Volume 12 Chapter 64

In this day, even the most fast footed saint can't walk through the huge city without a corner. Just like the ten years or so since the founding of the state of Yunqin, the most lively day in the world of practitioners, there are bound to be many rare Saint battles in the world.

The saint division battle, just like the battle between Nangong Weiyang and the real dragon guard in the real dragon mountain, reminds people of the powerful flying sword when it is mentioned.

But the largest city in the world is itself the place where all kinds of extraordinary and refined masters gather.

Ten years before the founding of the state of Yunqin, which Ni Henian missed, there were more saints fighting in various ways than now, and it was not only the way of flying swords.

In the battle between him and Zhongcheng, there was no flying sword.

Zhongcheng walks in numerous whirlwinds to Ni Henian.

Originally, the sunny world, because of numerous wind currents, makes the surrounding scenery seem to fall into a confusion.

Zhongcheng is like walking in a fog, which covers the city.

In the light distortion caused by numerous wind currents, his people also flashed many mirror like shadows. The disorder of vitality makes it impossible to judge the specific distance between him and himself, whether from perception or vision.

However, Ni Henian was calm, his hair was blown by the wind and danced in the air, but his body did not move, just watching the approach of Zhongcheng.

Zhongcheng goes to Ni Henian.

He raised his hands and put them in front of the Dantian. He held them in a virtual way. The Holy Spirit of the master came out from his hands, arms, chest and abdomen. In an instant, his hands and Dantian were full of brilliance, just like holding up a bright moon.

Then he held the bright moon and simply ran into Ni Henian.

It's for the moon.

It's for one hit.

In the past, with the strength of soul in the body, it vibrated and disordered the vitality of the heaven and earth, caused wind flow and distorted light, produced illusion and made the opponent unable to judge the specific distance clearly. These are wonderful and unimaginable means for ordinary practitioners, but they are not the strongest way in Zhongcheng.

He is the most powerful cultivator of Zhong family, and the most powerful way of asceticism is to burst out all the strength at one time.

**Power of the soul, power of the soul, one blow at a time.

With one blow, he did not send out the power of the second blow.

One strike for success and one strike for failure, so this strike is extraordinarily aggressive and never moves forward.

In the moment when Zhongcheng holds the bright moon and his body turns into a thumping force, all the stones on the ground around him jump up.

The air around him, with the rapid eruption and contraction of his soul power, condenses rapidly in the bright moon that he holds. The stones that jump up still violate the rules of the world weight. They don't see any downward trend, but seem to be suspended in the air.

In these years, in the wonderful Zhongzhou City, no matter how many Saints live, come and go, or walk out of Zhongzhou City, few people dare to fly swords in front of Zhongcheng.

Because there were two masters of imperial swords who used flying swords to Zhongcheng. As a result, their flying swords became fragments under the beating of the bright moon in Zhongcheng, and the fragments fell on them.

It's the most tough metal or crystal in the world that can be made into a flying sword. Otherwise, it's hard to bear the stab and collision for a moment, the great soul power of the master himself, and the power of a flying sword. It's so horrible.

However, in the face of Zhongcheng's attack, Ni Henian's hands just stretched out from the extremely expensive robes and sleeves, and calmly laid them on Zhongcheng's hands.

Countless stones were suspended in the air.

At the moment when Ni Henian 's hands were placed on the hands of Zhongcheng, all the rocks suspended in the air were shocked, and many cracks appeared on the surface of the stones trampled by many practitioners.

However, Ni Henian didn't want to press the attack of Zhongcheng with his own hands.

In this moment, he just calmly penetrates the soul power into the body of Zhongcheng.

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In the very short time that only the practitioners of the saint master level can respond, Zhong Cheng felt the rapid penetration of the soul power of the other side, rushed into his own Dantian, and his calm eyes showed unspeakable light.

He finally knew the most powerful means of Ni Henian, and finally understood why Ni Henian was the most powerful holy master and the only immovable great sacrifice in the city of Zhongzhou in these years.

The soul power of each practitioner can drive soul soldiers. For soul soldiers, it is like the fuel of soul soldiers.

This is a very simple truth.

However, the soul power itself is also very mysterious, just like the blood flowing in the body of each practitioner, and the spirit condenses a kind of unique energy aggregation.

Each practitioner's soul power is like his own blood, which is similar in nature, but with subtle differences.

That is to say, everyone's soul power can be used as fuel for soul soldiers, but the fuel of each practitioner can be burned, but it is different fuel.

A practitioner penetrates other people's soul power, just like an incompatible organ is implanted in his body.

