Chapter 17: Every ten years there is a catastrophe, this is the Ascension Conference "Young Yang Jian, if you have the guts, don't run away." "If you have the guts, don't chase me." At the foot of Xiushui Peak, Ye Feng used a top-grade magical sword to attack Li Xunhuan from a distance. His sword fingers were clean and sharp, but the sword seemed dazed. I can't touch it. Li Xunhuan landed on the pool of water, stood in mid-air, looked at Ye Feng, his body motionless, and suddenly kicked up with one leg. The long sword just passed by. This is not martial arts, but the personal use of body techniques. As the saying goes, if you read a book a hundred times, its meaning will become clear, and the same is true for practicing martial arts. After years of training, Li Xunhuan found his own unique personal fighting style.
Cultivating immortals relies on spiritual awareness, while martial arts relies on eyes and intuition. Therefore, in battle, abandon all fancy moves, look directly at the opponent at all times, and when facing immortal cultivators, all three are superimposed. Once he finds the opponent's method of attack, then all he has to do is to dodge with the most exquisite spatial control. The opponent's attack range is small, so he only needs to make a slight mistake, or use a magic weapon to slightly change the opponent's direction. Large attack range? Haven't encountered it yet. I think with his ability of flying and treading on waves and wind god legs, these two light skills are more than enough for him. Other cultivators, unless they are extremely confident, would either use wind control techniques or light body techniques to dodge over a large area, or use defensive magic weapons to withstand the attack. In a word, what Li Xunhuan plays is being cool. This also brings a consequence that some people cannot bear. For example, Ye Feng at the moment. He was much older than Li Xunhuan, and had been practicing Qi for a long time at the tenth level. He was confident of his experience, but he was unable to win for a long time. Seeing that the other party was still so handsome, he was furious. "Yang Jian, you must die today." He retracted his sword and replaced it with a flying knife. The best magic weapon! Li Xunhuan blinked his eyes and said, "What a baby." The shape is the most common willow leaf flying knife, with a yellow and red tassel tied under the wooden handle. But there was one thing he didn't understand. "Fellow Daoist Ye, Yang Jian only rejected your invitation to hunt him, why did he want to kill me?" "Humph, you ask even though you already know the answer."
Ye Feng sneered. "Just now you and I were drinking together. You looked kind on the surface, but your body was always on guard and ready to attack. I'm afraid you also want to kill Ye." Li Xun Huan was startled, this posture of his body was a natural result of his martial arts training, it was not something he was deliberately trying to guard against. and, I copied. This guy wants to kill me when he drinks? Old silver coin. Perhaps he could see what Li Xunhuan was thinking, so he grinned and admitted it. "Yes, I wanted to kill you as soon as I got here." "Why?" "Because you are young, but you have a high level of cultivation and your magic is not weak," ? "Fellow Daoist, don't be confused. You and I have the same goal." Ye Feng licked his lips and stared at Li Xun Huan like a murderous pervert. "This hunting competition is not just about hunting down independent cultivators, it also includes other people's geniuses," And he just happens to be a genius. Although the other party did not finish speaking, Li Xunhuan had already understood what he meant. What made him even more frightened was what the other party said. The Ascension Conference is not only about hunting down independent cultivators, but also about hunting down "geniuses" like these. You know, the identity he had previously constructed was that of a descendant of a cultivation family. It is inferred from this that The Ascension Conference is also a test faced by immortal cultivation families. If they are not careful, the incense and inheritance will be cut off. Seems reasonable. In the mortal world of immortal cultivation, if there had been no such battle, wouldn't the immortal cultivation families be able to have endless descendants for thousands of years? Disciples from the seven major sects gather once every five years, with a thousand people each time. It is impossible for such a large number of disciples to all die of old age without a sound. I am afraid that most of them will eventually return to their roots or create new families. In this way, the Kingdom of Yue is big, but also small. If there aren't enough spiritual veins, then there will naturally be fighting and killing. Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest. There is unrest every ten years, and the sky is filled with murderous intent! My goodness, it’s like a catastrophe from heaven. It really is worthy of being called the dark world of immortal cultivation.
It seems that he made the right choice to join the sect. Today, he is proud of the sect. Immortal cultivators have great wisdom and their thoughts are extremely fast. Li Xunhuan understood the cause and effect in a blink of an eye and did not say any more. The two sides are in an irreconcilable dispute over the great road. There is only one battle. Ye Feng didn't know that Li Xunhuan was just a casual cultivator. When he noticed that he was distracted for a moment, he immediately controlled his flying knife to attack him. If you lose focus during a battle, you will die, Fellow Daoist Yang. The top-grade magic weapon was worthy of being a top-grade magic weapon. Its speed increased exponentially and it stabbed towards Li Xunhuan's face. Li Xunhuan's mind moved, and five layers of ice shields took shape on the spot, blocking the flying knife and him. The flying knife pierced through the first layer, then the second layer, Although the top-grade magic weapon was powerful, it still bought him a moment of time. He formed a palm with one hand, swung it out and a cloud of mist appeared out of thin air at the spot. Seeing this, Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth. useless. The next second, his eyes widened. What about people? Why can’t his spiritual sense penetrate the clouds and mist! [Level 1, Paiyun Palm] The next second, a figure flew out from the clouds, turned in the air, and kicked over with one foot at lightning speed. Ye Feng wanted to hide, but his intuition told him that he couldn't, so he could only control a top-grade magical shield and stand in front. The next second, a huge force surged along the shield. He was forced to flee, relieved of the force, and then flew to the top of the pavilion. When he turned around and looked at Li Xunhuan, a hint of horror flashed in his eyes. What kind of spell is this? Who is this person from? Why is he so brave? Take advantage of his illness and kill him. Li Xunhuan didn't say anything more and kicked with a slow but fast and sharp method. Ye Feng could only hold on with difficulty. If you watch from a distance, you can see that Li Xunhuan is extremely fast, kicking towards Ye Feng from all directions in the sky, and countless white shadows appear faintly. [Level 1, Wind God Leg] "Daoyou, misunderstanding," Seeing that Li Xunhuan would not let him go, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and took out a talisman from his storage bag.
The next second, a huge golden bell protected him. He is the leader of the Ye family who is hunting down the children of other families in this hunting meeting. Jingzhou had fewer resources and no strong opponents, so he only brought this name-preserving talisman from his family. Intermediate magic talisman, Golden Bell Talisman. Only the combat power of the Foundation Establishment Stage can break the defense. Li Xunhuan also discovered this. "Fellow Daoist, you can't do anything to me, how about you and I stop here?" Ye Feng regained some of his courage, but secretly decided that after returning, he would immediately invite the leader of the Foundation Establishment Clan to come forward and kill Yang Jian. "give up?" Li Xun Huan is not a fool, so he will not agree. "Okay, as long as you take my move." Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party was taking advantage of the situation. Yang Jian waved his arms, and countless water drops rose from the pool. As if obeying a command, they rushed towards him and immediately formed a water ball? In just a flash, the water ball was already in front of him. He subconsciously took a look at the Golden Bell Talisman. It’s broken! What the hell is this? Then, a flash of white light appeared before my eyes. he died. (End of this chapter)