Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1126

Chapter 1126: Chapter 1153: Is it Late? (Part 1) Chapter 1126: Chapter 1153: Is it Late? (Part 1) “This is too hard!”

Yang Zhen stared helplessly at the still air, his face full of sighs.

Luo Shanyang seemed to see Yang Zhen's confusion and burst into laughter, “I thought your Sword Dao was profound, but it turns out it's nothing special. You can't even communicate with the sword spirit. How can you compete with me?”

Saying this, Luo Shanyang glanced at the equally baffled Shaking Light Saint, sneered, and said, “Yang Zhen, don't embarrass yourself. Just stand aside and watch me subdue the sword spirit–it'll be quite the fortune for you!”

This is why ordinary people come to witness the sword spirit. Even if they don't obtain the sword spirit, watching Luo Shanyang subdue it can still enhance their understanding of the Sword Dao. Perhaps, they can even form their own sword hearts and embark on the path of sword disciples.

This was the best possible outcome. After hearing Luo Shanyang's words, everyone became excited. Every Practitioner intent on mastering the Sword Dao had their eyes fervently fixed on Luo Shanyang.

At that moment, the entire mountaintop was Luo Shanyang's domain.

As for Yang Zhen, he had sat down for a while after going up and then spoke some incomprehensible words.

The Practitioners who had still held some hope for Yang Zhen all wore disappointed expressions.

It turned out that Yang Zhen's attainment in the Sword Dao was indeed no better than that of ordinary people!

The Heaven Mountain Holy Lord, puzzled, glanced at the Nine Dragons Saint and asked, “Strategy?”

Old face blushing, the Nine Dragons Saint nodded resolutely and said, “It must be a strategy. That bastard Yang Zhen always does the impossible. He bursts out with tremendous potential in desperate situations. All we need to do is wait!”

Yang Zhen didn't realize that this old man, Nine Dragons, actually had the potential to be a charlatan. It seems he must be properly nurtured in the future, or else this talent would be wasted, wouldn't it?

Seeing the contempt on Luo Shanyang's face, Yang Zhen was not upset. After all, it was the truth, and Yang Zhen was quite able to accept reality.

“Well then, you keep communicating; I need to practice my Sword Dao for a while!”

Yang Zhen's words completely baffled everyone on the mountaintop.

Practice… practice the Sword Dao for a while?

Practice the Sword Dao temporarily?

Are you sure you're not here to joke around?

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, including Nine Dragons who widened his eyes and asked, “Kid, are you serious?”

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “It shouldn't be a problem!”

With that, Yang Zhen indeed took out the Great Missing Sword and slowly began to dance with it.

This movement left the audience utterly bewildered.

What kind of sword technique was this?

It was as slow as an old man of a thousand years practicing the sword. With such a slow speed, if it were in battle, Yang Zhen would have died a thousand times before his sword even struck.

Luo Shanyang stared dumbfounded as Yang Zhen slowly practiced the sword, his face showing a trace of seriousness. After watching for a long time, he suddenly angrily said, “Bastard, are you insulting the Sword Dao?”

Yang Zhen's performance was indeed too ugly, lacking any clear method, and as slow as a mortal, with not a trace of Sword Dao aura on him.

Faced with Luo Shanyang's verbal abuse, Yang Zhen showed no reaction, as if he had entered some kind of marvelous state.

But what kind of state could this sword technique possibly induce?

Is it a joke?

Luo Shanyang sneered and with a boom, a roaring air wave enveloped him, his sword intent soaring to the sky, and countless sword qi in the air condensed into numerous Willow Heart Swords.

Without Yang Zhen's interference, Luo Shanyang's sword intent grew even stronger, and compared to Yang Zhen, he was world's apart.

No one noticed that as soon as Yang Zhen started to dance with the sword, Sword Demon wore a serious expression, with his eyebrows knitted tightly together.

“What… What kind of sword technique is this?”

Being known as Sword Demon, how could he allow a never-before-seen sword technique to appear?

Although Yang Zhen's practice looked ugly, it was not without method. Contrarily, each sword stroke was seamlessly connected, it was just that Yang Zhen seemed to have not mastered it yet!

