Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Fang Lang really didn't know that a genius from a foreign race came to challenge him.

The meditation array was activated in the small courtyard to isolate all sounds. Unless Fang Lang automatically ended his practice, otherwise, even if there was a disturbance outside, he would not know it.

However, Jianshu Sect has a rule that in the process of Jiange disciples starting the practice of the meditation formation, they must not be interrupted, otherwise the rules will be broken.

After all, for the disciples of Huangji Jiange, the opening of the Meditation Formation is equivalent to retreating and penance.

If the practice is at a critical moment, it is interrupted and the opportunity is ruined, wouldn't it be very bad, so there is this regulation.

Therefore, Fang Lang, who was in the small courtyard of the 799th seat, did not respond to the yelling alien genius Junjie on Yujian Peak.

At this moment, Fang Lang practiced continuously for eleven days without sleep.

Shuxiu, Wuxiu, Jianxiu, and the three cultivators all have specific skills, which actually make Fang Lang work hard all over, and practice like a perpetual motion machine, without feeling tired at all.

That feeling is amazing.

The spiritual thoughts are exhausted, and they are recovered through meditation. The physical body is exhausted, and they are rejuvenated through the transfer of energy and blood.

During the eleventh day, Fang Lang was surrounded by a pile of spirit crystal remains, which were all spirit crystals that he had sucked dry.

Even, the system defines that the spirit crystals consumed by using the meditation array are all included in the system experience value, which is good news for Fang Lang.

Although the absorption speed of the meditation array is too slow, only three in one night, but it is better than nothing.

Fang Lang opened the state of four fetters, and the spiritual load was extremely heavy, but with the help of the newly obtained exercises, Fang Lang's spiritual endurance was much stronger, and he was also unscrupulous and tirelessly began to condense sword energy.

Finally, on the morning of the eleventh day, when it was snowing outside the house.

Fang Lang's dantian cyclone shook violently, and then Fang Lang's sword energy seemed to be integrated, flowing continuously in the meridians of his body, converging into one, and gradually turning into a substantial ray of light in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone.

In the small courtyard, with Fang Lang's dantian as the center, there seems to be bright and dazzling light!

The sword qi turns into a gang!

Fang Lang, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them!

Like a meteor piercing the night, the brilliance flashed past, and a breath of turbid air was spit out from Fang Lang's mouth.

Third Grade Sword Gang, success!

First-rank sword apprentices cultivate aura, second-rank sword masters cultivate sword qi, and third-rank sword qi transform sword qi into qi and hide sword qi in the orifice of the body.

This is the general outline of the first three ranks of the sword repair profession.

Among them, the three stages of Jiangang are the process of laying the foundation worthy of the name, because the foundation of Jiangang's realm is very different, and this difference is mainly reflected in the skills.

The limit of the Huang-level kung fu method can only hide seventy-two orifices, the limit of the Xuan-level kung fu method has only 180 orifices, but the earth-level kung fu can reach 270 orifices!

As for the higher heaven rank, the heaven rank kungfu that rarely appeared in the Great Tang world, it is said that the sword gang realm can hide 360 ​​orifices!

You must know that the more stellar energy is stored, the longer the eruption of the sword cultivator will last, which is a qualitative change!

Before Fang Lang fought with Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu had hidden 36 orifices, and the sword qi was endless. If Fang Lang continued to consume it, he would definitely be the first to exhaust the sword qi.

Therefore, Fang Lang threw out a small forbidden spell, and let's talk after the wave is over.

Compared with Jiujiu, Fang Lang is just a swordsman, and he really can't compare to Zhao Yu.

boom!

In Fang Lang's dantian, a sword gang took shape.

Accompanied by humming, the three swords hidden in the sword box by his side roared towards him as if being drawn one after another.

Suspended beside Fang Lang, swallowing the sword gang that escaped from Fang Lang's body!

Fang Lang runs the "Wan Jian Jing", and the four fetters are all serving the practice of kendo at this moment.

The four figures sat cross-legged beside Fang Lang, faintly drawn and stimulated by an invisible air mechanism, which made Fang Lang's consciousness extremely clear.

As the kung fu practiced to the extreme, on Fang Lang's body, a spot of light began to become bright!

Fang Lang was densely distributed all over his body.

If you count them carefully, there are a total of three hundred and sixty!

Jiangang enlightened three hundred and sixty-six!

Soon, the light spot returned to calm, and a wisp of sword gangster in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone quickly poured into a hole in his arm, gradually filling it up, and the sword gangster was hidden in the hole, letting Fang Lang The breath is getting deeper and deeper!

