V3.Chapter 47

Looking at this ice sword emitting a strong chill, he Yiming couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

When he was just promoted to baishantian, he also tried to use his true Qi to condense weapons outside his body. But it turned out that this was just a gimmick. The weapon made of pure Qi looks majestic, but it is actually fragile.

Let alone compared with daguandao, even compared with ordinary swords, it may not be able to win.

So he put the idea aside and never missed it again.

But at this time, after seeing the ice sword in Zhuo Wanlian's hand, his heart moved again.

At the time of the hundred scattered heaven realm, the true Qi disperses but does not condense, so the condensed sword of true Qi is naturally fragile. However, when he was promoted to yixiantian, the orifices and acupoints in his body were already well understood, and the true Qi was condensed into one, so could he really use the true Qi sword?

Even if pure Qi doesn't work, how effective will it be to condense Qi on other items with the help of Zhuo Wanlian's method.

A series of thoughts instantly formed in his mind, making his face flush with a rare flush.

Zhan Tianfeng's heart sank more and more. He knew that this was the special performance of the cultivator after understanding the martial arts.

After just breaking through, the young frontline talent seems to have understood it again.

Inexplicably, he finally made a decision in his heart. Such a terrible young strong man, and he is also the Grand Master of Tianluo. Such a person must not stay.

Just the so-called side of the couch, how can others sleep soundly.

If he Yiming grows up again, and even he can't control it, will Tianluo replace Kairong?

Hundreds of years ago, the Lord of Kairong forced the former leader of powerful countries to abdicate, which must not happen.

He Yiming shivered inexplicably, but even if he was extremely smart, he would never guess Zhan Tianfeng's malicious mind under the cover of his smiling face.

He thought that this chill was from the ice sword in Zhuo Wanlian's hand, and his heart could not help but become more and more afraid.

Zhuo Wanlian stabbed out with a sword, which was extremely sharp. Although what he held in his hand was an ice sword, if he only heard the sound of the wind, it was no different from a real sword.

Seeing this sword in an instant across the distance between each other, stabbed in front of. He Yiming subconsciously stretched out his hands.

His hands formed a magical handprint, and the muscle in the middle of his hands beat slightly. Although the sound of the membrane was subtle, it was no different from the sound of the big drum in the ears of Zhan Tianfeng and Zhuo Wanlian, two extremely strong men.

Sure enough, with the sound of the drum, several red needle shaped Qi shot from he Yiming's hands, making a strange angle in the air and stabbing Zhuo Wanlian's body.

Zhuo Wanlian snorted coldly, waved the ice sword in his hand, and unexpectedly produced a force of attraction in vain. Those needle shaped Qi immediately lost their target and flew towards the ice sword.

Under the incredible eyes of he Yiming, these needle shaped Qi dissipated automatically as soon as they touched the ice sword.

This is the first time that he Yiming has returned without success after displaying the hidden needle seal. He faintly sensed that if he wanted to deal with the strong one, he had to use more powerful and fierce moves.

Zhuo Wanlian's ice sword shook and continued to move forward. He Yiming raised his handprint, and a metallic luster flashed on his skin, so he greeted it.

"Pa......"

A slight collision suddenly sounded, and he Yiming made a strange cry and jumped out like a fly.

The firmness of the opponent's ice sword is far beyond his imagination. It seems that with these drinks, the ice sword in Zhuo Wanlian's hand has really become a peerless weapon, leaving a long scar on he Yiming's hand.

Not only that, the powerful cold power from the ice sword almost turned him into a popsicle.

However, as soon as these frozen gases entered his body, they were immediately absorbed by the magical power surging up in the Dantian. Therefore, when he was in mid air, his body had returned to normal, but the white frost covering the surface was still a little scary.

In an instant, he Yiming had understood the horror of this ice sword. This is definitely not something he can resist with his bare hands.

Subconsciously touched his back. He Yiming secretly complained. When he came here today, he was dizzy with anger. He put the dagger in the embassy area and didn't take it with him.

His eyes turned, and he suddenly saw the dense forest not far away in midair. His heart moved, and he was overjoyed.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he Yiming immediately jumped up again and rushed over like a ferocious spirit.

Zhuo Wanlian is proud of his achievements with a sword. His icy cold air is extremely powerful. Since he Yiming's body has been invaded, even if the other party is a strong one, he will never feel good.

But before he continued to attack, he Yiming saw that he Yiming had rushed back like a crazy tiger, and his eyes were green, completely in a desperate posture. He was shocked, and immediately changed his mind. He defended the counterattack with his feet splayed and concentrated.

At the same time, after seeing he Yiming's lightning fast body method, it seemed that he Yiming was not affected by the cold air at all. Then he realized that no wonder the younger martial brother once said that although he was not practicing ice series skills, he was not afraid of ice series skills at all.

