I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

Before ancient times, the sword was just a killing weapon, but because of its elegance and freedom, it endowed it with more meanings, and after that, various kendos were derived, which became more and more complicated.

Jiang Yeming's second move threw away all the derived kendo, eliminated all the so-called spirit of the sword, and returned it to the true self of the sword.

That is, the sword is the weapon of killing, so there is only the way of killing and the skill of killing.

The two chakra flying swords were raised left and right, like two wings spread out, the momentum was brewing, and the original way of killing in Jiang Yeming's body was awakening.

At the moment when the original way of killing awakened and tried to control Jiang Yeming's body, he swung his sword out and integrated the original way of killing into his sword moves. The most basic skills in the original swordsmanship: stabbing, chopping, hanging, pointing, collapsing, clouding, wiping, piercing, and pressing, instantly sublimated after being integrated into the original way of killing.

Every movement carries the majesty of the heavens and the earth, and the killing is boundless.

With a single thrust, the seemingly light blow, with the power of momentum, carried boundless power, piercing through countless vampire rakshasa in an instant,
Turning around and chopping, it seemed that a piece of the blood prison world of Huangquan almost had a crack, and pieces of vampire rakshasa split in half and fell down.

With a swipe of the head, two chakra flying swords swung out, harvesting the vampire Raksha's head continuously, and then automatically returned to Jiang Yeming's hands.

Each of these basic sword fighting skills has boundless power, and the effect is astonishing.

Jiang Yeming was also very satisfied. After creating the second move of the new Dugu Nine Swords, he also found a way to vent the original way of killing in his body. It really kills two birds with one stone.

Take this opportunity to consume the original way of killing in the body first, lest this thing come out to make trouble at a critical time.

He was so excited, he let out a long roar, and with two swords in his hand, he dashed into the enemy's formation gracefully, and every time he passed, a lot of vampire rakshas fell down.

Gradually, even the endless number of vampire Rakshasa in the legend could not resist this kind of killing method like cutting wheat, no, it was much simpler than cutting wheat.

These vampire Rakshasa, who had no ability to resist, were shocked, stunned, and angry.

Surprisingly, the opponent is too strong!

What's frustrating is that they don't even have the ability to resist, they can only hope that their opponents will stop on their own initiative!
The anger is that all of this was brought by the direct disciple. They had only one mutual cooperation agreement with the direct disciple before, but because of this, the tribe faced the disaster of genocide.

No, if they continue to be killed like this, the dignified vampire Raksha clan will disappear from this world. The patriarch finally made a difficult decision and abandoned their noble honor.

Plop, plop, plop. The continuous kneeling sound appeared, gradually forming a wave of sound.

Jiang Yeming stopped, staring in astonishment at the vampire rakshas one after another, which were half as short as dominoes.

All kneeling, what does this mean?
When Jiang Yeming didn't know why, several strong vampire Raksha came over with his disciples who were trapped into rice dumplings. The leader, Pu Tong, fell to his knees and begged: "Please forgive us. In exchange for survival, we are willing to serve you with allegiance."

A burst of killing in exchange for the sincere submission of a small world is a small gain, at least the outer orbital circle of the space city has an extra layer of guardians.

He put away his two swords and walked towards his personal disciple.

More and more spectators outside the arena gathered in the T-shaped arena. Everyone came to see the disciples passed on by the Yingui clan. Almost no one believed that Jiang Yeming could come out of the blood prison of the underworld alive.

The scarlet blood in the arena gradually dissipated, and the audience whispered eagerly:

"It's coming out."

"The Yin Guizong is indeed a great sect, a direct disciple can be so strong!"

"We have to pay close attention to it, and we can tell our children about it when we go back, as an example."

These people licked their faces and flattered them without feeling shy at all, and attracted more viewers to join in.

Just as the wave of sound was amplified, the blood stain finally receded, and everyone looked at it intently.

"No way!" The one who flattered the loudest before covered his mouth and exclaimed, his expression was as uncomfortable as if he had taken some extreme yang elixir.

Not only him, but many others behaved in the same way. The scene in front of them was beyond their expectations.

The direct disciple who was bound into rice dumplings with blood-colored silk knelt on the ground, with more than a dozen pairs of arms stretched out from the blood stains behind his back, holding him firmly.

The direct disciple who found himself appearing on the arena shouted in surprise to the outside of the arena: "Master, save me quickly, he plotted against me."

Jiang Yeming looked outside the field and waited, but no one appeared, and suddenly realized: "Even if you say plotting is useless, the rules of the game say that any means can be used."

"You" the direct disciple was speechless, but he refused to admit defeat, and argued, "You're a fool, I don't accept it, if you have the ability to return my magic weapon, the flying sword, we will fight again."

Can you still be so rascal?Jiang Yeming signaled, the blood stain receded, his arm disappeared, and at the same time he threw out the two chakra flying swords.

"Everything is here, if you can take it away, I won't stop it."

Struggling to get up, the personal disciple recited the sword formula silently for a while, but he could no longer control the chakra flying sword. Even when he reached out to grab it, the flying sword dodged it.

What's more terrible is that the blood prison of Huangquan, which has been sacrificed since childhood, has also lost contact, and no matter how many spells are cast, it can't be summoned again.

This clown-like attitude finally made the upper echelons of the Yin Guizong unable to stand it anymore.

Two humanoid Yin Gui sect elders came from the sky. The black-robed elder with his left hand waved his arms and retreated from the arena. He carried his disciple and snorted coldly, "He surrendered. Jiang Yeming won this match."

Another old man with long hair and long beard said: "The suzerain has ordered you to break into the finals. If you can get No.1, the suzerain can meet you and agree to one of your requests."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked. He was a half-step transcendent super strong man, one of the pillars of the Cultivation Alliance, and he would favor this mysterious ghost.

Jiang Yeming was also taken aback. Could it be that his true strength was discovered?No, now that I am only a soul body, I should not be able to see it even if I am half-step away. It seems that the talent I have shown has attracted attention, so I have to show it well.

Therefore, he clasped his fists in return, without the wanton indulgence he had before.

The long-haired and long-bearded old man smiled and nodded: "You are not arrogant in victory, you are crazy in wartime, and you are usually quiet, but you are a talented person. I hope you will get a good ranking in the finals. At that time, I am willing to accept you as a closed disciple."

Jiang Yeming thanked him with cupped fists indifferently, but he didn't give any reply. He came to learn the soul method this time, so he naturally chose the best master. Since he knew that the master of the Yin Gui sect was a super strong man with half-step transcendence, why didn't he go to him.

Jiang Yeming still had a small thought in his mind, that is, he had been at a loss for finding his own way, and maybe he could use this opportunity to ask the lord of the Yin Gui sect for advice.