"Little brother, my flying sword is called the sound of the tide crossing the sea. You must be careful."
The monk in the surname Pang.
Li Xuan showed a harmless smile and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me, I will be more careful."
The two chatted for a while, but the atmosphere did not ease at all, but became more and more nervous.
Even Huangli, who had just relaxed, was a little worried and murmured: "Senior brother, don't have anything wrong. If you die, who will I explore the cathode land with!"
The monk named Pang gently brushed his fingers on the sword tip, and pointed the blade straight at Li Xuan, but hesitated and said, "You really would rather die than protect them?"
Li Xuan showed off her mouth and said, "If it were your senior brother, would you leave your fellow disciples and escape?"
The monk surnamed Pang thought about it and finally shook his head and said, "I will be very scared, but I will hold on."
Li Xuan shrugged and said, "Since that's the case, what else do you ask me for?"
The monk surnamed Pang laughed, and a crystal light began to flow from the blade, and a "rattle" tide sound was swaying around.
"You're right, I'm talking too much.
Since that's the case, let's use this last sword to resolve the grudges between our two courts.
After a sword, we walked one side to the sky.”
The monk surnamed Pang's eyes became cold and his whole body exuded a solemn look.
Li Xuan's expression also became serious. This monk named Pang was considered a powerful enemy. It was a bit difficult to deal with without revealing his full strength.
"Please."
Li Xuan took a deep breath, and the spiritual power surged in his dantian, and his whole body suddenly became warm and warm. The strange fire flowed in his body, protecting the spiritual consciousness of the internal organs.
The monk surnamed Pang was shocked when he saw Li Xuan's naked arms showing a light golden color.
It is rare for people who are arrogant but straightforward as Li Xuan. Compared with most selfish and indifferent monks in the Valley Lord's Mansion, monks surnamed Pang prefer the young people in front of him.
He sighed secretly in his heart, and finally the sword tip swung, and a wave of light mist formed on the blade, piercing towards Li Xuan's chest.
As soon as the sword edge came out, the monks on the side heard a deafening tide. Some monks with shallow cultivation only felt that their qi and blood were churning, and they were a little unstable to stand.
Under such a horrifying momentum, everyone held their breath and quietly watched what Li Xuan had to deal with it.
Even some monks who were optimistic about Li Xuan were secretly worried, feeling that Li Xuan could not resist the power of this sword.
This sword is the unique skill of the monks surnamed Pang. With a set of "Tide-Running Sword Technique" combined with the sound of flying swords across the sea, the ground is almost instantly captured.
Not only is it amazing, this swordsmanship also has more than a dozen murderous intents hidden.
Under the continuous tide, waves of spiritual power surged. If Li Xuan wanted to take advantage of the trick, he would be hit the worst.
After a sword was released, Li Xuan seemed to be unstoppable and could not be avoided.
His figure was like a small boat in the waves of the sea, completely swallowed up by the sword light! When he saw the monk named Pang take action, Li Xuan knew that he had to use some strength.
A huge wave came, and Li Xuan felt like he was like a rootless duckweed, and his whole body was stirred up.
“Very strong!”
Li Xuan helplessly activates the strange fire.
"Puchi..." With a crisp sound, Li Xuan's clothes on his chest shattered inch by inch. The sword edge of the tide crossing the sea hit Li Xuan's chest hard, causing a burst of exclamation.
The sword was full of power, and everyone felt that Li Xuan must have been penetrated by a sword.
Unexpectedly, when they saw clearly the situation in the field, they all took a breath.
The monk named Pang's face turned gray, and the sword tip of the sound of crossing the sea tide hit Li Xuan's chest, pressing his skin down, but he could not pierce the skin full of light golden luster.
The high-level flying sword is extraordinary. Even ordinary gold and iron cannot withstand its sharpness. However, at this moment, the sword body bent into a strange arc, which seems to be broken at any time! "What kind of body is this!"
Although Li Xuan stood still, the monk surnamed Pang felt a huge stream of spiritual power pouring out from the sword. This strong backlash forced him to withdraw his sword and retreat.
As soon as he left Li Xuan's body, the sound of crossing the sea tide was re-stretched, but the light that had just passed was gone on the blade.
Li Xuan's chest sank as big as a nail, and soon bounced back, leaving only a slightly red mark.
The cultivation of the strange fire turbulent deeds to the extreme can not only control the strongest flames in the universe, but also turn oneself into a sea of fire.
Although Li Xuan's extraordinary fire sect is only the first level, it is already close to the perfect posture. He just used strange fire to cover his body, forming a flame defense. Unless the powerful Nascent Soul comes in person, it is possible to break the defense. It is a mere gold that is full of money.
The Dan monk is still far from it! In the midst of an uproar around, Li Xuan said proudly: "The senior brothers from Fuzhiyuan, the three swords are gone!"
No one responded, and they all saw the sword of the monk named Pang just now, and they had absolutely no power to keep it.
If it were the others present, they would not have the courage to take on this powerful sword.
The world of monks has always regarded the strong as the most respected. Li Xuan was able to take this sword, and even if someone wanted to regret it, he would not dare to speak.
The face of the monk surnamed Pang gradually recovered. He put away the flying sword, clasped his fists at Li Xuan and said, "The little brother has a high level of cultivation, but he is not as good as possible."
"You are polite, senior brother."
Li Xuan said modestly.
"After passing the Three Swords, it's all right."
The monk surnamed Pang said, "Don't make things difficult for the two junior sisters in the alchemy room anymore."
The monks in the Fu Array Courtyard were a little ashamed. Lu Qingchen and Huangli rushed to Li Xuan. Lu Qingchen worriedly stroked the red marks on his chest and said, "Are you okay?"
“No serious problem.”
Li Xuandao.
The two women here were concerned about Li Xuan, and the monks from the Fu Array Courtyard over there wanted to disperse. Just when they were depressed one by one, Li Xuan spoke again.
"Dear brothers from Fuzhiyuan, wait."
Li Xuan said loudly with a smile on his face.
Everyone stopped and wanted to see what Li Xuan was going to say.
I heard Li Xuan say word by word: "The account of hurting people in the Danfang has been settled, but the matter of your monks in the Fu Array Academy touching me the female cultivator of the Danfang is not over yet!"
"What did you say!"
The monks in the Fu Array Academy were already suffering from the loss and were full of anger. Unexpectedly, Li Xuan was still resolutely resigned and immediately poured cold water into a pan, causing a burst of angrily scolding.
Li Xuan ignored these yelling monks and said coldly: "What, do you think this matter does not need to be investigated?
If this is the case, I will go to your Fu Array Courtyard another day, and when I see my senior sister, I will go to touch it a few times, just hope that you can still greet me with a smile."
"Hahaha!"
The monks watched burst into laughter.
The monks in the Fu Array Academy were all angry. The monks surnamed Pang sighed inwardly and responded loudly: "Little brother, what do you want?"
"It's very simple. Whoever bullies our female cultivator in the Danfang will have to pay the price! I also advise you, senior brothers, if I have me, Li Xuan, are there for a day, I will not bully the Danfang people!"
He spoke boldly and made a lot of noise, but this time no one thought that Li Xuan was making a big fuss.