Chapter 673 Taiyin Sword Has Become so Weak

After practicing for several months,

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, put away the Taiqing Flying Sword that had shrunk from a three thousand meter giant tree to about a foot long, and stuffed it into the electromagnetic pattern between his eyebrows.

After Taiqing Feijian was promoted to Yingbao, more unknown energy was absorbed from the space between his eyebrows, and he could vaguely feel something growing.

But looking at it specifically,

I found out that it was an illusion and there was nothing.

"This thing is important...but I don't know why it is important."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

In my heart, I am more eager for the inheritance that the Great Sun Sword Sect may have.

He flew up into the sky and took a look at the riddled Silver Sky Island to make sure it was still usable. After thinking about it for a while, he was too lazy to repair it and got up and flew to the air and sky combat class of Lord Killer Soul.

"Hi!"

"I haven't seen you in three years."

In the distance, An Siyan greeted Jin Lingfeng.

After Jindan, they also moved into the dormitory of Jindan monks at Qingfeng University. It was not far from Yinkong Island geographically, but it was separated by the space formation, but the actual distance was unknown.

Anyway, when you walk out of the dormitory door, the closest one is Jiang Ding's dormitory door.

Jiang Ding also visited their dormitory.

Jin Lingfeng's dormitory is a large artificial satellite that can directly receive starlight, which is very beneficial for practicing the "Beidou Sutra".

An Siyan's dormitory is a large cloud in the sky. It is at the intersection of cold air and hot air, which is very helpful for comprehending the "Taiyin Sun Sutra".

Basically, the dormitories of Xianmen's top universities are in a similar situation. They are distributed throughout Xianmen and connected through teleportation arrays. They are not limited to Qingfeng University's floating island. This can only be regarded as a teleportation summary node.

"Recently in retreat..."

Jiang Ding responded with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng were suddenly startled. Their souls stiffened, their magic power solidified, and their bodies staggered, looking as if they were about to fall.

"What happen to you guys?"

Jiang Ding's complexion changed slightly, and his consciousness and sword intention spread out, covering a radius of 70 kilometers, scanning everything in detail.

Nothing was found.

"...no...don't know..."

Jin Lingfeng gritted his teeth and said angrily: "But, I feel that it is coming from you, the cold, the evil spirit, the forbidden method... Have you broken through the middle stage of the Golden Core?"

She was stunned.

Previously, he was very confident that he would break through in one step first.

"But this shouldn't be the case in the middle stage of Golden Core..."

An Siyan said doubtfully.

"I know, wait a minute."

Jiang Ding seemed to understand something. He closed his eyes and carefully restrained the aura of Taiqing Feijian between his brows.

After a while,

Opening it again, the faint cold feeling around his body disappeared.

The two of them returned to normal.

"what happened?"

An Siyan's eyes widened: "Why can our strength be greatly affected by the escaping aura of the Great Sun Sword? If this is the case, how did our ancestors win the war back then?"

Jin Lingfeng was equally horrified.

"I don't know, maybe the Xianmen's legion is also very strong, far beyond the individual."

Jiang Ding replied and explained: "The Taiqing Feijian has broken through. The baby of the Nascent Soul level. I can't control her aura for a while. It may take several years to return to its original state."

"Infant Flying Sword..."

The two women were in a trance, and their minds went blank for a moment.

According to the common sense of cultivating immortals, it is impossible for Jindan monks to control babies.

Not enough mana and consciousness.

The same is true even if your own natal magic weapon is promoted to an infant treasure. You can only rely on the infant treasure to absorb the spiritual energy of the world and attack on its own. The golden elixir monk can only set a target and cannot affect anything.

Threads of sword energy wrapped around the two women, passing through the space, following the crooked space lines, and after a few breaths, they arrived at the air and sky system class of the Soul-Slaying Lord.

Jiang Ding looked around, but there was no one around.

Vaguely, he saw a huge muzzle looming, and the Soul-Slaying Lord didn't know where he ran.

