Chapter 44: Yuan Yibai Sword (Third, I want to recommend a monthly ticket)
"The disciples of this generation are pretty good. You can follow Cangsheng Road, and inherit the ancestors. This is the nephew of Han Shi.
In the main hall of the school palace, the voice of a woman sounded like a silver bell, cold and majestic.
Hanfang sat at the peak of the god of gods. In the palace of Cangsheng Dao, three generations of disciples with supreme authority. At this time, if the mouse saw the cat.
At this time, when I heard it, I was grateful for a little gift: "Uncle's reputation!"
The uncle shouted in his mouth, but in this hall, there was no other person except him.
I don't know where the woman's voice came from.
"It's your credit, why do you need to be modest? You have always been arrogant. When will you start to learn the Confucian guys and become a gentleman?"
Another female voice suddenly sounded, but it was full of ridicule.
The face of the Korean side is bland, and it is unwilling to ignore it.
The original calm female voice continued: "Although this Cangsheng Dao Palace is well been operated by you. But you practice yourself, but it is worse. You have less than 400 years.
I am afraid that it is difficult to maintain your life. Brother Li, Brother Li, now there is only you, but you will have to be inherited. After three years, I will let you make Master Lin and host you.
Daogong- ""
Han Fang is ashamed of his eyes, but his eyebrows are a bit relaxed.
Finally, I was lucky. Before the tide of spirit, I met Shi Ruolan. The girl's qualifications were inherited.
It wasn't until the last sentence, and the Korean side frowned again: "My Cangsheng Taoist elite, all in the outer domain. But in this cloud world, it is fundamental. I do n’t know if the uncle can be widened for a while?
From the beginning, the chaos is imminent, and the Korean side is really rest assured. This is also a disciple, the obstacle of the Taoism- "
"Huh? You look at yourself high, I really think that if you have no South Korean side, this life is bound to collapse?"
With a cold hum, although so, the female voice never said anything. In the fact, she changed with a bit of dissatisfaction: "This guard, is this so abundant?
I am always talented, but I am so fooled, how can I take this, how can I take my sister's mantle? Han Fang's nephew, how do you adjust it? "
In terms of Korean, it is cold sweat. Looking at it, it is a cloud of clouds and light. It appears in the inside. It is the situation of Zong Shou several people.
Zong Yuan's weak water, even with a few escort, is fighting desperately. But Zong Shou is only above the French altar, sitting leisurely,
For a few consecutive days, this is the case. This kid has not even lifted his hands. But it is always easy to get the head of the record.
This time, the elite disciples were summoned back to clear the river. This is to let the Cangshengmenmen. In front of these two uncle, they have the opportunity to do what they have learned.
As a result, this was listed as the most important person in the inspection goal. However, they were staring at them for seven days, and they did not have the hands.
Even if the Korean side is itchy, I don't know what to say in front of these two uncle.
Cold sweat on the face. Fortunately, the Korean side is already familiar with the responsibility of pushing the responsibility, and it is amazing.
"It's because the Master told me not to interfere too much with Junior Brother. Moreover, Senior Brother Zong is now one rank higher than me, Han Fang, in the Xuanming Golden Book -"
"Wei Xu?"
He snorted again, but he didn't have much dissatisfaction: "That guy introduced this child to my senior sister, which is quite filial."
Han Fang's stomach suddenly hurt with laughter, thinking about Junior Brother Wei Xu, he didn't know how much he regretted it at this moment.
The female voice then continued: "Are you sure that the heavy snowfall in the cloud world a few days ago was related to him? The Condensation Technique was so long that you saw light and darkness in one body, unable to see or perceive?"
"Exactly! Disciples don't dare to lie!"
Han Fang nodded, and the entire main hall was silent for a moment.
After a moment, the slightly soft voice sounded again, and said with a chuckle: "This Zong Shou has been watching for seven days to no avail. But this Zong Yuan is weak and has extraordinary qualifications. His future achievements may not be inferior.
It’s not bad for you and my disciple. If you stay with him, sooner or later he will lead you to evil——"
The last two sentences were said with a bit of kindness.
"Huh? This kid is actually a descendant of the Lu family. Combining the flames of Burning Sky with the power of thunder, what a composite spiritual method!"
Han Fang looked carefully and found that at some point, Zong Shou and the others had been surrounded by a tide of beasts.
The black flames are spreading around. The beating purple thunder is constantly blasting the beasts into pieces.
I couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this guy finally did it himself.
Although it is a spiritual method, it is not always the best swordsmanship, but looking at the power of this compound spiritual method, I can finally explain it to these two master uncles.
After watching quietly for a moment, the beast wave was killed by a compound spiritual method that Zong Shou randomly named Lei Lie Qianhua. Then another ninth-level liger beast appeared, and a sound was immediately heard in the hall.
A silvery chuckle.