This organ will naturally necrosis.

Therefore, even if Prajna Temple regards itself as a unique vessel, it also uses its own soul power to form crystal walls, to protect its meridians, so that the soul power of the other party can only pass through its channels, rather than combine with its own soul power.

If the soul power can be simply infused by one practitioner to another, then the ascent of the world's practitioners is not only a way of meditation, but also a way of power transmission as the story book says.

Besides, unless the soul force of the other party is drawn into his body by himself like a sea of clouds, even if the spiritual force is forced into the other party's body by a practitioner one or two steps higher than the other party's, it will collide with the other party's * * and shake So it's easy for a practitioner of the level of holy master to smash an ordinary great master into pieces, but it's hard to penetrate the soul force into the other's body.

In the interaction of practitioners with similar level of cultivation, the intersection of soul force and soul force is the momentum of instant collision. It is impossible for one side's soul force to penetrate into one side's body through the attack of pure force and force.

However, at this moment, Zhongcheng is clearly perceived. Ni Henian's soul power flows into his soul power and into his Dantian.

This has nothing to do with the strength, it can only be a kind of powerful cultivation secret method.

This is the reason why no one can shake the great sacrifice of the imperial court in the past decades, which is the secret of Ni Henian.

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Ni Henian's soul power is like a ink pen deeply immersed in a basin of clear water, and a thick stream of ink instantly melts into the clear water and becomes dense.

Many of the soul power of Zhongcheng is like necrosis, no longer the soul power he can control.

The bright moon in his arms was suddenly dark, and his strength was rapidly reduced. The necrotic soul power, which was not controlled by him, knocked him and Ni Henian apart in his body.

It's like the ten years since the founding of the state of Yunqin, the best and worst time for practitioners in Zhongzhou city. It's the collision of two different ways of cultivation and different methods of fighting. This kind of fighting, unlike the intersection of two flying swords, looks thrilling, but it's more subtle and dangerous.

But just in this moment, the victory will be divided. Ni Henian is still the most powerful saint in Zhongzhou City, and Zhongcheng should die.

However, just at this moment, "Ding" sounded.

The sound is someone tapping on the tip of the knife.

Just like when Jiang Yanzhi knocked on the tip of the knife, the clang suddenly turned into countless sounds, especially those that were too high or too low to be heard.

These sounds, like countless invisible silk threads cut through the air, fall on Ni Henian again.

Ni Henian's extremely expensive robe suddenly showed numerous light patterns.

His brow was slightly wrinkled, and he turned to look at the closed gate of Huangque temple in surprise.

In this moment, Ni Henian's soul power penetrating into Zhongcheng's body was interrupted by this attack. In the pores of Zhongcheng's whole body, many blood stains and vital energy rushed out, and he quickly retreated in such blood fog and wind.

Suspended in the air, the stones that had been covered with many cracks were completely cut by the silent voice lines, all of which became pieces and fell down.

There is no crack in Ni Henian's robe.

However, the gate of Huangque temple has been split into countless triangular pieces, just like the tip of a knife.

Behind the broken door stood an old woman.

This yellow faced old woman was originally a casual person looking at the vegetable garden in the Huangque temple. She usually only had a watering ladle in her hand, but now she has a knife, which is the same as Jiang Yan used to weaving.

Her name is nightingale.

In the ten years before the founding of the state of Yunqin, she was just a woman in the willow lane of fireworks in Zhongzhou city. She once had a relationship with Jiang Yanzhi. Later, Jiang Yanzhi redeemed her, but she was tired of the prosperity. Finally, she chose to go back to seclusion in this Huangque temple. Many years later, she and Jiang Yanzhi had already forgotten about the Jianghu. Jiang family and she had no relationship Department.

However, Jiang Yanzhi died and Jiang family died completely. There are no Jiang family in Zhongzhou city. At this time, she stands out and becomes the last Jiang family in Zhongzhou city.

"Ding!"

Wash the lead China, forget the Jianghu, and even the woman who has been forgotten by the Jianghu no longer has the tender fingers to hit the blade again.

"I can't think of the sound shock method of Jiang Yanzhi. There are still people in Zhongzhou."

Ni Henian's brows wrinkled and his hands extended.

Countless broken voices were silent, and they hit him. There were no more light lines on his robe, but there were many light lines on his hands.

His face was a little white.

The long knife in the Nightingale's hand is broken. Then she also with the clock City, crazy retreat.

Ni Henian began to move and pursue.

For the emperor, it was two terrible opponents and assassins, so he could not let them leave Zhongzhou city alive.