The sword light is running, and the ripples are endless.
The Changchong sword is meant to embody a humble and peaceful heart, and to control the spirit of indifference and tranquility. The sky is high and its uses are endless.
The momentum of the Changchong sword wielded by the mysterious man is comparable to that of Lu Bei, but the realm contained in it is far above Lu Bei's, making it easy to tell who is real and who is fake at a glance.
Both are fake.
Lin Buyan is not like that.
Zhao Zihao and others were stunned and subconsciously took a few steps back. In such a small barren mountain, there were actually two sword masters pretending to be Lin Buyan.
What a ghost!
"impossible!"
Lu Bei's eyes widened, he didn't know what was going on in the Tianjian Sect, but in the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect, when it came to Changchong sword intent, except for senior sister Bai Jin, everyone else was more or less a younger brother.
He is very confident about this, and his posture is so excellent that it is difficult for him to keep a low profile.
For a moment, he couldn't help but doubt the identity of the mysterious man. He insisted that there was indeed such a person whose Changchong swordsmanship was superior to his.
The master of my cheap master Mo Buxiu, the great master of a certain Lu, the second leader of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and a junior fellow disciple of the same generation—Mu Lichen.
But Mu Lichen was locked up in a small dark room, so it was impossible for him to show up here, let alone pretend to be Lin Buyan and rescue the prisoner.
Mu Lichen is not the kind of master who would cheat his apprentice. He is a man of integrity.
"Who are you?"
Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, with golden light flashing in them, trying to see through the other person's true appearance.
The mysterious man smiled faintly: "Changchong's sword intent will not be false, Lin is Lin."
"Bullshit, Lin Buyan is not as confident as you!"
Lu Bei snorted coldly. After he finished speaking, he noticed that Zhao Zihao and the others had strange expressions on their faces. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't get me wrong. What I meant is that Lin has his own flexible standards for making decisions. He copied my appearance but didn't learn my essence. He's a complete fake."
"…" x8
You've already let it slip, why are you still pretending? X8
"What a silver tongue you have! You are making up stories about me right in front of me. I want to see who you are." The mysterious man raised his hand and drew his sword. The sword light was floating, real and fake. Without moving his body, the sword force was overwhelming and rolled towards Lu Bei.
"See? He's not Lin. He's too strong!"
Lu Bei held up his sword and chopped down the stream of light in mid-air, splitting the surging sword energy in half with lightning speed.
"…" x8
You are also very strong! x8
"Yes, it's worth a fight."
The mysterious man stepped forward with a sword in hand and said in a low voice: "In the past, in order to protect the Lingxiao Sword Sect, I had no choice but to hide my cultivation. Today, I will sharpen my sword and sweep away the haze. In the first battle, I will use your head as a sacrifice to the sword."
He took the next step, and both he and his sword turned into a beam of white light, cutting through the void and appearing in front of Lu Bei.
Behind him, the sword-controlling technique was exerted to the limit, and the sword light burst out in the air, one point to ten, ten points to a hundred, and in an instant it was like a violent storm, with countless sword lights flashing like thunder.
A violent white torrent swept across, submerging the barren mountains and the earth, shaking the earth and causing dragons to roll.
As soon as the dust rose, it was swept away into thin air by the misty sword energy.
From a distance, the barren mountain was flattened by a streak of white. The sword light came and went, like a dragon skimming across the water, leaving no sound or trace. Everything that stood in its way was wiped out completely.
The first attack he made was a map cannon, which clearly exceeded the limit of Lin Buyan's ability. Even if the latter possessed the power of Da Shi Tian, he could not strike such a stunning sword.
It’s not a problem of ability, but a lack of imagination. Mr. Lin can’t perform such beautiful sword flowers.
Zhao Zihao and others retreated to a ground, not because they didn't want to leave, but because they couldn't leave.
The barren mountain is accessible but difficult to exit. There is a vertical barrier that looks like a formation and a small world. They have no clue what is going on, let alone breaking through the formation and leaving.
Right now, there was nothing he could do except standing there staring blankly.
"Two senior brothers, please listen to what Zhao has to say."
Zhao Zihao spoke quickly, "The arrival of these two people is strange. I can't tell for the moment, but there is one thing I am very sure of, they are not members of my Iron Sword Alliance."
So, how long are you going to stop talking nonsense
“Although many of our fellow disciples in Tieshan Prison have committed serious mistakes, their foundation is also due to our Tianjian Sect. Why not release them, explain the whole story, and work together? Perhaps we can fight our way out.” Zhao Zihao looked at the two of them, waiting for their reply.
"no."
“I can’t.”
The black-robed duo resolutely refused, and one of them said, "My two brothers have received orders that if there are unstoppable prisoner robbers, we would rather destroy Iron Mountain and banish the criminals to the void than let them see the light of day again."
"Whose order is this? It's so cruel..."
Zhao Zihao was anxious and spoke hastily, but when he realized that he was wrong, he quickly changed his words: "That makes sense, but the current situation is not optimistic. We have exiled many of our fellow disciples. No matter who wins, we will be in trouble."
"For the Heaven Sword Sect, my two brothers and I are willing to die!"
"… "
Zhao Zihao's face turned pale. The man in black robe wanted to die, but he didn't. A bright future and wealth were waiting for him. How could he die in this barren mountain where no one lived
He said coldly: "Zhao is Elder Wu's direct disciple. If I am captured..."
"Don't worry, before we die, we will help you sacrifice ourselves for the Tianjian Sect."
"… "
You bunch of sword cultivators deserve to die without a burial place.
