Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 90 Six Sword Edges
The air suddenly became quiet.
In the world of cultivation, to be able to cultivate to the foundation-building stage, even for a cultivator who hastily builds the foundation without going through multiple nirvanas, it will take at least thirty years of hard practice.
This kind of ascetic practice can never be replaced by working behind closed doors.
Often during these thirty years, they will have seen many bizarre things and experienced various scenes, big or small.
But there was not a single time that could cause Xiao Jun and Su Fan, who were well-read and had heard all kinds of strange stories, to have a brief blank in their brains.
For a moment, the two of them were unable to understand Mu Qing's attitude and the meaning of his words.
Zuo Fengbo and Zhu Kun, who had always followed Mu Qing's lead, understood Mu Qing's choice instantly and both showed a look of risking their lives.
"Xiao Jun, Su Fan, you two old fools, how dare you put on airs in front of Brother Ji!"
Brother Ji?
This sudden shout made Wang Chen feel that the name was extremely harsh, and he looked at Mu Qing with dissatisfaction.
Mu Qing's hair stood on end. He thought Wang Chen was unhappy with him for expressing his opinion so slowly, and he felt panicky.
With the combined power of his true energy, a green flying sword flew up wherever his finger pointed.
clang!
As the sword rang, the flying sword was surrounded by a green light that seemed to condense into substance, and instantly became like green agate and shot out, heading straight for Su Fan who was closest to him!
"Are you crazy?!"
Su Fan was both angry and anxious. He shouted loudly, and his whole body's true energy surged. His outer clothes fluttered, and he pushed out with a palm without reservation.
Righteousness Palm!
The full-strength attack of the foundation-building cultivator was extremely powerful, with strong winds blowing in all directions, and even the air in this room was almost sucked dry!
Boom!
The two powerful forces collided with each other with a loud bang, and with a buzzing sound like a sonic boom, a transparent air ring spread out.
The huge restaurant was like cotton wool blown by a strong wind. The entire roof and walls were blown away, and broken wood and bricks were scattered everywhere. Except for the floor where a few people were, the whole floor was blown open.
Outside the restaurant, broken wood and rubble were flying everywhere. People were panicking and running away, screaming one after another.
Mu Qing took three steps back. This seamless collision caused the sword to fly out.
He has not yet achieved Nirvana, let alone established a foundation. Although he has inherited the legacy, he is still inferior to Su Fan.
"Step aside."
A cold voice was heard, and Mu Qing understood the situation and dodged to the side like a ghost.
The sky flashed with golden light, dazzling and bright.
Su Fan looked up and felt a terrifying sword light shooting down.
The sword hasn't arrived yet, but a strong gale has already risen!
With such momentum, how could this Ji Ba be at the sixth level of Qi Condensation as rumored by the outside world?
Su Fan was shocked. He flipped his hand and an exquisite bronze bell appeared in the air. With a dong sound, an ancient bell shadow appeared and protected him tightly.
Ding!
The big bell blocked Wang Chen's sword and made a loud ringing sound.
Then, a crack appeared on the bell, and in just a blink of an eye, the crack spread all over the bell.
What?!
This magic bell is an ancient treasure. Even if Su Fan attacks it ten or a hundred times with all his strength, it may not be destroyed. However, at this moment, it turned into light powder and dissipated before his eyes.
The magic weapon blocked Wang Chen's attack. He recovered his breath, his face full of solemnity, his white hair dancing wildly. He stretched out his hand and waved, countless bamboo pieces flashing green light flew into the sky and formed a formation.
He kept changing the spells with his hands, causing a howling gale in the sky. He had already used up all his strength.
Xiao Jun was secretly shocked, recognizing that this was Su Fan's famous magic spell, the Wanjian Array. Once activated, each bamboo stick was equivalent to a flying sword, and thousands of swords would be fired at the same time to strangle the target, making it difficult even for himself to intervene.
But at the same time, he was glad that he did not intervene, otherwise he would probably be deeply trapped in it like Su Fan, unable to extricate himself.
"Youngster!"
As Su Fan shouted like thunder, the bamboo piece suspended in the air suddenly became gusty with a buzzing sound, and rolled towards Wang Chen like a rainstorm.
"Break!" Wang Chen shouted coldly, and turned the long sword in his hand, shedding a circle of golden light. In the void, countless golden sword qi emerged and actually intertwined into sword nets to meet the sword rain.
Crackling!
The sounds of explosions were like firecrackers, and the bamboo slips that were as sharp as flying swords were shattered one after another.
In Su Fan's eyes, a golden sword net covered the sky, and a figure fell from the sky. The sword in his hand was as solid as a substance, and golden light shone in all directions.
