"You..."
The red luan was so fast that it twisted its wings in the air and turned into a red light, almost hitting the sword array.
When the disciples of Xijianchi saw this, they were all shocked. They couldn't understand why Fang Yuan rushed into the formation so violently, and they were even more sure that he had some shady reasons for going to see the evil sword cultivator. , I saw that Hong Luan was coming very fast, and I didn’t have time to think about it, there was a loud shout, and the eighty-one black-robed swordsmen pushed the Sealing Heaven Sword Formation, while the nine white-robed ones at the top rushed towards it. In the nine directions above the sword formation, a sword intent instantly moved the ultimate, but before a blink of an eye, there was a sword intent rising into the night!
Rumble…
The terrifying sword energy swept over the surrounding area for more than ten miles, covering the vast void. The thin and terrifying sword energy could be seen with the naked eye, like a flood, and like a ferocious beast, violently rolling down from mid-air. , almost swallowing the red luan in one gulp.
"Are you going to take action directly?"
Near Wuxue Mountain, there were not only the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool, but also countless Snowfield monks watching the battle from a distance.
As early as the news that Fang Yuan had left the deepest part of the snowfield was leaked, it had already attracted the attention of countless monks in the snowfield.
After all, in these ten years, Fang Yuan sat alone in the sword hut and seemed to be forgotten by the whole world. But in fact, this snowy field has never forgotten him. I don’t know how many people in Chengtian Swordsmanship, Zhongzhou Taoism, and aristocratic families hate him. It is said that the price paid for his head has reached a frightening level. Naturally, the snowfield monks are itching to make a fortune.
It's just that Fang Yuan is deep in the snowfield, in the cold sky and ice, but no one can muster up the courage to enter the ninth snow line to find him. Besides, white-robed disciples have been coming and going in the sword-washing pool for the past ten years. In Xueyuan, because of their unclear attitude, they also intimidated the cultivators in Xueyuan to a certain extent. They only dared to wait eagerly on the outside, but no one dared to go in to find him.
But now that Fang Yuan has finally come out, how can all the Xueyuan monks not be tempted
Because Fang Yuan came out too fast, the Xijianchi disciples could not stop him near the sixth or fifth snow line. They could only urgently summon everyone and set up a sword formation near the third snow line to wait. The reaction of the monks in the snow field was slower than that of the sword washing pool. At this time, they could only rush to the third snow line to see if there was any chance!
It's a pity that even if he came here, he was beaten by the sword-washing pool.
In the past ten years, Xijianchi has been the most powerful person to go into the depths of the snowfield to hunt down the leader of the Six Paths, but he has never gone there. There are still people secretly speculating whether the leader of the six paths has resolved the conflict with Xijianchi. No. Thinking of facing it now!
"What if we die in the sword formation of the Sword Washing Pool? Wouldn't we be in vain?"
The monks in the Snowfield looked anxiously at the scene in the sky, deeply hating the tyranny and power of the Sword Washing Pool.
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No matter how many practitioners think about it, it only lasts for a moment.
On Wuxue Mountain, a group of disciples from the Sword Washing Pool destroyed the formation. Their sword intent was terrifying, overwhelming, and seemed to be able to crush everything.
And this is none other than Fengtian, one of the ten sword formations in the Xijianchi!
When the sword formation moves, it seals the sky and the earth, and no flies or insects can pass through!
Although Xi Jianchibu is now guarding here, the only ones blocking Fang Yuan are the white-robed disciples. After all, Fang Yuan's status is not worthy of Yuanying Sword Immortal giving up everything just for him. They have been waiting for him for many years, but after all, these are nine white robes and eighty-one black robes. The nine white robes have become the core of the sword formation, and the eighty-one black robes have become the main body of the formation.
After this large formation is deployed, it will be really powerful.
What they said before was clearly not false. Once this sword formation comes out, the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal can also stop it.
"It's time to try the sword..."
Facing the sword cloud, Fang Yuan looked extremely calm, expressionless, lowered his head in meditation, as if he was thinking about something. He was already so close to the sword formation, and he didn't even try to draw the sword. It was clean and there was no trace of sword energy. Even the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool were a little surprised. They thought he was going to rush straight into the sword formation and come here to seek death...
But just when he faced the sword formation and was even affected by the sword's intention, he suddenly raised his head.
"call out!"
There are no magical powers, no sword-pointing skills, and he still hasn't even drawn his sword.
He just raised his head, his eyes slightly focused.
Then at this moment, his entire body seemed to become illusory, as if it were unreal, and disappeared into this world. There was only a sword light, which emerged from the center of his eyebrows, paused in the air, and emanated. A dazzling light.
At this moment, the void was silent, as if the wind, snow, heaven and earth had disappeared.
It seemed that at this moment, everything that was real became fake, and on the contrary, that illusory sword light became real.
At this moment, it seemed that everyone's souls were stagnant, and everything in front of them was blurred.
The only thing that is clear is that sword!
This sword is extremely simple.
