Chapter 83 Demon Sword
"It's just a low-quality pill..."
Seeing the other party's magic power, Fang Xian immediately felt relieved.
His invisibility technique was so magical that even Feng Yunzi didn't notice it.
I don't know how long it took, but a magic talisman suddenly flew over and landed in front of Fang Xian, and Zhu Yun's voice came out: "The old Taoist has already saved the people, you can do it now."
"Who?"
The noise immediately alarmed Feng Yunzi.
As he roared, a wind and cloud fan appeared in his hand. With just a wave, raging sand and divine wind swept over.
"The old Taoist priest did this on purpose, didn't he?"
Under this kind of attack , Fang Xian could no longer hide, and could only use his invisibility technique and let out a long roar: "Feng Yunzi, you've committed a crime!"
The Fire Dragon Sword flew out and slashed the Wind and Cloud Fan with one strike.
This flying sword is equivalent to a magic weapon with ten levels of Tiangang restrictions, and the sword light is extremely sharp, which immediately cuts a gap in the Fengyun fan.
"Damn it! We must not let this person leave this place today, otherwise our sect will have to move away overnight..."
A strange black light suddenly emerged from Feng Yunzi's pupils, and he suddenly changed from a famous cultivator to a weird and evil person. He stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a long black snake hissed and pounced towards Fang Xian.
Just now he was using authentic magic power to fight the enemy, but this time he was using the magic skills.
His magic skill, called Xuanyin Zanpo Xiaofa, can condense Qi into a weapon and kill the soul! It is simplified from the 'Taiwu Xuanyin Zanhun Shepo Secret' of Kunlun Demon Palace. It is incredibly powerful and extremely vicious.
If an ordinary cultivator is not careful, his soul will be damaged and it will be difficult to recover.
"It's just a trifle."
Fang Xian laughed loudly, and the light of the Fire Dragon Sword surged several feet, like a red fire dragon, killing the black snake.
This is the magical power of 'Sword Light Breaking the Law'!
"Where are you from?"
Feng Yunzi shouted loudly, realizing that Fang Xian was not a simple person, and felt worried.
He knew that this true disciple from a famous and upright sect was difficult to deal with, not to mention that the other party had a flying sword, so he immediately let go and threw out thirteen golden pills.
Six of them flew towards Fang Xian, while the remaining seven protected themselves around his body, apparently fearing that they would be secretly cut by Fang Xian's sword.
Fang Xian secretly pressed the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire Mirror, sending out nine fire snakes, which easily suppressed the six golden pills and brought them in front of him.
"Boy, you've fallen into the trap."
When Feng Yunzi saw this, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly made a gesture.
The thirteen golden pills roared and each transformed into a powerful Vajra god or demon with a golden glow, grabbing towards Fang Xian.
"Sure enough, this old demon's fighting method is cunning..."
"But, no matter how many plans you make, can you block my sword?"
Fang Xian's body shook and transformed into a fire dragon, which was the great magical power of the Sky Fire Dragon!
Just with one lunge forward, several powerful Vajra gods and demons started squeaking and almost melted.
The red fire dragon broke out of the encirclement and combined with the Fire Dragon Sword. Fang Xian's body and sword became one, and he suddenly killed Feng Yunzi with one sword.
puff!
A powerful Vajra demon was split into two halves, revealing Feng Yunzi behind him.
Without waiting for the man to cast any spell, the Fire Dragon Sword pierced through him several times, killing the old demon on the spot.
Without the control of its master, the Fengyun Fan let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground.
The remaining powerful Vajra gods and demons let out strange screams, suddenly rushed forward, tore apart the body of their master and devoured it all.
This is also the drawback of practicing the magic skills, if you are not careful it will backfire.
"Hey, how's your friend?"
A sword light flew out and suddenly lifted the top of the nine-story golden pagoda, revealing the figure of Taoist .
He threw a monk on the ground with a smile and said, "I was delayed Are you okay, my friend?"
"I was just about to tell you, Senior, that Feng Yunzi has surrendered."
Fang Xian replied with a smile.
“Not bad, not bad…”
Taoist Zhuyun threw out a sword bag and collected all the powerful Vajra gods and demons. Then he picked up the Fengyun fan and handed it to Fang Xian: "I have collected these monsters, but this magic weapon is not bad. I will give it to you..."
This Fengyun Fan is actually the inherited magic weapon of the Fengyun Sect. It has been refined with nine strands of divine wind energy and contains three levels of Tiangang restrictions, which is already quite good.
Fang Xian did not refuse and accepted it directly, asking: "How are the people being rescued? Have all the evil been eradicated?"
"Of course, all the guilty disciples outside were killed by the old Taoist with one sword..." The old Taoist Zhuyun smiled and said, "My friend , you have done a great deed by doing this."
"How about this sword?"
Fang Xian looked towards the stove.
The Nine Sons Divine Infant Sword made continuous sounds, and seemed to be extremely spiritual.
"This sword...how about letting you deal with it?" Taoist Zhuyun said suddenly with a gleam in his eyes.
"You're testing my Dao heart before I even get started?" Fang Xian rolled his eyes inwardly, feeling indescribably disgusted: "I don't want this sword, I'd better ask the Taoist priest to find a virtuous monk to perform a ritual to save my soul..."
"That's great."
Taoist Zhuyun nodded and overturned the stove.
The Nine-son Divine Infant Sword seemed to know its own fate. It let out a mournful cry and was about to transform into a streak of blood and escape.
In the escaping light, the sound of babies crying continued, and no one knew how many innocent lives were lost.
"Hey, still want to leave?"
A sword light flew out from Taoist Zhu Yun's hand, and suddenly it split into two. It was the realm of sword light splitting. The two lights twisted together and crushed the blood light, pressing down the Nine Sons Divine Infant Sword and also putting it into the sword bag.
After showing off his exquisite swordsmanship, Taoist Zhuyun turned around and said with a smile: "I am actually from the Shushan Sword School, and my Taoist name is Zhuyun. My friend has a sword-like body, and he is also a chivalrous man with a kind heart. How about..."
"Now that this matter is over, I should also say goodbye."
Fang Xian refused without waiting for the old Taoist to speak: "And... when I was a casual cultivator, I had no one to rely on and no hope of immortality... Later, I received the legacy of my predecessor and vowed not to become a disciple of another person. I would inherit the Taoist tradition for that predecessor."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body and sword became one, transforming into a streak of sword light and flying away.
Taoist Zhuyun was choking on the words he was going to say, his face turning almost purple.
I don't know how many times I recited the 'Heart Purification Mantra', reminding myself that more haste makes waste, before I managed to suppress it.
"Alas... sometimes I really want to take this kid back to Shushan Sword Sect and be done with him!"
After a long while, he sighed and said, "Fortunately, this boy is probably going to Yuntai Mountain to watch the sword fight. There is still a chance."
Little did he know that Fang Xian was also cursing in his heart at this moment.
If this old Taoist priest was not a true Jindan swordsman, he would not bother to play with him and would just use one sword to let him know why the flowers are so red!
The other party came to recruit a disciple, but found that he could not beat the disciple. I wonder how embarrassing it would be!
This scene is quite touching when you think about it.
“Hmph, just wait… You thought I was slow to break through the Jindan stage, but maybe I’ll break through right away next time. Then let’s see if you still have the nerve to ask for a disciple!”
