This Thunderbolt Dominating Nine Heavens Sword is no stranger to Immortal Sect disciples.
In fact, this is a sword art that is widely circulated in the immortal sect. Almost everyone knows it and everyone knows it.
But if we talk about the status of this sword technique in the hearts of the Immortal Sect disciples, it is even inferior to the Three-Character Classic learned by ordinary children, because this was simply collected by a former senior brother of the Qingyang Sect to make people laugh.
Among these Immortal Sect disciples, whenever they laugh at others, they would say that they are only qualified to learn the Thunderbolt Nine Heavens Sword. Who would have thought that this handyman would openly say that he learned this sword
What's even more ridiculous is that he actually wanted to borrow this swordsmanship and go to Xiaozhu Peak to break the bridge of trials
Even the deacon who was about to test Fang Yuan couldn't help but look down. He thought to himself that since he was not sure of passing the bridge of trials, he should just wait until his cultivation reached the third level of Qi training before coming back. That's it, now you want to punish me
Feeling lazy, he waved his hand and said, "Then you'd better go back and come back after you've reached the third level of Qi training!"
Things have reached this level, Fang Yuan can't just leave casually.
If he left now, wouldn't everyone see that he came to Xiaozhu Peak on purpose to show off
More importantly, so many deacons and even elders were alarmed. Wouldn’t the impression left behind be too bad
Thinking like this, he could only bite the bullet and said loudly: "This disciple really wants to enter the Immortal Sect, and I hope my seniors will make it happen!"
"this… "
The white-bearded deacon turned around and exchanged glances with the other deacons, thinking to himself: "This kid seems to be an idiot who is dedicated to seeking the truth. He is a bit stupid in his cultivation. How could he know the dangers of the Bridge of Trials? With the help of a three-legged cat, With his swordsmanship, he wanted to break through. Fortunately, the bridge was destroyed, otherwise he might have lost his life in it! But since Elder Yun has given orders, he must go through the motions. I will be merciful and will not hurt him. , just let him retreat from the difficulties and go back to practice honestly!"
As soon as he thought about it, he said calmly: "If that's the case, then get ready!"
As he said that, he took out a piece of red cloth from the Qiankun bag on his waist. It was embroidered with a golden armored god statue and countless runes on it. He glanced at Fang Yuan and said, "This is what I spent three days on." After years of hard work, the Yellow Turban Warrior has been refined and has the ability to slay demons. Let's use it as the first level of the trial. If you can survive ten breaths of time under this treasure, I will consider you to have passed the level! "
Having said that, after sealing 30% of the power of this treasure, it was time to sacrifice it.
"Disciple understands!"
Fang Yuan nodded in agreement, but suddenly he looked troubled and looked around: "I wonder... which senior brother can lend me the sword?"
The surrounding Immortal Sect disciples burst into laughter again.
Even the white-robed deacon also laughed and scolded: "You came to cross the bridge of trials, but you didn't prepare a sword?"
Fang Yuan said innocently: "It's not that I don't have a sword, it's because I really can't afford one..."
The white-robed deacon choked on one sentence and didn't know what to say.
At any rate, the excitement of the Immortal Sect disciples was aroused by him, and they were all making noises. There were quite a few of them practicing swordsmanship, and soon someone threw a green sheath sword over and shouted: "I'll lend you this sword. Return it to me when you're done with it..."
Fang Yuan reached out to take it, cupped his fist at the man and said, "Thank you very much!"
The white-robed deacon sighed, and sealed half of the yellow scarf warrior's power before waving his hand and throwing it into the air.
With a whoosh, the yellow scarf spread out in the air, emitting an invisible golden light, which was very dazzling. When it was about to fall down, it was shockingly discovered that the yellow scarf had already hung down, forming a human-shaped appearance, floating in the air. In mid-air, there were no feet below, and the runes on them flashed together, turning into an arm holding a golden sword, with a murderous look.
"Child, if you are defeated, you can shout for help!"
The white-robed deacon gave a deep command, then took up the magic formula and secretly recited the incantation.
"Huh..."
The yellow scarf warrior who was floating silently in mid-air suddenly seemed to be alive and slashed towards Fang Yuan with his sword.
It was originally an illusory thing, but at this moment, it was so powerful that it seemed to split the earth with a sword.
When all the Immortal Sect disciples saw this change, they were all shocked, and some subconsciously covered their mouths.
When Fang Yuan faced the yellow scarf warrior who was charging straight towards him, he was also startled. An extremely dangerous warning sign arose in his heart. Almost subconsciously, he was about to jump away, not daring to face such monsters directly, but But there is a will that controls him!
"The sword is stronger than the law, the will is stronger than the sword, the force is stronger than the will..."
The principles of swordsmanship in the Wu Que Sword Sutra flashed through his mind, and he forced himself to stand where he was.
His body suddenly shrank back slightly, he bent his knees and took a lunge, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right palm, staring ahead.
"Why didn't he hide?"
Seeing that the yellow scarf warrior had rushed in front of Fang Yuan, some of the Immortal Sect disciples also shouted low.
"Is he already scared out of his wits..."
Before most of the Immortal Sect disciples could have that guess flashing through their minds, Fang Yuan suddenly took action!
