The Ancestor of Body Repair

On the Zhongfeng platform of Tianjianmen, the sword competition has entered the final stage. Everyone is surrounded by the last sword fighting platform. Now there are only the last two disciples left, and they will win the fifth and sixth place.

The fifth and sixth places can be said to be one day and one place. The fifth place means that there is a chance to comprehend the sword intent, while the sixth place only has some medicinal pill rewards to stabilize the meridians.

One of these two disciples is a young man wearing a black robe. Although there is a loose robe to cover it, many disciples can feel that this person is sturdy.

The other is a petite woman. This goddess has a dignified expression. The sword art in her hand flashes endlessly. She controls two bronze long swords, waving them in the air, attacking two one-foot-long short swords.

The shape of these two short swords is extremely strange. The body occupies half of the sword. It looks like just the tip of an ordinary long sword, while the other half is the hilt. Plus the tip of the sword, it seems nondescript.

The two weird short swords are very flexible. Under the control of the young man, they keep dodging the bronze long swords.

The surrounding Tianjianmen disciples can see that this short sword is just an ordinary third-level psychic magic weapon, except that it is somewhat flexible, there is no other special feature.

It seems that as long as the bronze long sword hits the dagger a few times in the front, the victory can be established in one fell swoop.

Mu Wanting didn't think so. For some reason, she felt that the guy on the opposite side, Huang Xiaoyun, was hiding his strength. During the battle, she felt a little palpitations from time to time, as if the other side had the strength to kill her.

Although this person is not proficient in sword-fighting and cannot exert the power of metallic mana, like a disciple who has just practiced sword-fighting, his mana is very strong and can be used up all the time.

In the previous battles, Huang Xiaoyun also relied on his powerful mana to forcefully consume his opponents, all the way to this ranking.

"Humph! No matter what purpose you have in hiding your strength, I, Mu Wanting, will make a reservation for this place in the Sword Valley."

She looked at Huang Xiaoyun, who was a little careless, and directly took a color-brightening pill. A strong and sharp breath gushed out of her body. The two long swords seemed to have some kind of resonance, and they quickly merged, turning into a golden long sword. , swallowing golden sword energy.

Although she is average in the power of consciousness, she is proficient in the technique of raising swords in the door. The Jinling Shuangjian has accompanied her for a hundred years, from the low-grade magic weapon to the third-level psychic magic weapon. The human sword is the same, she can use The power of a complete set of instruments.

Moreover, the Jian Yuandan that he just swallowed can increase the power of the sword-fighting technique by 30%, and the attack power is so strong that it has completely reached the peak of the foundation-building stage.

Huang Xiaoyun seemed to feel the power of the golden long sword, and with a single move, two short swords were put into his sleeves, and then an extremely thick golden shield appeared outside his body and directly took defensive measures.

Mu Wanting's eyes flashed with a flash of sharpness, the sword in her little hand moved, and the golden long sword let out a cheerful sword cry, which turned into a dazzling sword light and rushed forward.

"This person is really stupid. Don't you know that the essence of Jianxiu is to attack, and a strong attack is the strongest defense. If you think about defense blindly, you have already failed!"

But at this moment, four extremely dazzling lights suddenly flashed on the sword fighting platform, like silver lightning streaking across the sky.

"when……"

The piercing metal clashing sound echoed, and Mu Wanting felt four terrifying sharp forces that slammed on her golden spirit sword. At this moment, she could even hear a trace of pain from the long sword. whine.

The next moment, the Jin Ling Long Sword trembled, and it re-divided into two bronze swords, and the aura dimmed.

Almost at the same time, the sword and shield that protected her body also shattered, and four strange short swords one foot long hung on her forehead, exuding a biting edge.

Mu Wanting's face turned pale.

"How can there be such a fast sword control, the power of the short sword is almost doubled."

The Tianjianmen disciples surrounding the sword fighting platform were also stunned. Most of them only saw a few silver lights flashing, and then Mu Wanting's body protection sword and shield shattered, and the combined long sword was also scattered.

The sword cultivators who entered the top ten of the sword competition all looked solemn, especially the top four, all looked at Huang Xiaoyun with fearful eyes, and with their powerful consciousness, barely captured the scene just now.

When Huang Xiaoyun displayed the golden shield, four short swords fell from his sleeves, and were caught between the five fingers of his right hand. Then, while the sword art of his left hand was pinched, the four short swords were caught by him. He waved his arm out.

They felt that they might be dazzled, why did Yujianjue use the power of the arm to throw it, is it possible that some kind of swordsmanship operation method, the swordsmanship needs the cooperation of the arm waving.

Well, it must be so.

Under the blessing of this powerful sword-wielding supernatural power, the four short swords were like lightning and flint, nearly twice as fast as their sword-wielding skills, and hit the Golden Spirit Sword with precision.

The speed is so fast, it seems that the power of the short sword has also doubled, and the Jin Lingjian is broken in one breath.

The top four swordsmen couldn't help but ponder whether they could take over these four daggers with soaring power.

The one who presided over this sword fighting stage was the white-haired old man at the beginning. As the chief sword cultivator in the sect, he naturally knew the origin of Huang Xiaoyun.

The white-haired old man was amazed inwardly. The Body Refinement Pavilion was indeed no trivial matter. The combination of physical strength and sword-fighting skills could actually produce such power. It was definitely not as simple as one plus one.

In addition to the power of the flesh, it seems that the strongest defense of the body training pavilion is their defense. Jianxiu can play the biggest attack together with it. He can't help but look forward to the upcoming martial arts battle.

The thought flashed through his mind, and the white-haired old man said slowly: "This time, Huang Xiaoyun won the sword competition and became the fifth place in the sword competition, and Mu Wanting ranked sixth."

Huang Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief and finally got the qualification to enter the Sword Valley. He patted the storage bag on his waist. In addition to the four short swords, there were many strange short weapons, triangular sharp knives, cross darts, and five-pointed darts. There are blades.

These uniquely shaped weapons are the hidden weapons of the body-refining pavilion warriors. Four of them can be put down on the fingertips of each hand, and they can be fired with terrifying physical power. The power is amazing.

Many warriors, relying on the shuriken at the level of the spirit-controlling magic weapon, secretly killed a lot of immortal cultivators, sneak attacks and assassinations are the real uses of the shuriken.

Thinking of this, Huang Xiaoyun was a little uneasy. The attack just now borrowed the swordsmanship of Tianjianmen, but he still relied on the physical strength of the quenching body. I wonder if the master will punish him.

Mu Wanting looked at Huang Xiaoyun, who was absent-minded, with a look of unwillingness on her face. She gritted her teeth and said, "Huang Xiaoyun, what kind of magical power is this."

"Shuriken."

Huang Xiaoyun said something casually, then bowed his hands to the white-haired old man, jumped off the sword fighting platform, and walked to the position of the four forward sword cultivators.

Mu Wanting clenched the bronze magic sword in her hand and remembered the three words "Shuriken" in her heart. Not only her, but the disciples of Tianjianmen who were watching the battle all knew a terrifying magical power of sword control.