Heavy snow has been falling for days, and the northern border and Hantian City are all covered in snow.
A figure in a black robe stood alone in the wind and snow.
On top of Hantian City Tower, he looked down at all living beings with his eyes like a war eagle.
"Feng Mian, Feng Mian, the last thing you should do is to resist. It should be your honor to be the container that carries the treasure. Since you don't want to give in, I will let you see clearly in advance what reality is.
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Around the black shadow, many dead soldiers of the Soul Sacrifice Sect quickly appeared. They had no emotions and would only follow orders.
"Seventh Master, now that the sect master is still in seclusion, and the deputy sect master is still seriously injured, are we too hasty and taking some risks? Once Feng Mian helps the Jian Sect regain its strength, we don't know whose hands this Hantian City will fall into!"
The black shadow turned around suddenly, and glanced at the person next to him with a gaze like a blade.
"Are you doubting my abilities? In this northern realm, within Hantian City, are there things that my Soul Sacrifice Sect cannot do? It is precisely because the deputy sect master and that boy Ye Lize underestimated Feng Mian that I changed my mind.
We need to strike."
With a flash of his body, Master Qi slowly descended from the tower.
With a wave of his sleeves and robe, a wave of energy spread out, and the white snow in front of him turned into pitch black and disappeared instantly.
"Although that boy Feng Mian had some twists and turns along the way, he relied on the protection of the people around him and everything went smoothly. Now that he has arrived in Hantian City, I will definitely let him suffer some hardships, haha..."
The dead soldiers dispersed, and the plan that the Soul Sacrifice Sect had been planning seemed to be implemented in advance.
"Give the order, Team Seven will start immediately. Formations will be set up from four directions: east, south, west and north. Since Feng Mian is here, we must ask him to hand over his things obediently. It will last long enough for him.
Already."
Black lights flashed one after another and disappeared in four directions.
A strange smile appeared on Master Qi's face, turned into a black mist, and disappeared.
Jianzong back mountain
Feng Mian's soul power and the black energy on Han Yi's body were still in a stalemate. However, now with the blessing of the pure spiritual power of Cang Lingmai, the black energy was retreating steadily. Not long after, he was enveloped in a blue light.
He exhaled subconsciously. Although Han Yi was not awake yet, he felt much more relaxed.
"The disciples of the Sword Sect listened to the order and reactivated the sword formation to protect the sect, using sword energy to isolate the black light. If you persist for half an hour, the elder's sanity will definitely recover."
With a flick of his finger, Feng Mian turned his palm, and a wave of energy spread to the ground.
The power of the Blue Spirit Veins spread to this area and every place under the ground. Then it easily resolved the erosion of the evil spirit, and patches of green grass and five-color flowers grew on the ground.
"What a magical power. Is this the power of a spiritual vein? I didn't expect that Feng Mian could have such strength. Even the spiritual veins would obey his command. It seems that he was underestimated. The sect leader's calculation was indeed good.
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The sword array changes, and the sword energy is like a transparent barrier, blocking Elder Han Yi, and the black energy is slowly being dissolved. But this will definitely take time, and Feng Mian cannot do it alone.
At this time, in the front yard of the Sword Sect and on the giant sword stone tablet in front of the main hall, a huge sword energy suddenly shot out, mixed with a stream of green light, reaching directly into the sky. The life everywhere gradually became more vibrant.
Standing still, Feng Mian took a few steps back weakly.
Dashan stepped forward and held him up: "Feng Mian, are you okay?"
He smiled faintly and shook his head: "It's okay. It's a bit too much. Just recover."
But only he knew that the power of his soul moved forcefully, causing the aura seal in his body to break. The backlash of the Earthly Evil Palm was almost uncontrollable. Once his energy and blood flowed backwards, his entire cultivation would be ruined.
Lin Xiuran walked slowly
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When he came out, he glanced at the Jian Sect disciples, looked at Yue Fengling and nodded.
"In the name of the Lin family, I would like to ask, is the master of the Sword Sect still unwilling to come out at this time? Isn't it so difficult to just borrow the sword pill?" At the same time, the aura on his body rose, and the coercion spread around.
"Haha...haha...Why should Miss Lin be angry? Isn't this sect coming out?"
The next moment, a middle-aged man wearing a sword sect robe, majestic and full of aura, was seen flying down from the sky. He was walking towards this side step by step with a smile on his face.
"Everyone, it is the Jianzong who has been negligent. Little friend Fengmian has helped us so much, but it is my sect who is paranoid. Please forgive me. In fact, my sect should have understood long ago that we can make the Chief Pavilion Master of the Juxian Pavilion and the Qian family
Those who look at you with admiration will not be wrong."
The leader of the Sword Sect, a superior must take the overall situation into consideration when dealing with matters. He clearly knew that Feng Mian had come a long time ago, but he just avoided seeing him. In addition, it was about Chunyang Jianwan, so he couldn't be careless, so he didn't show up for a long time.
It was only now that the Sword Sect was revitalized and was no longer suppressed by the aura of the Soul Sacrifice Sect. Only when he clearly saw Feng Mian's ability did he believe that he indeed had this strength. After all, calculations could only make judgments, not conclusions.
With a wave of his sleeves and robe, a sword energy surrounded him, and the formations of many disciples dissipated.
"You all perform your duties. There is no serious problem here."
With one move, Elder Han Yi's injuries quickly recovered, and everything calmed down temporarily.
Lin Xiuran was not polite to him, she stretched out her hand and said calmly: "In that case, bring it!"
Aunt Fang appeared behind her in time and reached out to hold her shoulders.
"Girl, are you too anxious? This Chunyang Jianwan..."
