The three words "Zongxuanjian" brought back too many memories for Fan Wushi.
When he was a child, he always practiced swords under the ginkgo tree with his eldest brother. He changed from wooden swords to short swords, and short swords to long swords. He had seen that big tree sprout in spring, emerald green in summer, golden in autumn, and wrapped in winter. Silver, he also grows from a toddler to a handsome young man. The stars change, the seasons change, and the seasons change, and the eldest brother is always by his side, from teaching him how to hold a sword, to exchanging ideas and communicating. When he was young, he understood the impermanence of the world, and he thought that he and the eldest brother would never change.
Unexpectedly, in the end, the Zongxuan sword they had practiced for half their lives was used to deal with each other.
Forced to recall the heart-wrenching past, Fan Wuzhen looked at Song Chungui with hatred from empathy in his eyes, his murderous aura turned against the sky, his moves became more fierce and fierce, and the speed of the sword was so fast that ordinary people's eyes could no longer catch up with him. superior.
Jie Bian came back to his senses and shouted: "Wu De, stop, don't fight!" He was still shocked that the sword technique Fan Wu De used was the Zong Xuan Sword that had been lost for hundreds of years, and what was even more shocking was that he was very impressed with this sword. The familiarity of swordsmanship is beyond his imagination, it seems that Fan Wuxi used this move, he can guess the next move.
It's just that the two of them fought harder and harder, and he no longer had the heart to watch, lest it really cause irreparable damage. Although Fan Wuxi was quite unexpected, given his age and cultivation, it was impossible for him to be an opponent of a top swordsman like Song Chungui, and Song Chungui came from a famous and decent family and was well-known by everyone.
Fan Wuxi turned a deaf ear to it, he mobilized spiritual power into Broken Sword, and everyone present could feel the spiritual pressure that was different from ordinary people. Any profound swordsmanship, to the extreme, is pursuing the unity of human and sword, and the sword can be used at will. The seventh heaven of Zongxuan sword is the first time to enter this realm. Although Fan Wuxi knew that with his current body and cultivation, he could not display the true power of the seventh heaven, but it should be enough to deal with this person.
Song Chungui's complexion changed drastically, he struggled a bit, but his instinct to perceive danger still surpassed his compassion for a young man, the two of them had gone through more than thirty moves, this young man was extremely arrogant, he must not be underestimated, he knew this If you fail to catch one move, your life will be in danger.
Song Chungui stood with his chest outstretched, pointed his sword at the blue sky, and then drew a full moon in front of him with one arm. There were many sword shadows around him, and those sword shadows turned into tangible sharp swords in an instant.
Infinite Sword Sixth Form - Sword Rain Technique!
The profound meaning of the infinite sword is to transform thousands of sharp swords with spiritual power, and the swords come out like rain, avoiding the inevitable-infinite, it is infinite.
Song Chungui actually planned to use the sword rain technique to deal with Fan Wushi!
Seeing that both of them were about to lose, Xie Bian shouted: "Stop—"
The sword move was released at the same time, the moment Zongxuanjian's sword arc and Wuliangjian's sword rain met, the spiritual pressure spread in all directions like a huge monster, and the people watching from afar did not escape the impact of the spiritual pressure, and were washed away one after another. fell to the ground.
Although Sword Arc is strong, it is still inferior to Jian Yu. There are still several sharp swords that escaped the impact of Sword Arc and came straight to Fan Wuxi.
In an instant, Jie Bian appeared in front of Fan Wushi, protecting the people behind him with one hand, and holding Infinity Bi in the other. A huge cyan curse mark appeared in the air, blocking the swords transformed from spiritual power one by one.
Song Chungui was impacted by the arc of the sword, staggered back a few steps, his face pale.
The cyan curse seal disappeared, Xie Bian was sweating profusely, his face was as white as paper, and his hand holding Infinite Bi was trembling.
"Senior brother!" Fan Wuxi hugged Xie Bian's swaying body, "What's wrong with you, are you injured?"
Jie Bian said angrily, "I tell you to stop!"
"I… "
Song Chungui said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is an Immortal Immortal? It's not appropriate for a person in the underworld to take care of the affairs of the underworld."
Xie Bian didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so he simply grabbed Fan Wuxi, rose up with his sword, and quickly escaped from Fumenghui. This time, Song Chungui didn't come after him.
The two of them flew a long distance before Xie Bian stopped on a mountain. Panting, he retracted his sword and glared at Fan Wuyin angrily.
Fan Wuxi's face was also ugly, he didn't expect this body to be so weak.
"What did we agree on before we came here? You said you would listen to senior brother, why did you fight him!"
"He hurt you."
"He didn't mean to hurt me, he just knocked off my sword."
"What is the difference."
"Of course it's different!" Xie Bian exclaimed, "Song Chun is a decent person, it is impossible to hurt people for no reason. It is really wrong for them to arrest people everywhere. We just run away. Why create such a cause and effect and cause such trouble."
Fan Wuxi said coldly: "I won't bother you if I win."
"Nonsense, your victory and defeat are all wrong!" Xie Bian sighed heavily, "Song Chungui is a famous and master-level monk in the world of cultivating immortals. You and I may not be able to defeat him together. How could you be so daring."
