Volume 1: Red Dust Sword Sect Chapter 42: Sword Piercing Technique

  Gazing at a stone cave beside a moss-covered bluestone, he smiled faintly and said, "This little thing left from this hole, not easy!"

  Zhang Hao was also slightly surprised, the Heavenly Sword Peak and the Nameless Mountain Peak were separated by a distance of several miles, and the canyon in between Zhang Hao explored with his divine sense for a while, it was about 200-300 meters deep. The last time he saw this Swallowing Spirit Beast was outside the mountain valley, could it be that this little thing dug a tunnel through the entire Red Dust Sword Sect from underground?

  Xiao seemed to have seen through Zhang Hao's thoughts and nodded: "It's not impossible, the Ling Beast is best at devouring spirit stones, let's search for a spiritual vein underground!"

  Two people were pondering, only to see the grand hall inside the attic, where a vast sword intent burst out from inside the house, and the sword's edge swirled out of the grand hall like swimming fish.

  The entire attic was shrouded in sword aura.

  Hao Ran Sword, Zhang Hao's mind moved slightly, and he felt a seven-foot-long sword flying over from the attic.

  "Top-grade artifact, has the potential to upgrade to an ultimate artifact, what a great sword!" Xiang gazed at the Hao Ran Sword flying out of the pavilion, sincerely admiring it.

  Zhang Hao's body flashed, and he stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword. His four fingers tightly gripped the hilt, and his thumb lightly tapped it, sending a chill up his arm.

  "Ten Thousand Year Ice Frost Iron Thread!" Xiang raised his head and looked at the black gold thread that remained on the hilt of the Hao Ran sword, his expression somewhat strange.

  Zhang Hao grasped the Haoran sword, and with a surge of spiritual energy, a mighty sword intent shot up into the sky, piercing through the clouds and fog that had gathered in the air, revealing a clear blue sky with white clouds.

  "What's wrong?" Zhang Hao asked hastily, seeing Zhen's strange expression.

  He carefully measured the body of the Hao Ran sword, which was seven feet three inches long, with a silver-white body all over, and there were many small talismans on the sword. At the front end, about three inches from the blade, one could vaguely see an engraving of a shadowy ice dragon.

  "This sword has some connection with the Ice Dragon in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Years, I wonder if it's a blessing or a disaster!"

  "Then let's change the name of this sword! Otherwise, I won't feel comfortable using it!"

  "Bingpiao Liulong... Liulong, not bad! From now on, this sword will be called Liulong Sword." Zhang Hao had just finished speaking when he faintly heard a clear and melodious dragon's hum. The hazy shadow of Liulong appeared at the three-inch mark on the sword blade, and the fine sword sparks floated out from Liulong's mouth.

  This sword has already possessed a certain spirituality, if you can infuse it with a suitable sword spirit, this sword can be upgraded to an ultimate artifact, and later promotion to a Taoist artifact is also possible.

  Zhang Hao was satisfied with the Dragon Sword, and he began to wield it casually. Suddenly, Zhang Hao saw that the dragon was about to move and hastily said: "Now your realm is low and you can't bring out the full power of the Dragon Sword, but since you have this sword, you should learn some temporary flying skills. Your current realm is still a bit low, but time is pressing and there's no other way. Now start practicing the sword stabbing technique and flying escape technique that I taught you last time!

  You practice flying first! Zong Wang said with a solemn expression, staring at Lian Long Jian.

  Zhang Hao nodded in agreement after hearing Xiang's words, and since he had obtained these two cultivation methods, he had always wanted to cultivate them. However, Xiang did not allow it, so he could only give up. Now that Xiang allowed him to cultivate, he was overjoyed.

  Flight Technique

  Lead the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, drive the changes of the five elements, make the body shape like lightning, fire, and flint, fleeting and flying away in the blue sky.

  Zhang Hao knew that this flying escape technique was only a temporary evasive maneuver to avoid powerful attacks, but it was better than nothing. His own realm was too low, and his spiritual power couldn't sustain long-term flight, but short-term escapes should still be no problem, as the intensity of his meridians was several times that of others, and the capacity of his body to hold spiritual energy was also several times that of others.

  The referee blows the whistle, and with a loud "Hajime!", the match begins.

  Linglong emitted a clear and low hum, suspended in front of him, with fine sword edges surrounding the sword body, constantly moving back and forth, looking extraordinary.

  Zhang Hao lifted his Taoist robe and leaped onto the Lóng Huǒ Sword.

  Linglong slightly sank, Zhang Hao hurriedly changed the law decision on his hand, and the surrounding heavenly spirit energy was drawn over. A driving force was transmitted from the sword tail.

