Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

This chapter is really unwilling to be divided into two chapters, so it is late now, six thousand words, hey, the code word "Sleeping Autumn" is not fast!

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In these days in the other courtyard, there are quite a few serious disciples who come to visit Lu Ping along with the elders of the family and generations. What they mean is that they want to worship Lu Ping’s door, even if they are named disciples. If it fails, I hope to get into Lu Ping's eyes and leave a good impression on him. -

Lu Ping is so sought after. In addition to his own achievements, there is also an ancestor with a dignified vision standing behind him, a person with vision. Whoever doesn't care about Lu Ping's current status, naturally exhausted his methods to ingratiate himself.

Lu Ping was impatient with this. He came out of the training room early and walked towards the place where he learned Dao and Sword in the back of the other courtyard.

Xianyangfeng is still where the disciples from other courtyards practiced swords and Taoism in the morning, but the area of ​​Xianyangfeng's seventh platform has now been expanded. Only by the edge of the cliff did Lu Ping find some traces of that year.

Since it is the day of the Great Competition, the other courtyard no longer organizes disciples to practice collectively, therefore, there are not too many disciples in the other courtyard of Chaoyang Peak at this time.

Lu Ping looked at the scenery of the back mountain, and the sea of ​​clouds far away from the mountain. The clouds were lightly disturbed by the mountain breeze. The clouds were soothing, like the waves of the sea. When the mountain breeze sobbed, the sea of ​​clouds was even more ethereal than the sea. Temperament.

Lu Ping was excited for a while, and suddenly there was a golden flying sword flashing in his hand. It flew in Lu Ping's hand, instead of being in the air by his imperial envoy, and then moved slightly under Lu Ping's feet, and his figure flickered, it was nothing. A set of the most common swordsmanship was performed in conjunction with the golden scale sword in his hand.

Hemolysis bone power!

It is precisely this set of basic skills from the True Spirit School that Lu Ping has been practicing for ten years during the blood refining period. From this set of skills, there is also a set of 72-way blood-dissolving bone fist swords that can be used for fist swords.

What Lu Ping was using at the moment was this set of ordinary swordsmanship that almost all the children of the True Spirit School would use.

However, this is the most common set of swordsmanship, performed in the hands of the master of swordsmanship, Lu Ping, as if he really possesses the power of hemolysis and bone transformation. Layers of sword flowers are struck out by Lu Ping with a golden scale sword. Hidden in the sword shadow are infinite murders and traps.

Wang Qi is a second-level disciple of the seventh team of the True Spirit Academy. Although he only has the cultivation base of the eighth level of blood refining this time, he has also passed two consecutive rounds of competitions, and tomorrow is about to usher in the third round of competitions.

Wang Qi still prefers swordsmanship, especially after seeing the swordsmanship of the real man Du Feng, the "Relentless Sword" this afternoon, Wang Qi was greatly envious. I heard that this conference was the famous "Water Sword Fairy" of the True Spirit School. Real person Lu Xuanping may also come. Although Wang Qi was slightly disappointed that he did not see the legendary Narcissus, but after watching Real person Du Feng’s swordsmanship, even though he knew that the most important thing at this time should be to support tomorrow’s Da Bi With all his energy, Wang Qi still couldn't help going to Hou Shan to practice swordsmanship again.

There are few disciples in the other courtyard in Hou Shanzhi. Wang Qi quickly walked towards the seventh platform of Xianyang Peak. Legend has it that when Lu Xuanping was still a disciple of the other courtyard, he was in the seventh team, and the seventh team is now practicing The platform was also used by real person Lu Xuanping.

Before Wang Qi reached the seventh platform, he saw a young man who seemed not much older than himself was practicing swords on the platform.

Wang Qi was puzzled. At this time, someone was practicing swordsmanship on the platform. Could it be the brother of the seventh team?

Wang Qi walked forward to say hello, but saw that the young man in front of the practice was actually a set of hemolytic bone swords familiar to disciples from other courtyards. This made Wang Qi a little strange. Such a set of swordsmanship, every individual courtyard The disciples have been practicing for several years, and those who are already proficient cannot be more proficient, so what else is there to practice.

