On the way back from the sect master's cave, Yuan Futu met the disciple of Lianyaolu who had just left Wan'er's mansion. After some inquiries, he learned that the sword master of Lianyaolu had just treated Lin Waner's injuries in person, and now she had taken the medicine
After taking the elixir, he fell into a deep sleep.
Wang Cannian, the sword master of the Medicine Refining House, is a man with profound knowledge in alchemy. Although he is not as famous as Xiaonan's Lingbao casting skills in the imperial court, he has also refined many high-grade elixirs.
, for example, the Tianxuan **** that first helped Yuan Futu awaken the Yuan Shenhai came from his hands, so it would be best for him to personally treat Lin Wan'er's injuries.
Yuan Futu didn't want to disturb Lin Wan'er, so he returned to the attic in the bamboo forest alone, and swallowed a few pills to restore the soul. In a few hours, he would face the most powerful inner sect in this sword debate conference.
Disciple Pang De, and Pang De already knew Yuan Futu's ability to teleport and the power of the Xuan Chong Sword, and must have made preparations beforehand, so defeating him was almost a miracle.
At this moment, Yuan Futu was thinking hard about how to defeat Pang De, trying to combine all his skills. Even if his level of strength was very different, it might not be impossible to win by surprise. However, a sword shadow suddenly appeared in the depth of his mind.
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This sword shadow was red in color, but there was no smell of fire element at all. The color seemed to be infected by blood, and it seemed that the strong smell of blood could be smelled in the nose.
At the same time, a monstrous murderous intent seeped out from inside.
Yuan Futu's heart trembled, and he thought to himself: "It's the killing sword on the Tianxuan cliff. I didn't expect that the sword's intention has been deeply imprinted in my heart." He did not resist, feeling the killing sword's power.
With his sword intent, he felt that murderous intent seemed to seep out from forty-eight thousand pores, and his whole body was enveloped in a mist of blood.
Hate the world and kill all the people, this opinion was deeply rooted in his mind.
Yuan Futu felt tight in his chest and out of breath, and his consciousness was turbulent, as if he was about to be torn apart by this murderous intention. He exclaimed in surprise: "What a powerful murderous intention. I'm afraid that if you are not careful, it will be infected. In the end,
Lose your mind and become a bloodthirsty madman who only knows how to kill!"
If you want to practice killing swords, you must have an extremely powerful mind and thoughts. Those without great perseverance will only be counterattacked by this sword intent. Even if they do not become a murderous madman, the violent murderous intent in their hearts will surge, and their temperament will increase.
A big change, just like when Pang De fought against Xiao Heng, if Shen Wuyu hadn't stopped him, he would have killed Xiao Heng on the spot with murderous intent.
"Okay, let's see if you eat me or I eat you!"
Of course, Yuan Futu would not let the murderous intention grow in his heart. He immediately gathered his mind and concentrated on visualizing the sword shadow. While absorbing the overwhelming murderous intention inside, he also divided his mind to prevent the murderous intention from invading his body.
Gradually, the sword shadow turned from virtual to real, and the blood on it became thicker. It looked like a long sword made of solidified blood, gradually sinking, and finally suspended in the sky above the Yuanshen Sea.
At the same time, the brave sword with fearless sword intent and the wise sword of Heibafang gradually appeared, and the three sword shadows of different colors slowly rotated with the life bead as the core.
He didn't know how long it took before the bloody mist that enveloped Yuan Buddha gradually dissipated. When he opened his eyes, he found that the sky was already turning white. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and said in a deep voice: "It's finally here!"
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This day is the final decisive battle of the Tianxuan Sword Sect's Sword Discussion Conference. However, in the past final battles, the strength of the two men was almost the same. Unlike this time, there was a huge difference in realm, so the disciples of the inner and outer sects also
I don't want to place a bet on this. After all, Pang De has the right time, location, and people. He has been recognized as the most promising disciple of the Sword Sect, so it is natural for him to enter the Sword Tomb.
At this time, Pang De had already stepped onto the ring. He was wearing a blue robe, with a majestic appearance and handsome appearance. He was very popular with the female disciples. Even if they knew that he was a playboy who didn't wipe his mouth after eating, they still felt uncomfortable.
The young disciple is willing to lean on him.
After breaking through the Dharma God realm, Pang De's strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Especially after recent days of retreat, he has become more pure in condensing thunder spells and killing swords. Looking at the entire inner sect disciples, he is considered the best.
In a few years, you can challenge the third floor of the sword tower and officially become the sword master.
Sword Twelve, the two elders and the sword master are sitting above, waiting for the sword discussion to begin.
Xiaonan stood under the ring and warned Yuan Futu: "Everything must be done within your ability. Wan'er's behavior yesterday is not advisable. If your life bead is damaged, you will no longer be able to cast spiritual treasures in the future."
The most lacking thing these days is talented people. Yuan Futu is simply the most suitable successor to Xiao Nan. If anything happens to him, the sword master of the Sword Making House will definitely regret it for the rest of his life.
Yuan Futu nodded slightly and said, "How is Wan'er?"
Xiao Nan said: "She should still be resting in the mansion. A broken birth bead consumes a lot of energy. It's okay if she doesn't come to watch the battle, so as not to distract you."
"As long as she's fine." Yuan Futu took a deep breath, turned around and walked onto the ring. For a moment, countless applause rang out, shaking the world. He seemed to have been named an idol in the eyes of thousands of outer disciples, and he was naturally quite popular.
welcome.
"It's so noisy!"
The applause was thunderous, but Pang De's face gradually turned cold. With a move of his shoulders, a bolt of thunder essence shot up into the sky, transforming into a phantom of a swimming dragon rising up in the void. Deafening dragon roars were heard in bursts. In an instant,
The whole place was shocked and fell into silence.
Jian Twelve saw the dragon shadow entering the sky and said with a smile: "Pang De's talent is outstanding. His true energy is so strong just after he stepped into the realm of the God of Law. I think it won't be long before he can challenge the Tongtian Sword Tower. He will definitely have a bright future in the future."
Shen Wuyu felt proud when he heard the sect master's praise. Although he knew that Yuan Futu's body contained a chaotic spiritual treasure that could change the fate of the entire imperial court, he still had some wishful thinking about defeating the powerful Pang De, so he did not
Without worrying about this, he said humbly: "If Pound is lucky enough to win the first prize and obtain the inheritance from the Sword Sect's predecessors in the Sword Tomb, then it will be easy to challenge the three-story sword tower, and our Sword Sect will have one more sword master in the future."
Nangong Qiu Shui listened to these words, and her face was as dark as water. To her, it is not important whether Qingxuan can inherit and become the sword master. Her unique talent in the dark element is already a great gift. As long as someone can
It is enough to pass on the Netherworld Xuanyin Sword and inherit her mantle.