Yu Qianzi is also there. As a monk of the Immortal Sect, she has always retained a high degree of respect for the higher-level monks. She always comes long in advance, even earlier than the teacher.

The moment Jiang Ding appeared, the inky black hair on her head exploded visibly to the naked eye, and she escaped with a sword in the distance with a hiss.

More than ten kilometers away, Yu Qianzi's big eyes stared at the young man in green in the distance with an expression of disbelief.

When I see the other person’s eyes,

She fled several kilometers further, and there was a tendency to flee even further.

"Hello, Teacher Yuchi."

Jiang Ding ignored her and searched carefully for a moment before he saw a vague figure in a space mezzanine.

"Big Sun Sword..."

Lord Killer Soul walked out of the well-hidden space mezzanine, put away the main gun of the space carrier, and said faintly: "What changes have happened to you? I just suddenly had a strong urge to beat you." The urge to die was so unstoppable that I almost fired."

Meeting a sword cultivator,

This was the first reaction of the immortal monks.

Run away immediately, then use cannons to bombard them, and then call in the cannonballs from your comrades to tear the space in this area apart and clean it all to ensure that all concealment spells are useless and exposed.

"Teacher Yuchi, Feijian has made a small breakthrough."

Jiang Ding said modestly.

"A small breakthrough?"

The Soul-Slaying Lord was stunned for a moment, and then took a breath of cold air: "The Great Sun Sword in the hand of Yingbao Flying Sword?"

"Grass!"

"Now you can participate in the Nascent Soul Battlefield. You can kill the Nascent Soul Lord if you are not careful. How old are you?"

"In the blink of an eye!"

"It feels like you entered Qingfeng University not long ago when you were sixteen, and you are still young. Why is it like this?"

The Soul-Slaying Lord fell into a trance.

It really took a while.

It had only been a short time, less than the life stage of a foundation-building monk, and earth-shaking changes had occurred.

"Haha, the teacher taught me well."

Jiang Ding smiled.

I chatted with the Soul-Slaying Lord for a while, mainly about the combat experience of the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, and discussions on how to guide the Sky Mother's cannon group to attack after the Immortal Sect has its own Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators.

Their eyes were bright, and they both thought of some beautiful picture.

At the beginning of class, An Siyan and the others began to practice military formations.

Jiang Dingze flew straight to the edge of the classroom dozens of kilometers away, and came to Yu Qianzi who was trying to hide himself in a cloud.

"Are you going to surrender?"

Jiang Ding asked.

This guy ran away as soon as he saw him, his spirit was frighteningly sharp.

If this was not a classroom, Yu Qianzi must have started his escape from Guanghan Palace, and it would be impossible for him to meet and stay.

"Baby..."

"Oh my god, it's really a baby..."

Yu Qianzi had to walk out of the clouds. She had a beautiful little face, her moon-white fairy skirt was fluttering in the wind, like a fairy from the Moon Palace, her breath was vague and uncertain. At this time, she said angrily: "How can you, a person who is not sincere with the sword?" To be able to possess an infant-level natal flying sword!”

"She should be a better match for me!"

"Taiqing, can you go back with me..."

Buzz!

The Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated, and the blue-gold sword body slowly emerged from the center of the eyebrows. A tsunami-like sword intent of destruction swept across all directions, dominating the life and death of all things within a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers, and dominating the life and death of all souls.

"do not be angry!"

"I'm just kidding,"

Yu Qianzi's body froze, and he was crushed by the magic weapon. He did not dare to continue talking, and whispered: "Don't be angry."

"Taiyin, you have become so weak..."

Jiang Ding held the hilt of the sword in his hand and was about to cut it off when a deep disappointment arose in his heart and he couldn't help but sigh.

In his eyes now,

The woman in front of her was like a candle in the wind, a cook's ox. She could be extinguished with a single sword. She didn't need the help of a scabbard. She could not get such an honor again.