Faced with Lu Bei's almost humiliating question, Meng Buwei's face turned pale and he did not answer. Instead, he reached out for the sword given by Mei Wangsu.
Hold back, it's not time to show your cards yet.
Bang!
Rubble flew everywhere, and Wen Bubei climbed up from the rubble with a swollen face. He flew to Meng Buwei's side, exclaiming in amazement, expressing his admiration for Lu Bei's amazing speed.
"Junior Brother Wen, the enemy is not worth bragging about. He just killed Junior Brother Chang and Junior Sister Pang!" Meng Buwei said with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth.
"For people like me who practice swordsmanship, what we seek throughout our lives is nothing more than the sword path. I'm sure that my senior brothers and sisters would be extremely happy to die by practicing the sword path that they have pursued all their lives." Wen Bubei nodded calmly, saying that he would die without regrets.
Meng Buwei was furious. He glared at his fellow apprentice, smoke coming out of his nostrils and his eyes as big as copper bells.
"It's just talk, don't take it seriously, big brother."
Wen Bubei stretched out one hand, put his five fingers together, and empowered the sword body with sword intent, and it sank straight into the void.
With a hissing sound, he tore through the space in front of him and dragged out the broken bodies of Chang Buqing and Pang Buchu.
It’s so tragic, the sword is broken.
Meng Buwei's heart skipped a beat, but then he thought to himself that it was a safe bet. Although the two sword masters were seriously injured and their minds and souls were broken, they were not hopeless. After three to five years of care, they would be able to get off the bed and recognize their shoes.
"No, we shouldn't put our brothers and sisters in danger when we are facing a powerful enemy."
Wen Bubei frowned, and under Meng Buwei's stunned gaze, he pushed the two seriously injured people into the void with his backhand.
“Junior brother, you…what are you doing?” Meng Buwei’s scalp was numb and he felt unwell all over.
"The enemy's sword power is as strong as mine, and he also has magical powers. If I bring my senior brothers and sisters to fight, not only will we not be able to save their lives, but there is a high probability that you and I will also be killed." Wen Bubei explained reasonably.
Because it made so much sense, Meng Buwei couldn't find any fault with it and could only stare blankly.
"Don't be upset, big brother. I am just telling you the truth. Besides, this is a blessing in disguise for my brothers and sisters. Big brother should be happy for them."
Wen Bubei said enviously, "As far as I know, my senior brother and sister are limited by their lack of talent, and it is quite difficult for them to practice sword skills. They have not made any progress in many years. Today, they were severely injured by the sword will and their sword bodies were broken. Isn't it a case of breaking and then rebuilding? I wish I had this opportunity."
If you can't speak, shut up!
Meng Buwei snorted coldly. He was a man of integrity. Like other senior brothers, he didn't like the junior brother. In addition to jealousy, there was another very important reason. These geniuses who thought they were very humorous often spoke in a way that could make people angry to death.
Big Brother, Master is out on business today, so he asked me to teach you the sword intent. By the way, do you know what the sword intent is
It’s okay, isn’t it the same for everyone
Don't be sad, big brother. Look at your sword, there is still a lot of room for improvement.
Big Brother, say something!
Listen, are these human words? If he hadn't been defeated, he would have turned against you long ago!
Meng Buwei became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Since you are so envious, I will leave Junior Nephew Lin to you. I will stand guard for you and fend off the other two Junior Nephews so that they won't disturb your fun."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Wen Bubei was overjoyed when he heard this. He took a step forward and stood above the cliff. He held up three white spots of light in his palms and they were spinning.
"My nephew is incredibly fast. I don't think I am his match, but the sword intent is in front of me and I can't wait to show off my skills. I have created a three-element sword formation. If my nephew doesn't mind..."
"I hate it. I really hate it!"
Lu Bei suddenly charged forward, golden light flashing, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and his fist, wrapped in immortal sword intent, hit Wen Bubei's face directly.
