"You didn't give us Xuxian Sword Sect a way out, right?"
Fang Chen smiled.
Xuanxian of Qiankun Sword Sect was silent for a few breaths and said lightly: "It depends on how many you can kill."
After saying that, a Nascent Soul Great Perfect Sword Cultivator slowly walked out. Without saying a word, he took action directly. The surging sword force swept across the wind and thunder, causing thunder in the void.
Another sword light.
The wind and thunder dissipate, and the sky is clear.
The head fell to the ground and rolled out about a ft. Then it shook and stopped.
"The second sword of the Duanqiankun Sword Sect, next."
Fang Chen said lightly.
Whether it was the monks present or the monks watching the battle through the Xuantian Mirror, they kept silent for a long time.
Some out-of-body monks also thought carefully in their minds, could they avoid such a sword?
Some people were sweating wildly, and no matter how they calculated, they seemed to be unable to avoid this sword!
The Qiankun Sword Sect killed two Nascent Soul Great Perfection Sword Cultivators in a row. If the first one was not prepared, the second one had already taken action in advance, but was still killed by a sword. Everyone had already seen that this was completely crushing strength.
The Xuanxian of Qiankun Sword Sect's expression became a little unnatural. She subconsciously looked at the Kunlun Sword Sect, but the one did not look at him at all, as if he was thinking about something.
After waiting for a while, the Yuanying Sword Cultivators looked at each other, but no one ended up, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little weird.
Even in the sword cultivator, few people have the courage to live to death like Qin Hucheng. Now, seeing two brothers die tragically on the spot, the rest of them weighed themselves and concluded that they would die.
The overlord-level monks from all sides of the Immortal and Demon Sea, whether they are demon cultivators or human cultivators, have become very strange.
I never expected that the Xuxian Sword Sect, which was supposed to be at a disadvantage, changed instantly because of the arrival of this sword leader, and gained an advantage from the disadvantage.
"If you don't dare, please break the sword in your hand. What's the use of keeping it?"
Fang Chen said lightly.
"You deserve to die!"
"Arrogant!"
Two sword cultivators with bad tempers couldn't help but come on stage one after another, and in the end, two more heads were added in front of Fang Chen.
He could see the souls of these four Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators standing in place with a blank look on their faces, looking at each other in a glance.
"Next."
Fang Chen said lightly.
"alright."
The Xuanxian Sword Cultivator of Qiankun Sword Sect waved his hand gently: "You can leave. Qiankun Sword Sect will close the mountain gate for ten years from today."
“It’s okay to leave.”
Fang Chen nodded slightly and rushed to the remaining Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator: "Don't forget today. As a sword cultivator, you are afraid to avoid fighting and have lost the courage to rush to the top."
Many Yuanying Sword Cultivators' expressions changed on the spot, their faces turned blue and white, and some of them had faint blood on their lips.
Wang Zhenlong couldn't help laughing and said, "What a road to breaking the sword."
Although the remaining Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators have no end, they will have an insurmountable peak on this road in the future, becoming a roadblock for their swordsmanship and becoming a demon of the heart of Taoism!
This is like a generation that cuts off the Qiankun Sword Sect!
"He has to kill people even if he kills people... If Qiankun Sword Sect didn't make any statement today, he would just close the mountain... I'm afraid it's really a way to break the sword..."
Whispers rang around.
The Xuanxian Sword Cultivator of Qiankun Sword Sect also found that the Yuanying Sword Cultivator under the sect all looked ugly, and some even showed signs of being possessed by the devil.
He looked at Fang Chen suddenly: "Zhu Zi is arrogant, you dare to harm the seedlings of my Qiankun Sword Sect!"
"So what?"
Fang Chen looked at the other person quietly, with no fear in his eyes, and some were just indifferent.
"Junior, if people are too crazy, they will easily fall and fall."
Xuanxian from Kunlun Sword Sect suddenly spoke.
"I want to kill all the Yuanying surnamed Wu of Kunlun Sword Sect. If you have the ability, please tell them to hide and not show their heads."
Fang Chen looked at the other party and suddenly chuckled.
The Xuanxian of Kunlun Sword Sect's expression suddenly changed, staring at Fang Chen with a gloomy face. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Zhenlong said lazily:
"What are you talking about? We are here to ask the sword. Do you think we are here to bring you warmth? Fighting and killing will inevitably lead to death and injury. If you don't dare to fight, shut up and whine?"
He looked at the Qiankun Sword Sect: "Do you dare to fight? You dare to fight and take your disciples back. Don't be embarrassed outside. Just like you, you still want to leave our Xuxian Sword Sect here today? ”
The expression of the Qiankun Sword Sect changed again and again, as if a breath of depression was blocked in his chest and it was difficult to spit it out.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in white robe slowly walked out of the mountain gate of Qiankun Sword Sect. He was covered in snow-white clothes, and even the hair accessories on his head were white, as if they were made of some kind of white jade.
Everyone's expressions were shocked, and a serious look flashed in their eyes.
It is rumored that the Immortal King Ancestor of the Qiankun Sword Sect likes to dress up like this!
"We'll pay homage to the ancestor!"
The mysterious immortal from Qiankun Sword Sect moved his expression and immediately led everyone to salute.
The Xuanxian of Kunlun Sword Sect was not rude and bowed with fists.
"No need to be too polite, no need to be too polite."
The middle-aged man in white smiled and waved his hand, then looked at Wang Zhenlong: "True Dragon, why haven't you seen him for many years, and you still have such a temper?"
"Ha, Zhenlong has met Senior Ke."
Wang Zhenlong squeezed out a strong smile on his face and hugged his fists.
"Oh, don't be so polite. The old sword immortal you used to bring you here to visit, and you have never seen you be so polite to me. Now you shouldn't be so polite."
The middle-aged man in white smiled and shook his head, then sighed softly: "I never thought that the last time I parted, it turned out to be the last time I had left with the old sword immortal. If I had known this, I would have visited Xuxian Sword Sect a few days ago. It’s better to talk about swordsmanship with him again.”
After saying that, the middle-aged man in white looked at Fang Chen and said with a smile:
"Your swordsmanship is so strange, it seems to be different from the inheritance of the Xuxian Sword Sect. Could it be that the old sword immortal gave you some kind of teaching method alone?
Yes, if this is the case, you should have such arrogance. If the Kunlun Sword Sect was not successfully promoted to the ancestor of the sect, its strength would be far inferior to that of the old sword immortal, and it is worthy of your pride."
Speaking of this, he suddenly changed his subject: "But, kid, do you know the reason for forgiveing others when you have to? I am equivalent to a sword cultivator, so you should understand the meaning of it."
As he spoke, a faint aura swept away towards Fang Chen. No one seemed to sense it except Fang Chen.
Fang Chen frowned slightly. The next moment, an old man appeared in front of him and smiled at the middle-aged man in white:
"Xiao Ke, what were you just talking about?"
The aura that was invisible and vague after Mr. Xun appeared, disappeared and turned into nothingness.
The middle-aged man in white looked slightly stiff.
The monks nearby looked at each other, Xiao Ke?
Who is this old man who appeared inexplicably? How dare you call the Immortal King Ancestor of Qiankun Sword Sect this way!? This chapter has been completed!