Wanwan's Shock, Broken Waves Spitting Blood ()
The familiar torrent of information began to erupt.
In Chen Qing's mind, all kinds of cultivation path formulas appeared one by one.
As Sword Saint Dugu Yi Sheng's proudest ultimate technique, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was not just a simple sword technique.
The Holy Spirit Sword Technique also included the mental cultivation method of cultivating inner force and true qi.
When he finished receiving all the Holy Spirit Sword Techniques, Chen Qing's face was filled with excitement.
"Sword 23!"
He did have Sword 23, but he needed to cultivate and comprehend it himself.
To be honest, Chen Qing had no confidence in mastering it.
After all, Sword 23 had already surpassed the original scope of martial arts. The Sword Saint had been invincible for so many years before he could condense his primordial spirit in one go.
He had only become a Grandmaster two days ago.
He definitely did not have the foundation to condense an Essence Soul.
A true peerless martial art could not be mastered just because one had it.
Soon, Chen Qing closed his eyes again.
Regardless of whether he could master Sword 23 or not, he still had to learn the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
Chen Qing's consciousness condensed and slowly stopped the circulation route of the Scorching Technique. He began to circulate his true energy according to the circulation route of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
In his meridians, his Genuine Qi changed in an instant. It became sharp and full of destructive power.
At the same time, Chen Qing's temperament changed drastically.
From the outside world, he looked like an unsheathed sword, and a murderous aura began to spread.
"What an astonishing sword intent!"
"What kind of divine technique is the person next door cultivating? How can he emit such terrifying sword intent?”
Wan Wan was shocked. She felt as if a peerless divine sword had been born in the room next door.
Even he was slightly moved by the sword intent.
Chen Qing didn't know that Wanwan lived next door to him.
After a few large circulations, he felt a sharp pain in his meridians.
The internal energy cultivated from the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was extremely destructive and murderous. It was like endless needles shuttling through his meridians.
This kind of mental cultivation method must not be cultivated too much, or else it would hurt oneself.
"As expected of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!"
Chen Qing smiled in satisfaction.
The Holy Spirit Sword Technique had its drawbacks, but it also had many benefits.
The amount of true qi that the inner force mental cultivation method of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique increased by one large circulation was more than the amount of true qi that the Burning Technique increased by one large circulation.
Moreover, because this mental cultivation method was too violent, it also had the ability to widen the meridians.
The Genuine Qi cultivated was also purer than the Genuine Qi cultivated by the Scorching Technique.
If he practiced the Blazing Technique and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique in turn, he would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
After switching back to the Scorching Technique to nourish his meridians for a while, Chen Qing began to do serious business-editing the third inventory video.
"Sword 23!"
"This old man has finally comprehended Sword 23! Xiong Ba, just wait for this old master to take your dog life.”
In the Sword Valley, the Sword Saint roared at the sky, his voice shaking the surroundings.
The terrifying internal strength surged, scaring the surrounding birds.
The Sword Saint's hair danced wildly, and his eyes shot out a soul-stirring light.
"Congratulations, Uncle!"
When Duan Lang heard this, he ran over and knelt in front of the Sword Saint. This thigh was the right one to hug.
It was not in vain for him to acknowledge Dugu Yifang as his foster father.
"Didn't I say not to come here for no reason?”
When Sword Saint saw Duan Lang, his face immediately darkened.
As the Sword Saint who ruled the world, even his younger brother had to obey his orders. If he violated them, he would punish him.
Not to mention Duan Lang, who was not related by blood.
Hearing this, Duan Lang's expression changed. He didn't expect the Sword Saint to be so temperamental.
"Big Uncle, I didn't barge into this place. Xiong Ba admitted defeat and canceled the duel with you.”
Duan Lang didn't dare to hide this matter.
Even though he hoped that the Sword Saint would kill Xiong Ba, he didn't have the guts to lie to the Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint's gaze froze and he was stunned for a moment."It's canceled?"
"That's right, he must have exposed my shocking sword technique and made Xiong Ba tremble in fear.”
"That's good too. Xiong Ba is not worthy of dying under Sword 23.”
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The Sword Saint agreed?
Duan Lang immediately became anxious.
"Uncle, you can't. Xiong Ba killed my foster father, you must kill him to avenge him.”
"Moreover, if you don't kill him now, when Xiong Ba becomes stronger, he will still come looking for you.”
No matter how he thought about it, he did not expect the Sword Saint to agree so quickly.
Duan Lang didn't know the weakness of Sword 23.
At this moment, Sword Saint didn't want to die together with Xiong Ba.
"Are you teaching me how to do things? Get lost!"
The Sword Saint shouted, causing Duan Lang to spit out blood.
Not daring to say a word, he hurriedly left Sword Valley.
"Humph!"
Looking at Duan Lang's back, the Sword Saint snorted coldly and sat down again with his eyes closed to adjust his aura.
In fact, he was also strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
If he continued to fight with Xiong Ba, he would probably die before he could reach the World Association. After comprehending such a shocking sword technique, his essence, qi, and spirit were almost exhausted.
Another reason why Sword Saint did not want to fight Xiong Ba to the death was that the real Dugu Yifang had died more than ten years ago.
Others might not know, but how could he not know that Dugu Yifang, who was killed by Xiong Ba, was merely a substitute for his younger brother?
"Eh?"
As the Sword Saint adjusted his breathing, he felt a magical force in the air that kept drilling into his head.
"Is this the legendary spiritual energy?"
The Sword Saint's body trembled. He felt that under this power, his condition was recovering several times faster than before.
"Xiong Ba?"
The Sword Saint snorted coldly in his heart and discarded all distracting thoughts.
How could he really let Xiong Ba go? It was just that he needed time.
As a Sword Saint, how could he explain this to Duan Lang?
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