He, Lu, had no interest in the Three Yuan Sword Formation or anything like that. What was wrong with being fast? The principle of cultivation and fighting was to overcome the weak with the strong, and to let the weak prevail. It was impossible to expect him to fight fairly.
The terrifying force concave the air and pulled it in an arc. Before Wen Bubei could react, the fist was deeply buried in his face.
Snap!
With a crisp sound of sword ringing, Wen Bubei transformed into an iron sword in mid-air and flew backwards, exploding into large pieces of iron filings. After landing, dense pits with smoke that lingered for a long time were left behind.
Lu Bei raised his eyebrows and looked to the left and right with his golden eyes. There was a Wen Bubei on each side of him. Their bodies, appearances, and auras were exactly the same, and the three white dots on their palms were exactly the same.
"Don't be anxious, nephew. I will first tell you what the Three Element Sword Formation is. It won't be too late to fight after you've finished listening."
The two Wen Bubei spoke one after another. As soon as they started talking, a third figure condensed out of thin air: "In ancient times, sixty years make up a Jiazi. The first Jiazi is the Shangyuan, the second Jiazi is the Zhongyuan, and the third Jiazi is the Xiayuan. One hundred and eighty years is a change in the world, and the cycle repeats to form the Three Yuans..."
"The origin has a physical form: heaven, earth, and man. Heaven has three names: sun, moon, and stars; earth has three names: mountain, river, and soil; man has three names: father, mother, and son..."
"From this point on, it is called infinite."
Wen Bubei became happier and happier as he spoke. He laid out the theory of his self-created sword formation in detail, fearing that Lu Bei would not understand, and explained it clearly word by word. Finally, he said, "The purpose of this formation is extremely high. I am not very talented, and I am far from being able to use heaven, earth, and man as the three elements. The foundation of the formation is the three sword intents of Changchong, Poxiao, and Wuliang. I am ashamed to say that the fundamental reason for creating the formation is that it is too difficult to integrate the three sword intents. It takes a lot of energy to control them. It is difficult to hold the sword intent for a long time, and I lack the means to defeat the enemy. That is why I took a different approach and created the Three Elements Sword Formation."
"Ah, this..."
Lu Bei was scratching his head as he listened to this. He had thought that this guy was a cold and ruthless genius who didn't talk much and had no emotional intelligence. He never expected that this guy was actually a chatterbox who even gave his own commentary to sell himself out.
In this insidious and cunning world of cultivating immortals, where everyone uses their ultimate moves without shouting them out, there are not many honest people like Wen Bubei.
"My nephew, your sword power is so strong that it must have consumed a lot of your energy. You should understand the difficulties I faced in creating the formation..."
At this point, Wen Bubei sighed, then his face straightened and he said loudly: "Although the Nine Immortal Swords of our Grandmaster are good, they are not suitable for us descendants. Over the past thousand years, there have been so many brilliant sword masters, but no one has learned all nine swords. This is ironclad proof. The Grandmaster's path is not feasible and is only suitable for him. If we want to achieve something in the way of the sword, we must innovate, otherwise it will be a waste of talent. No matter how strong we are, we will only be the second Immortal Sword Master."
Good man, you are a chatterbox, yet you have such ambition!
Lu Bei's expression froze when he heard this. He deeply admired Wen Bubei's ambition, but he had no passion in his heart. He was not Wen Bubei, and he did not have the sword-seeking determination of Bai Jin and Zhan Hongqu. He had never thought of anything beyond abandoning the classics.
What's wrong with being the second Immortal Sword Master? That sounds very impressive!
Besides, what's wrong with following someone else's path? As the saying goes, those who come before us plant trees for the next generation to enjoy the shade. If the next generation doesn't want to enjoy the shade and insists on planting trees themselves, then wouldn't the trees planted by those who come before them be in vain
The two of them had different ideas and had nothing in common. Wen Bubei became more and more excited as he spoke, and his blood boiled. Lu Bei just thought he was very noisy, so he blasted out with a sword fist, and a beam of white light blasted him into iron filings all over the sky.