Fan Wuzhen breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to tell Xie Bian that he could win, but once he said this, it was difficult to explain, and he really underestimated the enemy, and if he wanted to take Song Chungui's life, he would definitely expose his identity. He was instantly aroused by anger and hatred.
"Just now Song Chungui just used the sixth form of the Wuliang Sword. He has already shown mercy. You can't handle it at all. If senior brother is not around, you will suffer a big loss. Senior brother knows that you are talented, so it is inevitable that you will be self-restraining, but People should not be frivolous and arrogant, reckless and reckless, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity when you are young, only humility can make people diligent."
Fan Wuxi stared at Jie Bian in a daze, watching him earnestly admonishing himself, his demeanor was the same as back then, even the words he said were similar, he suddenly smiled, and after being ridiculous, he felt sad again .
Jie Bian froze for a moment: "You're still laughing."
"Senior brother, I was wrong." Fan Wuxi said softly.
Xie Bian didn't expect Fan Wuzhen to admit his mistake so quickly, but he was a little helpless. Most of his anger disappeared immediately, he found a stone and sat down, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Although you admitted your mistake, it is still true. Wrong, I will punish you."
"Admit the punishment."
Xie Bian rolled his eyes, but he couldn't figure out how to punish him. It was the first time he had a junior, and it was the first time he encountered a junior who made a mistake. He had no experience in this: "...Go back to the underworld and talk about it."
"good."
"By the way, why do you know Zong Xuan's swordsmanship?"
"My Sanxian master taught me, I didn't know it was the Zongxuan sword technique."
Although this explanation sounds perfunctory, it cannot be refuted. Xie Bian frowned and said, "It seems that your master is a descendant of the Zong family. , there must be someone who inherited this sword art and passed it on to future generations."
"Um."
"I heard that the Zongxuan sword has a total of nine heavens, and when it reaches the seventh heaven, there are few opponents. What is the weight of your move just now?"
Fan Wuxi said without changing his face: "Master didn't tell me, maybe he didn't practice very orthodox himself."
Jie Bian nodded, and murmured in a daze: "It's so strange, I always feel like I've seen this set of sword techniques somewhere."
Fan Wuxi's heart tightened: "Have you seen it?"
"No, I haven't seen it, but I don't know why. I just think this sword technique is very familiar. When you fight Song Chungui, I can often guess how your next move will be, but I really don't remember me. I have seen Zong Xuanjian before."
Fan Wuxi was silent. He couldn't tell Xie Bian that in the previous life, you practiced this set of swordsmanship since you were four years old, maybe it was engraved on your soul, so that no matter how you reincarnated, it could not be erased.
A set of swordsmanship can make you unforgettable for two lifetimes, what about me? I am on your soul, what can I leave behind
"Perhaps you have a destiny with this sword technique." Fan Wuxi said, "Brother, do you want to learn it? I can teach you."
Xie Bian's eyes lit up: "Really? This Zongxuan sword technique is the top skill in the world of cultivating immortals. The ancestors of the Zong family used it to rule the world of cultivating immortals for three hundred years, and the demon master also relied on it to dominate the world alone. It is so powerful Of course I want to learn the sword technique."
"I teach you."
Xie Bian happily said: "Okay."
Fan Wuxi walked over: "Are you feeling unwell or injured?"
Xie Bian lowered his head and glanced at his right arm, which had been suffering from a dull pain since just now. Blocking Song Chungui's move for a living, even if Zong Xuanjian neutralized most of the move, it was still very uncomfortable.
Fan Wuxi said: "Let me see."
"Forget it, it's okay."
"Let me see." Fan Wuxi looked at Xie Bian stubbornly.
Xie Bian hesitated for a moment, and slowly unbuttoned his skirt.
Fan Wuzhen didn't have any thoughts at first, but just as Xie Bian showed a white and thin shoulder, his throat suddenly tightened.
Xie Bian took off his clothes to the elbow, only to see that his right upper arm was bruised and his complexion was faintly blue. When he relaxed, his fingers were still trembling uncontrollably.
Fan Wuxi slowly stretched out his hand, grasped Bian's arm, and gently kneaded it from top to bottom: "No bone was hurt."
"Ah That's good."
Fan Wuxi released his spiritual power to remove blood stasis for him.
"No need."
"Don't move." Fan Wuxi stood behind Xie Bian, his burning eyes lingered on his porcelain-white neck and shoulders, his mouth became more parched.
He was so familiar with this body that even with clothes on, he could imagine what he would see after peeling off layers of it.
When attacking from behind, he would grab this slender arm and force this body to bear the impact. He likes to leave spots on this clean canvas-like skin, especially this slender neck. The warm flesh exudes an intoxicating orchid fragrance, followed by uncontrollable trembling and contraction.
He has violated every inch of this person's skin, with his hands, lips, and teeth. He has imagined for a hundred years, and now this person is within reach. He wants to strip this person naked, rub him into his arms, press Under the body, I want this person to cry and beg for mercy, just like countless times before.
Can't resist, can't refuse, can't ignore, because this person, his elder brother, who has been wanting to monopolize since he can remember, is destined to belong to him completely.
"No deterrence?" Xie Bian hissed, "Take it easy."
Fan Wuzhen took a deep breath, let go of his hands in panic, not daring to touch Xie Bian again.