Chapter 95 Sword like thunder sound (1200 plus, ask for monthly ticket)
"this……"
The three-smiling monk below was shocked.
Although Old Taoist Zhu Yun is not as good as him in cultivation, he is still a master who has attained the third level of alchemy and has acquired the true swordsmanship from Mount Shu.
Why was he knocked over with just one sword strike?
With a wave of his sleeve, the Sanyang Yiqi Sword flew out and turned into three golden lights, firmly protecting the four little ones.
"This sword light looks familiar!"
Gu Daoxian looked at this scene and felt inexplicably familiar, and his buttocks began to hurt slightly.
"This is... Fire Dragon Sword!"
Old Taoist Zhuyun, regardless of his own disgrace, cried out.
"Haha... The red sun is surging, the sea of clouds is rising and falling, Master Hongri has seen you all."
Fang Xian was dressed in a scarlet Taoist robe with long sleeves fluttering. He walked to the front of Mingwang Temple, waved his hand, and collected the Fire Dragon Sword in mid-air: "Just now, my Fire Dragon Sword sensed hostility, so I cut it on my own and accidentally injured Dao.
Friend, I’m really sorry…”
Although he was apologizing, Master Zhuyun wished there was a gap in the ground so he could get in.
Even the Ancient Taoist Immortal was worried: "You defeated Uncle Zhuyun with one strike of your flying sword. Doesn't that mean you didn't use your full strength at all? We are both three immortals, so the gap is so big? Just because you are
The first of the three immortals?'
"You... formed a pill?"
Monk Three Smiles is worthy of being a master of elixir, and he saw the most crucial point at a glance.
"Exactly!"
Fang Xian laughed loudly, and a red sun appeared behind him, accompanied by a sea of clouds.
"It's still a first-grade elixir!"
Monk Sanxiao was extremely surprised, and Master Zhuyun even opened his mouth wide, like a toad struck by lightning.
For a loose immortal in the realm of supernatural power to condense the golden elixir, it will take at least decades of hard work. Some may not be able to cross this threshold for hundreds of years and can only sit down and die.
But how can this kid achieve magical powers faster than he can?
The two looked at each other, feeling extremely helpless.
Don’t regret it!
Once the golden elixir is completed, you can no longer change your cultivation method.
In other words, even if Fang Xian joins the Shushan Sword Sect at this time, he can only be a first-class guest elder.
Their mood at this time was as if the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl they liked suddenly got married and had a child.
The cooked duck suddenly flew away.
How can one be so melancholy?
Monk Sanxiao was even more frightened. He didn't know why things developed like this, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Three immortals and two heroes, Shushan will be prosperous. This is the promise made by our red eyebrow immortal himself. It will never be wrong. Why now?"
Such twists and turns? Could it be that... the weather has changed?"
As a cultivator of the Xuanmen sect, what he fears most is changes in the heavenly secrets, subverting the original general trend.
"No, no, the ancestor's calculation will not be wrong."
However, Master Zhuyun thought of something else: "Perhaps... the head of the three immortals should not have entered Shushan in this generation and have to go through the catastrophe of reincarnation?"
For ascetics, the concept of time is different from that of ordinary people, and decades are not the same thing.
But when I thought about it again, it was as if a layer of cold water had been poured on me: "The reincarnated predecessors in the past have either encountered disasters, or their elixirs have become low-grade, and there is no hope for the road. They have to start over again in order to build a superior foundation... The elixir has become a first-grade,
It’s a hell of a life, unless it’s destiny!”
After all, Monk Sanxiao was still a master of Taoism. He managed to recover and said congratulations: "Congratulations to my fellow Taoist for achieving a first-grade elixir. There is hope for the great road."
"Thank you... I wonder why you two and these children came to visit us?"
Fang Xian greeted Zhu Yingzi with a smile and glanced at the four children one by one.
Gu Daoxian unconsciously lowered his head and hid behind Monk Sanxiao.