An unmastered sword technique, so slow, so… impeccably tight! This technique in Yang Zhen's hands was laughable, but if it were in the hands of Sword Demon, he was confident that within two years, he could perfect this sword technique into an extremely powerful one suitable for both offense and defense.

Thinking of the phrase “suitable for both offense and defense,” Sword Demon's face finally changed.

Seeing the changed expression on the face of the Sword Demon, Nine Dragons uttered a light sound of surprise and exchanged glances with Heaven Mountain Holy Lord. They slowly walked towards the summit, subtly blocking the Sword Demon's path.

How could the Sword Demon not know what the two of them were thinking? He snorted coldly without making any fuss and stared intently at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen had indeed entered a mysterious state. It wasn't an epiphany but rather a recollection, as if traversing through endless void and arriving at a park on the azure planet!

Thanks to that indefatigable old man in the rain, Yang Zhen, while jogging in the park, had suffered greatly from the old man's Taiji Sword, who even insisted on making Yang Zhen watch on several occasions.

Indeed, Yang Zhen was his only audience!

Taiji Sword!

There are many types of Taiji Sword, but Yang Zhen only remembered this old man's type.

Now though, he had mostly forgotten. If it weren't for Yang Zhen's incredibly gifted memory, he wouldn't have been able to recall it at all.

At first, Yang Zhen was still groping his way like crossing a river by feeling the stones, but by the fifth repetition, the Qi in Yang Zhen's body underwent a complete transformation!

Hum–!

A soft hum sounded, barely audible, yet for some reason, everyone on the mountaintop heard it.

As Yang Zhen's Great Missing Sword moved, a series of sword shadows appeared around him. They were so slow yet inextricably dense.

This sudden turn of events startled everyone.

The practitioners with a deeper mastery of Sword Dao were even more shocked by the terrifying sword shadows.

At that moment, Luo Shanyang suddenly burst into laughter. His body shook, and with a casual wave of his hand, the Willow Heart Swords all around emitted a series of soft chimes.

The next moment, Luo Shanyang opened his eyes and said to Yang Zhen, “When I summon the sword spirit, that will be your moment of disgrace… This is impossible!”

Hum–!

Another hum came, and the densely packed sword shadows around Yang Zhen completely became ethereal, and a huge black and white Taiji symbol appeared behind him.

Yang Zhen, indifferent to all else, plucked at will, as if he was witnessing the naturally skilled sword technique of the old man in the park.

After all, the park's old man was just a show piece, without any flow of True Essence, only having the form.

Yang Zhen was different. With his overwhelming talent, by the time he demonstrated the Taiji Sword for the tenth time, he had even deduced the circulation of the True Essence, in tune with the mysterious principles of heaven and earth, the art of Yin and Yang!

Damn, there must be something on the azure planet!

Yang Zhen became even more convinced.

A surge of joy washed over Yang Zhen, and he smiled broadly. This little creature, at last, had started to actively seek out a conversation with the Saint.

“What did you say?”

While wielding the sword, Yang Zhen asked the dumbfounded Luo Shanyang.

Luo Shanyang roared in anger, pointing at Yang Zhen and bellowed, “Your mastery of the Sword Dao is so deep, why did you deceive me?”

Why did I deceive you?

Yang Zhen blinked, his face full of confused expression. When did this Saint ever deceive you?

This is too hard!

“Sword spirit, take form!” Luo Shanyang suddenly roared, and swaths of sword light immediately converged a short distance in front of him in mid-air.

Hum–!

A flashing golden sword-shaped spirit appeared before everyone's eyes.

Everyone cried out in awe, enviously looking at the sword spirit in mid-air.

Luo Shanyang laughed out loud, “Even though you have deceived me, I have already earned the sword spirit's recognition. Now, how can you compete with me?”

Upon hearing these words, everyone felt a pang of regret in their hearts as they all looked at Yang Zhen with some pity.

Too late, they were just a bit too late.

Yang Zhen slowly sheathed his sword, standing still, but the Taiji symbol behind him didn't disappear. He looked at the sword spirit with interest and said, “Too late, is it?”

Chapter end

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