"Junior brother, blame me for talking too much. I think you are so excited to see the prey that you can't contain yourself. In that case, let's get started without wasting time!" Wen Bubei thought that Lu Bei was eager to try and thought he had found a like-minded person, so he was overjoyed and directly activated the Three Yuan Sword Formation.
Buzz buzz buzz—
The sword wheel circled, and the rolling sword energy whistled, cutting through the sky.
Three giant swords rose from the ground, taking the power of heaven and earth one step further, splitting the world and creating their own.
In the formation, the azure world was filled with boundless sword energy. All one could hear were bursts of extremely sharp clashes of metal and countless sharp sword lights intersecting. Sword intent filled the air, and the sword forces were connected. Waves of sword energy cycled, endlessly born and destroyed.
Lu Beiren was in the formation, like a fish in the sea. He looked around the world and saw the sharp edge of the sword. The space was frozen, and it was difficult to move. He punched away the sword light in front of him, which was very tiring. He felt like he was carrying the whole world on his shoulders.
The solidified small world was self-contained and could not tear open space to escape. The sword light came endlessly, and the sword intent exploded in the midst of annihilation, stinging the skin. After a while, Lu Bei was ground into a bloody man.
He secretly thought it was troublesome. If he had known that the sword formation was so strange, he should not have been so hasty to take action just now. He should have sacrificed the red song first to weaken the sharpness of the sword formation.
Careless!
The good news is that under the impact of countless sword lights, the sword body's experience is increasing rapidly, just like entering a training room.
Or the kind that does it for free.
Only sword intent can counter sword intent, but Lu Bei didn't think too much about it. He could see that Wen Bubei set up this formation just to observe his sword intent.
This is very bad. Double standards mean that I can get something for free from you, but you absolutely cannot get something for free from me.
Glancing at the experience of the sword's soaring body, Lu Bei decided to endure it a little longer, wait for the growth to slow down, or even stop, and then use his ultimate move to attack the center of the formation.
With Wen Bubei's detailed explanation, he basically had a grasp of the structure of the formation. The three phantom images of people holding swords were endless, and no matter how many times they were killed, they would be resurrected because of the operation of the formation. The center of the formation was the real Wen Bubei.
"Nephew, why don't you draw your sword quickly!"
Unable to see Lu Bei's sword intent, Wen Bubei became quite anxious. He turned his hand to suppress the power of heaven and earth, and bombarded Lu Bei with all the pressure of the world. A large red mist exploded with a bang.
…
Outside the formation, Meng Buwei, who was responsible for providing cover, was in danger.
With the lessons learned from Chang Buqing and Pang Buchu, Meng Buwei refused to fight with Lu Bei. Huashen defeated Lianxu, and he was in great perfection. There was something weird about it. Fighting with Lu Bei was definitely not a wise choice.
Zhan Hongqu and Bai Jin were different. Ignoring his unreasonable swordsmanship talent, the rest was still reasonable. He was fighting one against two, and with the advantage of being two hundred years older, his magic power was enough to suppress the two of them.
Then he was suppressed by the two of them. To the left, the Changchong sword intent that he had honed for many years was no match for Bai Jinqing, and to the right, Zhan Hongqu had two sword intents fused together, so he could not gain any advantage.
He was caught in a dilemma and looked quite embarrassed.
I'm going to die!
Why are you nephews all so powerful? Can't you show some respect to your uncle who is a 300-year-old man
Meng Buwei couldn't understand it. Although they were both senior brothers, Lin Yu in the sword formation was so powerful and unreasonable that he fought against three elders in a row. However, he, at his old age, was living a life of poverty and had a hard time even beating his two nephews.
This shouldn’t be the case. Senior Brother is not like this.