"This... is for the purpose of destroying Grandma Green who is trapped in the hollow of White Bone Mountain. After all, there are some causes and effects that need to be resolved... It is also an experience for the juniors."
Of course, Monk Sanxiao would not say that he came mainly to recruit Fang Xian and was just humiliating himself at this time.
"It turns out to be Grandma Lu. This matter actually started under my sect. It should be resolved by me!"
Fang Xian laughed.
At this time, he was extremely enlightened and seemed to have some understanding of his swordsmanship. He immediately raised his hand and flew out the Fire Dragon Sword.
Sigh!
This flying sword suddenly channeled the spirit, turned into a red rainbow, and disappeared.
The next moment, the sound of a sword cutting through the air was heard.
This is because the sword light is faster than the sound, so the sword light is seen first and then the sound is heard.
"The sword is like the sound of thunder, traveling thousands of miles in an instant?"
Monk Sanxiao said solemnly.
"good!"
Part of Fang Xian's spiritual thoughts were attached to the Fire Dragon Sword, and they had traveled thousands of miles in an instant and arrived at the hollow of White Bone Mountain.
At this time, Grandma Lu happened to be absorbing the essence of Yimu in a dense forest outside. She was still thinking bitterly in her heart: "The Shushan Sword Sect has bullied others too much. They killed grandma's disciples and snatched grandma's Golden Silkworm Sword... Waiting for grandma to go."
The cave master borrowed the white-bone yin-yang sword to make those juniors look good. Do you really think that we old fairies don't dare to eat people?'
Suddenly, there was a flash of sword light in front of her eyes, and the fire dragon sword appeared like breaking the void, and slashed out with one sword.
Hurry up!
This sword appears like lightning and flint, so fast that people may not be able to react.
The clothes on Grandma Lu's body exploded and turned into layers of Yimu essence, but they were broken by the sword light. This was the magical power of the 'Sword Light Breaking Technique'!
The next moment, the Fire Dragon Sword pierced Grandma Green's seventeen or eight holes. One of the golden elixirs in particular was crushed to pieces by the sword's light, and then died.
All this happened in an instant. The disciples of Grandma Lu next to them first saw Grandma Lu being killed with a sword, and then heard the sound of the sword piercing the air, and they all stayed there.
After a long time, a little demon said tremblingly: "Grandma...Grandma is dead?"
…
In Mingwang Temple, only a dozen breaths passed from the time Fang Xian flicked his flying sword to the time the flying sword came back.
Thousands of miles away, flying swords to pick off people's heads is like picking out objects from a bag!
'This is actually the result of the combination of my three magical powers of swordsmanship... I can't fly so fast without a sword like the sound of thunder. And if the flying sword cannot channel spirits and the spiritual consciousness cannot be attached to it, it will be easy to kill the wrong person.
He killed the person, and finally, the sword light broke the spell, and instantly cut off the protective spell on Grandma Green...'
In a formal fight, Fang Xian may not be able to kill him so easily even if Grandma Lu protects her whole body first.
The reason why I was able to kill this golden elixir was because of a sneak attack with a flying sword!
The sword sounded like thunder, killing in an instant. No matter what magic weapon or spell was on him, it would be difficult to cast it.
To resist such a killing move, you can only rely on your body's magic weapon or magical power that can channel the protector!
It's a pity that Grandma Green didn't have a single thing on her body, so she was beheaded like this.
The others were still confused. Monk Sanxiao was the only one who saw some clues. He said in a voiceless voice: "Have you killed Grandma Lu?"
"Exactly."
Fang Xian stroked his sword and smiled, answering calmly.
Monk Three Smiles was immediately speechless.
He thought to himself that he was also a peerless genius in the golden elixir, with sharp flying swords and the true inheritance of the Shushan sword sect. However, he had never achieved the realm of swords as thunderous and could not display such magical powers. He felt a chill in his heart: 'What if he
To assassinate the old monk in this way, the monk has three yang and one Qi sword to protect the master, so he is not afraid. But with such magical power, the old monk seems to be unable to fight head-on...'