Lin Xiuran didn't take it seriously, and just stared at the master of the Sword Sect calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Afraid? He doesn't know what Feng Mian's situation is now. Since he has set up a trap and used Feng Mian to solve the dilemma of the situation, he should pay a small price. If Feng Mian makes a mistake, the price will be more than that!"
Hearing this, the sect master's face changed slightly and he thought a little.
"It seems that the Lin family must protect Feng Mian? Fortunately, we, the Sword Sect, have not become enemies with him."
Glancing at Feng Mian, the sect leader flashed and grabbed his shoulders.
"If you want our sect's most precious treasure, Chunyang Sword Pill, come with me!"
A moment later, Feng Mian and the sect leader appeared in the Sword Sect’s forbidden area, the Sword Tomb!
You can feel a powerful sword energy from all the way here, and among the many swords, the sword energy interacts with each other, producing a clear sound that ordinary people cannot get close to. In short, it is very strong.
"Little friend Feng Mian, this sect can only send you here. In front of you is the forbidden area of my Sword Sect. If you are destined, you can find Chunyang Jianwan. If you are not destined, then even I can't force you to come."
As soon as the words fell, the sect leader disappeared in a dashing way.
With a helpless smile, Feng Mian shook his head: "So it's still such a scam!"
Chunyang Jianwan, what exactly is it?
Sword pills are made from thousands of sword energy. It takes at least a thousand years to form.
The Pure Yang Sword Pill is even more difficult. Because it must be made of pure Yang sword energy, which can be truly formed after years of slowly merging, polishing, and even devouring each other and achieving each other.
The reason why the Hantian City Sword Sect has been able to compete with the Soul Sacrifice Sect for so long is because of the presence of a Pure Yang Sword Pill. The sword energy is turbulent, and even in the end, the foundation of the sect can be preserved.
Looking towards the sword tomb, Feng Mian stepped forward.
The next second, he had no time to react, and his body was suddenly lifted away and hit the ground.
Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!
The sound of iron tools colliding was heard. Feng Mian looked intently and saw a strong
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The figure is forging iron.
Standing up, Feng Mian concentrated his energy, wrapped his body with the energy of the blue dragon, and then protected his body with dragon armor, before walking towards the sword tomb step by step. Seeing the swords around him shaking, his target was not affected at all.
At this time, the blacksmith stopped moving, and the sweat on his upper body evaporated under his breath.
"Young man, it's not easy for you to appear here. It must be because of the tacit consent of the sect master that you came here to seek an opportunity? However, I would like to ask, what kind of sword do you need?"
Feng Mian handed over, he didn't dare to be careless. People who can be in the sword tomb must not be simple.
"Senior, I don't need the sword, but for some reasons, I need to ask for your sect's Chunyang Sword Pill for use. Don't worry, I promise I'm just borrowing it, and I will return it to Zhao intact!"
"You are so presumptuous! You are so brave, you dare to take advantage of Chunyang Kenmaru!"
The strong man waved his hand, his face full of anger, and his energy directly knocked Feng Mian away.
In his energy, Feng Mian felt a stinging pain, and this casual swing actually carried sword energy.
Forcing himself to steady his body, Feng Mian's green dragon's light flashed, dispelling the sword energy.
After taking a step, a footprint appeared. He carried the sword energy forcefully and walked towards the sword tomb again.
"Senior, I don't mean any harm. The situation is really forcing me, and there is no other way, so I have to borrow the Chunyang Jianwan. I would like to ask you to be accommodating, or come up with conditions. How can I be willing to lend the Jianwan?"
The phantom of the green dragon surrounded him, his green armor flashed, and he was still sane.
But within his body, a phoenix vein flame always wanted to rush out, but Feng Mian kept suppressing it.
The burly man finally looked at Feng Mian seriously, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"No wonder the sect master will agree to you and give you a chance to test it. You actually have such a powerful power hidden in you. But with your current strength, you can't control it at all. It feels like a waste of natural resources."
As soon as the conversation changed, the strong man waved his right hand, and a sword with a cold light flew out from the sword mound.
"It's not impossible to want the Chunyang Sword Pill. Boy, as long as you can take my three swords, I will give you the Chunyang Sword Pill. If you can't take it, there will only be one consequence, death without a whole body!"
The figure flashed, and the strong man and Feng Mian were very close. He sneered: "What, do you dare to take it?"
Using the instant shadow technique, Feng Mian distanced himself from the man.
Hands over: "Okay, I agree. Since you want to ask for something, you need to pay a price."
The next moment, the strong man disappeared.
The green dragon armor on Feng Mian's body flashed with green light, and the power of his soul swayed away, and he raised his head suddenly.
Dense green scales appeared on the arms and backs of hands. He protected his face with both hands and shouldered the sword forcefully. The sword light came directly towards Feng Mian, and his aura was not comparable to that of ordinary practitioners.
Clang! Bang! Boom!
The sword energy exploded, causing a wave of aftermath. Feng Mian stepped back and spread his hands violently.
Deep marks appeared on the ground, and two blood marks appeared on Feng Mian's hands, dripping with blood.
"Sword energy is so strong, I'm afraid even the sect leader doesn't have such ability."
Looking deeply at the strong man, the long sword in his hand seemed to be integrated with it, and the air waves around him were like sword light, without leaking. At this level, he must be a hidden master of the Sword Sect.
Grinning, Feng Mian's smile was very ugly at the moment.
"Hehe...Senior, I took this first sword. Come on, there are two more swords!"
The strong man was also surprised. He didn't expect that Feng Mian could really catch it without using his spiritual power.
His face darkened, and the burly man snorted coldly: "You are looking for death!"