Seeing that the sword cultivators had basically climbed the first level of ladder, Zhu Kexiu saw that Fang Chen had not moved for a long time, he chuckled:
"What? I didn't consider the current situation when I made harsh words before, so I was afraid?"
Zhu Yunchen glanced at Zhu Kexiu without saying anything.
He never cared about the struggle between the younger generations, and his attention was now focused on Li Changsheng.
The two looked at each other from a distance, and their eyes seemed to collide in the void.
Fang Chen saw that Bai Qingming and the others had already climbed the first level of the ladder, and reached out to grab the void. The surging power of the golden movement suddenly turned into a long sword in his palm.
The next moment, the power of fire flowed surged, and the sword was quenched from beginning to end.
Now this long sword no longer requires Fang Chen to activate spiritual power to exist, but has become a real object.
It has no brand on it and does not belong to a magic weapon. It is just like the long sword commonly used by mortals.
Fang Chen held the long sword in his hand and walked straight towards the waterfall-like vines, ignoring Zhu Kexiu.
Zhu Kexiu's face was gloomy. Seeing that the Sun Family's sword cultivator also set off with Fang Chen, he sneered.
"He finally moved."
Many people showed a smile on their faces.
Zhao Yunlu, who was talking to the Sun Family Sanxian, also closed her mouth and slowly looked at Fang Chen.
"Fellow Daoist Yunlu doesn't need to worry. This son can't even get up the first level ladder, let alone reach the top.
This time, one of my Sun family also disappeared, and I don’t know how to live or die. When fellow Daoist Yunlu searches for this child, I think I can have a look."
A second-turned immortal from the Sun family showed a faint smile, and the gaze of contempt was seen in his eyes.
Whether it was Fang Chen or the missing Sun Gu, he didn't care about it. Instead, Zhao Yunlu in front of him made him even more concerned.
As long as the other party can completely break up with the Long family and form an insolvent hatred, it will be of infinite benefit to the Sun family.
Zhao Yunlu nodded gently. He didn't think how far Fang Chen could go, how long could he escape if he was targeted?
"This feeling..."
Fang Chen took a step forward and suddenly felt that his whole body was losing power. In an instant, both the blood and the power of qi and blood brought by the sword body and the spiritual power brought by the practice disappeared without a trace.
He couldn't help but close his eyes and felt it well.
It’s very familiar and comfortable, just like walking in a snowy area for ten days and ten nights, suddenly returning to the warm bed at home.
At that time, dozens of sword cultivators from the Sun family had blocked Fang Chen's way. One of them saw Fang Chen closing his eyes and couldn't help but chuckled:
"What? Not suitable for the feeling of being a mortal?"
Fang Chen opened his eyes and smiled at the other party, "You misunderstood, I'm just savoring this feeling."
Aftertaste?
The other party frowned slightly. What could this feeling be remembered? If it weren't for the Sun family's instructions, which of them would be willing to come here?
Anyway, they cannot reach the top, but this feeling of becoming a mortal, losing all their power makes them very annoyed, and even feared, fearing that even if they leave this place, they will not be able to find the lost power.
"Since you like this feeling, let's have a good chat with us here. I don't plan to reach the top, I'll be here to accompany you today.
You have to thank the senior Yunlu. If it weren't for him, you would be dead now as Miss Su Su's instructions."
The sword cultivator smiled faintly.
Before entering the venue, he was in harmony, so he naturally seemed very relaxed when facing a mere out-of-body sword cultivator.
Not to mention that there are dozens of fellow brothers beside him, each with one sword, who can cut the person in front of him into flesh.
Fang Chen smiled, without saying anything, and walked towards them with a sword.
When these sword cultivators saw Fang Chen step forward, they all showed a hint of shock.
The head sword cultivator's face darkened. When Fang Chen got closer and closer to him, he couldn't help but sneer and suddenly lifted the sword and stabbed it.
As a sword cultivator of Hedao, even if he turns into a mortal, the sword in his hand is definitely fast enough!
puff--
Fang Chen and him passed by, but they didn't even look at the person, and continued to walk towards a sword cultivator down.
The sword cultivators around looked at each other. When they were about to ask, the sword cultivator Hedao was already kneeling on the ground, his head slid from his shoulders and rolled out a long way.
"kill!"
The Sun family's sword cultivators immediately turned red, and they felt a little more afraid in their hearts, so they did not dare to underestimate the person in front of them.
There is no one-on-one fight, but a swarm.
In just a few breaths, dozens of heads were suddenly added to the ground. The only sword cultivator who was not dead had fallen to the ground and his whole body was limp.
The sword in his hand was thrown aside, and he supported his hands on the ground and kept moving backwards, trying to distance himself from Fang Chen, looking extremely frightened.
"Pick up your sword."
Fang Chen stopped and said softly.
"I, I... I am also a sword cultivator. As everyone is on the same path, please let me go."
The sword cultivator did not choose to get the sword, but beg for mercy.
"Are you a sword cultivator?"
Fang Chen frowned slightly and shook his head gently: "You are at most practicing swords, so you can't be a sword cultivator."
The long sword cuts the sky, and blood flows like a spring.
Overtaking the other party, Fang Chen came to the vine, bit the sword in his hand, freed up his hands, and crawled upwards at an extremely rapid speed.
It took only a dozen breaths.
The scene of Fang Chen slaughtering dozens of sword cultivators left many people speechless and even showed an incredible look.
"This son's sword..."
Zhu Yunchen frowned slightly, his eyes circulating on Fang Chen. With his cultivation level as a scattered immortal, he dared not say that he could still be so neat after becoming a mortal.
Not only did the other party not have a shackle because of the transformation of mortality, but it was like-
A fierce horse breaks out of reins!
Zhu Yunchen's eyes became deeper and deeper, which reminded him of the person he hated at the time.
Zhu Kexiu's face was gloomy. He never expected that dozens of sword cultivators in the Sun family would be easily slaughtered like pigs and dogs in the hands of the other party.
"No wonder the waste sword cultivator is called a crooked and evil way. If you lose your cultivation level, you will be so trash."
Zhu Kexiu couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.
Many people from the Long family and the Sun family also noticed this and looked at each other for a moment.
Long Ao glanced at Li Changsheng sinisterly, then whispered in a low voice: "Li Changsheng has some vision, this guy really has a chance to reach the top."
"Husband, the Sun family will not let him reach the top."
"Yes, even if the person from Yunlucheng has not arrived today, the Sun family will not let this son reach the top easily."
Several ladies comforted her.
When Long Ruo heard these words, he curled his lips disdainfully, then looked at the figure climbing upwards, and a faint curiosity flashed in his eyes.
The big house fairy boat, Chen Qingtai and others looked at each other, and a smile suddenly appeared on their faces.
The woman in the plain dress also looked at Li Changsheng and smiled and said, "Husband, we have a lot of hope this time."
Li Changsheng gently patted her shoulder: "I have never missed it these years, and I won't do this time either."
"Um."
The woman in the plain skirt nodded slightly and looked at Li Changsheng with a hint of admiration.