No wonder Dongfang Hancui, who had already advanced to the late stage of real life, was forced into such a situation by his opponent. It turned out that the person who took action was a guy with such profound cultivation.
This is a middle-aged monk in his early forties, with a handsome face and a cool demeanor. However, what is striking is that he only has one hand, and the other arm is broken at the wrist.
Although this person has never met Yuwen Zhouyuan, he has heard of it in the Dongluo River cultivation world. He is the famous one-handed mad swordsman of Shengyue City.
This person also studied in Shengyue City, but his reputation far surpassed that of Dongfang Hancui of Lieyang Sect. In addition to two Supreme Elders in the True Master period, it is said that he is the current city lord of Shengyue City, and he has cultivated magical powers.
He is also slightly inferior to him.
This person has a great reputation and hates evil as much as he hates it. However, Yuwen Zhouyuan knows that he is just a hypocrite. It can be said that he is definitely a shameless guy, but no matter what his character is, the strength of the one-handed mad sword is unquestionable.
Yuwen Zhouyuan bets that at this time, the one-handed mad sword's magical power is far superior to that of monks of the same level.
It can be said that it is really difficult to deal with this one-handed mad sword!
However, after Yuwen Zhouyuan's face turned gloomy several times, he gritted his teeth and was ready to take action at any time.
Look at Dongfang Hancui, who has been away for more than a year. Although her face is covered with white gauze, it can be seen from her looming pair of beautiful eyes that this girl is even more charming.
There was a faint trace of blood on the white gauze covering his face, his hair was a little messy, and his breathing was rapid. It was obvious that he had been severely injured by the blow just now.
The one-handed mad sword man also muttered a little. Dongfang Hancui was still more difficult than he imagined. The few monks in the late stage of real life that he had met before were not so difficult to deal with. Binghan's true skill was really powerful.
The so-called long nights and many dreams, it is better to deal with her as soon as possible, otherwise the situation will not be good if other helpers come.
When he thought of this, he raised his eyes and glanced around with his one-handed mad sword. Within a few miles, there were already more than ten monks, either openly or secretly. Fortunately, these people were not sent by the Immortal Society to arrest him, but
Some guys who are watching the excitement and want to fish in troubled waters.
A cruel look flashed in his eyes. The one-handed mad swordman raised his hand, and a flying sword swam out from his sleeve. In a flash, more than ten rays of sword light were released.
"Cut!" The one-handed mad sword shouted softly, and the sword light seemed to be channeled, and disappeared from the original place in a flash.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart trembled, knowing that this sword's killing move was impossible, and considering the current situation of his sister Dongfang Hancui, he no longer hid his figure, and with a flash of blue light all over his body, he opened the shield.
As for the other guys who want to watch the fun, although they are slightly weaker, they have been able to enjoy themselves on Toguryu Island for so long, and their knowledge is quite extraordinary.
Seeing the movement of the one-handed mad sword, they all screamed inwardly. They did not expect that the one-handed mad sword would launch an indiscriminate attack, so they opened their mouths and released their protective spiritual weapons, preparing to receive the blow.
Unfortunately, it was useless. The first person to bear the brunt was an old monk with a fluttering white beard. This man was in the late stage of Zhenyuan. Although this man reacted quickly, he raised a small white shield before the sword light reached his body.
However, this object could not block the powerful blow of the magic weapon at all, and was easily split in half by the sword light, and the old man's head rose into the sky.
The others were all frightened. It was already too late to escape at this time. Their spiritual weapons turned into iron under the light of the sword and fell from the sky. And I turned into a cold corpse with blood.
Splash five steps.
"Finally, we got rid of the eyesore." The one-handed mad swordsman made a move, and the sword light flew back in front of him.
However, he suddenly changed and showed a somewhat surprised expression: "Hey, there is still one person who is not dead, you... you are a monk in the real-life stage."
It turned out that a green light spread out in front of Dongfang Hancui and shot down the flying sword that was attacking Dongfang Hancui, revealing a handsome young man.
"Are you Yuwen Zhouyuan of Lieyang Sect?" The face of the one-handed mad sword was full of astonishment. He and Yuwen Zhouyuan also met several times when they were cultivating immortals in Dongluo River. At that time, Yuwen Zhouyuan appeared.
He is a middle-level real person, but he has only been around for more than a year. How could he be reduced to the early stage of a real person?
His face suddenly darkened. It seemed that this boy must have practiced the technique of compressing and hiding his cultivation. Since he had this technique, the opponent's cultivation would definitely not be low!
On the contrary, Dongfang Hancui was surprised and happy when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan, and his beautiful eyes were filled with brilliant lights, as if he was dreaming!
"Brother Zhouyuan, is it really you? Sister, isn't it a dream?" Dongfang Hancui opened her mouth lightly and said.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at Dongfang Hancui, suppressed the lovesickness in his heart, and said: "Sister, yes, it's your brother Zhouyuan. Now is not the time to reminisce about old times. We can talk about it after we get rid of the one-handed mad sword!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't ask the reason why the two turned against each other. In short, he just helped Dongfang Hancui clean up the one-handed mad sword. If he dared to bully his own woman, he should be prepared to be tortured.
Thinking of this, Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves, and the Heavenly Sound Sword of Soul Sound came out of his hand. As the flying sword flew out, the sound of Heaven immediately filled the entire space, and the surrounding area instantly seemed to turn into a fairyland.
