After a set of sword techniques was performed, countless trees fell down in disorder. Broken branches and leaves were everywhere. Countless huge gullies that were dozens of meters long appeared on the ground, and it was a mess.
After withdrawing his True Core Strength, Feng AoTian stood in the open space. His face was not red and his breath was not puffed. There was not the slightest discomfort from the rapid movement, as if he had not moved at all. There was a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with the effect he had just created. He muttered,"Although this is only my own comprehension, it doesn't seem too bad. I just don't know if I can use Myriad Returning Swords like Nameless?”。
Feng Aotian had always liked to watch the TV series adapted from the manga since he was young. He felt that the set of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin used by Nameless in Wind and Cloud was quite good and was very suitable for group attacks. Therefore, he wanted to imitate Wu Ming and use his own True Core Strength to hammer that sword technique to see how effective it was.
He didn't waste any time and did as he thought!
He circulated his True Core Strength and a ball of flame appeared in his right palm. He used his mind to divide the flame into small blades. He tapped his left toe on the ground and his body rose into the air. He spun 360 degrees in the air and quickly threw the blade in his hand. He shouted,"Myriad Swords Return!"
The sharp blade split into ten, then ten into a hundred, and finally, it became densely packed in the sky. With a whoosh, it pierced through the air and shot hundreds of meters away at an extremely fast speed. Some hit tree branches, some hit the ground, and some passed through layers of leaves.”"Bang!" "Bang!" Countless explosions rang out in the forest. Broken branches, stone chips, and broken wood flew all over the sky. Countless pits of different depths and sizes appeared on the ground. The area that was hit by the sharp blades had more than a meter of soil swept up in a radius of more than 300 meters. It was a terrifying sight!
"The power of using martial arts to beat the Refined Qi is indeed terrifying! En, it was better to practice the control of magic treasures! In the future, he would have to rely on magical equipment to fight with cultivators! A weapon formed from true essence energy alone was not enough to fight against a slightly better magic treasure.”Feng Aotian felt that he was already more familiar with using martial arts to move the True Core Strength, so he wanted to practice his control over the magic treasure.
Xiuzhenists basically used all kinds of magic weapons when they fought. Very few people fought barehanded, unless they were very confident that they could kill their opponents barehanded. The magic weapons of Xiuzhenists were used to increase strength. Each magic weapon needed a certain amount of time to refine, especially the offensive type. Therefore, Feng AoTian had to find a magic treasure to bind its owner with his blood. He would practice it first and then slowly refine it when he had the time.
After picking for a long time in the ring, he finally took out a middle-grade spirit weapon longsword. Although Feng AoTian had a lot of magic treasures in his ring, he also knew the principle of being guilty and did not dare to be too ostentatious. In addition, there were also magic treasures that he could not tell the grade of. With his current cultivation, he estimated that they would not be of much use. Therefore, he chose a middle-grade spiritual weapon after a long time. It was a magic weapon that looked like a long sword. Moreover, he preferred to use swords.
Holding the long sword in his hand and dripping blood to acknowledge its owner, Feng Aotian recalled the information Little Xuan had given him. There was a set of Xuanyuan Sword Arts that was created to complement the Xuanyuan Sword. The Xuanyuan Sword Arts were divided into nine moves: One Sword Destroys the Heavens, Two Sword Destroys the Earth, Three Sword Slaughters Immortals, Four Sword Slaughters Gods, Five Sword Slaughtering Saints, Six Sword Seizes the Universe, Seven Sword Roars the Heavens, Eight Sword Breaks the Universe, and Nine Sword Slashes the Chaos. Back then, Little Xuan's old master had only mastered the first six moves. These nine moves were given to him when the Xuanyuan Sword was born.
Feng Aotian knew that the power of the nine sword techniques was definitely unparalleled, but if it could not be used together with the Xuanyuan Sword, the power would definitely be greatly reduced. However, he had no choice now. Xiao Xuan had already gone to recover from his injuries, and no matter how he called out, there was no response. He originally wanted to try to use the Xuanyuan Sword, but after trying a few times, there was no reaction, so he stopped thinking about it.
The power of the Xuanyuan Sword Art was undeniable, but then again, the owner of the Xuanyuan Sword had only mastered the first six moves. With Feng Aotian's current cultivation, he probably couldn't even master the first move. If he could master the first move, even if he used other magic treasures, he should be invincible in the cultivation world.
Feng Aotian held his long sword in his hand and stood on the empty ground in the forest. He gathered the True Core Strength in his body and injected it into the sword. The sword was red, and his thin clothes fluttered without wind. His black hair fluttered in the air as he chanted the sword technique in his heart. Suddenly, the middle-grade spirit weapon's long sword left his hand and flew high into the sky. The long sword made a sound of tearing through the air. Although the sword was out of his hand, it was more agile under the control of Feng AoTian's will than in his hand.
The long sword flew up and down in the sky, sometimes stabbing, sometimes chopping, and sometimes tilting. Every time the long sword changed its moves in the air, a red light would shoot out from the sword. The light would either hit the air or land on the ground. When it hit the air, it would cause the space to tremble. Some of the sword light that landed on the ground would create a bottomless hole, and some would create a huge gully that was hundreds of meters long.
For a moment, the sky changed color, and the wind blew. Huge rocks rolled in the forest, and grass and trees flew everywhere. The scene was very shocking.
Feng AoTian used his mind to control the longsword, and his body also moved rapidly with the changes of the longsword. Sometimes, he would kick sideways in the air, and sometimes, he would spread his wings, constantly changing his posture in the air. He kept practicing like this. After more than an hour, he stopped and muttered,"Sigh... The Xuanyuan Sword Art wasn't that easy to practice. Forget it, I'll try practicing a few more times!”。
He gathered his True Core Strength and continued to cultivate. The long sword turned red again and flew in the air. Every sword strike could cut off water and reverse the flow. An aura that was like toppling mountains and overturning seas filled the world. Fortunately, Feng AoTian had already set up a restriction from the beginning, so that everything inside the restriction was isolated from the outside world. Otherwise, tomorrow's central news would report a strange phenomenon of heaven and earth.
After practicing for an unknown amount of time, Feng AoTian had a bitter smile on his face. He seemed to have gained some enlightenment, but when he thought about it carefully, he could not remember anything. This made him extremely depressed, but he did not give up easily. He believed that as long as he could persist, he should be able to comprehend the first move of the Xuanyuan Sword Art soon.
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