Wang Qi was about to greet loudly, but found that the person in front of him didn’t know him at all. He was taken aback for a while, but it was this time of stunned surprise that Wang Qi discovered something even more surprising. The sword had already let the person in front of him cast into a huge sword light oven, as if as long as someone entered it, the whole belt bones would be swallowed up by the sword light oven.

Sensen's sword intent was captured by Lu Ping in the sword light oven, but Wang Qi faintly felt a great palpitation and shock: The Hemolytic Bone Sword could have such power!

Chance, here is chance!

Wang Qi is also a quick-minded person. After awakening from the shock just now, Ma realized that the young man practicing swordsmanship in front of him was definitely a legendary expert. Among the disciples of the True Spirit School, it is not that none of the disciples have ever met. After seeing these things, although the high-level cultivators of the True Spirit Sect were mysterious, they were not unreasonable. The Lingshan Mountain was so big this day, and low-level disciples came across high-level cultivators by chance and received guidance from senior cultivators.

The cultivating world generally calls this kind of incident a chance for chance, but the True Spirit faction is accustomed to calling it chance for a chance. Wang Qi never imagined that he would have such a lucky day.

Wang Qi hurriedly closed his mind, sat cross-legged, excluding the influence of foreign objects, staring unblinkingly at the senior who practiced swordsmanship in front of him.

Naturally, Lu Ping had already noticed Wang Qi’s arrival, but Lu Ping cared about this. What cultivators care most about is the result of this happiness, because this is often a kind of instinctive release of the monks, the awakening of potential, and the monks themselves. It also often means a chance, a chance for enlightenment. Today, with a nostalgic mood, Lu Ping suddenly has the interest in practicing swordsmanship, so naturally he will not suppress his thoughts.

The 72-way Hemolytic Bone Sword was practiced three times in the hands of a master of swordsmanship, Lu Ping. Although the most basic sword technique is not powerful, it has the widest scope of application, thousands of years or even ten thousand years. Over the years, after countless cultivators' hard work, there were few obvious flaws, and the most effective was to consolidate the foundation.

Wang Qi was attracted by the realm of swordsmanship shown by Lu Ping, but he saw that the golden flying sword in Lu Ping's hand suddenly changed. It shrank together before, and the sword light suddenly dissipated like a huge swordsmanship oven, like a sword. The torrent that broke free from the **** of the embankment suddenly swept in all directions.

Wang Qi was not too far away from Lu Ping practicing swordsmanship, and when Wang Qi realized that this was a great opportunity, how could he hide far away!

When Lu Ping was rehearsing the Hemolytic Bone Sword before, because this set of swordsmanship was not powerful, and it was not a swordsmanship, Wang Qi didn't feel that now that Lu Ping's swordsmanship has changed, its power has skyrocketed more than a hundred times!

Wang Qi only felt one of the overwhelming sword waves rushing in the direction where he was. He felt like a rotten reef standing in the center of the river, and could only usher in the destiny of destruction.

Just as Wang Qi watched that he was about to be swallowed by Lu Ping’s sword light, he saw that these sword lights containing the murderous intent suddenly turned into psychic fishes, turning around, starting from his own He walked around.

Wang Qi had already developed a white hair sweat on his back at this time, and at the same time, he was also a surprise in his heart. The expert in front of him had already known his existence, and he had just clearly recognized his qualifications to watch. At the same time, Wang Qi was also shocked by Lu Ping's superb swordsmanship.

At this time, after Lu Ping finished the exercise of the Hemolytic Bone Sword, he was using the sword technique in his hand. The shocking waves beat the shore and the sword art was used in surprise. The clouds around Yangfeng suddenly turned into billowing clouds under the influence of Lu Ping's sword power. Lang, the grass and trees of Xianyangfeng were swaying around under the sweep of the clouds. If it hadn't been for Lu Ping's control of the sword's power had already reached the point of perfection, the grass and trees of Xianyangfeng would have been chopped to powder by Lu Ping.