"Advance like soldiers on the battlefield, and the long river will stop flowing!"
Facing the fierce yellow scarf warrior who rushed towards him, Fang Yuan did not retreat at all, but stepped forward.
The long sword in his palm trembled lightly, and all his magic power was poured into it. He bent his knees, stretched his arms, and suddenly pulled out the sword!
There was a flash of silver light in the palm, and the long sword swept out.
There was nothing flashy about his movements, they were extremely simple, but he perfectly executed the move of Thunderbolt Dominating Nine Heavens Sword's Tiger Descending Mountain. Every movement, every change, was like It was measured with a ruler. From the swing of the sword to the movement of mana, to the momentum, there was no fault at all. It was more perfect than what was drawn on the sword manual!
The counterpart to perfection is that there are no flaws!
With this sword sweep away, a strong wind seemed to rise from the flat ground, and the cold sword energy roared out!
The yellow scarf warrior rushed straight in front of him, slashed the giant sword in his hand, and stirred up endless fierce wind.
But before his sword came down, Fang Yuan's sword had already arrived!
With a "chi" sound, Fang Yuan's figure passed by the Yellow Turban Warrior, back to back, three feet apart!
Fang Yuan exhaled deeply and turned around, holding his sword across his chest in a defensive posture.
But the yellow scarf warrior was silent.
He turned his back to Fang Yuan and remained motionless. After a while, there was a sudden "crash" sound and the runes shattered into pieces.
The white-robed deacon's eyes widened and he waved hurriedly. Before the yellow scarf warrior landed, he turned into a piece of yellow cloth and flew back to his hand. He shook his hand and unfolded it, and he suddenly found that the yellow cloth was A sword mark has appeared on the cloth...
The white-robed deacon was stunned.
The other immortal disciples were also stunned.
Even Fang Yuan was stunned.
Only Elder Yun laughed and looked at Fang Yuan, seemingly more interested.
"What are you..."
The white-robed deacon shouted subconsciously, but before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. He originally wanted to ask Fang Yuan what kind of sword he was using, but he found out that the sword Fang Yuan was using was indeed the Thunderbolt Dominating Nine Heavens Sword. It was a clear and impeccable move, but the power was astonishing. So when the words came to his lips, he abruptly changed them to: "How long have you been practicing in the swordsmanship division...?"
Fang Yuan stayed for a long time and said: "This disciple has only been practicing swordsmanship for less than two months!"
The white-robed deacon almost spat in his face: "That's nonsense. How could you break my magic weapon after only practicing for a month?"
Seeing all the disciples looking at him in surprise, the old man blushed and added: "Although I have sealed 90% of the power!"
"Disciple's sword..."
Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "I practice it no less than ten thousand times every day, and I realize that the combination of form and intention is the best way to mobilize magic power!"
"Ten thousand times?"
The white-robed deacon was shocked and said subconsciously: "You practice this broken sword technique ten thousand times a day?"
Fang Yuan's face turned red and he could only whisper: "Disciple has no other sword to practice with..."
There were gasps of cold air from all around, and countless people looked at Fang Yuan, who was standing blankly in the field, with complicated eyes.
"Haha, hard work makes perfect, it's true!"
In the silence, suddenly a fat and bearded deacon came out and said with a smile: "Xiao Fangyuan, your sword is powerful and powerful, and it is integrated. Even with my level of cultivation, I can’t find any faults at all. I have indeed mastered the practice. Just now, you have passed the level of Deacon Bai, so I will try your second level..."
Several other deacons glanced at him. In their original plan, they did not prepare for the second level.
Fang Yuan didn't know, he just nodded honestly: "Disciple understands!"
The fat deacon nodded, and suddenly he flicked his sleeves, and the golden light was dazzling in the air. Dozens of golden beans actually spilled out, rolling around Fang Yuan, bouncing and flying around. Then the fat deacon slowly pinched them He learned a magic formula and said with a smile: "This is the art of planting beans into soldiers that I have practiced. You must be careful. Although I have sealed most of the power, it is still very dangerous!"
Fang Yuan nodded, but before he could speak, his heart suddenly froze.
Behind him, a bouncing golden bean suddenly transformed into a short, fat little man less than three feet tall. He actually jumped up quickly with a short gun in his hand. It was like lightning, piercing directly to the back of his head.
Fang Yuan didn't even think about it. In an instant, he stepped forward diagonally. Instead of retreating, he moved forward. A green shadow fluttered and went straight to the left. The long sword in his hand pointed downwards, as if he was about to throw it away, but At this moment, the little golden man followed him like a shadow, and actually changed his moves in the air. The golden gun in his hand stabbed Fang Yuan's temple again, and it turned out to be another extremely dangerous killing move.
But at this moment, Fang Yuan, who had just dodged, suddenly turned over, turned around in the air, and turned over in a weird way. The long sword in his hand turned around and struck solidly. On the back of the little golden man...
"Is this the Widow's Climb Over the Wall move from Thunderbolt's Tyrant Nine Heavens Sword?"
An onlooker from the Immortal Sect recognized Fang Yuan's sword move and said blankly: "How anxious is this widow to be able to scale the wall so neatly?"
A cute little girl, I actually chatted about novels with someone all night...
(End of chapter)