Chapter 197: The Battle of Cultivation
The hurricane technique summoned a violent wind that was extremely fierce… The fine snow in the sky was blown back, and even the snow on the ground was blown up into the sky… It seemed to come from all directions, and suddenly it all gathered together and blew recklessly towards the center of the battlefield.
“This is the kind of magic that makes people feel enchanted.” The old master looked at the wind whistling past with snow mixed in, and said this inexplicably.
The wind mixed with snow was like a white wind, and it crashed into the black wind in an instant… The people and horses on both sides, the magic of both sides… it was as if it was destined that the two sides would be pitted against each other in black and white…
The collision made a loud noise… The whistling white wind suddenly blocked the black whirlwind’s progress… And just before that, the black whirlwind almost swallowed the warrior who was charging forward…
The two storms met in the air… and immediately confronted each other… In the center of the collision between the two storms, an amazing “splash” sound was heard… The snow on the ground, along with the grass and soil beneath it, were all sucked into the air… It looked extremely violent.
But if you look closely, you can see that the white wind is slowly moving, and the black storm at the junction is slowly fading and spreading out in all directions!
After all, this hurricane technique contains a hint of the true meaning of wind, and it is no joke to blow everything away… The “everything” here does not refer to “physically existing” objects… Like the true wind storm that the master described to me, it can blow away a person’s soul!
That is the real legendary magic… Master said that if the legendary era really existed, only such ancient powers could do that, right?
But even a hint of the true meaning of the wind is already very powerful… The existence that can blow away even the soul, an intangible substance, let alone make people feel the more intuitive aura?
“The Li family’s martial arts are truly unparalleled.” The old master praised, lightly shaking off the snow from his body at this time, and then said, “Unfortunately, the Li family’s disciples are strict… even if the martial arts are made public, not many people can learn them. It takes talent.”
I was silent. I was also very familiar with the magic of the Chen family because of my memories… It was indeed unparalleled in this world… Even in the world I was in, the magic of the Old Li family could be called exquisite.
Only those various secret arts can be called secret arts in my world, and they are top-notch secret arts!
But in Chen Chengyi’s memory, Lao Li seemed to be able to casually pull out a secret technique… and as far as I know, not even one sect has that many secret techniques, and it is not uncommon for a cultivator to have one secret technique to rely on for the rest of his life.
Not only Old Li, but also Wu Tian, the one who just performed the spell, was the same… How could a normal spell form such a momentum with just a few hundred horses and such battlefield evil spirits? There must be some unique secret arts, and it seems that he also has a lot of secret arts.
Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but glance at the altar covered in black cloth… I don’t know what these people are doing.
Recalling my thoughts, I only know one thing clearly, that is, both Lao Li and Wu Tian are from Kunlun… and what kind of place is Kunlun? Is it the ultimate realm of cultivators? Then… the mysterious Master in my eyes, has he ever been to Kunlun?
My thoughts were a million miles away… and at this time, the battlefield had completely boiled over… The support from the rear gave these warriors a powerful confidence once again, and they once again plunged into the fray!
Of course, the black whirlwind had not completely dissipated… it was only gradually pushed back by the white wind and then gradually dissipated… but those crazy death warriors were just as difficult to deal with.
The power of the sad and lonely Vajra could not hold out either… It could theoretically borrow infinite power, but in the limited conditions of the battlefield… it was impossible to do so, because infinite borrowing of power required a huge Vajra Dharma image that had been nourished, plus an exceptionally powerful abbot’s borrowing of power formation.
It is already the greatest force that can be mobilized… I am calculating in my heart that the younger generation is the inheritance, and even if they grow up, those forces will not be willing to ‘waste’ them on the battlefield… not to mention that the older generation is not as good as the younger generation. If they sacrifice, it is tantamount to destroying the foundation of the righteous forces.
And the older generation can’t come out in full force, so how can the sect’s power be supported?
Therefore, under such circumstances… those martial monks and body cultivators have begun to mobilize their own protective and leveraging powers!
For example, Master Hui… that familiar angry-looking Vajra appeared again behind his figure… but compared to the angry-looking Vajra before, this angry-looking Vajra was obviously much more solid… I think this has something to do with the changes in his tattoos!
The warriors who supported their own strength were obviously fighting even more fiercely… Just like Yang Sheng had revealed his trump card, the warriors had also revealed their last trump card.
The blood is still flowing… and every step of the difficult battle continues…
But at this time, the Fa Xiu finally came into play… The master had retreated to the rear, swallowed the pills given by the medical pulse… and closed his eyes to rest… But it seems that the Fa Xiu who borrowed the power of the elders before are still in good condition… The Fa Xiu on Yang Sheng’s side took the lead… and could feel the various powers of the world gathering rapidly…
But what kind of existence is the Grand Elder of the Snow Mountain Sect? For example, when I first met Jenny, she shocked me by flying behind me to a mysterious place and meeting a mysterious cultivator.
Although after that, Jenny never showed this again… but how could I forget the shock that went straight to my heart? These elders are not as good as Jenny… but they are almost as good, right?
It turns out that I was right… just now, I lent a little of my power to Master, and now that the elders are casting spells… in an instant, I felt the convergence of heaven and earth’s energy…
This is just a little bit away from being a spell!
The battle was temporarily turned back by one of Master’s spells… At this time… the first lightning split the gray sky… and the real battle finally began!
The thunder method, which has almost no weaknesses, naturally became the first opening method…
“Boom,” a golden lightning bolt came… and in the face of thunder magic, there is basically only one way, to use thunder against thunder… So, before the lightning bolt had completely fallen, another golden lightning bolt rushed up…
The two collided, making a deafening sound… The violent energy collided… and then landed on the nearby hillside, blasting away the gravel!
Finally, the battle began… The gray sky could not hide the splendor of the spells as they flew back and forth…
On the other side, a fire spread out… but it was met with a downpour of rain from the sky…
On this side, rain mixed with snowflakes washed over… a gust of wind made the water flow backwards…
The most common thing is all kinds of lightning… crisscrossing in the sky… Compared to the softness of fireworks… there is an indescribable kind of grandeur… collision, tremor, explosion…
At this time, no one “cherishes” their own spiritual power… Various spells come one after another… These weaker methods of cultivation than physical cultivation have created even more shocking movements…
The wind howled as a summoned ghost king appeared. On the other side, a sword condensed with spiritual power descended from the sky.
On the other side, a heavenly general appeared. On this side, numerous ghost heads suddenly rose into the sky.
I stood in the middle of the battlefield, my body swaying slightly… The earth shook as various spells collided… But what was that compared to the shock in my heart?
Is this what a true cultivator’s battle is like? Exactly!
If it was the legendary ancient times… the time recorded in mythology, what would a scene of such a battle be like?
My heart feels like it’s about to boil over… I even want to clench my fists and really participate… The atmosphere is surging, clouds are billowing, and rain is boiling in different places…
Fire, thunder, the earth trembles gently… gods and ghosts intermingle, and spiritual power collides endlessly… I feel that if a cultivator can survive this battle, he can say that he has no regrets in this life!