My Projections Are All the Roots of the Holy Spirit

 Chapter 60 The Sword Mings Seventy

 In a blink of an eye, the new year is over, the winter vacation is over, and the time has come to the end of February.

The winter vacation of the last semester of senior high school was actually only half over, and then the teacher called them together.

As a liberal arts major, I rushed into the endless sea of ​​questions with incomparable perseverance.

The martial arts major also started the final sprint. At this time, no matter how poor the family is, they will try their best to get some pills for their children to increase their qi and blood.

In the final stage, be stronger if you can.

Perhaps because of this, they can be admitted to better martial arts schools.

Xu Jun is naturally the same. He eats and practices step by step every day, and then holds classes every three days to make money.

Because he had eaten enough, his energy and blood had reached the innate limit.

So, Xu Jun stopped forcing it. Every day I just need to stimulate my energy and blood a little bit to maintain my condition.

That night, Xu Jun lay quietly on the bed.

He sensed it, and the mysterious light spot in his mind lit up again.

Two different light spots represent different alien worlds.

When given the opportunity at the end of January, Xu Jun still chose to go to the world of Pixiu Holy Body projection.

Then, he watched eagerly as the one-year-old little guy began to talk. However, this was also what he expected, because when he left, he finally acquired the language skills of that world, as well as some basic information.

The passage of time in this other world is the same as in the world of swordsmanship.

Xu Jun was really worried if he didn't make sure.

And now that we know the basic situation, maybe next time we go there, we will have a chance to harvest the wool.

As for this opportunity, Xu Jun didn't even have to think about it and just chose the world of Kendo Boy.

Name: Xu Jun

Age: 15 years old

Cultivation: Sword Ming Seventy

Talent: Holy body of swordsmanship, clear sword heart

In the blink of an eye, little Xujun is already 15 years old.

Moreover, his level of swordsmanship has reached the Seventy Rings of Sword Cry, and he is getting closer and closer to the Hundred Rings of Sword Refining.

Xu Jun's mental thoughts were completely immersed in the light spot, and then, memories beyond imagination rushed in.

As a passer-by, Xu Jun has become accustomed to being a bystander.

In the past three years, Xiao Xujun's cheap master still has not come back.

For high-level immortal cultivators, this is also a normal thing.

Because their lifespans are much longer than those of normal humans, they are accustomed to being in seclusion and doing things, even if it takes ten years.

However, Xiao Xujun did not slack off.

He strives for excellence in the realm of swordsmanship, not only maintaining the innate sword sound that increases by one every month, but also gaining a deeper understanding of swordsmanship.

However, Xu Jun now exists in the form of mental projection, so it cannot be practiced.

But he vaguely felt that in the process of increasing the sound of the sword, little Xu Jun seemed to be experiencing something, just like the silkworm baby in the cocoon, silently accumulating strength, waiting for the day when it breaks out of the cocoon and turns into a butterfly.

Well, after returning this time, the strength must have been greatly improved.

The seventy-ring innate sword sound must be much more powerful than the thirty-four ringing.

However, this didn't seem to be of any use to him.

In the realm of Xiantian, the realm of thirty-four rings of swordsmanship is already invincible.

Seventy rings…

I really want to see how powerful this level of swordsmanship is.

It was as if he sensed Xu Jun's thoughts.

Little Xujun stood up immediately and found Senior Brother Qingfeng.

Qingfeng had no choice but to say: "Junior brother, haven't I told you before? Your current swordsmanship is already very good. Wherever the sword strikes, you can split the spells and talismans in the early stage of Qi training with just one sword. Even if you encounter low-level enemies, The magic weapon is enough to be broken with a sword."

Little Xu Jun blinked his big eyes and said, "What about the middle stage of Qi training?"

Qingfeng thought for a while and said: "When you encounter the general middle stage of Qi training, you should be able to fight. Who wins and who loses depends on whether the opponent's magic power is strong and the quality of the outsiders' equipment such as talismans and magic weapons. However, This idea of ​​yours is very dangerous, it’s best not to provoke monks who are in the middle and late stages of Qi training.”

Xiao Xujun nodded and said: "Brother, how about we have another fight? You can use the methods in the middle stage of Qi training." Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said: "Forget it, I still have a middle-grade magic weapon on hand. , but it can be simulated.”

Junior brother is good at everything, but he is too bellicose.

It's still very tiring to compete with your junior brother when your hands are tied and you can't hurt anyone.

If it weren't for his master's instructions before leaving, he would have slapped his **** and avoided others.

The two people came to the martial arts training ground.

Now, in Xujiazhuang, the only one who can compete with Xiao Xujun is Qingfeng.

As for the two innate elders in Xujiazhuang...

They have long since withdrawn from the ranks because their strength is too poor and they can no longer help little Xujun progress.

"Junior brother, be careful."

After Qingfeng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a blue light suddenly shot out. In an instant, a blue halo was drawn in the air and came to Xiao Xujun.

Xu Jun was startled.

What speed is this?

Is it so fast for a mid-grade magic weapon?

If it were Xu Jun himself, he really might not have time to react.

However, little Xu Jun seemed to have been prepared. With a flick of his wrist, the sword suddenly jumped up.

Xu Jun noticed that there was an almost substantial light condensed on the blade of this long sword.

Jian Gang!

This time, Xiao Xujun drew his sword quietly, but the sword had already condensed an indestructible sword.

After the sword rang seventy times, it turned into a gang so quickly.

"Ding."

Xiao Xujun's sword hit the magic weapon accurately.

Then, the magic weapon with strange power flew back.

Qingfeng looked pained and shouted: "Junior brother, don't use all your strength, a fifty-ring sword is enough."

Xu Jun looked on and laughed dumbly.

This middle-grade magic weapon doesn't seem to be as difficult to deal with as imagined.

"Brother, continue."

"Okay." Qingfeng responded and continued to take action.

However, this time, in addition to the magic weapon that could fly around in mid-air, he also took out a few talismans, and sometimes tore them apart and threw them in a sneak attack.

Every time you take action, it will have a different effect.

In addition, Qingfeng will also release spells with every movement of his hands.

However, Xu Jun noticed that Qingfeng paid great attention to the distance during the entire battle.

He will never come within ten steps of little Seojun.

Thinking back to three years ago, Qingfeng could still wield a sword and fight Xiao Xujun for 300 rounds.

Now, he is as fearful as a tiger and doesn't dare to get close at all.

But Xiao Xujun was holding a Qingfeng, and his sword was like lightning. Whether it was spells, talismans, or magical weapons, he was able to break them all with one strike of his sword.

That sword is really powerful, and its indestructible characteristics are fully demonstrated.

A battle between an innate sword cultivator and an orthodox immortal cultivator made Xu Jun dazzled and mesmerized.

At this point, he finally realized it.

The seventy-ring sound of the sword was domineering and powerful.

This is a terrifying force that can resist various methods in the middle stage of Qi training, and even Qingfeng in the late stage of Qi training does not dare to approach it with his body.

That's it for seventy rings.

So what about Baixiang Lian Gang?

Xu Jun's heart was full of expectations.

(End of chapter)