This sword is eye-catching and breathtaking.
Inheritance is too strong...
Puff, puff, puff! Countless blood holes burst out all over his body, and he fell down unwillingly with his eyes open.
The pile of broken bamboo slips lost the support of true power and fell down one after another. A few of them covered his body, as if to bury Su Fan.
Xiao Jun was shocked and without saying a word, he flew into the air for his life.
His strength was comparable to Su Fan's. Su Fan used his two famous magic weapons in succession, but he couldn't even block one sword from the opponent.
If you don't leave now, when will you leave?
"That's Su Fan from Xingzhi Academy! And his Wanjian Formation!" Huang Bai, who was watching from the side, widened his eyes as he watched the unattainable foundation-building cultivator fall.
In the Sifang Gate, his cultivation was not very good, but he was a veteran in the world of martial arts and recognized Su Fan and his hidden magic at a glance.
He is a foundation-building cultivator!
The one who killed him was actually that devil.
Too strong! Senior Brother Mu is no match for him at all. I'm afraid it will take Senior Brother Zhang or Senior Brother Gong to get the eighth place.
Senior Brother Mu is about to finish...
Huang Bai felt a chill all over his body, and his eyes suddenly swept from Wang Chen to Mu Qing who was standing obediently beside him.
At this moment, Mu Qing was filled with gratitude. He was glad that he did not stand on the wrong side, and as a filial son, the first thing he thanked was his parents for giving him the wisdom and intelligence to know how to adapt to the times.
If I had made a slight mistake and tried to join forces with these two foundation-building cultivators to take down Ji Ba, I would probably be lying on the ground now.
"It's just like the Nirvana cultivators from the upper thirty-three sects. In one encounter, two foundation-building cultivators died and one escaped."
Mu Qing looked at Xiao Jun who was flying in the air with a complicated expression. They did not have much respect for these old seniors who had no inheritance.
Because they are carrying the inheritance, they know very well that after the second or third Nirvana, they will be able to suppress these foundation-building cultivators, while the other party can only watch helplessly as they pay back the debt they owed from their hasty foundation-building at a snail's pace.
But then, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth turned into an O shape.
The speed of a foundation-building cultivator flying in the air is incredibly fast.
Just as Mu Qing raised his eyes, Xiao Jun ran at least ten feet away.
But Wang Chen just raised the sword casually in the air.
Then he took a step forward, and the six swords in his hands emitted a terrifying and sharp agitated airflow, and the light burst out...
A golden sword light suddenly shot out from the air in front of Xiao Jun.
He was horrified and swung his sword to block.
Ding! Although the sword's light was small, it was full of power. It happened suddenly, and his body tilted backwards, and his momentum of flying rapidly in the air was blocked.
At this moment, he turned his head and saw only a gleam of sword light in his eyes, which instantly expanded like a whistling spiral.
Bang!
A bunch of blood flowers bloomed in the air, and the terrifying sword energy penetrated his body, carrying Xiao Jun's remains several feet away before falling down.
Wang Chen put away his sword as if he had done something insignificant.
Then he turned his gaze to Mu Qing and the other two.
The three of them held their breath unconsciously, as if waiting for the verdict of life or death.
"Give me the ring."
Wang Chen reached out his hand.
The three of them were stunned. They never expected that Wang Chen’s first sentence would be this.
Moreover, this action seemed too natural, as if he was asking for something that originally belonged to him!
Mu Qing's eyes widened, and for the second time he felt that his IQ was not enough.
Facing Wang Chen's somewhat impatient eyes, the three of them finally took out their storage rings and handed them over.
"Brother Ji. That sword was passed down by my deceased master. Do you think it is..." Mu Qing forced a smile when he saw Wang Chen was about to leave.
His spiritual sense swept through the storage rings of the three people. Mu Qing's was the most wealthy, but compared to Vainglory's ring, these three people were like refugees.
It seems that there was nothing wrong with my evaluation of the three people just now.
Remembering that this guy knew the situation and had chopped the old man with his sword, Wang Chen took out the flying sword from his ring and threw it back to Mu Qing.
The latter had a happy look on his face and said, "Thank you, Brother Ji, thank you, Brother Ji." He said it several times.
At this time, Zhu Kun, who was dressed in a black robe, forced a few smiles on his sinister face, looking like a wolf grandmother.
"Brother Ji, my short sword was also passed down from my deceased master..."
"You two have the same master?" Wang Chen interrupted with a frown.
Zhu Kun was surprised and said, "No."
"roll!"
Wang Chen scolded, feeling that this guy with a poisonous spider face was insulting his intelligence by making up an excuse.
The three men were as if they had been pardoned. They flew away without saying a word, only feeling a chill on their backs.
