After Ten Thousand Swords returned to their clan, the entire mountaintop was filled with cold swords, and the swords resonated and clanked endlessly.
I often feel tinnitus, my head is swollen, and I feel like my earwax is being pushed around.
Although defeated, he is not convinced.
"Ah! Damn evil demon, you defeated me today, but you cannot defeat the righteousness of the world!"
"One day, justice will be served!"
Fang Ping looked calm and raised his hand to summon the Aoki Sword:
"Zen Master Dajue has been deeply possessed by the devil. I will personally send his body back to Jiulongmen."
A sword energy soared into the sky, and just as it was about to hit Dajue's eyebrows, Wuxin suddenly came over:
"Please keep the Sword Immortal alive!"
The sword blade hovered one centimeter in front of Dajue's forehead.
Wuxin clasped his hands together:
"Amitabha, thank you Sword Immortal for keeping your hand."
Fang Ping was slightly confused:
"what are you up to?"
"The young monk wants to end this cause and effect with his own hands," Wuxin lowered his head slightly, "Everything started because of me, and it will also end because of me."
"Please ask the Sword Immortal to accept your magical powers."
Although Dajue still maintains the magical power of vajra to subdue demons, he is at the end of his strength. He is just holding on because of his inner demons.
Fang Ping raised his hand slightly, and slowly pulled out the nineteen flying swords inserted into Dajue's body, swinging the sword body without any blood on it.
At the same time, all the cold swords on the mountain were floating in the air. After stagnating for a moment, they rushed towards the city below the mountain like a tide.
The sword roared, returning like a torrent of steel, and was accurately inserted into the scabbard.
On the other side, in the temple, Wuxin held down Zen Master Dajue who was about to explode, and used his magic power to remove the man's decades of cultivation.
During the process, Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian and others rushed back and witnessed the scene of Wu Xin abandoning his martial arts.
"Amitabha," Wu Chan lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name.
"This... we obviously won the battle, why did Wu Xin do this?" Lei Wujie was puzzled, "Isn't this what it is?"
Xiao Se looked calm and said calmly:
"This dispute started because of the secret technique of Rakshasa Hall. Wu Xin may not want to bear it."
After a while, the body of the Great Enlightenment Vajra receded, the skin returned to flesh color, and the body returned to normal size.
Wu Xin's martial arts skills were exhausted, his body trembled and fell down, and he was supported by a wisp of sword intent.
"Wu Xin!"
Xiao Se was outstanding in Qinggong. He set out at the same time as Lei Wujie and Wu Chan, but he was the first to arrive to help.
"No problem, let's go..."
Wu Xin paused for a few seconds and spoke weakly:
"The forbidden techniques of Rakshasa Hall are returned to Buddhism and will not be taken away from them."
Several people were about to leave, but Dajue, who had just regained his consciousness, stopped him. Everyone's expressions froze, thinking that he would continue to pester them.
"Amitabha, thank you for not killing me."
"The person who was supposed to subdue the demon turned into a demon himself. I feel ashamed."
It's a thank you, and the other person is calm and unintentional.
Wuxin smiled slightly, turned and left.
But before leaving the temple, something strange happened again.
I saw several figures standing on the wall. Next to the leader was a young man carrying a peerless sword box on his back.
"Wushuang City!" Lei Wujie glared, "I actually followed you here!"
Everyone blocked Wuxin, who had lost all his martial arts skills, behind him, and informed Wushuang City that he no longer had any magic skills.
But that is not what Wushuang City cares about. Lu Yuzhai said in an indifferent tone:
"Since the Nine Dragon Gate has failed, how about taking that person away from Wushuang City?"
"Wushuang!"
"Know!"
The young man took off the sword case and smashed it lightly on the ground. The box body made a "click-click" rotating sound, revealing a famous sword.
Unparalleled one-handed kneading, sharp eyebrows:
"Yunsuo! Qingshuang! Wrap your fingers softly! Jade Ruyi!"
There were a few soft sounds of "噌噌噌", and several flying swords shot out, flying brilliantly in the air, leaving a brilliant light trail.
"go!"
Wu raised his hands and pointed, and the flying sword immediately attacked Lei Wujie and others.
"Uh-huh!"
