The whistling sound of true energy is like a real dragon wandering around!
Everyone in the yard was stunned.
Such rich and terrifying Qi would be difficult for even the most powerful person to achieve.
But the next second, something even more incredible happened to them.
Lines of true energy visible to the naked eye suddenly erupted from the monk's body!
It turned into a series of white dragons, and the flying swords wrapped around the chest kept circling and flying.
Under the catalysis of Zhenqi Youlong, the flying sword, which was less than three inches long, began to skyrocket at a speed visible to the flesh!
Five inches!
Eight inches!
Two feet!
Three feet!
Three-foot Qingfeng sword!
Suddenly hovering in mid-air, the monk took the opportunity to roar, jumped up from the ground, stepped firmly on the blade of the sword, let out a wild wolf's laughter, pinched the magic with his fingertips, and flew
The sword trembled a few times, erupted into a buzzing sound, and instantly carried him into the air!
Everyone's eyes widened!
The monk stepped on the flying sword, ten meters above the ground.
He put his hands on his back, and his robes rustled violently in the wind. He was like an enlightened master, full of a supreme sense of holiness!
"Hahaha!"
The monk stepped on the sword and laughed wildly: "How? Flying with the sword is the real ultimate goal of cultivation!"
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
He was condescending, overlooking everyone.
It gives people the impression that he is an immortal who walks on swords from the ancient immortal clan. Everyone admires him and deeply worships him.
But Lu Fan laughed softly and said, "Flying too low."
"What did you say?"
The monk spoke coldly in mid-air.
Not only him, everyone else also looked at Lu Fan in surprise.
Flying too low?
There has been no sword flyer in the Central China for thousands of years. If one appears, it will definitely shock the ancients and the present.
But Lu Fan actually dislikes people and flies too low?
"Yeah, I said you flew too low."
Lu Fan shook his head: "It's only a dozen meters high, which is only three or four floors, and it can't be moved. It's flashy and useless."
His tone was contemptuous, as if he didn't take the opponent's stunts into consideration at all.
The monk sneered and said: "Don't just talk, who can't talk hard? Let alone more than ten meters, even if you can use the flying sword today, even if you step on it one meter off the ground, you will win, how about that?"
The flying sword under his feet was obtained by Menzhong during an inadvertent treasure hunt.
There were also several flying swords unearthed at the same time. This one was of the worst quality, could fly the lowest, and could not fly flexibly.
But in a place like Middle-earth where spiritual energy has been declining for thousands of years, using it to scare these people is more than enough.
"one meter?"
Lu Fan smiled and said: "You look down on me too much. Let's do this. If you can catch up with me in a while, you will win!"
He didn't finish his words.
Suddenly he shook his hand.
A stream of cyan light flew away instantly from his waist!
The speed of this stream of light was so fast that people could not distinguish its shape at all. It drew a circle in the sky at an unparalleled speed, and everyone's eyes widened when it returned to Lu Fan again.
"Flying sword!"
"It's actually another flying sword!"
Everyone could see clearly that the stream of light flying out from Lu Fan's waist turned out to be a glazed flying sword!
The length of the flying sword is only two inches, but in terms of quality and shape, it can crush a monk by tens of thousands!
What's more important is that everyone can actually feel the extremely terrifying spread of true energy on Fei Shang's body...
"This is not just a flying sword, it is also a divine magic weapon!"
