Chapter 179 Holding a sharp blade, must have murderous intentions.
"Master Zhang is indeed a divine man!"
Wuxin Sanren walked up and bowed and said, "It turns out that in the mountain city, Master Zhang has always hidden his strength. With such flying sword skills, it is easy to deal with bad Taoist priests."
In fact, Wuxin Sanren didn’t know that Zhang Zhenfeng’s current cultivation level could barely activate the flying sword.
I'm not sure what the actual combat effect is.
Zhang Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Sanren is too rewarded. By the way, why did you come?"
A few days ago, we broke up in the mountain city. Don’t ask if you are unintentional, and come to Fushan Gorge first.
As a result, Zhang Zhenfeng arrived, but she hadn't come yet.
Mo Wenxin smiled and said, "I went home and placed Kunwuchuang, which wasted time. Fortunately, I finally arrived and could witness Master Zhang's dragon-slaying skills in person."
"So that's it." Zhang Zhenfeng nodded.
Lu Binghua and Tian Zhun came forward and congratulated Zhang Zhenfeng on his successful practice of flying swords.
Tian Zhun looked at Wuxin Sanren and suddenly said, "I heard that the Maoshan School also has flying sword skills, right?"
"There is a Maoshan Sect, but our Three Ghost Sect belongs to the Maoshan branch. It only practices Qimen Dunjia and cannot play with the flying sword." Mo Wenxin said.
Tian Zhun smiled and said, "I heard that Master Nan of the Chinese Studies once went to Maoshan School to learn flying swords. After studying for several months, he found that this flying sword was not as useful as a pistol, so he gave up, right?"
Mo Wenxin shook her head: "I have heard of this, but I don't know if it's true or false."
Lu Binghua smiled and said, "I see that the flying sword refined by Master Zhang is easier to use than machine guns."
Liu Banxian said: "My master's flying sword is easier to use than missiles!"
Zhang Zhenfeng was about to be humble, and the whistling wind came from the river behind him!
Looking back, a tornado was forming on the river surface.
Gradually, the river water was sucked by a tornado, forming a column of water that soared straight up.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon and everyone could see clearly.
The water column is about fifteen feet away from the shore.
Tian Zhun said angrily: "Oh my uncle, this evil dragon is challenging us!"
Lu Binghua looked at Zhang Zhenfeng and asked, "Is it that Master Zhang's sword energy that just now alarmed the evil dragon?"
"I don't know." Zhang Zhenfeng shook his head.
Tian Zhun asked: "Can Master Zhang test the power of the flying sword?"
Everyone agreed.
Everyone wants to see how powerful Zhang Zhenfeng's flying sword is.
Zhang Zhenfeng shook his head: "The distance is too far, exceeding the killing range of flying swords."
While speaking, the tornado, carrying the water column, slowly moved towards the shore.
The strong wind blew on the river bank, making everyone's clothes rush.
Some timid people have begun to retreat.
Zhang Zhenfeng walked a few steps towards the water pillar, held the short sword, and chanted a spell.
"The sword light shines on my body during the day, and the sword light shines on my body at night. The god of heaven lowers his head when he hears it, and the god of earth bows when he hears it. Those who go against me die, those who follow me live—rush as the law!"
Zheng!
With the sound of the sword, the flying sword shot out like lightning and passed through the middle of the water column.
Crazy-!
The water column collapsed, fell from a high altitude, and hit the river surface and river embankment.
A piece of white waves were smashed out from the river surface, and no one on the river bank ran away, and they all turned into chickens.
Only Zhang Zhenfeng, when he activates the flying sword, naturally had mysterious skills to protect his body, so there was no water spray.
The flying sword returned to Zhang Zhenfeng's hand, and the river surface gradually returned to calm.
"Damn..." Ye Tianming wiped the water from his head and asked, "Master Zhang, did this sword kill the evil dragon?"
"How is that easy?" Zhang Zhenfeng shook his head.
Lu Binghua said, "Everyone's clothes are wet, go back and change clothes. Take your time to deal with the evil dragon."
Zhang Zhenfeng followed everyone down the river bank.
Before dinner, Lu Binghua brought an old Taoist and Mo Wenxin to Zhang Zhenfeng's tent and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, Taoist Master Wuya, the head of the Maoshan Sect, is here. I'll introduce it to you."
Wuya’s old Taoist is well-known and his teeth are gone.
He has white hair and a thin figure.
Zhang Zhenfeng stood up and bowed.