At this time, Xian Yangfeng’s movement caused by Lu Ping’s sword practice had already attracted the attention of others. After a while, another disciple from another courtyard walked over cautiously, apparently afraid that he would come and disturb Lu Ping. But after seeing Wang Qi sitting in front of him intently watching Lu Ping’s sword practice, the disciple hurriedly came to Wang Qi’s side and nodded to Wang Qi, who was sitting close to him. But seeing that Wang Qi didn't care about his arrival at all, the disciple's face was startled, and he quickly turned his head to observe carefully.

At this time, the sword in Lu Ping's hand changed again, and the rock-through-air sword technique was unfolded. There was a dull loud noise out of thin air in the sea of ​​clouds on the mountainside, as if the huge waves in the sea were endlessly launching towards the reefs on the coast. The impact is average.

The monk who just arrived didn’t feel much about it. Wang Qi had been here for a while. After Lu Ping used his swordsmanship, he would inevitably spread his divine power, far exceeding the pressure of ordinary smithing cultivators and Lu Ping’s swordsmanship. The sentimental killing intent has already brought heavy pressure to Wang Qi. This is due to Lu Ping's restraint. Otherwise, how could these two disciples in the blood refining period be qualified to observe Lu Ping at such a close distance? Of swordsmanship.

This is actually an inadvertent test of Lu Ping. When passing on the practice world, the most taboo is the inhuman. If Wang Qi and two of them can't bear even this little pressure, they are naturally not qualified to continue to observe Lu Ping's swordsmanship. .

Of course, Lu Ping can also reduce the pressure of his divine mind for the two to observe, but if the sword art is not controlled by the divine mind, it can still exert some power, how can Lu Ping's essence of swordsmanship be displayed?

At this time, Wang Qi was already sweating profusely, but he had already observed Lu Ping's three sets of swordsmanship. The power of these three sets of swordsmanship was better than one. At this time, how dare Wang Qi pay attention to these? Obviously Lu Ping's. Swordsmanship will continue to be rehearsed, and more horizontal swordsmanship will be deployed, and Wang Qi will naturally not miss it.

The sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared, and Wang Qi and the other two suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies lightened. The monk beside him just breathed a sigh of relief. Although Wang Qi felt relieved, he still had some regrets in his heart.

At this moment, a strange roar suddenly came out of the sea of ​​clouds engulfed by Lu Ping's swordsmanship. The dispersive sea of ​​clouds suddenly collapsed and shrank, and a weird four-legged unicorn snake flared back and forth across the cliff outside Xianyang Peak. , One beat, one top, one twist, one flick, every attack brought a strange sword howl, as if there was an invisible sword energy about to tear the void.

At this time, two disciples from another courtyard were attracted by the vision of the world brought by Lu Ping's sword practice. After seeing the two of Wang Qi, they hurriedly sat down beside them and watched Lu Ping's swordsmanship.

At this time, the power of Lu Ping's swordsmanship was getting stronger and stronger, and the visions of heaven and earth he brought up also became bigger and bigger. Many monks in Xian Yangfeng noticed this.

The four-legged one-horned monster in the sky suddenly hovered in a strange way, and then saw that the sword art in Lu Ping's hand changed, the strange water suddenly collapsed, and a golden sword light emerged from the scattered light of the sword. The scattered sword light seemed to have found the backbone of the main body at once. Following the golden light, it merged into a billowing river of sword light, rushing towards the distant sky, like a river of heaven.

Two more disciples from Xian Yangfeng rushed over, but Lu Ping’s "Sword Jue from the Great Jiangdong" was carried out. Although the direction of the impact was not here, this indomitable momentum made these two lives alive. Ben's figure stopped.

Then one person was a little frightened, and after seeing the four monks sitting in front of him, the other gritted his teeth and walked forward with a hard-topped attitude. The person next to him saw that his companion was like this, and walked forward. , And then just as the two of them walked forward, Lu Ping’s swordsmanship coerced suddenly. Every time the two of them took a step forward, the coercion was even stronger. The four people sitting cross-legged in front of them were all back together. A meal, as if to be blown by a gust of wind.

