A sudden sword attack made Dongfang Fan mentally shocked, and he used the soulless sword to block. Immediately, two sets of top-notch sword techniques confronted each other. Dongfang Fan, as the one who responded to the attack, was suppressed from the beginning, and the surrounding people were suppressed from the beginning.
The people were shocked by the sudden sword fight and immediately retreated ten meters away to give up their position.
The two of them fought, and in the blink of an eye, there were already several moves coming and going. Dongfang Fan became more and more frightened as they fought: The man in front of him seemed to be doing random moves, but they were all in response to Fenghui Sword Technique. There was no sword power on his body, and his sword intention was ethereal.
, However, it is this unadorned indifference that proves that the other party is still able to suppress Dongfang Fan at this time!
"I have never felt like this even when I fought against Ximen Wujian... I can't defeat this person... Maybe, I won't be able to defeat him in this life... Although I am unwilling... but..." Dongfang Fan gritted his teeth and used his moves.
Against the enemy, even though the soulless sword was unsheathed, he could even use Zhan Lu with the "Sword Heart to Control Demons", let alone this sword?
After nearly a hundred moves, the scholar swordsman's feet did not move, but at this moment he took a step, and the three-foot green lotus sword rose into the air and circled around him. Immediately, the strange phenomenon of the green lotus opening appeared!
"Be careful." The scribe swordsman muttered softly, took the Qinglian Sword, and slashed out with one sword, which was powerful enough to break through!
"Zhanlu Sword Technique: Thousand Miles of Dust!" Dongfang Fan could feel the extraordinary power of the opponent's move. The sword moved with a thought, and sixty-four sword auras gathered and attached themselves to the soulless sword. He responded to the move and slashed away.
——
"bite!"
After the exchange of moves, Dongfang Fan's swords were scattered in all directions. The scholar swordsman was not harmed at all. He raised his sword and attacked. Taking another step, Qinglian Sword made another unknown sword move, and the power of the strike was even greater than before!
"Zhanlu Sword Jue: Mountains and rivers are missing!"
Scattered sword gangs responded to the sword tactics and blocked all blind spots around the scribe swordsman. The people around him retreated another twenty meters, and there were more and more onlookers——
Zhanlu Sword Technique should be used with the Zhanlu Sword to exert 100% of its power. It is only 50% of the power when it is empty-handed. It can exert about 70% of its power when holding other swords. However, this 70% of the power is
He was like air under the scribe's sword, but he was indifferent to the swords around him. The Qinglian Sword continued unabated, cutting off seven or eight swords one after another, and forced himself in front of Dongfang Fan, causing the latter to
He could only block with his sword horizontally, but was knocked back two steps by the tyrannical force of the Qinglian Sword!
"Zhanlu Sword Technique: Qingtianhoutu!"
"Zhanlu Sword Technique: A Flash of Light!"
The four Zhanlu Sword Techniques were broken one by one. Dongfang Fan felt that his mind was blank. The Forbidden Martial Arts of Gods and Demons took a little longer, and the person in front of him was attacking very fast. He had already exhausted all his strength just to deal with it. How could he still spare time?
Come and draw eighty-one sacred texts?
"Who is this person? With such swordsmanship, his origin must be extraordinary... Among the first generation nine swords, I have never seen the only one who is the first generation sword god... Could it be that this person is..." Dongfang Fan felt more and more powerless as he fought.
The other party can no longer be distinguished by the gap between one or two realms.
The scholar-swordsman took four steps to decipher Dongfang Fan's Four Sword Techniques. With the fifth step, Qinglian reappeared, the sword energy broke through the air, and he slashed down with one blow. Dongfang raised the sword's crossbar and attacked with great force. Dongfang Fan was double
His feet suddenly sank three inches into the ground.
Taking the sixth step, the blade of the sword thrust forward and hit the scabbard of the Soulless Sword, pushing Dongfang Fan back more than twenty meters in one fell swoop.
Taking the seventh step, he shrunk to the ground, covering a distance of more than twenty meters in one step, and appeared in front of Dongfang Fan. He swung his sword at an angle, but the latter couldn't react in time, so he took three more steps back.
Taking the eighth step, the sword was filled with brilliance, the golden flower bloomed, and struck the soulless sword hard, causing the sword to break away from Dongfang Fan's hand and fall to the feet of the scribe swordsman.
Taking the ninth step, the originally peaceful and extraordinary sword intent was tainted with a killing intent. The Qinglian Sword restrained all the sword brilliance and power, and the sword edge slowly stretched towards Dongfang Fan. The latter knew the danger, but no one in his body could move.
