Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 908 Use the sword as the body, use the body as the sword

 “It’s finally done.”

 I don’t know why, but after fighting Xue Shilou, Lu Yang felt inexplicably tired, as if he had fought with three people.

 Originally, Lu Yang wanted to end the battle early and go watch the battle of other people in the second group.

 Now he just wants to sit down and rest for a while.

“By the way, Fairy, did someone in the audience shout something about Snow Emperor’s bloodline just now? Do you know what that is?”

The Immortal Fairy shook his head: "I've never heard of him, and he's probably not a powerful figure. Didn't you defeat all his descendants?"

Lu Yang felt that Xue Shilou was quite difficult to beat. It was the first time he encountered an opponent who had taken three Zhan Zi Jue in a row.

 Oh, that’s not accurate. It should be said that this was the first time he encountered an opponent of the same level who had taken three consecutive Zhan Zi Jue.

 After all, his opponents also include Wanfa Daojun, Yingtianxian, Qilinxian, etc. It is not a big problem for them to take three Zhan Zi Jue.

Lu Yang was too embarrassed to go to the sword cultivator in the far north to ask the Snow Emperor what his bloodline was.

Judging from the reaction of the sword cultivators in the Far North, the bloodline of the Snow Emperor is quite terrifying, and maybe it has a high status in the minds of the monks in the Far North.

He had just defeated the Snow Tenth Floor, and asked him what the Snow Emperor was. Is it very powerful?

What's the difference between this and taunting one's face? Even the immortal fairy can't do such a stupid thing.

"Oh, by the way, ask the sword cultivator in the far north. Don't you know what the Snow Emperor's bloodline is?" The Immortal Fairy, as a golden finger, helped Lu Yang make suggestions and came up with a good idea.

 Lu Yang: “…”

"Congratulations, you won the next round." Yun Mengmeng stepped forward with a smile and congratulated her.

 “Easy.” In front of the Jindan monk, Lu Yang still had to put on a show and not show any signs of fatigue.

 Seeing Lu Yang step down, everyone took the initiative to make way.

The three-move Zhanzi Jue is just the most basic sword style for swordsmanship, but it seems to have transformed in Lu Yang's hands, and its power is not the same as the Zhanzi Jue in their impressions.

There are very few people who can take the next move.

  To train the most basic sword style to such power, you can imagine how hard Lu Yang worked in private.

It’s just that you have great talent in swordsmanship, but you can’t imagine that you can’t even work as hard as others. How can you compare?

 “Senior Brother Lu Yang, have you finished the fight here?” Mingtai came over to find Lu Yang after finishing the fight.

“I just finished fighting the Snow Tenth Floor in the Far North. Where is your side?”

“I just finished fighting a **** dog in the Demon Realm.” Mingtai recalled the battle just now, feeling restless and uncomfortable, and wanted to take a bath.

“When the **** dog hit me with a sword in his mouth, all the spittle he threw around fell on me.”

The **** dog's attack power is average, but the mental impact it can bring is great. Swordsmen in the Demon Realm all know what the **** dog's fighting style is like, and no one wants to draw him.

 Fortunately, this unlucky guy was fooled by Mingtai.

 After the battle in the second group, the battles in the third group, the fourth group...the thirty-second group all ended successfully, chaos broke out again, and lots were drawn again.

Next, Lu Yang met a female monk who was pretending to be a man and trying to prove that women could become top swordsmen.

 “Behead.”

I met the daughter whose father was ill and bedridden, so she came to attend the Sword Learning Ceremony in place of her father.

 “Behead.”

He met a female swordsman who came to challenge a strong man and believed that only a strong man could become her husband.

“Mingtai, let’s change our opponents.”

 “Ah, oh.”

“Xiaoyangzi, Xiaoyangzi, I’ll come up and try it out later.”

The Immortal Fairy saw that Yue Chuan and the sword spirit Alan had merged with their husband and wife, making them invincible in the world.