And the sword intent seeds in Fang Lang's dantian trembled, and a strange meaning spread out in the dark.

It seemed that the seeds of sword intent were about to bloom, but after all, it was still a little bit worse, so it stopped.

However, Fang Lang felt that his sword qi and sword gang seemed to contain a vague "meaning".

Let Fang Lang's perception of the sword become more and more profound, as if every part of the body can be turned into an extremely sharp sword.

This fleeting feeling made Fang Lang feel extremely far away, but at the same time seemed extremely close.

Fang Lang only knew that it would definitely be good for him to grasp this feeling!

He has to work hard, grab it with great effort!

"System! Use the Epiphany Card!"

Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

"Ding, the epiphany card has been used, and it lasts for an hour."

"I wish you a happy epiphany."

A system prompt pops up.

In an instant, Fang Lang felt as if he had fallen into an ocean of stars, and that vague ray of "meaning" suddenly became clear, as if he had ripped off the mysterious veil in an extremely brutal way.

With the hard work and help of the epiphany card, Fang Lang suddenly realized that this is the first stage of Wanjian's sword intent, the introduction to body sword!

He has only touched the threshold of the "body sword" now, and there is still a long way to go before he can truly condense the sword intent of the body sword level!

Opening his eyes slowly, Fang Lang's breath began to gradually subside and subside.

Eleven days of hard work and hard work have finally paid off!

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On the Pre-Jian Peak, heavy snow fluttered.

The entire Daping was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and with a roar, some snowflakes covering the trees on the peak fell.

On the Pre-Jian Peak, there were many white-robed disciples of Neizong, frowning, staring at those arrogant, powerful, but bloody alien geniuses.

"Huh? Why... no response? Is this champion of the current department scared? Is he a coward?"

The alien genius in fur and mink hat grinned.

Surrounding them, male or female alien geniuses also laughed, and the laughter contained a lot of sneers and sarcasm.

For Fang Lang, these alien geniuses are not familiar with it?

That piece of policy theory caused shock in the entire Tang Dynasty, both inside and outside the court hall, and even spread to the frontier fortress, causing countless foreign generals to be extremely angry.

The parents of these geniuses from other races yelled at this, and some strong men even drew their knives, wishing they could fly thousands of miles and kill this bullshit new champion!

The contradiction between the pure-blooded foreign race and the Tang people has a long history.

However, the pure-blooded foreign race served the unfathomable Emperor Tang who sat high in the temple of the Great Tang Dynasty.

He's not just a new champion who can only show off on paper!

Therefore, Jianshu Sect has become the first choice for geniuses and heroes of all ethnic groups, not for anything else, just to be the champion of the new subject!

At least, let him practice in Jianshu Sect, he will not live in peace!

Ash Falcon, Song Zhongcheng, Ge Shu Yuehua...

All the heirs of foreign generals who were famous in the Tang Dynasty all chose Jianshu Sect!

Of course, the sons of these famous generals didn't make a move, they just sent someone to speak out to test Fang Lang's depth.

On the Pre-Sword Peak, there was a sound of sneering.

Zhao Dagang, Xue Ying and Liu Longlong walked out.

"Are you going to challenge Junior Brother Fang?"

"Let's not say that Junior Brother Fang has activated the meditation formation in the yard. I can't hear you shouting at the moment, but even if I can hear you, you just wanted to challenge when you came here, are you worthy?"

Zhao Dagang was convinced by Fang Lang, and at this moment, holding an epee, he spoke coldly.

Xue Ying was holding the sword box, and Liu Taki, tall and tall, also watched with cold eyes.

"Let's talk after we win, otherwise, don't make a fool of yourself."

Liu Taki said.

They stood up. Although they lost to Fang Lang and the others, as disciples of Jianshu Sect, they couldn't stand the arrogance of heroes from other races.

Although they are not even Jiange disciples, they are not cowardly, and their blood is still not cold!

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The sky above Jianshu Sect.

Chao Xiaojian and many sect elders were levitating, frowning, staring at the battle that was about to break out on the Pre-Jian Peak.

When elites from different races join the sect, sooner or later a confrontation will erupt between them and the disciples of the sect. They have expected it, but they never imagined that it will erupt so quickly.

"The son of Asi Luoshan, the son of Song Xianzhi, and the daughter of Geshu Taixing..."

"They are all ruthless characters who fought on the frontier battlefield."