, can only let the sword tip rest on his shoulder - Dongfang Fan is facing the biggest crisis in history!
"The green lotus sword is unsheathed, and it kills one person in ten steps; my sword peaks alone, leaving no trace for thousands of miles." The scribe swordsman recited the poem, the green lotus sword was returned to the scabbard, and the moment the blade was submerged, the strong man named Maimai
Han's eyes suddenly widened and he fell to the ground dead.
At this time, Dongfang Fan regained control over his body, and there was a lot of confusion around him——
"Why did the sword seller fall to the ground and die? Who are these two swordsmen?"
The scribe swordsman waved his long sleeve, and the soulless sword flew into Dongfang Fan's hand, but he saw him clasping his fists and bowing, apologetically saying: "I, the layman Qinglian, just did it as a last resort in order to relax the vigilance of the evildoers. Among all the people present, only
Brother, my strength is worth a try, so please forgive me."
"Principal Qinglian? Not to mention the reason for being a villain, just with your strength, you don't need to spend so much effort to kill him." Dongfang Fan was stunned. This name reminded him of a person in the history of the world.
A giant in poetry.
"If you don't have the strength to move forward and lock it first, you won't be able to succeed in an instant. Although you can kill it, the innocent people around you will be in danger. Therefore, only a battle between you and me can distract its attention...
In addition, the villain's name is "Slaughter Hand Ghost Face". Within half a month, he came from thousands of miles northwest of Beixi City. Wherever he passed, he burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of crimes. The Ouye Wushuang clan also suffered from the murderous hands.
The Soulless Sword was taken away, and I tracked it all the way here, and I met this person here using the Soulless Sword to collect money." At the end of Qinglian's story, everyone around him was shocked: he was actually so close to a murderer.
!
"I see, it's no wonder. With your swordsmanship, if you really want to kill me, you won't need even ten steps... Dongfang Fan, since this sword was stolen from the Ouye clan, I will hand it over to you. I'll take the trouble."
Return the Ouye clan." Dongfang Fan no longer had any hostility towards the layman Qinglian at this time, but his heart was empty - this time the blow could be described as complete.
"This sword will be in the hands of Brother Dongfang from now on... When I rushed to the Ouye clan, there was no one alive inside or outside... And since it met Brother Dongfang here, it was a chance. If Brother Dongfang has the heart to grieve, he will bring it with him
Take this sword and go northwest a hundred miles away to a place called Smelting Village. The home of the Ouye family is located in this village. I have set up a tombstone in the backyard of the Ouye family's house. I hope you can go and pay homage.
I understand... I have something to do, so I’ll leave you alone." After saying this, layman Qinglian turned around and disappeared into the crowd...
"Dongfang Fan! He is Chunjun Sword Master! Stop him quickly! I want to become a disciple!!" The Luanre swordsmen learned his identity through Dongfang Fan's self-introduction, and the whole scene suddenly boiled. Fortunately, Dongfang Fan took advantage of the situation.
In confusion, he hid in a corner and left angrily.
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True soulless (51st grade, sword embryo): Ou Ye Wushuang's deathbed work, refined and crafted from "immortal grade Xuantian stone". When casting, the scabbard and the sword body are connected together. It is called "soulless".
The name "Don't Kill" reflects Ou Ye Wushuang's lifelong wish to forge swords and hope that the world will stop fighting.
Equipment conditions: None Weight: 4 Durability: Never damaged
Basic attributes: Defense + (grade x character level)
Attached skill: Sword into the soul (Excellent level skill, this skill can convert the defense power of basic attributes into attack power through infuriating energy, consuming 100 infuriating energy, no cooldown.)
"It's a good sword. It can even be said to be the most suitable for me to use now... It seems that it is necessary to visit the Ouye ruins..." Dongfang Fan had given up on pulling out the soulless sword. He thought: Maybe this
The soulless sword is the most complete one.
Just when Dongfang Fan was considering whether to enter the city first to gain more limelight, the three girls Long Xin'er, Fang Lin, and Xiao Qing ran towards them, each holding a pack of seedlings in their arms, with happy smiles on their faces. Even Long Xin'er
He also temporarily put away his sad face.
"Hey! Dongfang Daxia, seeing that you don't have any seedlings in your hand has aroused people's suspicion~! Did you not buy it at all, or... bought it and let some girl snatch it away? Looking at the wry smile on your face, I can
Do you understand this as acquiescing to the second statement?" Fang Lin's quirky character is clearly revealed here. If Long Xin'er had not experienced the Longmen murder case, then the two people's personalities might be exactly the same.
