Chapter 2792: Eight Methods of Mad Sword

Hearing the voice of Nangong Ruoshui behind him, Jun Duxing shrugged his shoulders and did not respond.

His eyes were piercing, staring straight at the demon cultivator in front of him, letting the fist shadow break through the sword energy on the way and rush to his position.

Not only did he not dodge or evade, he did not even move to use his power to block the attack.

"Huh? You don't block the attack, do you know it's useless to block it?"

Such a move made the demon cultivator who attacked stunned.

"The same move, it's lucky to succeed once, do you think it will work in front of me for the second time?"

Jun Duxing's voice sounded, his clothes fluttered, but the anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his eyes became calm.

"Oh? What a big tone, I want to see how you can block this move!"

The demon cultivator's thick eyebrows trembled, and his expression was obviously disdainful.

But the light in his eyes turned dark, obviously cautious and thinking.

Jun Duxing held his head high and chest out, and did not respond to the other party again.

In a flick of a finger, two fist shadows rushed in front of him.

But just when the fist shadows were about to hit Jun Duxing, the sword energy in the field shook.

In the shaking, there seemed to be an invisible force interweaving and surrounding.

The two fist shadows suddenly paused, and then they suddenly collapsed less than seven inches in front of Jun Duxing.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

Seeing this scene, Nangong Ruoshui and the demon cultivator in the distance spoke at the same time.

The former was shocked.

He was injured by this fist shadow just now, and even cast a spell to try to block it.

However, he could block the visible fist shadow, but not the invisible fist force, so he made mistakes at every step.

In front of him, Jun Duxing faced two fist shadows at the same time, but he seemed to do nothing, and the fist shadows collapsed in front of him.

In such a situation, how could she not be shocked.

But after a cry of surprise, Nangong Ruoshui quickly calmed down again.

While trying to heal his wounds, he stared at the battle in front of him.

He knew that the two fist shadows could not collapse suddenly, and it was very likely that he did not see the clues.

On the winding mountain road, the demon cultivator at this time could not help but feel a huge shock in his heart.

Having fought with Jun Duxing before, he naturally knew that the opponent in front of him was definitely not weak, but a powerful enemy!

If it were not for his special fist power, he would have taken advantage of his unpreparedness and severely injured the opponent with his special fist power during the last fight.

It would be hard to say who would win or lose last time!

However, at this moment, the fist shadow was broken, but he could not even see the clues, which surprised him and made him even more confused.

His puzzled eyes fell on Jun Duxing, and a loud voice followed.

"How did you do it?"

The words fell.

What answered him was not Jun Duxing's voice, but the whistling sound of the sword cutting through the air.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, it's just breaking my two fist shadows!"

"Wait until I kill you, and there will be plenty of ways to know the desired result!"

With a muffled snort, the demon cultivator looked at the incoming sword energy with disdain on his face.

The demon energy in his body surged, and he was about to continue to attack.

But before the demon magic was performed, eight high sword lights appeared in the sword energy.

Eight sword lights, some horizontal and some vertical, each exuding unparalleled sword intent.

The sword light approached in an instant.

Or sweep, or chop, or flick, or cut, or swipe, or hold, or cut, or thrust!

Eight sword lights, eight different offensives, surrounded the demon cultivator.

With just a glance, the demon cultivator's face changed drastically, and he immediately sensed the amazing power contained in the sword light.

"This is... the long-lost Eight Methods of the Crazy Blade of the Tiangang Sect? You... you actually mastered it?"

The next moment, a cry of surprise came from the demon cultivator, and the voice was as loud as ever.

But the tone of the voice added a bit of panic.

"Eight Methods of the Crazy Blade?"

Not far away, Su Twelve, who had been watching, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes quickly moved away from the battle.

With his eyes, he could see that Jun Duxing just used his hand instead of a knife, which seemed to be an ordinary wave, but in fact, the instant of waving his hand, there were endless changes.

When the knife energy appeared, it evolved into thousands of changes at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

And these changes, like the formation of an array, formed this special knife array at the moment with pure knife energy.

If the formation is formed with knife energy, then if it is formed with sword energy, can it also be formed?

By analogy, if this method can be mastered, a magic weapon can also form an array?

However, whether it is knife energy or sword energy, they are all tangible and intangible things.

The difficulty of forming a formation with this method can be imagined.

Su Shier narrowed his eyes and thought secretly in his heart.

He could see that Jun Duxing's move was good, but he knew very little about the Eight Methods of the Mad Knife.

"The Eight Methods of Mad Sword is a sword magic that has long been lost in the Tiangang Sect. In other words, what the Tiangang Sect has is only a fragment. As a result, for many years, many disciples of the Tiangang Sect have not been able to practice this magic."

"And this move, rather than being a magic, is actually the result of the transformation of magic and the fusion of the art of formation."

"Sweep, chop, flick, cut, plunder, hold, chop, and thrust are the eight essences of swordsmanship. Once this method is performed, it will form a sword formation with these eight essences of swordsmanship."

"The duration of the sword formation depends on the cultivation level of the caster and the trapped person. But the power of the sword formation depends on the caster's attainments in the way of swordsmanship!"

"Being able to practice and perform the Eight Methods of Mad Sword shows that Jun Duxing has amazing potential in the way of swordsmanship! And I'm afraid that no one in the Tiangang Sect knows this, otherwise... he will never be allowed to walk alone outside to explore the ruins of the ancient gods."

While Su Shier was thinking, Ling Changkong's voice sounded in his ears.

On the one hand, he explained the origin of the Eight Methods of Mad Sword to Su Twelve.

On the other hand, he was full of emotion, marveling at Jun Duxing's attainments in swordsmanship.

Combining spells with formations, casting spells becomes a sword formation?

In other words, the Eight Methods of Mad Sword are actually somewhat similar to the method of prohibition.

However, it focuses more on spells and the attainments of the swordsmanship of the spellcaster...

According to Ling Changkong, the Eight Methods of Mad Sword of Tiangang Sect is only a fragment.

In this case, it is very likely that Jun Duxing was able to practice the Eight Methods of Mad Sword because he got inspiration from the prohibitions he encountered on the way after entering the ruins of the ancient gods.

After quickly digesting the information brought by Ling Changkong, Su Twelve's mind moved slightly, and he immediately had a vague guess in his heart.

Although it was just a guess, he knew that this possibility was very high.

His eyes continued to fall on Jun Duxing in front of him, and he unconsciously added a bit of respect in his eyes.

He dared to use the magic he had just achieved in the fight against the enemy.

This not only requires confidence in his own sword skills, but also great courage.

While Su Twelve and his companions were watching.

Eight sword lights intertwined and changed, and fierce attacks, like huge waves in the sea, continued to bombard the demon cultivator.

The latter looked particularly solemn.

The demon energy in his body surged wildly, and he kept punching.

The punch was fierce, and every punch was like a tiger coming out of the mountain.