"When they were at the second level, they were each thrown into the demon palace to survive under pressure. If disciples above Xuanji and above faced them, they should have no problem. However, most of the disciples of Huangji Jiange have never entered the demon palace to kill the enemy, so, I'm afraid it will be a big loss."

One elder after another was extremely dignified.

Chao Xiaojian folded his hands on his chest, stepped on a grain of ice and snow on his toes, and watched quietly.

These alien geniuses are mostly aimed at Fang Lang.

"This is pressure, but also motivation..."

Whispering towards Xiaojian, Fang Lang's ability to pull out the sword of the senior sister in charge is absolutely extraordinary. Perhaps he has inherited the will of the senior sister in charge. The future Jianshu sect may depend on Fang Lang.

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The sky above the courtyard where the strong alien race is located.

A Siyuan and other foreign powerhouses stood in the air with their brows crossed, watching the battle on the Pre-Sword Peak.

The expressions of the strong men of different races fluctuated, shattering the heavy snow around them.

"Hit! Hit hard! Hit like I'm waiting for!"

"Even if you enter the sect, our disciples are still the strongest!"

"Our disciples from various ethnic groups, they mounted horses and practiced arrows at the age of five, dared to fight wild animals at the age of seven, and joined the army to kill the enemy at the age of ten...Compared with these sect disciples who live in the wind, snow and moon, they are much stronger!"

"Let these limp sect disciples experience nightmares!"

The alien powerhouses were extremely excited.

Aliens are good at fighting and love fighting. If they can see their own heroes brutalizing the geniuses of the sect of the Tang Dynasty, it will be even more refreshing and looking forward to!

Even Ah Siyuan, who had been leading the team calmly, was a little excited.

Let's fight!

Young lions of my people!

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The meditation array in the courtyard finally stopped.

Fang Lang walked out of the yard and stretched.

There was a light knock on the door.

Fang Lang was startled, and opened the door, only to find that outside the door, Old Jiang was standing there wearing a veil, with an iceberg-like demeanor.

"You have finally finished your practice."

Jiang Linglong said.

She stretched out her finger and pointed outside: "Geniuses from different races join the sect, and challenge you by name."

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Linglong said.

Hearing this, Fang Lang couldn't help but frown, and turned to look at Yujian Peak across the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Fang Lang didn't say anything, closed the door, and glanced at Old Jiang.

"grasp?"

Afterwards, the obsidian sword in Fang Lang's box was unsheathed, and a sword gushed out from his lungs. The obsidian sword flew out. Fang Lang also stuck to the flying obsidian sword. And rise.

This is grasping.

Jiang Linglong's veil was blown by the strong wind, and her eyes were as bright as a painting.

Looking at Fang Lang who was swallowing a breath of energy, his eyes gradually bent into crescents.

Sword cultivator... rank three.

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Pre-Sword Peak!

It was snowing heavily, whimpering.

The dark red blood stained the white snow that was sprinkled on the ground red, and melted a lot of snow.

Zhao Dagang fell to the ground covered in blood, and a spear pierced through his shoulder, nailing him in the snow.

Liu Taki's sword was stuck in the snow, and his whole body was thrown to the ground, trying to get up with difficulty.

Xue Ying's complexion was pale, and her mouth and nose were bleeding uncontrollably.

The foreign youth in fur was pinching her neck, and the small sword in the box was scattered all over the floor.

"too weak."

"If you were in the army, you would have died seven or eight times."

"waste."

The man in fur threw Xue Ying and flung out his arm. Xue Ying was thrown directly to the snow, and was pulled far away in the snow. The sound of laughter echoed on the peak, as if smashing a few pieces of falling snow. snowflake.

Many disciples around looked ugly, gritted their teeth, and wanted to draw their swords and charge forward, even though they knew their own strength was not enough, they were not afraid.

The cooperation between heroes of different races is too strong!

Orderly, with strict military discipline, Zhao Dagang and Xue Ying's team are not opponents at all, they are being abused by pure play!

Zhao Yu floated from a distance, holding a sword, his handsome face was as cold as ice.

Although Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong beat him up one after another, he was still chic, and he was even a little lucky.

Fortunately, there is still one of his former Huangji Jiange disciples in the Pre-Jian Peak.

Although Zhao Yu knew that he might have to be beaten again when he came out.

However, he has no fear!

At this time, only he can stand up!

These heroes from different races are menacing, Zhao Dagang and the others dare to stand up, why doesn't he dare?

"Everyone, this is too much."

Zhao Yu pointed his sword at the snowy ground obliquely, and the sword in his orifice spurted thinly. He raised his chin in the flying snow and said calmly.

