Chapter 571 Fellow Daoists, Listen to the Sword Cry!
Chapter 571 Fellow Taoists, listen to the sound of the sword! [Please subscribe]
Author: Fei Le
Chapter 571 Fellow Taoists, listen to the sound of the sword! [Please subscribe]
The martial arts arena is
The atmosphere gradually became tense!
The surrounding protective formations were activated, blocking out all the hustle and bustle.
Wei Han and Xuanyuan Ling looked at each other a hundred feet apart. One was expressionless and calm, while the other was excited and belligerent. Their invisible auras were clashing and testing each other.
"Junior Brother Wei, it's unlucky for me to meet him!" Xuanyuan Ling twisted his neck and sneered slightly madly: "If he hadn't denied the grudges between us and him, he really couldn't bear to ruin my kind of love.
Where is the Taoist heart of genius?"
"hehe!"
Wei Han smiled and said nothing.
In fact, why is he not like this?
If he didn't deny the millennium-old tradition of the two peaks, he really didn't want to have a high-profile fight in the east in full view of everyone, and he didn't want to destroy a stranger's Taoist heart. After all, he had no enmity with Xuanyuan Ling.
As for now, I’m still trying to catch a duck!
But we can't afford to miss that poor unlucky guy!
"Fellow Taoists, listen to the sound of the sword!"
Xuanyuan Ling deliberately acted cool and unsheathed his sword as if he were a fool.
"Buzz!"
The long sword he had been holding in his legs finally revealed its true form in Mount Lu. It was as crystal clear as ice, surrounded by runes and rhymes, and exuded a terrifying icy aura that swept in all directions.
A sword cry seemed to freeze the whole world.
Outside the martial arts arena, many Jindan Qidong disciples were in shock and inexplicable, because their souls were almost frozen, and their thinking was stagnant for a long time.
"Is that the Frozen Phoenix Sword?"
"Good fellow, Master Yu actually gave that sword to him?"
"Could it be that Fengming Sword, which almost begs for advanced spiritual treasures?"
Everyone took a breath and looked at the sword with a hint of eagerness.
Is it possible to prepare to advance from a magic weapon to a spiritual treasure? Rumor has it that the materials for its refining are extremely precious, and its growth is limited and its growth rate is very high. It is even more valuable than many high-level spiritual treasures.
Yu Fenglei's handing over this sword to Xuanyuan Lingyun naturally seemed like a waste of natural resources!
Bu Nao's sword was a perfect match for him. One person and one sword stood proudly in the field. The terrifying icy aura began to spread around, and the crackling sound of ice began to resound throughout the entire field.
In an instant!
The martial arts arena with a radius of thousands of feet has been covered by thick ice. If there were not formations blocking it all around, I am afraid that the entire Zixiao Holy Land would have been submerged in ice and snow.
"He will use three swords!"
Xuanyuan Ling sneered confidently, and his momentum suddenly surged!
"Boom boom boom!"
The spiritual energy outside his body roared and roared, as if a thousand-year-old iceberg was exploding, and the majestic spiritual energy frantically poured into the Frozen Phoenix Sword at the next moment.
Not only did it shine brightly, but the shadow of the ice phoenix suddenly appeared behind him, lingering with an astonishing frozen aura that began to spread in all directions.
"cut!"
Xuanyuan Ling laughed wildly and slashed down with his sword with both legs.
A hundred-foot-long ice blade appeared out of thin air. With the blessing of his sword, it seemed as if even the void was frozen. In an instant, it carried terrifying power and slashed towards Wei Han's head.
"hiss!"
Many of the disciples watching the battle were startled by that sword.
"What a terrifying power. The sword cultivator is worthy of being a sword cultivator. A single move with his legs is so sharp."
"No wonder it's as easy as drinking water and eating for a sword cultivator to leapfrog a level. Isn't that a sword cultivator who might have been killed without even reacting? What magic weapon can stop him?"
