Chapter 47 Flying Sword!
"After being inspired by that old monk... has my 'White Tiger Seven Killings Evil Skill' been fully perfected?"
Fang Xian looked at the three-eyed evil-patterned white tiger behind him and frowned slightly.
At this time, whenever he went out, people would definitely mistake him for a white tiger spirit, the legendary monster.
"What's the use of this manifested white tiger?"
He looked at the masters around him and the innate warriors who were taking several steps back, and he roughly understood.
"It's oppression! Mental oppression amplified dozens of times!"
"Under the pressure of my White Tiger manifestation, the Grandmaster will be fine, but the innate master will probably feel very uncomfortable... let alone ordinary warriors, who may not dare to stand in front of me. As for ordinary people... they may be frightened to death."
"It may seem that this is of little use to masters of the same level, but it is just like mowing the grass when dealing with ordinary people or even the army... Moreover, the range of the White Tiger's threat is at least one thousand meters... This is a strategic-level deterrent!"
Originally, even a grandmaster would be exhausted to death if he was surrounded by a 100,000-strong army and restrained by a large number of grandmasters or innate masters.
But now, this kind of thing cannot happen to Fang Xian!
Once the three-eyed evil-patterned white tiger is activated, it is simply a magical weapon to clear the field!
"You all... come together!"
Fang Xian was full of passion and with a roar, he rushed towards the leaders of the six major sects.
He put his five fingers together and suddenly threw out a fist.
White Tiger Seven Killing Fist!
As he moved, the translucent white tiger behind him made the same move and pounced on him.
"Big Ice Soul Claw!"
"Vajra Primordial Body!"
"Tianhe Sword Technique!"
"Ape Demon Mixing Stick!"
"Golden Light Palm!"
"Zhenwu Sword!"
The six great masters immediately fought back, displaying many of their innate skills.
But it's no use!
The shed exploded, and the leaders of the six major sects inside vomited blood and flew back at the same time.
The four people including Changbai Sword Master, Xinchan Master, Red Ape Sect Master and Bingpo Fairy were either too weak or injured and were in the most miserable state, with most of them unconscious.
Master Lieyan and Master Zhenwu, who were standing, also had pale faces as they stared at the devil-like figure.
Outside the field, the innate masters who were watching widened their eyes.
"No way... one person defeated six grandmasters?"
Zhou Wuming almost lost the ability to think: " Could it be ..."
“Grandmaster!”
Xie Kun said solemnly: "Since the death of Madman Chu, a Grandmaster has finally emerged from the side sects and he is a 20-year-old Grandmaster..."
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"Ah... let's go..."
Yu Longjiao originally thought that she would be very excited when she saw Fang Xian display his supernatural power and defeat the masters of the six major sects.
But at this moment, I was filled with a feeling of boredom.
"If Yuan Wu dares to offend Dami, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Guan Sheng and Linghu followed behind Fang Xian, their hearts filled with joy.
With Fang Xian's breakthrough, the originally turbulent situation was immediately stabilized.
The four of them quickly descended Baiyun Mountain. Fang Xian suddenly pressed his eyebrows, his expression slightly changed: "You go back first... I'm going to get the reward I deserve!"
The battle between grandmasters naturally has its rewards.
That will determine the outcome of the war between the two countries!
And now, the four great masters representing the Dhamo Kingdom have won and they have the right to take the life of Emperor Yuanwu who led the army in person!
"you……"
Yu Longjiao's expression changed, as if she understood something: "Be careful!"
The only person who can move a grandmaster is another grandmaster!
Behind the six major sects, there are also the Brahma and Taoism sects!
Although this is just a battle between masters, there may also be grand masters to support.
Fang Xian had already sensed something, and if he said he was going to kill Emperor Yuanwu, he would have to rescue the enemy while attacking, lure the enemy away, and give them a chance to escape!
In fact, he himself knew clearly that a few masters of the outer sects could not attract much attention from the grand master.
As long as you separate yourself from them, you can basically guarantee your safety.
"Take care!"
Guan Sheng and Linghu also bowed in greeting and left quickly.
They also didn't expect that the two grand masters would be so shameless!
But Fang Xian didn't care.
No one stipulates that masters must have good character. Those two were able to set traps and lure Chu Kuangren to his death, so what else would they not dare to do?
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In the woods.
Fang Xian said goodbye to the three masters, and his figure disappeared in an instant like a fleeting shadow.
His mind was open, yet he still felt alert and repressed, as if some life-or-death crisis was about to occur!
laugh!
Suddenly, a clear sound was heard in the void.
An infinite sharp edge suddenly attacked from the sky and reached Fang Xian's forehead in the blink of an eye!
In an instant, his cervical vertebrae made a sharp crackling sound, and his neck twisted to an incredible angle, avoiding the light.
puff!
The next moment, an ancient tree behind him slowly fell down and was actually broken in half, with the wound being as smooth as a mirror.
Fang Xian raised his spirits to the highest level and stared at his surroundings intently.
He saw the culprit, a green light.
After cutting off the ancient tree, the green light drew a graceful arc in the air, accelerated again, and flew towards him!
"Seven Tigers Destroy the World!"
The seven acupoints in Fang Xian's body exploded at the same time, his physical fitness reached the limit, and he punched out.
But the green light suddenly changed direction in mid-air, like a peerless swordsman who avoided the trajectory of the sword being swept by the fist wind and instead cut his wrist.
Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!
A life-or-death moment.
Fang Xian moved his feet quickly, rolled over like a lazy donkey, and moved several meters away.
There was a round hole on the trees in front of him, as if they were pierced by something.
At the same time, a cut appeared on his arm and blood oozed out.
This green light can cut through iron like mud and is indestructible!
"That's... a sword? A flying sword!"
In the fight just now, Fang Xian finally saw clearly what was inside the green light.
It was a thin flying sword, only about a foot long!
Fang Xian had long thought that he would be ambushed, so he would not be surprised even if two great masters, a monk and a Taoist priest, appeared at the same time.
But he never expected that he would encounter the legendary 'sword-wielding technique'!
The swordsman was hiding somewhere and did not show up. Instead, he used the flying sword to deal with him!
This is really amazing.
After all, the flying sword was extremely fast and could cut through iron like mud, and no matter how he attacked, he couldn't hurt the sword master at all.
In the end, you will definitely be the loser!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After figuring out everything, Fang Xian suddenly laughed out loud: "Sure enough, the higher you stand, the more beautiful the scenery you can see!"
Ordinary people and even innate masters just treat flying swords as stories.
Only when he reached his level of status did he finally know that there was such a thing as "sword-wielding technique" in this world.
This is exactly what he had been looking for! Higher levels, more secrets!
“Let’s fight!”
Seeing the flying sword turning in mid-air and about to kill him again, a three-eyed white tiger with evil patterns suddenly appeared behind Fang Xian.
Roar!
A tiger roared in the forest, and a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly spread far away...