Although he failed, the Immortal Fairy felt that the sword cultivator and the sword spirit fought together so handsomely that he wanted to try it himself.

"Huh? Fairy, are you going to take action?"

Lu Yangxin said, do you need me to resurrect the Jianlou Supreme and the Qinjian Master and beat them for you?

 “Oh, I don’t show my face.” The Immortal Fairy said with a smile, knowing that she had to keep a low profile and not appear in public.

“When the time comes, just hold on to the Qingfeng Sword.”

Lu Yang didn't know how the Immortal Fairy was going to fight, and he was murmuring in his heart, but since it was the Immortal Fairy's request, he had no choice but to accept it.

“Fellow Daoist Lu Yang, I didn’t expect to be able to fight you at the Sword Asking Ceremony.”

This time Lu Yang’s opponent is Kun Qiu of the Chaos tribe.

Lu Yang has watched Kunqiu's battles several times, and it is indeed unique. It emphasizes the fusion of yin and yang, both hardness and softness. The sword moves change so smoothly that the opponent cannot react at all.

“I didn’t expect that the Chaos tribe still had a master of swordsmanship like you. It’s a pity that I didn’t fight you before I went to the Demon Realm.”

The fusion of yin and yang, the combination of hardness and softness, is similar to the Taoist fruit of the Nine-Level Immortal. Lu Yang felt that instead of suddenly accepting the Yin-Yang torture of the Nine-Level Immortal, it would be better to find a simple way to adapt in advance.

As soon as the battle started, Qingfeng Sword pulled Lu Yang and stabbed Kunqiu directly, shocking both Lu Yang and Kunqiu.

Lu Yang did not expect that the Immortal Fairy would fight in such a way, and Kun Qiu did not expect that Lu Yang would fight in such a way.

Kunqiu's fighting style has always been characterized by weirdness, change, and surprise. Unexpectedly, Lu Yang actually took the advantage this time.

“He is indeed a difficult opponent to deal with. He interrupted my train of thought as soon as he made a move!”

 “That’s right, only this kind of opponent is challenging!”

 “Lu Yang, come and fight!”

"Xiao Yangzi, let's charge!" In the Qingfeng Sword, the sword spirit shouted in a voice that only Lu Yang could hear, galloping like a wild horse. If Lu Yang hadn't held on tightly, he would have almost thrown away Lu Yang. fly.

 The host looked at Lu Yang solemnly and said to the elders sitting on both sides.

“Young people are terrible. Have you noticed that every time the Qingfeng Sword moves first, Lu Yang follows suit.”

“What does this mean? It means that Lu Yang has reached the legendary realm of the integration of swords and humans. Thoughts are first transmitted to the Qingfeng Sword, and then to the body!”

“The sword is the king and he is the minister, that’s what it means.”

 “It’s amazing.”

One of the elders couldn't help but ask: "Put aside Lu Yang's matter for now. After Mingtai defeated the female swordsman, the female swordsman kept clamoring to marry Mingtai. What should we do?"

 Another elder became anxious: "Is this possible?! We can't let Mingtai do anything that would be disrespectful to the Supreme Being!"

On the ring, the Immortal Fairy realized the new realm of the integration of man and sword. She controlled the Qingfeng Sword to throw Lu Yang around, and let Lu Yang hit Kun Qiu.

 “Hey!”

 There was no other way, Lu Yang had no choice but to wrap his whole body with sword energy and kick Kun Qiu.

 Rao Shi Kunqiu is known for his versatile sword moves, but he never expected such a style of attack. He was once again surprised by Lu Yang's fighting style. Every attack made by Lu Yang was beyond his expectation.

“Is this the legendary use of sword as body and body as sword?”

 “Serial sword attack!”

Lu Yang shouted loudly. His leg skills were also very good. His feet were flying very fast. Each kick carrying sword energy kicked Kun Qiu's chest. The attack was like a violent wind and rain, without giving him time to react. Kick him under the ring!

 (End of this chapter)