"Luobei, you are the fastest, maybe you can escape, you go, if you can go back to Shushan, let the master and the others help us avenge!"
Hearing Bai Yuanchen's words, Cai Shu was so angry that his teeth chattered, and he squeezed out the words from his throat.
"Bai Yuanchen! I have no grievances with you. The destruction of your magic weapon is your own fault. If you want to kill Cai Shu before I die, don't even think about it!"
A strong anger and unyielding permeated Luo Bei's entire body.
Suddenly, Luobei only felt the tightly wrapped Three Thousand Buddhas shake violently.
"What's going on?" Bai Yuanchen, who was already sure of winning and was about to cast a spell to kill one person, suddenly felt a shock all over his body. It seemed that there was a sudden infinite force that grabbed his black whip and wanted to shake him out.
"It's the power in the Three Thousand Buddha Sword!"
At the same time, Luobei suddenly felt that the great power contained in the Three Thousand Buddhas seemed to feel his own strong anger and unyielding, and it was completely integrated with the true essence left on his sword together.
At this moment, Luo Bei only felt that what he was controlling was not a flying sword, but a dragon! A raging dragon!
"Crack!" With a sound, the long black whip that strangled the three thousand stupas was stretched straight, and the black brilliance on it was instantly shaken away. With just a tug of the Three Thousand Buddhas, not only the true energy on the black whip was directly scattered, but even Bai Yuanchen's breath was scattered by the power coming from the sword.
How can it be! He has just reached the realm of controlling the sword, how could there be such power on the flying sword!
Bai Yuanchen's pupils contracted unconsciously, and in his sight, an astonishing black light emanated from the Three Thousand Stupas, sweeping towards him.
"Boom" a ball of blazing green light exploded in front of Bai Yuanchen. At this moment, Bai Yuanchen used his strongest defensive spell, Beimang Suo Xianping, but the black sword light poured madly, and this ball of green light turned out to be Can't block the slightest, cut directly!
This sword is simply destructive, invincible!
With a "poof", Bai Yuanchen just remembered his sharp scream when his body was split open by the sword light from above, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
The eyes on both sides of the body were full of unbelievable expressions. Obviously until this moment, Bai Yuanchen still didn't believe that he was beheaded by Luobei, the junior of Shushan who had just reached the realm of controlling the sword.
Beheading Bai Yuanchen with a single sword, most of the strong anger and unyielding in Luo Bei's heart dissipated, and the immense power in the three thousand Buddhas was also separated from his true essence at once. As if a giant dragon under his strong control flew away, Luo Bei couldn't help but staggered forward a few steps because of that force.
"How could the Three Thousand Buddhas suddenly explode with such power?!"
Caishu, Lin Hang, and Xuan Wuqi saw Bai Yuanchen whose cultivation level was so many times higher than theirs was beheaded with a sword, they were also dumbfounded and full of unbelievable thoughts.
But at this moment, misfortune happened!
"Qu Daozi, you old ghost, your apprentice was beheaded by the descendants of Shushan, and you will die of laughter when you tell it! These three thousand Buddhas are indeed very mysterious! For the sake of your kindness and righteousness, little boy, I will let you brothers and sisters live!"
A tornado-like hurricane suddenly rolled up on the ground, engulfing Bai Yuanchen's body and Luo Bei's body. Luo Bei felt that his body was wrapped in a violent wind, and his body was shaken. They were scattered and lost contact with the Three Thousand Buddhas for a while. Seeing this sudden change, Caishu, Lin Hang and Xuan Wuqi were terrified. They saw in the hurricane besides Bai Yuanchen's body and Luobei, there seemed to be a faint figure, and they all released their flying swords. Cut, but with a sound, purple light flashed, and the three flying swords seemed to be cutting an extremely hard object of fine gold and steel. The flying sword fell to the ground far away.
"Who is this person? His cultivation level seems to be higher than Senior Brother Minghao's!"
In just a few breaths, the tornado hurricane gushing out from the flat ground had already swept Bai Yuanchen's body and Luo Bei away into the vast night sky.
In the whirling hurricane, Luo Bei's entire body was spinning non-stop. The fierce gangster not only made his face and hands and feet hurt like a knife cut, but also made him unable to breathe at all.
Luobei has not yet cultivated to the point of internal breath, unable to breathe, the true energy in the body is not working well, and cannot be used to sense the Three Thousand Buddhas.
And even though he has reached the fifth level of the Heavenly Eternal Life Sutra of Practicing Delusion, and his breath is long, but after about a stick of incense, his face turns purple, his eyes are full of stars, and his chest feels as if it is about to burst.
"How is it, are you uncomfortable?"
With a "bang", the violent wind suddenly dispersed, and he was slammed to the ground. This time, Luo Bei was smashed into black eyes again, but he was like a person who was about to drown, he didn't even feel the pain on his body, he just opened his mouth and breathed violently. The air he breathed in was full of filth and mildew. Luo Bei slowly came back to his senses, only to find that he was in a dark cave with uneven ground. Bai Yuanchen's body was thrown aside, and all around him Zhang Zhang away, stood a middle-aged man in a black leather robe, with hairy hair and a long and narrow face, holding his three thousand stupas and looking at them carefully.
