The situation in the hurricane was worse than Yang Qian had imagined.

The pure Yang Gangfeng and the pure Yin Fengsha intertwined together to create an extreme energy conflict between heaven and earth. It was not like the intersection of Yin and Yang under normal circumstances. Instead, the continuous confrontation directly shattered almost all the rules and power structures between heaven and earth.

Yang Qian was pulled into the hurricane with no escape, but he still did not stop and continued to rush towards the mountain. At this time, he was only more than ten miles away from the mountain.

But in these ten miles, Yang Qian seemed like an insurmountable barrier.

In the hurricane, the rules of yin and yang are reversed and broken, and the five elements have no roots, which is a devastating disaster for anything. In addition, the rapidly raging, rotating and entangled wind can tear steel into pieces in an instant.

Yang Qian's body had long been a hundred times tougher than steel, but he still had a hard time in this hurricane where yin and yang were reversed and the five elements were rootless.

In just a moment, Yang Qian, who had remained calm during the sixty-nine heavenly tribulations, couldn't help but change his expression.

The protective energy did not last long. The mysterious energy and sword intent within it could not stop the wind blades that entangled and scraped the bones. It was torn apart bit by bit and finally became a sieve. It even became extremely difficult to condense it a second time.

This was the first time Yang Qian encountered such a situation. This meant that the killing power in the hurricane had no blind spots or respite and was grinding all the time, which made it impossible for the protective energy to last and even fail to reunite.

Afterwards, the body directly bears this force.

Compared with the sixty-nine heavenly tribulations that Yang Qian had witnessed, the hurricane at this time did not feel as violent, but it was denser and sharper, like a millstone with sharp spikes, and he was the unlucky guy who fell into the eye of the millstone, and his life was being ground away bit by bit.

Yang Qian's body could indeed repair itself very quickly, and even the speed of the body's surface repair could counteract the sharp grinding and scraping of bones. He could only withstand it after the protective energy became a sieve. His whole body was like a mirror, and the skin and flesh were madly broken and reshaped, just like the ablation when the thunderbolt hit his body.

But the thunderbolts struck one by one, and there was a limit to how many of them there were, and they would disappear after they were all struck. The hurricane seemed endless, and although the force of each strike was not enough to instantly crush Yang Qian's current body, if it continued to consume him, Yang Qian would still be dead.

Because in the hurricane, Yang Qian was unable to seize the fortune of heaven and earth to transform his blood and energy. Although the blood and energy in his body were thick, they would eventually dry up, so he naturally could not afford to consume it.

Get out! Otherwise you will die!

Yang Qian was certain of this idea, and after being caught in the hurricane, he tried to rush out. But so far, he had tried many times, and he could only get close to the edge of the hurricane but could not completely break free from the suction of the wind center, and even his skin and flesh were torn into large pieces.

Even with Yang Qian's physical strength that can easily destroy mountains and break the moon, he was unable to break out, which shows how powerful the force of the hurricane is.

"No, we can't get out like this!"

Yang Qian was somewhat disoriented. This hurricane seemed to be specially prepared for him, almost tying up all his means. Even his sword intent and the newly learned nameless sword moves were unable to help him escape from this hurricane.

How to do?
I'm going to die here? Yang Qian thought to himself. He was not afraid of death, he was used to it. Instead, he became more and more angry at the power behind him that was manipulating all these murderous intentions.

But anger could not be a means, nor could it save Yang Qian. The Qi and blood in his body were being rapidly consumed, and his body began to melt from the skin to the flesh, then to the blood, then to the bones, and was being eroded step by step. His immortal body could not keep up with the erosion of the hurricane due to the lack of blood and Qi. In a few hours, his bones would be ground into powder, and then his soul.
This span is neither fast nor slow. In the blink of an eye, one or two days have passed.

Yang Qian watched his body and life being wiped out bit by bit, and everything seemed to slow down.

This slowness was not a sensory feeling, but a strange psychological illusion. As the body was constantly worn away and reconstructed, and then worn away again, this process gradually became clear in Yang Qian's mind. Every bit of flesh and blood, every inch of bones and meridians, for the first time, was so clear in Yang Qian's mind.

It seems that it is because Yang Qian's spiritual perception has become faster, so he feels that the surroundings have slowed down.

"So the extreme of fast is actually slow? Haha, it's really mysterious!" Yang Qian didn't know if this was his last realization before his death. He suddenly felt calm.

However, a voice familiar to Yang Qian suddenly jumped out.

In his mind.

[When you are on the verge of death, you suddenly realize the wonderful truth of time, and have an unprecedented feeling about the transformation of time rules. A flash of inspiration gives you a new direction for the development of "No Blade".]

[Do you want to consume 50000 experience points to deduce "Swordless·Sixth Style"? ]

Fifty thousand experience points were just a drop in the bucket for Yang Qian, who now had tens of millions of experience points in his pocket. What was surprising was that at this time, the sword moves that his master Huang Jitian had hoped he would develop actually had some clues.

"Deduction." Yang Qian's heart was still calm, but his thoughts were beginning to get a little confused. The huge consumption of blood and energy had already made his soul begin to feel dazed. However, he still did not reject the prompt of the experience panel, just to fulfill the last wish of his master.

Available experience: -50000
[Successful deduction during deduction! 】

[Congratulations! You have comprehended the mystery of the rules of time, and have gained insight into its existence between heaven and earth. You understand that time can be scattered and can be fast or slow and there is no fixed number, so you apply this to your swordsmanship.]

"Swordless·Sixth Style": Perfection 50000/50000
Yang Qian didn't think that "Swordless Sixth Style" could help him at this moment. After all, this place was in a hurricane, where the rules collapsed. What about the time rules? Wouldn't it still be useless?

But when the deduction was completed, the vast amount of principles and knowledge poured into his sea of ​​consciousness, and the indifferent yet dazed expression on Yang Qian's face froze for a moment. A moment later, the long sword that was already lightly held in his hand was once again tightly grasped.

His blood and energy were damaged and he was unconscious, but at the critical moment of life and death, Yang Qian was still able to keenly discover that the means that suddenly appeared in his hands seemed to contain his hope of survival.

The knife swung out, so slowly that it seemed as if the flow of time had been reduced to one tenth of the normal speed.

The sword's intent seemed to have no place to exert force and was aimless during this slow swing.

But as the knife was swung slowly, the wind around Yang Qian also slowed down instantly.

A little further away, the sound of the wind was still there, but the wind around Yang Qian was strangely slow.

After the first cut, there will be the second and third cuts.
The wind around him slowed down, but the speed of Yang Qian's body repairing did not slow down. By the time he swung the fifth knife, Yang Qian's body, which had been broken to the point of exposing the bones, had recovered to its original state.

Moreover, Yang Qian walked forward a full five feet in the hurricane! (End of this chapter)