It's a spiritual weapon, and it's also a sound attack type!
The face of the one-handed mad sword suddenly turned ugly. Originally, he wanted to persuade him wisely. It would be best for this real-life young man to remain neutral. Unexpectedly, Yuwen Zhouyuan attacked him without asking for the reason.
The one-handed mad sword was frightened and angry. He pointed without thinking, and the sword light suspended in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he rushed towards the Soul Sound Heavenly Sound Sword.
Several rays of white cold light intertwined, and then the sword light turned into nothingness. This kind of magical power was extremely sharp, but it was vulnerable to Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual weapon.
The one-handed mad sword suddenly moved, and with ten fingers flicking, several rays of sword light shot out, and then exploded with a "bang", turning into thousands of threads and shooting towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Turn the sword into silk! I didn’t expect that this one-handed mad sword could be cultivated to such an extent!
Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but admire the one-handed mad sword. This kind of spell was recorded in the Chaos Art of Creation. It was extremely powerful in the way of swordsmanship, but it was difficult to practice to the extreme.
Usually those who practice it are old monsters from the True Master Stage, and those from the True Master Stage Monk Association are rare.
Fortunately, what turned the one-handed mad sword into silk thread was just sword light. If he could cultivate his natal flying sword to such an extent, Yuwen Zhouyuan would have no choice but to escape.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's whole body glowed with green light, and he opened his mouth and quickly flew out "Ice Soul Xuanguang Sword" and "Silver Light Chasing Wind Sword". As soon as these two swords came out, they quickly formed the "Great Zhou Tian San Cai" with the original Soul Sound Tianlai Sword.
Sword Array".
The sword array was completed, red light flashed, and what was even more strange was that there were countless golden runes flowing on the sword array.
After a quick turn, the sword formation became several feet in size, blocking Yuwen Zhouyuan's body.
There was a jingling sound, and the threads formed by the sword light had already shot onto it. Although the sword array was shaken by the beating, the defense was still as strong as an iron wall.
The expression of the one-handed mad swordman became ugly. He waved the sleeve of his severed hand, and dozens of small swordfish swam out. Each mouthful was only an inch in size, but the spiritual energy emanating from it made people feel frightened.
So many flying swords! Since Yu Wen Zhouyuan embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, he has gone through many twists and turns, and his knowledge is far beyond that of monks of the same level. However, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be surprised.
As we all know, the materials of magic weapons are extremely rare, and they need to be cultivated with the soul in the body in order to continuously increase their power. Therefore, even if a monk enters the stage of real life, he only has one magic weapon.
Of course, some masters with rich wealth or amazing magical powers will also have some ordinary magic weapons as assistance.
It is already rare for Yuwen Zhouyuan to have three spiritual weapons, flying swords.
Unexpectedly, this one-handed mad sword could spit out dozens of flying swords in one breath. Although these flying swords are not Yuan Shen magic weapons, they are clearly his natal magic weapons!
The name of One-Handed Crazy Sword is indeed not simple. Yuwen Zhouyuan finally realized the weight contained in this name.
Although this person has not advanced to the level of a real master, his magical powers are certainly the best among the peak real masters he has ever seen.
In fact, the two of them had the same idea, they both wanted to quickly deal with their opponent.
Dongfang Hancui's face also changed color. Didn't this one-handed mad sword thief try his best when he attacked him?
Although Yu Wen Zhouyuan was surprised, he had nothing to fear. Even the old monsters at the True Master level like the Emerald Islands. If he didn't escape from them, what would a one-handed mad sword at the peak of a real person be?
After a slight hesitation, Yuwen Zhouyuan stretched out his hand, patted it on the storage bag, and took out the gold-plated phoenix wings. On the other hand, he fastened several spiritual talismans, which had been refined before.
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The One-Handed Mad Sword swallowed a sip of saliva. The number of Yuwen Zhou Yuan Magical Artifacts has reached the point where he was amazed. Not only did this kid have Yuan Shen Magical Artifacts, but he actually had three of them, and they were all for offense and defense.
, the best thing is to form a sword formation.
He can sense the three-talented sword formation formed, and it is impossible to break through the defensive force with his strength. If he is trapped in the sword formation, the attack force will definitely hurt him!
In addition to being surprised, he also became greedy. If he could kill this young man, all the treasures on his body would belong to him.
However, this man can be regarded as a tycoon of his generation. The more he has such thoughts, the calmer he becomes. He also sees that Yuwen Zhouyuan is not easy to mess with, so he needs to stabilize his position first.
The one-handed mad sword calmly put his hands together and fired out a few spells. After absorbing the spiritual power, those flying swords suddenly surged. After a few breaths, they turned into three-foot green swords with cold radiance.
The sharp edges slowly rotated around the one-handed mad sword, like some kind of formation.
With such momentum, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not dare to take risks easily, so he tried it out first.
The mana flowed, and the talisman in his hand was sacrificed. It spontaneously ignited without wind, and then turned into dozens of fireballs the size of basins, crashing down on the opponent.
The one-handed mad sword snorted and pointed at the flying sword in front of him. Amidst the buzzing sound, seven or eight rays of cold light immediately shot through the air, facing the fireball, and then easily extinguished it.
Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned. The magic weapons of the One-Handed Crazy Sword were really powerful. The magic spells sealed in his own talismans were all mid-level spells, but they could not hurt the opponent at all.