Take off?

"Not bad, not bad."

Wilkin looked satisfied.

As soon as he finished speaking, he patted the table, his head slightly raised, his face full of pride, and he said loudly:

"How is it?

I just said it, it's right to press that Jin Can win."

  "What the bishop said is that it belongs to My eyes are clumsy."

The

  middle-aged man hurriedly handed over his hands, his face was convinced, and his voice softened a bit:

"Then will we continue to press the Golden Warriors to win?"

The news that the Golden Warriors would fight again in three days, they closed at noon arrive.

  "Press, why not?

Give me as much pressure as you can!"

Wilkin said loudly, and while he was talking, the scene where he met Platinum Bishop Turalyan three days ago could not help but come to mind.

The old guy was licking a dog.

Appearance, can't wait to fly directly over to call the son daddy.

  There must be an inside story that I don't know about.

His Highness the Son has something, so 39 consecutive victories shouldn't be difficult, right?

Is the Holy Son of Wuhun Hall worse than Tang Hao?

  If the strength is poor, how can the group of titled elders in the worship hall be willing to accept the dispatch of the Holy Son.

Now that the Pope's Hall and the Hall of Enshrinement can be united, according to the old guy from Turalyan, it seems that it is also related to His Highness the Holy Son.

  In other words, Turalyon's strength seems to have become stronger again, and he is almost over 100 years old.

Can he still break through the title?

Wilkin's heart is sour, he is the same year's academy tutor, and he is still a soul saint.

Why is there such a big gap between people?

  We agreed to run under the sunset together and have a female mentor together?

How did you fly solo, Tugozi!

  The streets in Gengxin City are wide and extending in all directions, and the temperature is still low at night.

The wind shouted vigorously, and the window frames rattled. The only difference from the past is that the night is no longer pitch black tonight, and the streets are no longer lonely.

The lights on the streets drove the night away, reflecting the orange-yellow color, and the noisy crowds intertwined, warming the air.

  In this city full of wind and sand, it is rare to open the nightclub mode.

  Even the food in the hotel has gone up in price.

  Ning Xiaotian ordered two more spicy rabbit heads and happily ate it with his son.

  After eating and drinking, continue to practice the Soul Power Condensing Sword.

  After a while,

the eight illusory flying swords were arranged in a fan shape behind his head.

He was ready to use up his soul power before practicing the Samsara martial arts, and at the same time brushed the proficiency of condensing the sword body.

What to shout is a man's silliness.

  For example:

"The sword is coming!"

  If nothing else, the thief is handsome!

  Condensed, his mind suddenly flashed, and he secretly said:

"If I encounter a tough opponent like today in the capital of slaughter in the future, what should I do?"

  "For example, the opponent's spirit is a shield or simply a The king eight martial spirits with high defense.

Tang San has even encountered Soul Douluo in the slaughter field of hell. He has a strong attack type and a control type spirit, but I don't have one!"

  "Spirit power and physical strength consumption, I will definitely fight for it. But those high-level soul masters. It would be difficult for me if I was surrounded and beaten."

  "Also, my flying sword should not be able to pierce the defense of such soul masters, and the harassment will not be able to withstand many people.

Is it only possible to use poison?"

Ning Xiao Tian pondered, his brows gradually wrinkled,

"But what if it happens?

For example, there are several control systems on the opposite side, who form a group to play with me, won't they 100% hang me up and smoke?

There are also those who can blow the poison away.

Repulsion type.

For example, those with attributes like wind and fire."

  "Damn it, I wish I could fly, I'm sure no one can get close by throwing hidden weapons and releasing poison gas in the sky."

  "Flying!?"

Ning Xiaotian Shocked all over, he jumped up on the spot,

"Sword Douluo can fly with his sword, why can't I?"

His eyes lit up, and he murmured,

"Flying with a sword is the dream of countless people. "

  Why didn't I think of it before?

Yujian, I can do it now."

