My projections are all the roots of the Holy Spirit

Ding……

When Xu Jun's power was increased to seventy times, the dummy flew out directly, leaving very obvious marks on his body.

Xu Jun compared the instruction manual next to him and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

This deep mark shows that the power of his sword is already comparable to the power of a high-grade attack weapon.

As for high-grade magic weapons, they are basically the bottom-of-the-line treasures that can only be used by monks in the late stage of Qi training.

As far as Xu Jun knew, Qingfeng from another world was already well-known and had a good master.

But even so, he, a monk in the late stage of Qi training, only has two high-grade magic weapons on his body.

However, the ordinary mortal long sword in Xu Jun's hand, after condensing seventy sword rings, was already as powerful as it.

So, what about the sword gang with more than eighty rings?

Although Xu Jun had seen it when he was possessed by another world, how could the feeling at that time be compared to experiencing it in person.

Xu Jun took a deep breath, and the energy and blood in his body suddenly rose to the peak.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword trembled violently, and he didn't know how many times it vibrated at this moment.

Then, a white light lit up.

At this moment, Xu Jun suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

Even though this sword gang was something he made himself, he was still shocked and frightened by it.

Without thinking, Xu Jun slashed out with his sword.

Then, he had a feeling that this sword was completely different from any previous sword.

It's not just an increase in power, there's also a fundamental change.

Sure enough, it was different from the previous times.

Previously, even if Xu Jun increased the sound of the sword to seventy times, the sound of gold and iron clashing would still be emitted when it was struck on the dummy.

But this time, when the long sword illuminated with white light passed through the dummy's arm...

Something strange happened.

Silently, the sword struck directly.

Then, the dummy's arm fell down.

Xu Jun's eyes widened.

Immediately afterwards, he made a light move in his hand and looked intently. The long sword that had been with him for several months had turned into dust and scattered on the ground.

It wasn't broken into pieces, but turned into powder.

This steel sword, which could be considered to have been tempered for thousands of times, could not withstand the blessing of this power.

After one strike of the sword, he completely annihilated himself.

Xu Jun's expression became extremely strange.

So powerful,

So powerful!

So powerful...

He finally understood why the monk from another world was still killed by Xiao Xujun's sword even though he was wearing two layers of defensive talismans and a layer of mid-grade magical weapon armor.

Moreover, the look on his face after he was beheaded was so incredible.

All I can say is that that guy was so unjust.

This sword gang that condensed eighty sword sounds was so powerful that it actually reached this level.

this,

It is truly indestructible and invincible in everything!

Compared with the Jian Gang before the eighty rings, it was completely different. It was not even qualified to carry shoes for it.

At this point, Xu Jun has finally figured out a lot of questions. Why does Qingfeng's face look so respectful and yearning every time he mentions the words Bai Ming Lian Gang.

He also understood why in his memory, when Xu Jun's sword ring reached eighty times and he approached Qingfeng to spar, his senior brother was no longer so willing to agree.

At first, Qingfeng always pushed and blocked, and then tried every means to refuse. In the end, he was helpless and even forced him to go out to find Jie to practice swordsmanship.

The reason for all this is that the power of the sword is too great.

It is estimated that Qingfeng had suffered enough when he first came into contact with the Eighty-ring Sword Gang, but he just hid it well enough so that Xiao Xujun did not notice it.

But because of this, Qingfeng was afraid of Xiao Xujun and no longer dared to compete with him.

For some reason, Xu Jun suddenly felt that senior brother Qingfeng was a bit pitiful.

Suddenly, Xu Jun turned his eyes and saw the dummy arm that had fallen to the ground, and his expression suddenly became strange.

He vaguely remembered that he had been introduced to it by Li Hengxin.

How much did this dummy cost?

Inexplicably, a drop of cold sweat seeped out from Xu Jun's forehead.

In the past few months, Xu Jun's money, even after tax deductions, has exceeded 10 million.

This money is definitely not enough to buy a new one. But...it should be enough to repair it, right?

Xu Jun always felt a little guilty.

After a long time, the door to the practice room opened.

Xu Jun came to the door and saw Li Qiankun sitting not far away.

Seeing Xu Jun open the door, Li Qiankun walked over with a smile on his face.

Xu Jun coughed lightly and thought to himself, I hope you can laugh again later.

Brother Xu, have you finished practicing?

Well, um...Brother Li, I have something to discuss with you.

Whatever happens, just ask Brother Xu.

Xu Jun stuttered, not knowing how to speak.

Li Qiankun felt his embarrassment and said quickly: Brother Xu, please tell me, if I can't do it, I will find my father. If he can't do it, we will also find someone else.

Xu Jun nodded, your words are enough.

Brother Li, after I went home yesterday, I realized something and improved a little bit in my swordsmanship.

Li Qiankun looked envious: As expected of Brother Xu, your talent is so invincible.

Haha, it's easy to talk. I came to the martial arts gym today just to test my sword power.

Li Qiankun smiled and said: I see, no wonder Brother Li asked for a top-level training room by name. It turns out that you are interested in the puppet dummy.

Not bad. Xu Jun thought about the words and said carefully: I used a little more force this time.

It doesn't matter. Li Qiankun said disapprovingly: That puppet dummy is specially made by the immortal cultivators. Although it does not reach the second-level quality, it is still the top level among the first-level ones. Its hardness is comparable to that of physical cultivation in the later stages of Qi training. , even a high-grade magic weapon cannot be broken.

Xu Jun nodded repeatedly and said, Not bad, but... I used a little too much force.

Li Qiankun was startled and had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he still said: Brother Xu, the puppet has a self-recovery mechanism. It doesn't matter even if you leave some traces on it. As long as you provide spiritual energy, it can be restored in a few days at most. Restored to its original state.”

Xu Jun's eyes lit up and he asked, Really? So if the arm is broken, can it be restored?

Broken arm?

Li Qiankun opened his mouth wide and didn't know how to answer for a while.

This is equivalent to the puppet of physical training in the later stage of Qi training.

A real cultivator of immortality, he took a high-grade magic weapon and smashed it for a long time, but he didn't get any broken limbs or anything like that.

But, you broke the puppet's arm?

hiss……

Brother, you are the genius!

How did this get broken?