Two more flying swords came out of their sheaths, causing everyone to panic and almost get injured.
Wushuang looked proud:
"This time, Wushuang City defeated Xueyue City."
Until Fang Ping raised his hand...
"Zheng——"
Long Yuan trembled slightly, and the ethereal sound of the sword rippled like the sound of heaven. The sound wave turned into substance, and actually froze all the unparalleled flying swords.
Fang Ping said calmly:
"This monk is in charge of Xueyue City, so there is no need to bother everyone in Wushuang City."
Lu Yuzhai showed fear on his face and his expression was erratic, as if he was thinking about something.
Wushuang snorted softly, crossed his arms across his chest and said:
"Ha, I thought you wouldn't take action... that sword flying in the sky just now, was it you, Sword Immortal Aoki?"
It seems that Wushuang doesn't have much respect for this new swordsman because of his peers.
"Yes, do you still want to block the way?" Fang Ping said calmly.
Hearing this, Lu Yuzhai sighed and patted Wushuang on the shoulder:
"Okay, let's withdraw..."
When I saw the tide of swords at the foot of the mountain before, I thought it was the "Guardian Sword Immortal" in the information.
In fact, Lu Yuzhai didn't plan to go up the mountain after seeing "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan", but Wushuang, the brat, insisted on coming up to see it.
"Wushuang, be obedient. People have seen it. Don't disrespect the Sword Immortal." Lu Yuzhai was really afraid that he and the Sword Immortal would fight.
The latter slapped his palms away, raised his head and said:
"Qingmu Sword Immortal, do you dare to take a blow from me?"
"If after one sword blow, Wushuang City returns home."
"good!"
Wushuang was full of fighting spirit, slammed the sword box, and the flying swords danced around him:
"Please ask Sword Immortal Aoki to test the sword!"
The flying sword soared into the sky, circled in mid-air and then stabbed Fang Ping. The latter swung the wooden sword lightly, and a violent sword intent erupted, knocking all five flying swords away.
"bass!"
Before the sword was gone, another sword was raised, and Wushuang was knocked away together with the sword box.
In just three seconds, the outcome was decided.
Wushuang lay in the pile of rubble in embarrassment, quite unwillingly:
"You are worthy of being a swordsman."
When he heard that the new Sword Immortal was only seventeen years old, he didn't believe it. He was not much different from his age, and he was still the owner of the Unparalleled Sword Box. He could become a Sword Immortal, but couldn't he?
I gave it a try today and I believe it.
The world is so big that there are really great talents.
But Wushuang still has one thing he can't figure out:
"There are three major sword-controlling techniques in the world that are famous in the world. One is the unparalleled sword-controlling technique, the second is the sword-controlling technique of Anhe silk, and the third is the sword-controlling talisman of Qingcheng Daomen.
But what kind of sword technique is used by the Sword Immortal, which can handle thousands of swords? Please clarify."
After trying the sword, Wu Shuang had a lot of respect for the Aoki Sword Immortal.
Fang Ping said calmly:
"The name of the sword passed down by the predecessors, thousands of swords return to the clan."
Compared with Wushuang's sword control, Wan Jian Guizong is not considered a sword master. He can only draw the sword in one move and attack them in groups. He cannot control each sword as flexibly as Wushuang.
Wushuang stood up, cupped his hands and said:
"Okay, thank you Aoki Sword Immortal."
Lu Yuzhai also quickly thanked:
"Thank you Aoki Swordsman for showing mercy."
After that, the group left quickly. Along the way, Lu Yuzhai kept scolding Wushuang, saying that he shouldn't be so reckless.
"The new Sword Immortal is also a Sword Immortal. If you are not in a good mood, I can kill you with just one sword!"
Wushuang pouted:
"Hey, the Sword Immortal is not as stingy as you, nagging me about the same thing for a long time."
...
On the other side, just as everyone was about to set off for Xueyue City, a spear came through the air.
"Dad!" Sikong Qianluo said in surprise.
The person who came was none other than the Spear Immortal, Sikong Changfeng.
Coming with him was Tianwaitian and White-haired Immortal.
When the two parties were arguing and had no intention of returning home, Fang Ping quietly came to the backyard and carried the golden coffin on his back.
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