Chapter 0485: Control of Power

"hiss."

Su Yang took a breath of cold air, his body flashed quickly, and in an instant, five sword energy passed by him.

"Try this method first."

Su Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed, his feet stomped, his body was fully opened, mixed with purple devouring spiritual power, and his fist suddenly spread like a wave.

Each punch was opened and closed, carrying an unparalleled force, creating layers of waves, sweeping towards the three sword servants overwhelmed.

"Heavy Sword."

A sword servant shouted softly again, and the dense sword lights disappeared, replaced by six sword lights as thick as arms, falling from the sky.

Boom!

The terrifying gravity pressure was like several giant mountains falling from the sky, mixed with various mysterious momentums, which fiercely covered Su Yang's rolling fist momentum with a force of ten thousand pounds.

Crack! Crack!

boom!

The fist in the sky was blocked by the six heavy swords for only a moment, and then collapsed tremblingly. The latter even crushed down fiercely with an unstoppable momentum.

"What?"

Su Yang's eyes were wide open and his face turned pale.

The strength he showed was at least as high as the peak of the martial arts realm, but he could not even defeat the six sword lights, let alone defeat the sword formation.

In the midst of this flash, he stared at the extremely heavy six sword lights.

"The heavy sword... the brute force cannot be used, heavy... the brute force... do you mean to use clever force? clever..."

"Put it lightly."

Su Yang had an epiphany.

If you take the weight lightly, this third level is clearly the test to control the power. To a certain extent, brute force cannot be used. Just like his offensive just now, it is comparable to the peak of the martial arts domain, but it cannot break through the sword formation formed by the three martial arts domains in the middle stage.

You should know that a peak martial arts domain can easily kill three martial arts domain mid-stage.

Just when he was enlightened, the six sword lights attacked fiercely with a force of ten thousand pounds.

Su Yang's pupils shrank, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

"Putting weight is as light as light as light as light as light..."

At this critical moment, the scene suddenly appeared in his mind when he met Ling Fengdu when he was in the Tianjian Sea.

It seemed that the scene of Ling Fengdu attacking was played again.

The drop of water is like a huge weight of ten thousand pounds, containing a magnificent offensive.

Although this is because of the latter's strong strength, it also has the same effect when it comes to lifting weights as lightly, and it never leaves its roots.

A sharp light suddenly shot out from Su Yang's pupils. Just as the six sword lights were about to fall to him, he suddenly stretched out his palm.

Bang!

His palm swept up softly, like a swimming fish, like a fallen leaves, or like a continuous sea water, sweeping towards the six sword lights strangely.

boom!

Just as his palm brushed past the six sword lights, the six sword lights suddenly trembled, and there was a trace of stagnation.

Su Yang's face suddenly twisted, and a look of pain appeared between his eyebrows.

Bang!

He suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his body flew out heavily, and a thread of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Swish swish swish swish!

The three sword servants surrounded Su Yang again the moment they flew out. The heavy sword had no edge, and the continuous sword light appeared again, pouring down like a waterfall.

Su Yang gritted his teeth tightly, and his body kept shaking, and his fists, palms, or spiritual power kept bombarding.

However, unlike before, the fierce and violent power gradually dissipated in his attack.

At the beginning, he was trapped with scars. In one attack, six sword lights could kill him at least three of them.

As time passed, in the end, he gradually grasped the charm of lifting weights and the attack he launched was like a bone-turning palm, soft and weak, like water lines, continuous upwards and downwards.

However, the damage caused is multiplied.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three heavy swords suddenly attacked.

Su Yang's eyes flashed, his figure shaking like a ghost, his palm rose horizontally, causing a layer of ripples, and slapped on the sword light. The moment he touched the sword light, he suddenly flicked his fingers.

Bang!

There was a sudden explosion, and the terrifying sword light collapsed.

His body moved in a row, and there were two loud "bang bang" sounds, and the remaining two sword lights followed the first one.

boom!

The three sword servants suddenly stood with their swords closed, staring at Su Yang with expressionless faces, and said coldly: "Please pass."

call.

Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his head and glanced at his body, grinning in pain, his body covered with sword marks, and his clothes were stained red by blood, looking particularly embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth. Although he was seriously injured, he was in a good mood.

The third level, although it is dangerous, his gains are huge.

Control of power.

When he understood the importance of lifting weight, he realized the essence of the third level of trial, which was to challenge the power control of the warrior.

This is indeed his weakness.

It has only been more than a year since he practiced.

Because of the domineering body and even the devouring power, his attacks have always been extremely rough. Too bad is brute force, and what they lack is precise and proficient control of the power.

Power control, after the third level, he has entered a new level of control of power. It is not only about lifting heavy weights, but also a comprehensive understanding of power.

If the level he stayed at before was Cave Heaven, then now he has truly entered the Martial Domain level to master the power.

"The trial of the sword tower will cause me to undergo a qualitative transformation."

Su Yang murmured secretly, and a bright light shot out from his eyes.

He took a deep breath, squeezed his palms tightly, and the scars on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, he changed into a clean set of clothes and slowly walked towards the light curtain leading to the fourth level.

At the fourth level, as long as you complete the fourth level, you can save the Jiuzhou Order.

By reaching the seventh level, you can get the Emperor's heart of the Northern Sword Emperor.

"The fourth level, I think there are four people."

Walking to the light curtain, Su Yang's eyes slightly condensed, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

In the fourth level, four sword servants, there is no doubt that it will be more difficult than the third level.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and he strided into the light curtain.

Just as Su Yang entered the fourth level, two people had been expelled from the sword tower.

Hongyue and Qihuan were both eliminated in the third level.

There were only five people left in the sword tower.

In addition to Su Yang, Jian Jiangnan, Qingtian Sword, and Jianfutu all came to the fourth floor, while Broken Sword came to the fifth floor.

In the stone palace, there was still the Beijue Sword Emperor. Hongyue and Qihuan, who were eliminated from the sword tower, were directly teleported out by Beijue Sword Emperor.

His eyes gazed at the sword tower, flashing inexplicable light.

Time gradually passed, and about half an hour later, another figure flew out of the sword tower, and it turned out to be the Qingtian Sword.

puff!

His whole body was covered with dense sword marks that could be seen deep, and he collapsed on the ground weakly, with blood scattered from his mouth constantly, and deep fear flashed in his eyes.

"waste."

The Emperor of Beijue Sword coldly glanced at the Qingtian Sword, swept his hand, and the latter disappeared directly into the stone hall.
Chapter completed!