"Look for death!"
The woman was furious.Yang Fei injured countless disciples guarding the mountain and forcibly broke into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which was originally a taboo in the sect.For Liu Chan's sake, the woman saw that this kid could take her sword, and she loved her and let them go down the mountain, but she didn't expect this kid to appreciate it.Yang Fei's Gengjin Sword was broken by him, but he didn't panic at all.He looked at the woman lightly."
As long as you can still take my move, I will go down the mountain immediately, and I will never go to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect again."
Su Su listened behind Yang Fei, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong.This woman fell from the sky, and her strength was incredible.Yang Fei was so arrogant in front of him, he was really crazy.The woman was furious and laughed instead."
Okay, the Zixiao Sword in my hand, I want to see what magical powers you have."
In the woman's opinion, Yang Fei is at most a martial arts master who has entered the Tao with martial arts.Even if he cultivated some strange supernatural powers, it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat himself in one move.Yang Fei looked at the woman lazily and took a deep breath.The sound of his inhalation was a little weird, and it actually hid the sound of a dragon moaning from the sheath of his sword.The woman glanced at him, and saw Yang Fei's front and back, up and down, left and right, I don't know when, there were countless dense short swords.These daggers are in the thousands.Floating in front of and behind Yang Fei, like a group of terrifying piranhas."
Oh my God, this is the Weathered Ten Thousand Swords!"
The woman was taken aback for a moment, the highest sword path of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was to draw the aura of heaven and earth and cast the spirit sword.This aura comes from the vitality of heaven and earth, which is not only indestructible, but also inexhaustible and inexhaustible.This is the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the highest level of cultivation.Many people dream of throwing away the sword in their hands and cultivating the sword in their hearts.And looking at Yang Fei's current situation, he has undoubtedly obtained the essence of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's exercises.He had already refined the sword in his heart, and he was one step closer to the sword of the Great Dao.In this alone, it has already surpassed the monk's Zixiao Sword.With the monk's exclamation, Yang Fei's weathering ten thousand executions had reached the realm of Great Perfection.With a wave of his hand, thousands of small swords pierced the air, like a group of bloodthirsty piranhas, and shot at the monk.The small sword in the air, like a flying locust, covered the sky and the sun, densely packed, and in an instant, it had already covered the whole body of the Zixiao Sword monk.The woman bit the root of her teeth, and the Zixiao Sword conjured up tens of millions of sword lights, enveloping her figure layer upon layer.Countless small swords touched the Zixiao Sword, ding ding dong.The sound was like a shower of rain hitting plantains, and horses' hooves stepping on the ice, and I don't know how many times they collided in an instant.Yang Fei smiled, the Heaven and Earth Vientiane Technique was activated, and more Gengjin small swords were formed, densely suspended in the air, eyeing the Zixiao Sword Female Monk.The Zixiao Sword Female Monk easily blocked the first round of sword rain, and half of the spiritual power on her body was consumed.Before she had time to take a breath, she looked up and saw that the thousands of Gengjin swords on Yang Fei's side had formed again.At this moment, the Purple Night Sword Monk was shocked and angry, according to this scoundrel's fighting style, it was impossible for him to defeat him.As long as his spiritual power was not exhausted, the Purple Sky Sword Female Monk would have to meet his overwhelming flying sword wave after wave.Yang Fei laughed: "Good swordsmanship, you take my sword again, catch it and eat it." ”Before he could finish his words, the long sword of the Purple Sky Sword Female Cultivator suddenly turned into a long rainbow and pounced directly towards Yang Fei.It turned out that he wanted to kill Yang Fei one by one before Yang Fei launched a chaotic sword attack.Yang Fei's nose snorted heavily.With a wave of his hand, a new round of sword rain shot towards the Zixiao Sword Female Monk.The Purple Sky Sword Cultivator had just rushed in front of Yang Fei, and the dense rain of arrows seemed to be frantically swept towards her like a frenzy of the angry sea.The Purple Sky Sword Monk screamed badly.The Zixiao Sword in his hand circled tens of millions of heavy swords, protecting himself from water.Jingle Bell!
The crisp sound of hitting is endless.In an instant, tens of thousands of small swords were scattered by the Zixiao Sword Female Monk, turning into scattered spiritual energy and disappearing.This time, Yang Fei also consumed a lot.However, he had already cast the Dao body, and the aura between heaven and earth, as if he had raised it, only turned around with luck, and the aura in his body was quickly replenished.Yang Fei couldn't help but smile.At this speed of aura recovery, tired can also exhaust the Zixiao Sword Female Monk to death.On the other side, the Purple Sky Sword Female Monk was already sweating profusely, and the Spirit Yuan Qi in her whole body had gone by 2/3.As long as Yang Fei fired another salvo of ten thousand swords, the female cultivator of the Zixiao Sword would probably not be able to control the Zixiao Sword.When the time comes, the Purple Sky Sword Female Monk will not be able to resist the volley of ten thousand swords from this guy.What a scoundrel has arrived!
Yang Fei felt extremely funny about this kind of fighting.He looked at the Zixiao Sword Monk with ill will, and twisted a spell with both hands.Slowly, beside him, front and back, left and right, a new round of small swords was formed again, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.On the tip of each sword, there was a cold glow of ill will.The face of the Purple Sky Sword Monk turned white at that time.This kind of ten thousand swords are fired at once, which is extremely consuming of spiritual energy.Ordinary foundation building masters, one shot of ten thousand swords, can consume the aura in the light body.However, this guy doesn't know what kind of monster it is, and he has already fired four or five thousand swords in unison between the waves of his hand, and he still has the strength to spare.Looking at his appearance, the spiritual power in his body was endless.What is despair?
Zixiao saw the mood of the female monk, and now she was desperate to the extreme!
This guy's weathered ten thousand swords, obviously not as sharp as his own Zixiao sword, but the ants bit the elephant to death, forcing himself to be embarrassed.Yang Fei looked at the white face of the Zixiao Sword Female Cultivator, smiled, and waved his hand.Be careful!
There were countless small swords floating in the air, and it was like a Zixiao Sword Monk shooting over, and the black pressure covered the sky in an instant.The Purple Sky Sword Monk was completely desperate, and fled to the sky with the Purple Sky Sword.The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has a total of nine peaks, and on top of the highest peak, there is a large hall.There is a plaque on the main hall with four words on it, and the sword is soaring.Under the plaque, an old Taoist and a woman are drinking tea.Lao Dao has gray hair, and his complexion on his face is extremely ruddy, without a trace of wrinkles.Another woman, wearing a long black dress, had no expression on her porcelain-white face.This woman's facial features are extremely exquisite, but there is indifference on her face.It seems that no matter how big the matter, it can't attract her attention.If Yang Fei saw this woman, he would recognize it at a glance.This is a woman who often mixes with Mr.
Jianxu, named Ning Lang.At Bai Qi's tomb that day, Yang Fei once fought with these two people, thus obtaining the Bai Qi Sword.At this moment, Ning Lang suddenly looked at the wall.On top of the wall, there was a circular mirror of light.And at this moment, a figure was running in the Xuanguang Mirror, looking huge and extremely difficult to mess with.Ning Lang only glanced at it, and couldn't help but be taken aback."
Is that him?"