However, how he Yiming actually did this made him puzzled.

He Yiming rushed like lightning. He could even see Zhuo Wanlian's eyes that had become dignified and incomparable, and the sword tip trembled slightly, as if it would suddenly appear from somewhere at any time.

But at this moment, he Yiming's face showed a proud smile.

Zhuo Wanlian was slightly stunned, and then saw that he Yiming's body didn't advance but retreated. Unexpectedly, he didn't make a strong attack, but jumped towards the back from a distance.

He was stunned and couldn't laugh or cry. The little guy's mastery of momentum has reached a superb level, and even he couldn't help being fooled at that swoop.

However, what does he Yiming mean by retreating so much? But he couldn't figure it out.

However, at the next moment, he understood.

He Yiming leaped into a woodland like a fly, where there are countless tall trees, and the highest one is even seven or eight meters high.

When he came under a big tree, he suddenly shouted and punched out. The powerful fist power surged out like a mountain, and immediately broke one of the trees, which was about four meters high.

The power of this punch is naturally shocking in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is nothing more than that in the eyes of the strong one. Zhan Tianfeng and he Yiming don't understand what the hell is going on.

However, he Yiming's next action startled them at the same time.

He picked up such a huge tree with his toes, and then held it in his arms with his hands.

From he Yiming's body, there was a strong innate Qi of wood. However, within a few seconds, the whole big tree seemed to be full of the powerful life energy of wood, and he Yiming holding this big tree gave them a very strange feeling.

It seems that he Yiming and the whole tree have been integrated, like the ice sword in Zhuo Wanlian's hand, and have become an inseparable whole.

With a flash of light in his eyes, he Yiming rushed towards Zhuo Wanlian again. This time, his pace was stable and his speed gradually accelerated. When he came to Zhuo Wanlian, he raised the tree in his hand high and chopped it down like a machete.

For a moment, Zhan Tianfeng and Zhuo Wanlian both had instant dullness in their eyes.

They are all well-informed people, and have dealt with countless congenital strong people in their life. But those who use this kind of thing to make weapons, let alone have seen it with their own eyes, have not even heard of it.

However, they did not know that the weapon he Yiming used was originally a dagger close to four meters.

Although the trees used at the moment are a little too thick, their length is similar to that of Daguan Dao. The difference between the two is not very big. He Yiming uses them very smoothly.

Zhuo Wanlian was just a little stunned and instantly recovered his ordinary mind.

With a sword sticking out, he drew a circle strangely, gently touched the tree and immediately avoided it.

However, he suddenly found that the other party's big tree was really full of strong wood power, just like the ice sword in his hand was full of cold power.

Not only the tree was as strong as iron, but also the power of life rushed up through the ice sword, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Zhuo Wanlian was almost stunned by this discovery.

He can condense his true Qi into such a long ice sword, and reach such a hard level that is not inferior to the sharp weapon of the divine weapon, which was achieved after ten years of cultivation after being promoted to a first-line day.

As soon as he Yiming was promoted successfully, he was able to easily attach the wood Qi to the big tree, and it was still such a huge tree.

Such a huge volume, even if he is, is also out of reach.

At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his heart. Even the master and his old man may not be able to condense such a huge ice sword

He really couldn't figure out how he Yiming could achieve this with his strength of just being promoted to Yitian. Is it possible that his true Qi can resonate with all things in the world without even a little hindrance.

Of course, this idea is just a random guess. He doesn't believe that there will be such strong people in the world.

If there is such a person, do you want others to live.

He Yiming held the big tree and waved it with great lightness. In his hand, the huge tree seemed to be alive. Not only did the tree pole sweep and split vertically, it contained unparalleled power, but even the branches and leaves on the trunk were equally swaying, like countless whips, leaving their traces in the void.

Zhan Tianfeng, who was watching, was tongue tied. He secretly exchanged himself with Zhuo Wanlian, but sadly found that even if he shot, he might not be able to win he Yiming steadily.

The power of the weapon in this guy's hand is really speechless

Zhuo Wanlian became more and more depressed. No matter how fast his body method was, no matter how wonderful his ice sword was, even if his sword method was false or real, even he himself couldn't understand which was real and which was false. But as long as the other party gently shifts the tree from an angle, all the sword skills he takes great pains to display will be useless.

This big tree is so big that he has no way to get it.

Suddenly, his face flushed.

What he practiced was originally the ice series skill, and he had practiced to the peak level, but at this moment, because he completely stimulated the true Qi of his whole body, the abnormal color appeared on his face strangely.

Then, with a sudden soft drink, he raised his ice sword and cut at the... Big tree in front of him.

His sword is extremely sharp, fast as lightning, and powerful.