Everyone’s thoughts are flowing!
The sword that shattered the sky and earth had already struck Wei Han's head.
He chuckled slowly, raised his leg and punched out.
"Boom!"
Behind Wei Han, an illusory scene of three blazing suns burning the starry sky erupted. The terrifying heat was like the sun coming into the world, sweeping across all directions crazily.
The layers of ice outside the martial arts arena are melting!
In an instant, the surroundings became foggy.
And the punch Wei Han made was made of flames. It contained powerful fire and sword intent. All kinds of explosions, erosions, and burning auras crushed it like the earth was shattering, blasting away the hundred-foot-long ice blade on the spot.
Became crumbs.
"Hiss! Heaven-level fire-attribute skills, emperor-level middle-grade Big Moon Golden Crow Body?"
"He? He actually condensed his sword intention into the fist wind?"
The high-ranking monks around were in an uproar.
Even Xu Suwan and Jiang Yuan were confused. They obviously didn't expect that Wei Han's random trump cards would be so thrilling.
"My apprentice has an emperor-level physique? Doesn't he have the Great Moon Golden Crow Body?" Jiang Yuan looked regretful and exclaimed in disbelief: "It's his grandma's, why did that kid never tell you?"
"He doesn't know either!" Xu Suwan was even more confused.
Wei Han's physique is hidden very deep. After practicing the illusory and phantom magical power, his breath can even be hidden in the void. It is difficult to see through it even if he is not in the divine realm without deliberately breaking out.
Who would have thought that this guy was so silent and had so many trump cards?
Moreover, his sword intention can actually be integrated into the boxing style. The use of that level is simply superb. Isn't he hiding it too deeply?
"Junior sister, please give me up to him, please?" Jiang Yuan said regretfully, "If I had known, he would have accepted that boy as his disciple!"
"No, don't give him up to Wuliang Peak!"
At that time, a middle-aged bearded man covered in fire robes and with red beard and hair suddenly appeared in the void. His excited eyes were fixed on Dongfang Wei Han, with a trace of desire in his eyes.
"His grandma's fault, that boy's control of the wrong fire technique is so exquisite!"
"Which technique did he practice? There was a vision of the blazing sun burning up the starry sky?"
"Hahaha, he has implanted the roots of the building wood to act as spiritual roots. The wood strengthens the fire. It's wonderful, wonderful!"
The middle-aged man became more and more excited as he talked.
Jiang Yuan and Xu Suwan were confused again. They didn't know that Wei Han had Jianmu roots implanted in his body to act as spiritual roots. Did that guy have great fortune?
The middle-aged man in front of me is named Li Fentian!
This person is a man of heavenly cultivation, good at fire magic, and has a weird and domineering temper. He is also a very famous person in Zixiao Holy Land. He once gained the low title of Fire Demon Heavenly Lord in the Sea of Ten Thousand Stars.
The Wuliang Peak where he is located is the most special existence among the 365 peaks of Zixiao Holy Land.
Wuliang Peak rarely accepts disciples, each generation of disciples is sparsely populated, and there are even fewer direct disciples. Can each generation of disciples be the top fire magic geniuses?
This is a small but not to be underestimated Fengmai!
Is it possible that there was only Li Fentian in the Wuliang Peak of that generation? Is it possible that there were many outer sects and handyman disciples to the east of his sect that could be driven? Is it possible that there was no real direct descendant, and the peaks were withered and lonely in the east?
He held up the lintel by himself, and anyone who saw him had to respectfully call him Fire Demon Master!
Who would have thought that a dispute between juniors would even lead to that madman.
When the whole place was in an uproar, Xu Suwan and Jiang Yuan could not help but feel a headache secretly.
"Senior Brother Li, I have such a hot temper after not seeing you for so many years." Xu Suwan smiled hoarsely, waved her legs and said, "Mingyue will be a competition among juniors. Senior brother, please come east to watch the battle."