  The sword tip slightly protruded, and the dragon immediately flew into the air and escaped. When it flew into the air, it only felt a strong attractive force transmitted from the earth.

  This attractive force caused Zhang Hao's spiritual power to stagnate, and he fell from the sky with his sword, making a dull sound.

  Clap hands and laugh with joy.

  He glared at Xiang fiercely, and Zhang Hao started trying again. Time after time, he fell, and even Zhang Hao's strong physique couldn't withstand it. His entire skeletal system felt aching and numb.

  It lasted for about three days in a row.

  Zhang Hao finally found some tricks, and after reconnecting the spiritual energy, the flying sword would no longer shoot out suddenly, leaving his feet empty. Occasionally, he could also control the swift flight of the dragon for a short distance before landing slowly, but the speed was exceptionally slow.

  Zhang Hao was like a toddler learning to walk, patiently practicing again and again, falling down time and time again, but each time using the breathing method to charge into the sky.

  It's been seven days in a row, practicing the flying escape technique, from initial interest and freshness to ultimate boredom, persistence, and endurance.

  Another day passed, and Zhang Hao was finally able to ride the swift Lóng into the sky, landing elegantly. With a pleased smile, he rode the dragon around the pavilion in a circle, floating gently onto the rooftop, where he clapped his hands in satisfaction. Turning back to look at Shang with a triumphant grin, he asked: "How's that? Old man. Cool?"

  "What's the key to flight, you ponder and ponder, your flying speed... Ah!" Xiang let out a long sigh, his nose twitched a few times as he sniffed the faint wine aroma coming from the Cold Pool, then closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

  "As swift as lightning, five elements changing." Zhang Hao pondered for a moment with an innocent look, rubbing his head, and then started practicing again.

  Until the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted, Zhang Hao descended to the ground with his sword and entered the main hall to meditate and cultivate the Starlight Refining Qi Technique. When his spiritual energy recovered, he began practicing again.

  Dry and dull practice is trying endlessly.

  Time and time again, he sweated through his clothes, his energy exhausted, but Zhang Hao became even more obsessed, the dissatisfaction of defeat driving him into a frenzy of practice.

  He muttered to himself as he practiced, "I'll just pretend I'm practicing my skill proficiency, I don't believe in this nonsense, I won't learn this flying skill!"

  The Bagua mirror in the Tianfeng Cave Mansion was opened again at some point, and it turned out that eavesdropping could also become a habit, only to be given a euphemistic name by Murong Xue - supervision.

  Looking at the top of Tiān Jiàn Peak, a figure as swift as lightning, turning left and right, sweating like rain, seemingly a human-shaped machine in a frenzy of practice - Zhang Hao.

  Something deep within Murong Xue's heart quietly melted away, and she herself didn't even realize that every time she finished practicing, she would secretly gaze at Zhang Hao in the Bagua mirror, just like little Xi used to do.

  Watching him hum a tune that no one can understand, watching his inexplicable silly smile, watching him shiver in the cold, lying down with his sword and gazing up at the sky.

  Murong Xue wanted to take a look at him, see what he looked like standing alive in front of her. She suddenly found that when he was being playful and smiling, he wasn't as annoying or hateful as before. Sometimes she even thought he was interesting.

  She often saw him alone, laughing and chatting with the air, often heard him humming some beautiful melodies, but she had never heard of obscure lyrics.

  Looking at him now, he doesn't seem as majestic as that white-clad man who surpassed snow, but nor is he as detestable.

  Zhang Hao's spiritual energy was depleted once again, he closed his eyes and carefully recalled every detail of his flying sword technique practice. In the sea of consciousness, countless figures appeared, turning left and right, with innumerable shadows practicing within, as the sword auras shot up into the sky.

  An hour later, he slowly stood up.

  In an instant, he flew into the air, and all that was seen was a sword light flashing by, then suddenly disappearing. Zhang Hao, dressed in white, stood still as if he had not moved at all, his face pale with a faint smile. The white light flashed again, and he was already on the top of the pavilion.

  Suddenly, a loud and clear laughter came from the attic, Zhang Hao laughed while proudly stroking the sword body, "I've finally maxed out this proficiency, haha!"

  With a dragon in hand, he charged forward, a shadowy figure shot down from the attic and landed on the ground, with the dragon already inserted into his back.

  This sword stabbing technique is also very interesting, it uses the rapid momentum of the flying escape technique to get close to the enemy, and with the five elements changing in between, making it difficult for people's consciousness to lock onto, unable to feel their own position.

  But this sword stabbing technique is best practiced in a place with trees.

  Thinking as he walked, he headed towards the woods behind the attic, several hundred meters away.

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