Chapter 95 Sword Like Thunder
"this……"
The three smiling monks below were shocked.
Although Taoist Zhu Yun's cultivation was not as good as his, he was also a master of the third-grade elixir and had mastered the true swordsmanship of Mount Shu.
How come he was knocked down by just one sword?
He waved his sleeves and the Three Yang One Qi Sword flew out, transforming into three golden lights, protecting the four children tightly.
"This sword light looks familiar!"
Gu Daoxian looked at this scene and felt inexplicably familiar, and his buttocks began to ache slightly.
"This is... the Fire Dragon Sword!"
Taoist Zhuyun shouted out loud, regardless of his dirty face.
"Hahaha... The red sun is surging, the sea of clouds is floating, Master Hongri greets you all."
Fang Xian, wearing a scarlet Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, walked to the front of Mingwang Temple and with a wave of his hand, he retracted the Fire Dragon Sword in mid-air: "Just now, my Fire Dragon Sword sensed hostility and slashed it on its own, accidentally injuring a Taoist friend. I'm really sorry..."
Although he was apologizing, Taoist Zhuyun wished there was a crack in the ground so he could crawl into it.
Even Gu Daoxian was worried : "You defeated Master Zhuyun with just one strike of your flying sword. Doesn't that mean you didn't use your full strength? We are all three immortals, but why is there such a big gap? Is it because you are the leader of the three immortals?"
"You... have achieved Dan?"
Monk Sanxiao was worthy of his title of Supreme Golden Elixir, as 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 actually a first-grade elixir!”
Monk Sanxiao was extremely surprised, and Taoist Zhuyun opened his mouth wide, like a toad struck by lightning.
For an immortal in the realm of supernatural powers to condense a golden elixir, it would take at least several decades of hard work. Some may not be able to cross this threshold even after hundreds of years and can only die in despair.
But how come this kid is faster than those who have cultivated supernatural powers?
The two looked at each other, both feeling extremely helpless.
No regrets after the elixir is completed!
Once the golden elixir is formed, it will no longer be possible to change the method of cultivation.
That is to say, even if Fang Xian joined Shushan Sword Sect at this time, he could only be a guest elder.
Their feeling at this moment was as if the 17 or 18-year-old girl they had their eyes on suddenly got married and even had a child.
The cooked duck flew away.
How can I express my melancholy?
Monk Sanxiao was even more frightened. He didn't know why things turned out like this. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "Three Immortals and Two Heroes, the prosperity of Shushan, was promised by our sect's Red Eyebrow Immortal himself. It must be true. Why is there such a twist now? Could it be... that destiny has changed?"
As an orthodox cultivator of the Xuanmen sect, what he fears most is the change in destiny that may overturn the original situation.
"No, no, the master's calculations will not be wrong."
Taoist Zhu Yun, however, thought of another thing: "Perhaps... the leader of the three immortals should not have entered Shu Mountain in this life, and must go through a reincarnation catastrophe?"
For ascetics, the concept of time is different from that of ordinary people, and decades are not taken seriously.
But he thought again, as if being poured with a layer of cold water: "Predecessors who have reincarnated in the past have either encountered disasters, or their elixirs have become inferior, and there is no hope for the great way, so they have to start over again in order to build a superior foundation... If the elixir is of the first grade, there is no point in reincarnating again, unless it is a disaster!"
After all, Monk Sanxiao was very accomplished in Taoism. He managed to recover and congratulated him, saying, "Congratulations, fellow Taoist, on your successful completion of the first-grade elixir. You have a bright future ahead of you."
"Thank you very much... I wonder why you two and these children came to Southern Xinjiang?"
Fang Xian greeted Zhu Yingzi with a smile, and glanced at the four children one by one.
Gu Daoxian lowered his head unconsciously and hid behind Monk Sanxiao.
"This... is for Grandma Green who is trapped in the hollow cave in the White Bone Mountain in Southern Xinjiang. After all, there are some causes and consequences that need to be resolved... It is also a training for the younger generation."