There is no change, nothing mysterious, and it even seems very slow.
But such a slow sword light struck in front of Jian Yun as soon as it appeared in the void.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The sword light and sword cloud touched each other, making a sound that made one's teeth feel cold.
The Sealing Heaven Sword Formation is like a cloud, covering the sky and the earth, blocking everything. Compared with it, this sword light is really out of proportion, but the moment this sword light comes into contact with the sword cloud, it squeezes out the sword cloud. A groove appeared, but it looked slow, but in fact it was just a snap of the fingers. The groove was broken, and the sword light passed directly through the sword cloud.
"Whew..."
Ruqie Tofu passed through the entire sword array without any hindrance, and then flew into the void behind.
Uh-huh!
The sword light disappeared into nothingness, and the sword cloud stagnated in the void.
The sounds of the formation's movement, the sound of sword energy surging, and even the roars of some disciples in the sword-washing pool were heard in the sword formation.
All gone!
The world is silent!
The next moment, the motionless sword formation that was stagnant in mid-air suddenly split into two halves in the middle, just like a huge ship, disconnected from the middle, tilting to both sides, and tilting. After reaching a certain level, it suddenly exploded again. Countless black shadows and white robes, broken swords and broken lights, shot out in all directions with an indescribable whistling sound.
That scene was like a heavy fog dispersing, leaving only an empty void.
Everyone around the third snow line seemed to have their souls cut off in half.
At this moment, Fang Principle remained expressionless. He turned his head and glanced into a seemingly empty void. Then he controlled the Red Luan under his seat and flew straight forward. He walked out and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
He walked away neatly, leaving only a mess on the ground.
"what happened?"
"What sword did he just use?"
"Is this a witchcraft?"
It wasn't until Fang Yuan had passed that the snowfield monks reacted. It was as if they had just woken up from a nightmare and their souls had just returned to their bodies. Only then did they realize that the Sword Washing Pool's Sealing Heaven Sword Formation had been broken. Shocked and frightened, he actually couldn't remember how Fang Yuan broke the sword formation just now. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he could only think of the sword light that shone brightly on the snowy field.
"That person...that leader of the Six Paths, was he the one who broke our sword formation?"
"How is it possible... that sword, what kind of sword is it?"
What was even more frightening were the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool. Their formation was broken and they fell in all directions. They found that they were not injured, but for some reason, each of them felt that their hands and feet were weak, and the sword intention in their hearts was completely intact. Unable to condense.
This feeling is more frightening than the feeling of the Sealing Heaven Sword Formation being broken.
What kind of sword is that that can actually disperse our sword intent
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While there was chaos and confusion below, just above Wu Xue, in the void not far away, in the direction that Fang Yuan glanced at before leaving, there were standing two indifferent old cultivators. One of them, wearing a blue robe, with a purple crown on his head, holding a bronze moiré sword in his hand, looked at the direction Fang Yuan left without saying a word, his eyes seemed a little downcast.
"Old friend Gu, you asked me to come here just to take care of this child?"
Next to the purple-crowned old man, there is an old man wearing a hexagram robe. He looks very old. To describe him as old, he seems too young. His beard and hair are all white and shiny, but when he speaks, , but a set of complete and white teeth could be seen. He squinted and looked in the direction Fang Yuan left, and smiled, his voice appearing calm and clear.
"Originally, I was worried that I couldn't see it clearly, so I let you take a look!"
The old man wearing a purple crown spoke calmly and said: "But after seeing this sword, I felt that it was superfluous for you to come!"
"Haha, do you regret it?"
The white-haired old man smiled and said: "I probably didn't expect that only three hundred years after that sword madman, there would be another person who walked on that sword path, right? You cultivate the sword heart, and others cultivate the heart sword. , you use all things as swords, and other people's swords cut all things. Haha, this is a natural enemy. Although it is a bit taken for granted, it has its own way. It is not difficult to guess what will happen in the future. If this child can continue in the way of swordsmanship If we go on, Xi Jian Chi’s transcendent status as the leader of sword cultivators in the world may not be preserved..."
As he spoke, he seemed a little happy, and said with a narrow smile: "If you hadn't called me here, in order to keep the status of the sword washing pool, you could have killed this kid with one sword and wiped out the roots, but I happened to see it too. , it would be inconvenient!”
"You old man, stop talking!"
The purple-crowned old man was ridiculed, but he did not get angry. He just said calmly: "Their way of swordsmanship is actually a dead end. If they go against the world, they will eventually reach a dead end. In a safe world, just relying on them This idea can be called the evil sword, the absolute sword, but now that the catastrophe is approaching, the Sword Washing Pool is not so stingy, and will not destroy a fairy seedling just because of a dispute over ideas!"
The white-haired old man looked at him with a smile and said nothing.
After a while, the old man Ziguan said calmly: "Even if I want to kill him for the sword fight, it will take a long time to survive the catastrophe!"
The white-haired old man laughed and said: "This is the truth. Let's go, we should go to the South China Sea!"
(End of chapter)