In an instant, the part that came into contact with the ice sword suddenly cracked. Even the giant tree with the blessing of he Yiming's congenital dead wood skill could not stand Zhuo Wanlian's desperate attack.

However, just a moment later, the smile that just appeared on Zhuo Wanlian's face solidified again.

His sword has condensed all the Qi of his whole body, and it is really unstoppable. However, he still ignored one thing, this big tree is still too big.

Moreover, the wood power instilled by he Yiming is really broad and profound, which makes him feel deeply helpless.

Although his ice sword had broken the tree by more than one meter in an instant, it was only a quarter of the whole tree.

At this point, his true Qi is close to drying up, and the speed of continuing to advance is as slow as a snail. This ice sword has been wrapped by layers of wood power. Let alone entering, even if you want to exit safely, it seems to be an unattainable thing.

He instantly understood that if he continued to be strong, he would not be able to break the tree and hurt he Yiming. He was afraid that when his true Qi completely dried up, he would die on the spot.

His eyes flashed a helpless color, and his body retreated like a fly.

As for the ice sword in his hand, it has been deeply immersed in the tree and can no longer be taken out.

Without Zhuo Wanlian's true Qi support, the ice sword was instantly dissolved under the impact of the "life" power of the tree, and turned into a pool of wine again, volatilizing in the air.

He Yiming looked at the front fork with lingering fear, and a quarter of the tree had been broken open. He was secretly surprised, and knew that he was still so far behind Zhuo Wanlian.

However, he also sensed the other party's embarrassment at the moment, and immediately Dashu rushed forward with the momentum of overlord carrying the tripod.

Between one advance and one retreat, the momentum between the two has changed dramatically.

For the first time, he Yiming took the absolute initiative in the confrontation between the two people. His momentum was like a rainbow, and some cracked trees in the middle gave out a harsh scream, as if the ghosts were crying and wolves were howling and whipping away.

Zhuo Wanlian continued to retreat, and he had to retreat, because he could no longer take such inhuman attacks.

He finally roared and said, "stop fighting."

Although he Yiming was unwilling, he hesitated and stopped. He knew that although he had the upper hand, it was just the advantage of the big tree in his hand. It was too much. And it's one thing to get the upper hand, and it's another thing to want to kill your opponent.

Under the current circumstances, it is undoubtedly a dream for him to kill Zhuo Wanlian.

With a shake of his wrist, Dashu immediately carried it on his shoulder. He Yiming asked, "why don't you fight?" ÷

Zhuo Wanlian said unhappily, "your Kung Fu is so weird, why can't you fart with my frozen air?"

He Yiming suddenly lost his smile, but he also understood. Because he himself has stronger freezing air than the other party, Zhuo Wanlian's maximum ability is no threat to him. In this case, he will never threaten himself.

Since he sensed this, Zhuo Wanlian naturally stopped and retreated. If he continued to fight, wouldn't he be asking for trouble.

Zhan Tianfeng came up with a laugh and said, "you two have good Kung Fu, which has opened my eyes."

He Yiming and he Yiming naturally won't believe that the strength of this old man's advanced tianyijiazi is beyond their comparison.

Zhan Tianfeng's eyes fell on the big tree on he Yiming's shoulder and suddenly said, "brother he, how about playing with me?"

He Yiming threw the big tree without hesitation. Although it was four meters long and extremely thick, it was just a big tree in the eyes of the strong one.

Zhan Tianfeng stretched out his hand and took the tree in his hand.

He Yiming secretly admires himself. Looking at other people's actions, he looks like holding a branch. He can't do this natural and unrestrained strength.

Zhan Tianfeng instilled the Qi in his body into Dashu, but he soon found that although his Qi was much stronger than he Yiming at this time, after entering Dashu, he could only barely integrate into about one tenth of his volume. Once this limit is exceeded, his wood Qi can no longer be completely controlled.

Others can't see a clue from the appearance, but he knows that if he uses this big tree as an enemy to Zhuo Wanlian, he will easily cut most of them away and eventually become nondescript. Where can he have such a powerful power in the hands of he Yiming.

His face changed slightly, and infinite questions arose in his heart. How on earth can he Yiming fill such a huge tree with wood Qi?

A moment later, he put down the tree and said with a smile, "you two, it is said that the masters of Tu fan country have brought many good things to participate in the master trade this time. Are you interested in this?"

He Yiming nodded and said without concealment, "I'm here for this. Naturally, I want to participate."

Zhuo Wanlian's attitude towards he Yiming has changed a lot at this time. In his heart, although he Yiming has been attributed to monsters, his super strength has indeed been recognized by him.

Hesitated for a moment, and he nodded and agreed.

Zhan Tianfeng burst out laughing and reintroduced them into the temple to enjoy hospitality, but no one could imagine that under his warm appearance, he had an unimaginable strange mind.