What's even more evil is that the head of Laoshan Sect is called Ji Wuya, and the head of Maoshan Sect is also called Wuya.
It seems that the name Wuya is quite popular.
"It's really awesome for the younger generation. The Yangtze River is pushing the older generation forward." Wuya's old Taoist bowed his head and returned the greeting, and said with a smile:
"Before I came to Fushan Gorge, I heard about the name of Master Zhang in the mountain city. But I didn't expect that Master Zhang was so young."
Zhang Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Maoshan spells are famous all over the world. I am just a junior student in the Taoist sect. Please give me some advice."
"I dare not take it, I dare not take it." Wuya's old Taoist was also very modest. He took out the sword behind him and said, "This is the prison-controlling sword of our Maoshan Sect. Please check it out."
"Thank you."
Zhang Zhenfeng took the sword, held the hilt, and slowly pulled it out.
The sword is very narrow, less than two fingers wide, and the sword body is less than three feet long.
But there was a bloody color on the blade!
Looking around the light, it seemed that a layer of red mist was condensed on the blade.
Zhang Zhenfeng held the sword, closed his eyes, and felt it with his heart.
A powerful murderous intent was passed from the hilt of the sword.
Zhang Zhenfeng gradually felt the blood in his chest churning, and there seemed to be endless murderous aura condensed in his body!
Even, there is an urge to destroy the world!
The so-called holding a sharp blade in your hand will have the intention to kill.
Holding this peerless weapon in your hand even stimulates a person's murderous intention to the limit!
"What a cruel prison-suppressing sword!" Zhang Zhenfeng was shocked and opened his eyes.
The old Taoist Wuya stroked his beard and nodded and smiled: "It seems that Master Zhang is keen to sense and has already noticed the murderous aura of the sword."
Zhang Zhenfeng nodded, looked at the sword repeatedly, and asked, "Who is using this sword usually? Are you not afraid of murderous aura being fucked into devils?"
"No one dares to use it." Wuya Old Dao sighed and said:
"The murderous aura of this sword is too strong. No one in our Maoshan Sect can resist it. Many years ago, my uncle used it, but... he was retaliated by the murderous aura of the sword and finally got into a devil and killed himself.
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Zhang Zhenfeng nodded slowly: "This sword can kill dragons. But after slaying dragons, I am afraid that I will be backfired and my heart will be damaged."
Liu Banxian was shocked and shouted, "Since that's the case, Master should not use this sword. If you get into a devil, it won't be worth it!"
Lu Binghua also frowned, not knowing what to do.
Wuya's old Taoist nodded repeatedly: "Master Zhang said it well. This sword is indeed very evil. Our Maoshan School has been edifying with Taoist incense for hundreds of years, but it still cannot resolve the murderous aura in it. If you must borrow it, all the consequences will be
, you have to think of it."
"Where is the Tao, even if you die nine times, you will never regret it." Zhang Zhenfeng returned the sword to the sheath and said:
"If the senior believes me and is willing to borrow a sword, I will take the prison-suppressing sword to go into the water to kill the dragon tomorrow!"
In fact, Zhang Zhenfeng has weighed it.
I have experienced the cycle of life and death and have a much greater mind than ordinary practitioners.
A fierce sword makes you fall into devilishness very unlikely.
However, my cultivation level is not high at present, and once my murderous aura affects my mind and nature, it will take some time to recover.
Wuya Laodao said with a sigh: "Master Zhang is willing to take risks with his own life and kill dragons with his sword. How can I not bear to let go of this three-foot iron?"
The old guy said generously. In fact, he had already inquired about Mo Wenxin and knew Zhang Zhenfeng's ability.
Zhang Zhenfeng thanked: "Since senior said that, I will keep this sword. After I slay the dragon tomorrow, I will return the original jade."
While talking, Tian Zhun came with wine and food.
One is to welcome the leader of Maoshan, and the other is to drive Zhang Zhenfeng.
Zhang Zhenfeng still fasted, not eating meat or drinking.
After supper, everyone left.
But Lu Binghua stayed, worriedly asked, "Master Zhang, what if you are really retaliated by the murderous aura of the Prison Sword and become possessed by the murderous aura, what should you do?"
Zhang Zhenfeng smiled and said, "If I get possessed, you can kill me with one sword to avoid one more demon in the world."
Lu Binghua rolled her eyes and said, "I'm afraid that after you get into a devil, you will be killed by someone and the Buddha will be killed. I want to kill you, but you will be caught by a sword!"