The foreign boy in a fur coat and a sable hat grinned: "Finally a decent one came out."

The two sides are at war, but the battle has not yet broken out.

The sky was suddenly shaken by the wind and snow.

The sea of ​​clouds in the distance is shrouded in the Huangji Jiange in the boundless snow.

There was a sound coming.

"Brother Zhao, this is my grievance."

In the sea of ​​clouds, Fang Lang's obsidian sword roared all over his body, and his green clothes flew up. He came out of the sword with a sword, and stood on the sea of ​​clouds, like an exile in the dust.

"It's me they're looking for."

"Eight hundred seats in Huangji Jiange, Fang Lang."

"Wait, let's fight."

Fang Lang's voice surged, shattering countless snowflakes.

He saw Zhao Dagang who was nailed in the snow, and the seriously injured Liu Longlong and Xue Ying, and his expression became more and more cold.

On the Pre-Sword Peak, Zhao Yu turned his head, and many Neizong disciples looked over with joy and worry.

Among the geniuses of different races, an extremely handsome man raised his eyebrows. He was the son of Song Xianzhi, Song Zhongcheng.

"For the first time entering the third-rank sword gang, the gang qi is still uncertain."

"The champion of the new division, that's all."

"Qu He, go."

The young man in fur and sable hat grinned, abandoned Zhao Yu in an instant, and began to run wildly in Prejian Peak, the ground was covered with plain snow.

Boom!

The fierce spurt of Qi and blood melted the snow, and the curved sword hidden in the leather sheath at the boy's waist was pulled out, and it turned into a long blood-colored dragon in the white snowy sky!

He leaped up, the sword gushed out, and he carried an unparalleled murderous aura!

"The new champion?!"

"I'm playing the champion of the new division!"

This momentum, this murderous aura, this outrageousness!

Ling Yujian Peak's disciples of the inner sect all changed their faces!

On the Huangji Jiange, one after another rose up with their swords, and the many Jiange brothers and sisters watching this battle were also dignified.

This is a ruthless character!

Jiang Linglong held Ji Xue, her veil fluttering, and she watched faintly.

The sea of ​​clouds seemed to be torn apart, Qu He, a boy from a different race, landed on the floating island, and countless snowflakes were crushed!

He swung the curved sword in his hand and stepped on the snow, causing countless slush to roll up.

He leaned forward and rushed forward, his sword gushed out, his sword... was blood-colored!

Fang Lang came across the sea of ​​clouds and landed on the floating island.

Facing the ferocious Qu He who seemed to be desperately fighting for his life.

raised his hand.

A gust of wind blew up Fang Lang's green clothes and black hair.

In the next moment, Fang Lang's sword surged violently, and his momentum soared!

Clenched his palms violently!

Without reservation, the first move is a killer move!

Switch the state of the four bonds!

Spirituality fluctuates!

Countless falling snow was blown to pieces, and the Guiyuan sword in Fang Lang's box trembled for a while, and the next moment, with a "swoosh", it shot out of its sheath!

In an instant, it rushed into the sky and drifted into the vast white snow!

Qu He kept swooping, swooping, grinning, and he was finally going to be the first member of the clan to tear off the stinky mouth of this damned new champion!

call out!

Slush, blood, killing intent!

Continuous line.

Qu He approached Fang Lang seven feet, five feet, three feet!

Jumping up, the soles of the feet kicked up a thousand piles of snow!

Turned into a blood dragon holding a curved sword, approaching Fang Lang.

However.

Fang Lang stared lightly.

Combine the two fingers into a sword finger, and gently swipe down.

An understatement is like a splash of ink.

The next moment!

On the Pre-Jian Peak, the faces of heroes of different races changed one after another!

See you!

On the sky covered by heavy snow, a ray of thunder seemed to pour down from the nine heavens!

quick! Extremely fast!

The state of four bonds!

Little forbidden spell!

Everything is so fast!

When Na Quhe's consciousness came to his senses, his body couldn't make any response!

Pooh!

The alien boy Qu He was two inches away from Fang Lang, when he was suddenly pierced by a sword and thunder, and was directly nailed to the ground by the Guiyuan Sword with endless arcs of lightning, and fell into the white snow all over the ground.

The ground trembled, and a deep pit burst out in an instant.

Countless arcs of lightning were moving, smashing grains of snow and dust.

this moment.

Both Huangji Jiange and Yujian Peak fell into silence.

Only the sound of the sea of ​​clouds churning and the heavy snow flying.

PS: Lao Li, who is fierce and long, is looking for fresh recommendation tickets on Monday!