When everyone looked again, it turned out that Lu Ping's long river of swordsmanship set off high white waves, as if every time a snow-white sword wave was set off, with an overwhelming aura, sweeping over everything.

Later, the disciple who was a little afraid of the two finally stopped after Wang Qi and the others were ten feet away, and could not go any further. Instead, the other disciple walked to the side of Wang Qi and the others and sat down cross-legged. Later, I realized that Wang Qi and the other four of them had already distorted their complexions, as if they were enduring some huge pain. The monk had just been startled, and a colder and heavier pressure than before rushed towards him. , The monk was in a daze, and his whole figure was pushed two feet away. The monk hurriedly used his own magic power and desperately nailed his figure to the ground. This was not pushed away, but he was unable to move forward. Furthermore, I had to settle down and observe Lu Ping's swordsmanship.

Lu Ping used the Great Jiangdong Sword Art with Thousands of Snow Sword Art, and the resulting torrent of swordsmanship was also a very clever and powerful secret technique among the small magical powers of swordsmanship. Where ordinary monks could resist it, Lu Ping practiced swords at this time. The movement has already attracted the attention of other cultivators in the other courtyard. Many cultivators in the hemolysis period flew in, but they were far blocked by Lu Ping’s sword aura. Several cultivators in the alchemy period also heard the news. When they came, obviously they all recognized Lu Ping, and they didn't show up, they just hid in the distance and watched quietly.

Naturally, these people couldn't hide from Lu Ping, but Lu Ping didn't care. The turbulent torrent of swordsmanship stayed in the sky, and then shrank towards the center of the river, but turned into a huge sword that pierced the sky. Lu Ping stretched out his hand. The giant sword of the sky slashed into the distant void, as if to cut through the world. The cultivators behind Lu Ping who watched swordsmanship fell backwards, except for Wang Qiqi, as if Lu Ping's sword was slashing at them.

When Lu Ping’s Zhenyuan Yiqi Sword was formed, Wang Qi seemed to be aware of it. He thrust a middle-grade magic weapon into the ground and pinned his figure to the ground. However, Lu Pingyi’s weight was released. The sword force still made Wang Qi spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, more and more disciples from other courtyards came to the seventh platform of Xianyang Peak, but these later monks were unable to enter the platform like the previous six people like Wang Qi and others.

At this time, Lu Ping was completely immersed in his swordsmanship, and he had no time to take care of the surrounding situation. Lu Ping only felt that his swordsmanship had touched a huge threshold, as if he could break through this as long as he worked harder. The last hindrance.

Lu Ping is like an undercurrent that is accumulating power. After practicing all his swordsmanship from start to finish, Lu Ping did not stop. Instead, he took out the swordsmanship he collected and learned over the years to practice one by one, including The Xuanling Sect’s swordsmanship "Eighteen Merry Happiness Swords" and the dozens of sets of swordsmanship inherited by Lu Ping in Feiyun Dongtian were all taken by Lu Pingxin and turned into the sword light emitted by the golden scale sword. It looked as if Lu Ping was performing these dozens of sets of swordsmanship at the same time.

The monks who watched Lu Ping’s swordsmanship for a while were puzzled. They seemed to feel that Lu Ping’s swordsmanship suddenly became weird. Each set of swordsmanship was a different style, and even a set of swordsmanship was used by Lu Ping in succession. The Fangshi deduction made the monks who watched feel an extremely weird dull aura, rushing and brewing rapidly in the surrounding void, as if they were finding a breakthrough that needed to be vented urgently.

Lu Ping performed dozens of different swordsmanships at the same time, and the understanding in his heart became clearer. He couldn't help but let out a long scream, yelling: "Wonderful!"

I saw Lu Ping take the Jinlin Sword back into his hand again, this time it was a brand new set of swordsmanship, and after this set of swordsmanship was unfolded, the various spirited sword lights surrounding Lu Ping's body were practicing. Dozens of sets of swordsmanship, as if being subjected to a huge gravitational force at the same time, were thrown toward the swordsmanship vortex drawn by the golden scale sword.

