"Ding..."
When Xu Jun raised the power to seventy rings, the dummy flew out directly, and left a very obvious mark on his body.
Xu Jun compared it with the instruction manual next to him and couldn't help but smack his lips.
This deep mark shows that the power of his sword is actually equivalent to the power of the top-grade attack-type magic weapon.
And the top-grade magic weapon is basically the treasure at the bottom of the box that only the late-stage Qi training cultivators can use.
As far as Xu Jun knows, Qingfeng from the other world is already from a famous family and worships a good master.
But even so, he, a late-stage Qi training cultivator, only has two top-grade magic weapons.
However, the ordinary mortal sword in Xu Jun's hand, after condensing seventy rings of sword aura, its power is already comparable to it.
So, what about the sword aura of more than eighty rings?
Although Xu Jun saw it when he was possessed in the other world, how could the feeling at that time be compared with personally using it.
Xu Jun took a deep breath, and the blood in his body circulated, and suddenly climbed to the peak.
He shook his wrist, and the sword body trembled violently. He didn't know how many times it shook in this moment.
Then, a white light came on.
At this moment, Xu Jun suddenly had a creepy feeling.
Even though this sword aura was something he made, he was shocked and frightened in his heart.
Without thinking, Xu Jun slashed with a sword.
Then, he had a feeling that this sword was completely different from any previous sword.
Not only was the power increased, but there was also an essential change.
Sure enough, it was different from the previous times.
Before, even if Xu Jun increased the sword sound to seventy rings, it would still make the sound of metal clashing when it was slashed on the dummy.
But this time, when the long sword with white light passed through the dummy's arm...
something weird happened.
Silently, this sword actually passed directly.
Then, the dummy's arm fell down.
Xu Jun's eyes widened.
Then, his hand lightened, and he looked at it intently. The long sword that had accompanied him for several months had turned into powder and scattered on the ground.
It was not fragments, but powder.
This steel sword, which had been tempered a thousand times, could not withstand the blessing of this power.
After one sword, it was completely annihilated.
Xu Jun's face became extremely strange.
Such power,
such power!
Such power...
He finally understood why the cultivator from the other world, wearing two layers of defensive talismans and a layer of medium-grade magic weapon armor, was still killed by little Xu Jun with one sword.
Moreover, after he was killed, the expression on his face was so incredible.
It can only be said that the guy was really wronged.
This sword aura after condensing eighty sword rings, its power is so great that it has reached this level.
This
is the real indestructible and everything can be cut!
Compared with the sword aura before eighty rings, it is completely different. It is not even qualified to carry shoes for it.
At this point, Xu Jun had figured out many questions, such as why Qingfeng's face was full of respect and yearning every time he mentioned Baiming Liangang.
He also understood why, in his memory, when Xu Jun's sword chimes reached eighty rings, when he asked Qingfeng to spar with him again, his senior brother no longer agreed so readily.
At first, Qingfeng always made excuses, then tried every means to refuse, and finally had no choice but to force a way to go out to find Jie to practice sword.
The reason for all this is that the power of the sword aura is too great.
It is estimated that Qingfeng had suffered enough when he first came into contact with the eighty-ring sword aura, but he concealed it well enough so that little Xu Jun did not notice it.
But because of this, Qingfeng was afraid of little Xu Jun and never dared to spar with him again.
For some reason, Xu Jun suddenly felt that his senior brother Qingfeng was a little pitiful.
Suddenly, Xu Jun turned his eyes and saw the dummy arm that fell to the ground, and his expression suddenly became strange.
He vaguely remembered that he had heard Li Hengxin introduce it.
How much did this dummy cost?
Inexplicably, a drop of cold sweat seeped out of Xu Jun's forehead.
In the past few months, Xu Jun has earned more than 10 million yuan, even after deducting taxes.
This money is definitely not enough to buy a new one. But... it should be enough to repair it, right?
Xu Jun always felt a little guilty.
After a long time, the door of the practice room opened.
Xu Jun came to the door and saw Li Qiankun sitting not far away.
Seeing Xu Jun open the door, Li Qiankun walked over with a smile on his face.
Xu Jun coughed lightly and thought to himself, I hope you can still laugh later.
"Brother Xu, are you done practicing?"
"Well, this... Brother Li, I have something to discuss with you."
"What is it, Brother Xu, just tell me."
Xu Jun stuttered, and really didn't know how to start.
Li Qiankun sensed his embarrassment and hurriedly said, "Brother Xu, please tell me. If I can't do it, I will find my father. If he can't do it, we will find someone else."
Xu Jun nodded. Just your words were enough.
"Brother Li, after I went home yesterday, I gained some insights and improved my sword skills a little bit."
Li Qiankun looked envious: "As expected of you, Brother Xu, your talent is too invincible."
"Haha, no problem, I came to the martial arts hall today just to test my sword skills."
Li Qiankun smiled and said, "I see, no wonder Brother Li specifically asked for the top training room, it turns out you like the puppet dummy." "
Not bad." Xu Jun pondered the words and said carefully: "I used a little more strength this time."
"It's okay." Li Qiankun said disapprovingly: "That puppet dummy is specially made by a cultivator. Although it has not reached the second-level quality, it is also the top-level in the first level. Its hardness is comparable to that of a physical cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. Even a top-grade magic weapon cannot break it."
Xu Jun nodded repeatedly and said, "Not bad, but... I used a little too much strength."
Li Qiankun was stunned and had a bad premonition in his heart, but still said, "Brother Xu, the puppet has a self-recovery mechanism. Even if you leave some traces on it, it doesn't matter. As long as you provide spiritual energy, it can be restored to its original state in a few days at most."
Xu Jun's eyes lit up and asked, "Really? Then if the arm is broken, can it be restored?"
Broken arm?
Li Qiankun opened his mouth wide and didn't know how to answer for a while.
This is the equivalent of a physical cultivator in the late stage of Qi training.
The genuine cultivator took a top-grade magic weapon and smashed it for a long time, but there was no broken limbs or arms.
But, you broke the puppet's arm?
Hiss...
Brother, you are the innate!
How did you break it?
(End of this chapter)