Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 629: Three rounds of Xuan Gong, Yang Jian passes on the sword
32. In the sky, clouds and smoke are like the sea.

The two figures shuttled back and forth in the sea of ​​clouds, like two streams of light, constantly making violent collision sounds, and the generated air waves were like mountains and tsunamis, creating vacuum zones in the surrounding sea of ​​clouds.

The heroic figure in silver armor and black robes with a fluttering cape clearly occupies a great advantage, with domineering presence and gleaming eyes.

The sharp sword light roared in accompanied by the sound of the dragon, carrying a power that was like the creation of the world. It was continuous, like a huge wave, like rolling thunder.

But his opponents are also tough.

Li Dao Majestic and fierce.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

The two of them kept fighting, and the sound of gold and iron was like a bell, stirring up the sky, vibrating the eardrums, and causing hot sparks.

Li Daoxuan retreated step by step and was at an absolute disadvantage, but his eyes were particularly excited and full of energy.

Because he has persisted to No. 30 with six swords, and can occasionally counterattack!
Compared with three days ago when he had not practiced the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques, he had made much progress.

If someone familiar was around at this moment, they would definitely find that Li Daoxuan seemed to have undergone some amazing changes.

The aura on his body already has a hint of Erlang Shen's demeanor, and his deep black eyes are like a vast nebula, which can bring an invisible sense of oppression to people.

In addition, the biggest change is that Li Daoxuan has grown a little taller.

He became more handsome, upright, heroic, and powerful, as if every inch of his muscles contained terrifying power.

If you take off his green clothes, you will find that his muscles and bones are like steel poured into iron, and his muscles are like fish scales, smooth and beautiful, as if they were made by knives and axes.

Even the most outstanding sculptor in the world would never be able to carve such a perfect body.

Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills - The third turn!

With the help of those three drops of great witch essence blood, Li Daoxuan has cultivated this unparalleled miraculous skill to the third level of transformation, and his physical power is many times stronger than before.

Even facing the Erlang Shen Yang Jian, he was able to barely support himself instead of being defeated quickly.

What surprised Li Daoxuan even more was that Erlang Shen was definitely a rare opponent. Not only was he physically powerful, but his martial arts skills were also extraordinary and holy.

Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong and Xue Rengui in the human world are already considered masters with outstanding martial arts skills, but compared with Yang Jian, they are still inferior.

Come to think of it, after all, Yang Jian has lived for thousands of years. During the Battle of the Gods, he was the general of King Wu who defeated Zhou. He charged into the battle and killed countless enemy generals with a three-pointed two-edged sword. He was killed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. The strong one.

After thousands of years of training and polishing, his martial arts are so high that it is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

No.40 two knives!

The three-pointed two-edged sword that dominated the world suddenly changed. It was as silver as water, as light as wind, from the most rigid to the most soft, completely natural, moistening things silently.

The fierce three-headed dragon was subdued by him and turned into an all-pervasive green snake. It got into the flaw in Li Daoxuan's defense and pierced his right shoulder.

Blood flowed out, and Li Daoxuan put away his weapon, knowing that he was defeated.

Yang Jian put away the knife and shook it gently. The blood stains on the knife disappeared and became clear and bright again, like cold light on snow.

Li Daoxuan looked at his right shoulder. There was a scar there, but it was not deep. It only penetrated three inches into the flesh and was stuck in the bone.

Is Yang Jian's knife not sharp enough?

No, it's that Li Daoxuan's physical body has become stronger. Not only his strength, but also his physical defense has improved by leaps and bounds, and his flesh and blood have taken on a faint golden luster.

It's a pity that he has not yet reached the sixth level of Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills and reached the state of indestructible physical body, which is the level of Brother Monkey in "Journey to the West".

Even the guillotine of the Demon Slaying Platform could not cut him, and he was unscathed by the punishments of wind, thunder, water and fire.

Even Tathagata Buddha had to feed him 500-year-old copper juice and iron pills to stabilize his immortal golden body, which shows the power of this realm.

At that time, Brother Monkey ate flat peaches, drank royal wine, swallowed countless golden elixirs, and then calcined in the Bagua furnace to cultivate his physical body to this state. Such an opportunity is almost difficult to replicate.

Li Dao

After resting for a while, the wound on his right shoulder had healed automatically. Although it was not as fast as the blood rebirth, it was still amazing.

"Zhenjun Erlang, let's fight again!"

Li Dao

This time, he did not use his weapon, but transformed into a white tiger with wings, harnessed the golden evil spirit of Zhou Tian, ​​and rushed towards Erlang God.

In an instant, the roar of tigers shook the sky.

After completing the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques, Li Daoxuan discovered that in order for the magical power of 72 Transformations to exert its true power, it must be supported by the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Techniques.

72 Transformation and Law, Heaven and Earth, these two magical powers seem to make a living for the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques, and only practitioners of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques can exert their true power.

For example, the white tiger that Li Daoxuan transformed into is no longer superficial, but like a real holy beast, stepping on the strong wind, able to control the golden evil spirit of the West, and possessing magical powers.