Monk Sanxiao would certainly not say that his main purpose in coming here was to recruit Fangxian as his disciple. At this point, he would only be bringing shame upon himself.
"So it's Grandma Green. This matter actually originated from my disciples, so I should solve it!"
Fang Xian laughed.
At this moment, his mind was extremely enlightened, and he seemed to have gained some understanding of swordsmanship. He immediately raised his hand and the Fire Dragon Sword flew out.
hiss!
The flying sword suddenly became spiritual and turned into a red rainbow and disappeared.
The next moment, the sound of a sword breaking through the air was heard.
But the sword light is faster than the sound, so you see the sword light first and then hear the sound.
"The sword is like thunder, covering thousands of miles in an instant?"
The three-smile monk said solemnly.
"good!"
Part of Fang Xian's spiritual consciousness was attached to the Fire Dragon Sword, and in an instant it had crossed thousands of miles and arrived at the cave in the White Bone Mountain.
At this time, Grandma Green was absorbing the essence of Yimu in a dense forest outside . She was still thinking bitterly: "The Shushan Sword Sect is too bullying. They killed Grandma's apprentice and stole Grandma's Golden Silkworm Sword... When Grandma goes to borrow the White Bone Yin-Yang Sword from the cave master, they will make those young people pay. Do they really think that we old demons dare not eat people?"
Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared in front of her eyes , and the Fire Dragon Sword appeared as if it had broken through the void, and slashed out with one sword.
Quick! Quick! Quick!
This sword appeared at the speed of lightning, so fast that it was difficult for people to react.
The clothes on Grandma Green's body exploded and turned into layers of Yi wood essence, but were broken by the sword light. This is the magical power of "Sword Light Breaking the Law"!
The next moment, the Fire Dragon Sword pierced Green Grandma's body with seventeen or eighteen holes, especially one of her golden elixirs, which was crushed into pieces by the sword light before it disappeared.
All this happened in an instant. The disciples of Grandma Green who were nearby first saw Grandma Green being killed by a sword, and then they heard the sound of the sword breaking through the air. They all stood there in a daze.
After a long while, a little demon said tremblingly: "Grandma... Grandma is dead?"
…
In Mingwang Temple, only a dozen breaths passed from the time Fang Xian flicked his finger to send the sword flying to the time the sword returned.
Thousands of miles away, the flying sword can take a person's head as easily as taking something from a bag!
'Actually, this is the combination of my three magical powers of swordsmanship. Without the thunderous sound of the sword, it would not be able to fly so fast. And if the flying sword cannot communicate with spirits and the divine consciousness cannot attach to it, it is easy to kill the wrong person. Finally, the sword light breaks the magic and cuts off the protective spell on Green Grandma in an instant...'
If they were to fight formally, even if Grandma Green protected her whole body, Fang Xian might not be able to kill her so easily.
The reason why I was able to kill this Jindan was because of the sneak attack with the flying sword!
The sword was like thunder, and it killed in an instant. No matter what magic weapon or spell one had, it would be difficult to cast it.
To resist such a deadly move, one can only rely on the magical weapon or supernatural power that can communicate with spirits and protect the master!
Unfortunately, Grandma Green didn't have any of them and was killed.
The others were still confused. Monk Sanxiao was the only one who saw something. He asked in a lost voice, "You have killed Grandma Green?"
"Exactly."
Fang Xian stroked his sword and smiled, answering calmly.
Monk Sanxiao was suddenly speechless.
He thought to himself that he was also a peerless genius among the Jindan, with a sharp flying sword and the true teachings of the Shushan Sword School, but he had not yet achieved the realm of sword as thunderous as sound, and could not this kind of magical power. He was startled in his heart: "If he assassinates the old monk like this, the monk has the Three Yang One Qi Sword to protect him, so he is not afraid. But with such magical powers, it seems that the old monk is unable to win in a head-on fight..."
