk. However, whenever his body was damaged or about to collapse, the Golden Bead in his body would display its miraculous effect, constantly repairing and maintaining his body. That was why Yue Qianchou, who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, changed this Sword Technique of Guiyuan into his own unique sword technique. As for his talent in cultivation, it probably had nothing to do with it.
All the people who were familiar with Yue Qianchou were stunned. They did not know how many more secrets this guy had. In short, once he did it, it was very eye-catching.
Just when everyone was guessing what he was going to do … Yue Qianchou stretched out two fingers and drew two circles in the air. Close to a hundred flying swords followed his gestures and split into two, forming two circles of swords behind him. In the eyes of the surrounding people, it was as if he had grown a pair of glowing wings on his back.
The disciple hiding in the Vajra Barrier panicked once more. Although the Astral Breaker Talismans did not harm him, the explosion had caused his blood and Qi to churn, making him feel unbearably uncomfortable. It took him a long time to calm down, but from the looks of it, the fellow in the sky was going to do something again. It was a matter of life and death, so it would be strange if he was not afraid. The light barrier protecting him became golden again.
"Quick!" Yue Qianchou shouted at the two circles of swords behind him. One of the two circles of swords behind him suddenly broke off, forming two long dragons on the left and right, pouncing toward the golden egg below. Immediately, a series of clanking sounds of metal colliding rang out.
As the clanking sounds rang out, Yue Qianchou moved his fingers again. The two sword dragons once again formed two circles, connecting with each other in a Circulatory Cycle manner. They kept colliding with the golden egg, and the rapid and sharp sounds of collision rang out. This scene fell into the eyes of the crowd, as if the two wings on Yue Qianchou's body had grown onto the golden egg below.
Suddenly, Yue Qianchou moved his fingers and pointed down. The two high-speed circles of swords immediately sped up, turning into two beams of light. The sounds of collision were no longer rapid, but a continuous, sharp, ear-piercing sound. After listening for a while, the crowd felt a sense of irritation in their chests. They felt flustered and immediately circulated their qi to resist.
Yue Qianchou looked down with a determined expression. He took out a handful of Qi Recovery Pills and stuffed them into his mouth. Damn it! I'm going to drag it out with you today. I don't believe that this turtle shell can protect you forever.
Everyone could see that he wanted to fight a protracted battle, but the noise was really disturbing and uncomfortable. What they didn't know was that the disciple in the light barrier was suffering a thousand times more than the crowd. The sharp, bone-piercing sound was right beside his ears. He couldn't hide even if he wanted to. He could only sit down cross-legged and circulate his qi to resist.
Elder Mo of the Artifact Refining Pavilion, who was on the pavilion, asked in surprise, "Old Guan, what is your disciple doing?" Guan Weiwu turned around and rolled his eyes at him. He thought to himself, 'You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask?'
After a while, Elder Mo suddenly shouted, "Oh no, look at the disciple in the vajra barrier."
The people on the pavilion looked over. It was so far away that they couldn't see clearly. They immediately circulated their qi to take a closer look. When they saw clearly, they were all shocked. The disciple's face was pale and his body was trembling non-stop. His eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and other orifices were bleeding. His appearance was dispirited and miserable. It was obvious that he was injured.
"How could this be?" Feng Xiangtian was also shocked. The group of elders looked at each other in dismay. Even with their cultivation and knowledge, no one could tell how Yue Qianchou had injured that disciple.
In fact, Yue Qianchou himself didn't know what was going on. He was the closest to the disciple, so he was the first to notice the abnormality. At first, he saw that the disciple was shivering in the turtle shell. He didn't pay much attention to it. When he noticed that something was wrong, he focused and saw that the disciple was bleeding from his orifices. What was going on?
After a while, Yue Qianchou came to a realization. It was probably the high-intensity noise he made that injured the disciple. No matter what, he was someone who had lived in the technological era for so many years in his previous life. Of course, he knew that the sound waves produced by noise could also kill people.
Damn! It was a lucky hit. So it was like this. Yue Qianchou was overjoyed. The speed of the flying sword was raised to the limit. The ear-piercing sound made the people around them feel disturbed.
Yue Qianchou stared at the disciple's reaction in the turtle shell. When he saw that the disciple was shaking even more violently, he knew that he had guessed correctly. He stuffed another Qi Recovery Pill into his mouth and thought, "Bastard, let's see how long you can resist."
Not long after, everyone suddenly noticed that the light emitted by the Vajra Shield was flickering. Even the disciples in the early stage of Foundation Establishment could see that something was wrong. Yue Qianchou sneered again and again. He could clearly see that the person inside was not only bleeding from his seven orifices, but even his pores were oozing blood. Yet, he was still stubbornly resisting. It seemed that he was not far from death.
Everyone in the attic naturally saw this. Elder Mo sighed and said, "I'm afraid it's almost over!" Everyone had their own thoughts and were silent. Only Ou Sihai's face was frighteningly gloomy.
"Ah …" Suddenly, the surroundings boiled. The Vajra Shield on the Cultivation Pavilion disciple's body suddenly disappeared. His whole body was finally exposed. He was covered in blood and fell to the ground.
"Bang!" Yue Qianchou's face was full of joy as he shouted. After waiting for a long time, he finally succeeded. If he didn't act now, then when would he? He understood the principle of delay. Nearly a hundred cold lights swarmed toward the disciple like a flock of crows fighting for food.
Now everyone knew that the disciple was dead for sure! Ou Sihai, who was in the attic, slammed his palm on the railing. His lips were tightly shut and his face was gloomy. He didn't say a word. Feng Xiangtian glanced at him and didn't say anything. On the other hand, Guan Weiwu was a bit like a thief. His disciple defeated his opponent, but he didn't show any joy. Instead, he secretly looked at the people on both sides.
With a burst of blood mist, the flying swords completed their mission. They turned into cold lights and flashed back into Yue Qianchou's storage pouch. When the blood mist dissipated, there was nothing left except a pool of blood on the ground. Yue Qianchou floated to the ground. The long sword under his feet fell into his hand. He walked to the pool of blood, picked up the bloody bracelet with his sword, and put it into his storage pouch. He casually threw the sword back into the scabbard on his back and walked toward the Alchemy Pavilion disciples as if nothing had happened.
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