The sound of sword chanting in the entire sky is not only the golden scale sword and the psychic sword light in the sky, but also the flying sword magical tools in the hands of disciples in other courtyards watching Lu Ping swordsmanship, the flying swords at the feet of the monks in the hemolysis period, and even forging. The magic weapon flying sword in the hands of the monks in the Dan stage was letting their masters do their best to control at this moment, but there were still many flying swords that suddenly broke away from the master's control and threw them into the swordsmanship vortex that was unfolded by Lu Ping.

The expressions of the real people of Daodan have changed. The flying sword magic weapons in their hands will naturally not be sucked away by the set of swordsmanship performed by Lu Ping. However, they watched the swordsmanship shown by dozens of flying swords to Lu Ping. The whirlpool was thrown like a moth into a fire, and almost all the monks realized the power level of this set of swordsmanship in an instant.

This is the magical power of swordsmanship!

However, the swordsmanship at this time seems to have exceeded the cognition of others. The swordsmanship vortex used by Lu Ping is getting bigger and bigger, and not only the clouds of Xianyangfeng are swept away by Lu Ping, but also the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. Converging from the swordsmanship vortex of Luping, the huge celestial phenomenon not only covered the entire space of the True Spirit Courtyard, but also the guardian formation of Tianling Mountain seemed to be affected at this time.

It seems that there is only the sound of sword chanting left in the whole world. Within the scope covered by the celestial phenomena brought up by Lu Ping's sword practice, whether it is a magic weapon, a magic weapon, or a magic weapon, as long as it is a sword weapon, this moment is Under Lu Ping’s swordsmanship, it seems that there is a posture of the Ten Thousand Sword Dynasty Sect. At this time, no matter who it is, if he wants to challenge Lu Ping, as long as the weapon in his hand is a flying sword, his strength will be weakened out of thin air, unless this is the case. Human swordsmanship is also a great supernatural power level.

At this moment, Lu Ping seemed to have infinite joy in his heart. Just as he unfolded all the swordsmanship he had mastered, the Heiner Baichuan Sword Art was finally unfolded by Lu Ping again, and Lu Ping finally crossed the barrier at this moment. The hurdle in front of you: This time is a veritable swordsmanship!

Although Lu Ping had already understood the realm of swordsmanship, he was not created by Lu Ping himself. What he understood was nothing but other people's things. Although the power was still strong, he couldn't handle it after all, making this set of swordsmanship magical. His power was fully utilized, but Xian Yangfeng's sword practice finally allowed Lu Ping to seize this opportunity and incorporate everything he has learned about swordsmanship into his own swordsmanship.

It turns out that this is the true meaning of being resolute!

This is his own swordsmanship magical power!

This is the real Sword Art of Inclusiveness!

At this time, Lu Ping’s noise was not just about the True Spirit Courtyard~www.wuxiaspot.com~, even the monks of Tianling Mountain were also alarmed. In the black night sky, a series of different rays of light were drawn, and they rushed towards Xianyang Peak. Now, many of the monks’ auras surpassed him in Lu Ping’s senses, and even when Lu Ping achieved his own supernatural powers, a mysterious idea suddenly descended from the top of Tianling Mountain, after sweeping through Lu Ping. , But mysteriously disappeared.

Lu Ping had already awakened from the understanding of swordsmanship at this time. As soon as the golden scale sword was retracted, the huge swordsmanship vortex in the sky disappeared suddenly. Dozens of flying sword magic weapons fell from the sky, but they were all broken copper. Rotten iron.

When Lu Ping looked at the entire platform, he saw that the entire seventh platform had been completely destroyed by his own swordsmanship exercises. However, Lu Ping smiled with satisfaction when he saw the riddled platform being shot by the sword light and sword aura. It can be regarded as a place of inheritance that Lu Ping left here. If a monk who devotes himself to repairing swords arrives here in the future, he will be able to gain something from this devastated platform.

Lu Ping glanced at the six disciples behind him who had been observing his swordsmanship during the blood refining period, then glanced into the void around him, suddenly burst into laughter, and then the whole person disintegrated and turned into a pool of running water. , There are still traces of Lu Ping on the platform.

Escape the little magical powers!