Thinking about it, Ning Xiaotian slapped his forehead and waved his hand to disperse the flying swords behind his head, leaving only the most solid one, which he controlled towards his feet.

fly away.

  Concentrated, Feijian hovered steadily two fingers away from the ground.

  "The essence of Yujian's flight should be that a certain body can carry the weight of the human body and still float."

Ning Xiaotian thought,

"So it should be feasible for me to control Feijian with my strong mental power to hold myself up. ."

  That should be it!

  Thinking of this, he stepped on his right foot lightly, and instantly felt a slight pressure in his mind.

  This sense of exclusion seems feasible!

  I lifted my left foot like this again.

  "Crack!"

Ning Xiaotian leaned back, his butt was on the ground, and the flying sword floated to one side. The brain is buzzing, there is a strong sense of pain, the eyes are fluttering, and there is even a feeling of vomiting in the throat.

  This is definitely not airsickness.

  "What's the situation?

When Sword Douluo is dueling with Bone Douluo, it feels very simple to use.

Step on it and it will take off."

Ning Xiaotian blinked, his head shook slightly, his right hand was afraid of hitting his chest, soothing Discomfort.

  "Isn't this how you play?

Why do you feel that the high school physics knowledge you learned in the previous life is not very useful?

Yes, I have already traveled through the fantasy world, how can I explain it with scientific thinking.

Newton, Newton, your coffin is about to be covered. "

  Is it still necessary to consider gravity and repulsion?

I don't know that."

Ning Xiaotian scratched his head reluctantly,

"Or change the way of thinking, control the continuous eruption of soul power under the sword to form power?

This soul power should not be able to withstand it.

Or do I need to control the flying sword to move quickly to bring myself up?

No, no, Sword Douluo stepped on it at that time."

The train of thought was suddenly interrupted.

  Ning Xiaotian stared at Feijian on the ground in a daze, his brows furrowed.

He recalled over and over in his mind what Sword Douluo had taught him, as well as the scene when Sword Douluo fought Bone Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo duel.

  "In the battle between Sword Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo, at that time, he needed to fly quickly to a high altitude to keep a distance, and it seemed that he used his third soul skill Sword Wing Rufei.

But when he was on the road in the sect, he usually stepped on the sword. Flying at a low altitude, it looks very leisurely, it should be useless soul skills at this time.

Is there a connection between this?"

Ning Xiaotian pondered.

  "Is it because you are familiar enough with soul skills?"

  "Or is it because he succeeded in creating his own stunt of combining human and sword?"

  "Sword Douluo once said that after he practiced distraction control back then, his control over his body and spirit power reached the pinnacle.

After a lot of comprehension of skills and martial arts, I finally realized the unique skill of combining human and sword."

  "On this point, when he taught me, the sentence he often said was: Treat the sword as yourself. A part of the body."

Ning Xiaotian thought back.

  "Look at the sword as a part of your body."

  Touching his chin, he fell into contemplation.

  "I can easily control the long sword with soul power to fly freely now, not only because I have strong spiritual power and soul power control power, but also because of the most fundamental reason, that is, this soul power is from my own cultivation. Energy."

  "But my body is not energy."

  "It's still very heavy!"

Ning Xiaotian added in his heart.

  Although he is only 1.75 meters tall without shoes, his weight is more than 150 pounds.

  Spirit masters absorb spirit rings and spirit bones, which have the effect of strengthening the body, plus their own cultivation of spirit power.

As a result, the density of the bones and muscles of the soul master is not low,

and even the height has skyrocketed,

which is almost a kind of evolution from the inside out.

  It is precisely because of this reason that it is extremely rare for a low-level soul master to marry a high-level soul master on the mainland.

  It may look petite,

with white skin and beautiful long legs, soft and delicate,

but it is difficult to tell her weight and strength at a

  glance.

  Especially the beast martial arts soul master girl from the attack and defense types,

she is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 160. She has an enchanting figure,

a beautiful face, and can carry her husband.

I'm riding a horse."

  "Ah! Stop, stop and break!"