Chapter 12 Break the Law!

The way of practice, every time you step into a higher level, the Taoism will soar ten times and 100 times, and the means are much more powerful than before.

In terms of mana and true qi alone, Yunang's realm is at least ten times thicker than the realm of imperial qi. In terms of means, it is even more fiercer than the realm of imperial qi.

But this is only under the same conditions. Most of the disciples of the big school rely on their own reliance and extraordinary vision, most of them are better than the scattered cultivation of the same level. A few people can compete with the sideline characters with higher cultivation.

And among the few characters, they can compete with higher-level sideline figures and win.

Su Bai is one of the few, and he is enough to kill the realm of Yunang.

Since stepping into the realm of Yuqi, the people who died in the realm of Yung in Su Bai's hands are no more than their hands. Once is a coincidence, the second time is luck, and he has fought with Yungang's master more than ten times, all of which is his ability.

To be able to have such skills, on the one is that he is amazingly talented, and on the other, he suppresses the realm and pays attention to the foundation.

"Sword up!"

Su Bai shouted.

The black silk mass that had been poured with dirty blood suddenly trembled, and in the hissing sound, it burst out a silver light, and finally strangled all the black silk melted by the soul.

The sword front turned and went straight to Wang Fan. The sword spirit was hidden and untouched, which made Wang Fan cold all over his body.

"phosphorous sand!" Wang Fan shouted and sprinkled a bag of green light spots to meet the fairy sword.

Zizz!!!

The silver fairy sword suddenly faded, and it could be faintly seen that the body of the sword had been corroded into potholes, almost obsolete.

The immortal sword with his life was damaged by this damage. Su Bai's face suddenly turned pale, and a few wisps of blood faintly appeared on the corners of his mouth, and whispered, "Yin phosphorus sand."

phosphorus sand, a dark object, is a hundred times more filth than black dog blood and other things. If black dog blood can damage the spirituality of ordinary flying swords, while phosphorus sand can completely destroy a flying sword that has been kept for decades.

For good, Su Bai's fairy sword was extraordinary, so it was not destroyed on the spot.

If Su Bai is already in the realm of Yungang and the immortal sword is great, he is naturally not afraid of the phosphor sand, but after all, his immortal sword has not been successful, only in the cultivation stage.

At this time, Su Bai already understood that this game was specially set up for him.

The fairy sword fell from the clouds.

The wind roared, bringing countless rotten fine gold iron chips from the fairy sword, flying all over the sky.

It seems that the stars have fallen, and it is more like a brilliant figure disappearing.

"Hahaha." Wang Fan laughed loudly and was extremely happy. He thought from the bottom of his heart, "This man is an outstanding figure of the nine sects of Middle-earth. He is a genius who can fight across the realm, but after all, he still died in my hands. If it weren't for the phosphorus sand, I'm afraid I would really be killed by this man under the sword.

Ling Sheng stood under the peak and was too far away to see clearly. Because the two fought too much, it was difficult to speculge. He only felt that the sky was shining, the sword light was horizontal, and the other party's means repeated. When he saw the flying sword fall, he caught a glimpse of Su Bai at the top of the mountain and seemed to tremble.

Ling Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said to himself, "Su Bai has been tricked?"

"Mixed ancestral spirit, walk with the sword."

Su Bai said in a hoarse voice.

The falling fairy sword suddenly flew up, cutting through the sky, tearing the atmosphere, and piercing through the clouds.

A sharp roar came from the sky, and then Ling Sheng saw a cloud flying towards the distance. After three breaths, it disappeared into the distant sky.

Looking Sheng from afar, it seems that he still sees something falling in the clouds, but it is too far. Although Ling Sheng's eyes are as sharp as eagles, it is difficult to see clearly.

"Su Bai, today's broken arm hatred will definitely be liquidated with you in the future!"

Wang Fan fled in a hurry, leaving only one sentence, and Ling Sheng finally understood what the falling thing was.

Su Bai gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and made a move. The fairy sword turned to the air, pierced a thing that fell in the sky and flew in front of him.

The fairy sword was originally raised by countless natural materials and earth treasures. It is full of spirituality, but it can be stained by filth such as soul silk and black dog blood, and its spirituality is slightly reduced by one or two points. However, the phosphorus sand does not erase spirituality, but also destroys the sword body.

The fairy sword is extremely bleak and spiritual. The sword is in a pothole, incomplete and almost useless.

According to common sense, the sword has fallen to this point and has been destroyed, and the monks who have sex with this sword are bound to die.

But somehow, although Su Bai was damaged, it didn't seem to be a big problem. Although the sword body was full of holes, it could still manipulate flying and kill hundreds of steps in an instant.

One arm is pierced on the sword, blood flowing, and the flesh and blood can be seen at the fracture.

This is Wang Fan's broken arm cut by the fairy sword.

Su Bai came forward to take a drop of blood and wiped it on his forehead, and his eyes were extremely fierce: "Blood cloud tracing method, no matter how you escape to the ends of the earth, you can't escape my life with a sword. After I break through, I will let you and the people behind you die under the fairy sword.

The fairy sword was extremely heavy, but it was also an unprecedented sword robbery. If it can recover from such trauma, the fairy sword will certainly be more extraordinary, driving Su Bai to break through the realm of Yungan, and from then on, he will have a great foundation and show his unrivaled talent.

However, the wound is too heavy, but it may not recover. It is more likely to corrode more seriously, and the remaining spirituality will dissipate, and the fairy sword is like extraordinary iron.

Suddenly, he looked down the mountain with bright eyes.

......

Originally, when he saw the fairy sword fall, Ling Sheng thought that Su Bai had been defeated like this. He was looked around for the escape route, but he did not expect that Su Bai was reincarnated in adversity. Instead, he cut off an arm and let the other party escape in a hurry.

Ling Sheng knows that the figure in the sky must be the generation of Yunang, and Su Bai is still in the realm of imperial spirit.

The gap between heaven and earth is the difference between heaven and earth.

I never thought that Su Bai could win.

You must know that the people of Yunang can fly in the air. As long as they fly a hundred feet high, they will be invincible. After all, ordinary monks can only take a hundred steps with swords, but not everyone is as amazing as Su Bai.

Although Ling Sheng only saw the half of this fight, it was not clear, but it did not prevent him from being shocked.

"When I break through the realm of imperial spirit and come out of the sword, I may not be inferior to Su Bai's fairy sword."

Ling Sheng only felt that the road ahead was bright and his heart was happy.

At this moment, he slowly came in white, and it was Su Bai who went down the mountain.

Although Su Bai's face was a little pale, he still floated out of the dust. Coupled with the previous scene of fighting against Yunang and winning, in Ling Sheng's eyes, he was even more magnificent.

"Come with me."

This is the fourth sentence said by Su Bai and Ling Sheng since the meeting.