Therefore, the eighty-nine mysterious skills plus 72 transformations are actually a very heaven-defying combination. Transforming into a unicorn can bring you luck, transforming into a Kunpeng can have the world's fastest speed, transforming into a true dragon can call the wind and rain...

It seems to be a magical power, but in fact it is all-encompassing and profound.

It's just that Li Daoxuan's previous changes were always superficial and lacked the core inheritance, so he was slowly abandoned.

Roar!
The white tiger attacked, but Yang Jian remained calm. He also used the eighty-nine mysterious skills and the 72 transformations, and turned into a magical bird covered in fire.The sacred beast Suzaku!

As the Nanming Li Fire spewed out, the white tiger transformed by Li Daoxuan was gradually unable to withstand it, and the surrounding golden evil spirit was melted by the flames.

Fire overcomes metal, and the white tiger, which represents the element of metal, is destined to be conquered by the red bird, which represents the element of fire.

Li Dao

The water-promoting ape Wu Zhi Qi!
The Wuzhiqi he has become now, I am afraid that even if the Wuzhiqi who made trouble in Chang'an comes, he will only regard him as his twin brother and cannot tell the truth from the false.

Water defeated fire, and Suzaku was gradually at a disadvantage, but Yang Jian did not panic at all, and the mysterious power was turned into a five-clawed golden dragon, setting off huge waves.

To use water to suppress water is to compete with Li Daoxuan for mana.

Li Daoxuan was self-aware and would not fight head-on. He continued to change and became a golden-winged roc. The wings seemed to be made of gold, flowing with bright brilliance.

It is said in the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma that Garuda in the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons eclipses five hundred heavenly dragons.

Translated from Garuda, it means the golden-winged roc.

Yang Jian changed again and turned into the Kunpeng of the North Ming Dynasty. He was so powerful that he could bear the blue sky. His wings were spread thousands of miles away. The golden-winged roc looked so small in front of it.

Li Daoxuan was almost swallowed in one bite...

The two competed with their magical powers in the sky, and in the end Yang Jian had the better move. Li Daoxuan had to restore his true body, use the magic of heaven and earth to turn into a giant, holding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, and continue fighting with him.

Yang Jian also used the magic of heaven and earth. With the support of the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques, this magical power would no longer slow down while increasing its power, making up for its biggest flaw.

The two giants were fighting in the sea of ​​clouds. The sound of their breathing was like thunder, and their vitality and blood were like two great suns, slowly rising into the sky from the east and west.

This time they fought for 72 rounds before Li Daoxuan was defeated due to lack of strength.

"Haha happy!"

He just felt hearty and happy. What was even more exciting was that through the previous fight, he had memorized all the formulas of the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques.

One to nine turns, thoroughly familiar to the heart.

A smile flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

"Thank you, True Lord, for teaching me the Dharma. I am grateful to you!"

Li Daoxuan bowed and saluted with a firm voice.

"If the True Lord has an order, I will definitely do it through fire and water, no matter what!"

He had vaguely noticed that the Erlang Zhenjun in front of him had his own will, but he was in a very special state and could not communicate freely.

Otherwise, how could he have fought with him for so long with only his third-turn physical body?

Yang Jian's voice did not sound.

When Li Daoxuan looked up, he was suddenly startled.

Because Erlang Shen's flesh and blood began to slowly dissipate from bottom to top, like sand and dust blown by the wind.

Yang Jian looked at Li Daoxuan from a distance, and for the first time his indifferent eyes showed obvious emotional fluctuations. He nodded slightly, and his eyes showed a trace of expectation.

"Treat it well."

Yang Jian's voice sounded, no longer the cold and numb sentence of death for those who trespass into heaven, but a hint of relief and freedom.

As his physical body completely dissipated, something remained, standing between heaven and earth, emitting the sound of a dragon, like a mournful cry.

Three-pointed, two-edged sword!

For some reason, looking at Yang Jian who disappeared like gravel, Li Daoxuan felt a trace of sadness in his heart, and at the same time he felt a heavy feeling of being entrusted.

Yang Jian's life, although brilliant and brilliant, was also cold and lonely.

He is extremely talented and has mastered magical martial arts at the age of 17. He is the No. 1 disciple of the third generation of Yuxu Palace. He became famous in one battle when King Wu conquered Zhou. After becoming a god, he gradually became a figure like the God of War in heaven.

But when he went through countless tests and split the peach mountain, he found that his mother had died long ago.

For this reason, he has always resented his uncle, the Jade Emperor, who buried his mother under the Peach Mountain. Even though he was named the Erlang Xiansheng True Monarch, he did not live in heaven, but at the mouth of the Guanjiang River in the human world.

Listen to the tune but not the announcement!
There is no other god who is as clear-eyed about love and hate as he is, and hates evil as much as he hates evil. In him, he not only has a compassionate divinity, but also a vivid humanity.

But maybe because of this, he is also lonely. Looking around for thousands of years, except for the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, he seems to have no one friend who is always by his side.

And now, he gave away the three-pointed, two-edged sword that had been with him for thousands of years.

Li Daoxuan walked over and slowly held the dark, cold, and domineering three-pointed two-edged sword. Accompanied by the sound of the dragon, a silent feeling emerged in his heart.

Can't tell, don't know.

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(End of this chapter)