No matter how Han Fang listened, he felt that there was some gloating in this laughter.
Thinking it was his own misunderstanding, Han Fang tentatively said: "Although Master Zong's swordsmanship can compete with the ninth level, it is still a step behind the ninth level. I am afraid that he is not the opponent of this liger beast, do you want to help him?"
"Just sit back and watch! The way of spiritual practice also requires self-awareness. Acting without scruples, knowing that you are not as strong as you, but still insisting on provoking powerful enemies, one day, you will suffer a big loss——"
The steady female voice sounded next. But it seemed to be like the previous voice, with a hint of smile.
"Anyway, it's better to let him suffer first! I also want to see what the swordsman genius who is praised by both you and Wei Xu is really capable of!"
Han Fang was silent, although he knew that it was not Zong Shou who provoked a powerful enemy. However, Han Fang was not stupid enough to defend Zong Shou.
Seeing this disciple's misfortune actually makes me feel quite happy.
Then the next moment, the two female voices let out a cry of surprise at the same time. Han Fang also looked stunned, and his whole body was covered with sweat.
Looking carefully into the cloud-light illusion mirror, I saw Zong Shou's aura suddenly changed.
A pressure from the original level filled the air, and not only the ninth-level liger beast took a step back in fear.
Even he, who was looking at it through a cloud-light illusion mirror across several ravines in time and space, was also surprised.
And in an instant, the picture in front of him completely disappeared and turned into darkness.
After another forty breath, there was another dazzling white light. Even if Han Fang had a strong cultivation level, he did not want to look directly at it, so he closed his eyes slightly.
There was a dead silence in the entire main hall of the academy.
After a moment, a calm female voice sounded out: "Infinite light and endless darkness, that's it! No wonder there is heavy snow in the cloud world, no wonder the north walls of those Buddhist temples collapsed. In this world, someone actually opened another door
A new path——"
"Infinite light, endless darkness?"
Han Fang was startled and repeated in a low voice. When the voice came out, he felt that a sudden surge was surging in the core of heaven and earth, within the origin of the world, as if it was responding.
Straightening his back, Han Fang continued to focus on the phantom of cloud light in front of him, waiting for the white light to subside.
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Silent, all sounds were swallowed up.
When Zong Shou wielded the spiritual sword and slashed down the ninth-level liger from the sky, he first felt his right hand suffocate slightly, and then in a thousandth of an instant, he slashed the lower body.
, I don’t know if it was the golden light shield or the magical power of the purple gold shield that was completely swallowed up.
Then there was no longer any obstacle, and he slashed at the body of the liger, which was trying its best to dodge.
The darkness filled the air, and almost silently, it swallowed up a large amount of flesh and blood, turning it into pure essence, filling the sword.
When it can no longer absorb any more, Zong Shou's sword technique switches again.
The Dharma reflected on the sword body also changed. From darkness to light, all the absorbed essence was released. Then he slashed down with another sharp sword!
"Yuan Yibai Sword!"
Countless white lights and countless spiritual energies were released suddenly, completely filling the nearly collapsed space!
And this time, the sound of the sword clashing with flesh and blood was heard again.
"boom!"
A loud sound suddenly filled the entire boundary river. When the white light faded, the vision of everyone here recovered again, and then they were completely stunned in place.
I saw that the ninth-level liger beast had completely disappeared. There were only pieces of flesh and blood that were blown to pieces and scattered.
All flesh, flesh, and bones were turned into powder under these two swords!
And Zhao Yanran also took a breath of cold air.
Is this the power of the black and white holes? Even a ninth-level liger cannot stop the two swords?
The white tiger descendant had bones all over his body that were as fine as steel, but he was instantly shattered! How powerful must these two swords be?
When Zong Shoufa first came into being, he actually had such magical powers. The two small black and white balls and many star points that were mapped to his own soul turned out to be such perverted things——
Zong Yuan and others also looked at Zong Shou in surprise. However, they were already used to it, so they were not as surprised as Zhao Yanran.
After two sword blows, the sword in Zong Shou's hand was also disintegrating. Unable to withstand the impact of the flesh and blood energy, it turned into pieces of metal and sand.
The Dharmakaya's true form could not be maintained either. These two swords almost drained all his soul power.
His expression was even more solemn. After returning his soul to his body, he held a spare seventh-level spirit sword in his hand. The soul sword also flew out suddenly and merged with the spirit sword in his hand.
Exudes a cool glow.
He looked at the spiritual mist in front of him with a vigilant expression.
And just a few breaths later, another spirit beast with a breath as high as nine levels and a pair of huge bat wings slowly stepped out.
At the same time, in the void, a woman's figure suddenly stood up. Her eyes were full of surprise, and she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
"Holy King?"
Could it be that I saw it wrong? Or is there an oversight in the way of heaven? It is impossible for that guy to be related to the sage among kings -