"who are you?"
Luo Bei subconsciously wanted to use the method of controlling the sword to tear at his Three Thousand Buddhas, but when his true essence rushed to his Shangyang acupoint, he couldn't get out, as if his body had turned into a hard The outer shell tightly sealed all his true essence in his body.
"Oh, you want to control the sword? I have sealed your true essence with Yuguang Maimai*. As long as your true essence is not as strong as mine, you won't be able to get out, so don't try hard." The man in the Baili Dongting Water squinted his eyes and smiled triumphantly, "As for me, I don't have a name. Teachers like yours will probably call me Patriarch Heifeng."
"You are the Patriarch Heifeng?" Luo Bei was taken aback.
This ancestor of Heifeng is a well-known casual cultivator in the world of monasticism. He has no family or sect, and he does not distinguish between good and evil. One of the eight great monsters in the Chinese novel, in Luobei's mind, the ancestor of Heifeng should be a very old Taoist, but he did not expect such a man in his prime.
"I'm afraid no one dares to pretend to be my name." Seeing Luo Bei's surprised expression, Patriarch Heifeng smiled, and continued to look upside down at the Three Thousand Buddhas in his hand.
"You are a senior, why do you want to grab my flying sword?" Luo Bei looked around and saw that there was no sign of people moving around in this cave, and looked at the appearance of the ancestor Heifeng, and he could see his intention .
"With your cultivation level, if I don't snatch your three thousand stupas, your three thousand stupas will also be snatched away. It's much better to fall into my hands than to fall into other people's hands." Heifeng Patriarch looked at Luo North glance.
It turned out to be so logical, and for a moment Luo Bei felt absurd, but before he could speak, Patriarch Heifeng went directly to Bai Yuanchen's body, searched carefully, and found A bunch of scattered things. "Well, except for this Magic Pill and the jelly tendon whip just now, which are not bad, the others are all third-rate goods. Oh, except for the old ghost Qu Daozi, the Beiman faction can only be regarded as third-rate goods. It's normal."
After saying this sentence to himself, Patriarch Heifeng swung a wave of strong wind, and directly blew Bai Yuanchen's body to an unknown place outside.
"He rolled up Bai Yuanchen's body just to scrape him and see if there was anything?"
Luo Bei was taken aback for a moment by this completely inconsistent behavior of the seniors.
"By the way, why is the Zilei Yuan Magnetic Cone in your hand?" After blowing away Bai Yuanchen's body like garbage, Patriarch Heifeng suddenly remembered and asked Luo Bei.
Seeing that the cultivation level between himself and Heifeng Patriarch was too far apart to resist, Luo Bei didn't hide it, and said, "I found it from the Ma family."
"Oh? Zixiaodao and the Ma family are enemies in the world. The magic weapons of the old Zixuan Taoist have all fallen into the hands of the Ma family. It seems that Zixiaodao was really wiped out by the Ma family. It's just that the Ma family is too disappointing." , when the Ma family and Zixiao Dao were at their peak, they were also very majestic, tsk tsk, a corpse god, thirteen corpse kings, now the world's energy is turning, there are ghosts everywhere, materials for refining weapons and treasures in the corpse path , but this Ma family can't even refine a corpse king, it's really dilapidated and useless!"
Patriarch Heifeng murmured a few words in his heart, but he didn't speak. With a move of his mind, a wave of true energy surged towards the Three Thousand Buddhas.
Patriarch Heifeng has been rampant in the world for decades. Although he has not practiced flying swords, he knows one or two methods of flying swords. It is not difficult for him to communicate with flying swords using true energy.
"Huh?"
Seeing the power of Luo Bei's sword just now, and seeing that Luo Bei's cultivation base is not high, the ancestor of Heifeng must be the power of the sword itself, but when he spit out his true essence, he found that the sword body was empty, without a half point. What's special is that when using the sword to draw out the vitality, and when the mind is attached to it, the ancestor of Heifeng found that the three thousand floating caravan was lifeless, not like a flying sword with a god and aura The tire looks like an ordinary lump of iron.
"How could this be?" Heifeng Patriarch narrowed his eyes and looked at Luobei, "How did you use such a powerful sword just now? What was it like when you used the flying sword? Feel?"
"It's the power contained in the sword itself, and it also has that kind of anger and unyielding breath, so it can be fused with my true essence, allowing me to cast such a sword. When I usually use the flying sword, that power But it can’t be used by me, it seems that only when I am extremely angry and unyielding in my heart, maybe I can borrow that power. That power is really powerful, it is almost indestructible..."
These three thousand Buddhas are the magic weapon flying sword of Shushan, and Luobei's sword fetus. Of course, Luobei didn't want to tell the ancestor Heifeng, he just meditated on the sword he just used in his heart, and shook Shaking his head, he said, "I don't have any special feeling." But when he was thinking about that sword, he realized something, his eyes flickered, and the ancestor Heifeng saw it all at once.
"Huh? You dare to lie to me with words?" Patriarch Heifeng immediately sneered.
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