Zhao Zihao was so angry that his face twisted. He cursed inwardly that the ideological work of the higher-ups was not done well. The goal for which the sword cultivators were willing to die was to abandon the Sutra, not Qing Qian. If this matter was not dealt with quickly, it would inevitably lead to a serious disaster.
…
Boom!!!
A mysterious man holds a sword in the air, and a giant white dragon stalks the ground.
Lu Bei held up his sword to block the roar of the dragon head, and was forced to retreat all the way. He felt uncertain and confused. Obviously, everyone's sword intent was at the same level, but his long-lasting sword intent could not do anything to the opponent.
It's too strange, and it's definitely not just a matter of realm suppression.
At this point, it is meaningless to play the role of Lin Buyan, who has an impressive talent in swordsmanship. Lu Bei shouted softly, and injected the immortal sword intent into the sword body. The boundless sword energy condensed and turned into a sword pillar that reached the sky, instantly wiping out the figure of the white dragon.
"Huh?"
In mid-air, the mysterious man cried out in surprise, his attention drawn to the sword intent displayed by Lu Bei.
"Don't let that bastard take Lin's sword."
Lu Bei shouted loudly, took a step forward, and suddenly jumped up, turning into golden light and rushing towards the mysterious man.
The five fingers squeezed the air and caused an explosion. The immortal sword intent gathered into a fist, and the fist print crossed the sky, pressing the world to slowly move backwards.
Good sword intention!
The mysterious man took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand danced. The scorching white sword light transformed in an instant, condensing into a white light curtain that protected him completely.
Fists bombarded, and the overwhelming roar fell on the sword curtain, exploding into layers of ripples.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth were filled with wind and clouds, and the ripples suddenly escalated into huge waves, which seemed to be likely to destroy the world at any time.
The mysterious man was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and pointed it in the air. As his fingertips moved, the curtain of sword light rotated with the force of yin and yang. As the two fish swam, the terrifying force was removed and the seal of the sky-covering fist was easily dissolved.
Lu Beiwang was horrified, thinking that this great elder of Huangji Sect was quite something. Instead of lowering his sword and fist, they increased their power and hit the sword curtain heavily.
Snap!
Boom!
The stream of light exploded and the world became quiet.
The vented white light washed over the sword rain, gathered into an invisible and traceless form, and suddenly swept in all directions, causing the world to change dramatically.
The mysterious man thought he had overestimated the Immortal Sword Intent, and Lu Bei could not cause any trouble in his hands. But the moment he faced the sword Intent, he realized that he was wrong. He did not overestimate it, but underestimated it instead.
The unprecedented sword intent was far more powerful than he had imagined.
Hiss!
The mercury ripples swayed and shrank into a silver bead. The mysterious man held it in his hand, revealing its true appearance.
He looked at the blood-red streak on the silver bead, his eyes filled with horror.
What exactly is the sword intent
Lu Bei:∑(0д0;)
look familiar.
To be precise, I just saw it a while ago.
The Grand Elder of Huangji Sect, Zhu Heng.
"Isn't this grandpa? Why are you here in person? Is Aunt Eight okay at home? Did you beat Uncle Eight to vent your anger when you were unhappy?"
Lu Bei put away his sword. Seeing Zhu Heng's puzzled expression, he raised his hand and wiped his face, revealing his true appearance: "Grandpa, it's me. Have you forgotten that we teamed up to sell Zhan Lexian for a good price that day!"
To be on the safe side, he took out his commander's token and hung it on his belt.
"Grandpa..."
Zhu Heng raised his hand and touched his chin, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he said with a strange smile: "I don't know when I had a filial child like you. Since you call me grandpa, I won't embarrass you."
"Of course I do. Aunt Eight loves me the most!"
"hehe."
Zhu Heng's face turned cold, and he pressed down the Huangji Sacrifice Seal with his backhand.
At the same time, the black sword in his hand swept across the sword techniques, and the layers of sword light twisted the void, producing endless strange changes.
There was a loud bang.
The high-imitation version of Dashitian shattered in an instant, and the sword light dissipated.
Zhu Heng's body shook twice, and a fishy-sweet taste rose in his throat. His face changed, and he swallowed the sweet blood silently. The look he gave Lu Bei became even stranger.
What a profound idea! I can't even imitate it. This is definitely not the meaning of the Nine Swords.
"Boy, there's something wrong with you!"
Lu Bei didn't know what he meant. He punched the Emperor's Self-Sacrifice Seal in front of him and his face slowly darkened: "Who... are you?"
"Why should we explain Huangji Sect's work to a bastard like you from Xuanyin Division? You are lucky to have met me today. For that person's sake, I will not embarrass you."
Zhu Heng took a step forward, and his figure became illusory and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Lu Bei felt as if struck by lightning, his body stiffened in place, his vision blurred, the sky and earth were hazy, it seemed that a giant beast was dancing with wild wind, stirring up chaos of earth, fire, water and wind.
Immediately afterwards, two huge suns bloomed in the dark sky, and their brilliant power illuminated his body and soul on both sides.
Look carefully, that is not the sun, but a pair of eyes.
In the outside world, Lu Bei stood in mid-air in a daze, dancing and making weird poses that were hard to describe in words.
Zhu Heng reached out and took out an iron sword, trying to imitate the immortal sword intent, and blasted a large piece of black iron into pieces again. He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a moment he looked up at the sky, then leaned over and walked towards Zhao Zihao and others.
I was too playful at the time and wasted too much time, almost missing out on important things.
He raised his hand and touched his face, then turned into Lin Buyan's appearance. He fell to the ground as if nothing had happened, and swept down with his fingers like a sword.
Blood spurted into the sky and two heads flew straight up.