"Miss Fang was joking. As a foreigner, I am extremely lucky to be able to feel the lively atmosphere of this festival. Forget about the seedlings..." Dongfang Fan somewhat deliberately prevented further friendship with Fang Lin, because he knew: He
The Fang family will eventually be in a confrontational situation. As for Long Xin'er, if he asks her not to get too close to Fang Lin, it will arouse her suspicion.
"If you don't choose seedlings or plant them, how can you be considered as participating in the festival? Fortunately, I have already guessed that the Eastern Hero will be lazy, hehe." Fang Lin spread her hands at this time, and two packages of small seedlings lay quietly.
In the palm of his hand.
Fang Lin stuffed one of the packets of seedlings into Dongfang Fan's hand and said seriously: "On the Beixi Miao Festival, once you hold a seedling in your hand, it means sending blessings to everyone who sees the seedling.
If you throw them away before collective planting, all the people who are supposed to receive blessings will be plagued by misfortune~! So... Hero of the East, be a good boy and never throw away the seedlings just because you think they are troublesome!"
As Fang Lin spoke, she actually stood up on tiptoes and patted Dongfang Fan on the head - this kind of form was something that almost everyone who grew up in Beixi City experienced when they were children. It was what the elders did for them.
This statement was made up to scare playful children, but it can also be regarded as one of Beixi's customs.
Dongfang Fan didn't know what this meant, so he just thought it was a joke, and after Fang Lin slapped her on the head and "bullied the big one", she ran away with a smile...
A group of four people traveled together for more than two hours. Villagers outside the city began to gather toward the east of the city. Fang Lin immediately led everyone into the sea of people. After a while, everyone stopped walking, only to see a group of strong men covering a area of two to three hundred square meters.
A square stone tablet measuring 3 meters in height was slowly erected. This stone tablet was three meters thick. On it was written the next chapter "Feng Tian Tian" in pen and ink. It was really a huge thing!
"Sure enough, it has begun! Sister Xin'er, the Eastern Hero, you don't see this every year! The material of this stone tablet is 'diamond'. Although it is not pure, it can be immortal for thousands of years. It was originally in the city.
A piece of pure diamond 'Fengtian' has been engraved with the eager expectations of the residents of Beixi. However, since my second brother recommended the policy of "Inner and Outer Miao Festival", a second piece of "Fengtian" has become inevitable!" Fang Lin wrote for Dongfang Lin.
The two of them explained that at the same time, there were three people standing under the stone tablet: two old men and a swordsman.
"I told you! I want ten thousand taels of immortal crystals! Otherwise, I won't carve this stone tablet!" The swordsman under the stone tablet had an arrogant look on his face, his nostrils pointing to the sky, and he was arrogant.
"Niu Xianren, we have already agreed with you in advance for five thousand taels of immortal crystals. Now you ask for double the reward. We, a group of ordinary people, scraped here and there to get five thousand taels of immortal crystals. How can we get another five thousand taels of immortal crystals?"
Qian, please ask the immortal to take pity on us, Chicheng, and engrave it." An old man over seventy years old bowed to worship the swordman named Niu, while another old man beside him shook his head and turned to leave - this old man is
Today I was invited to write about the gifted writer.
"Hmph! How dare you say that? A stone tablet of this size is already a big project, and you didn't explain in advance that its thickness reached three meters! Your request still requires hollowed-out text. Ten thousand taels of immortal crystals, I still want it.
It’s too little! Don’t say that I don’t give you a choice, either, only engrave half the thickness, or only half the content, you can decide!” The swordsman surnamed Niu snorted coldly, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
Many residents of Beixi looked embarrassed. Beixi City was close to the border. They fought all year round and all the grain and grass they needed were collected from Beixi City. As a result, Beixi City's agriculture flourished and its commerce declined. Although the residents did not starve, they were not able to count.
Wealthy, if it weren't for the extraordinary significance of the Miao Festival to the people of Beixi, it would not have been possible to spend 5,000 taels of immortal crystals to invite a man named Niu Jian - this is almost the total expenditure of all residents for a year!
"How dare you, a little swordsman, pretend to be an immortal here! Return the five thousand taels of immortal crystals to the people, and I will have someone complete this important task for you!" Fang Lin stepped forward at this time and pointed at the swordsman surnamed Niu.
