Chapter 16 Even farting contains the supreme sword intent...so terrifying!
Fang Ping still has one month left before the task is completed.
In the past thirty days, Li Fansong came to the pavilion every day. If he failed, he would go back to the inn to heal his injuries. The next day, he continued to ask for swordsmanship, and shouted to Cangshan for an hour each time:
"Qingcheng Mountain disciple, Li Fansong, comes to ask Jian Xueyue Sword Immortal!"
The master said it was absolutely beautiful, it must be extraordinary, he couldn't believe that he couldn't see that sword.
And Li Hanyi has his own temper:
"I am no longer the Xueyue Sword Immortal. No matter how many times he asks the sword, what does it have to do with me?"
"I'll think about it again when you come out of seclusion and take my sword."
Both of them are sticking to their beliefs, but only Fang Ping is negatively affected.
Li Fansong came to invade the pavilion and had no choice but to respond. Instead of trying the sword, his swordsmanship failed to improve. His sword mastery was repeatedly interrupted and his efficiency was slow.
Today is the last day:
"Qingcheng Mountain disciple, Li Fansong, comes to Chuangge again!"
Fang Ping stood up:
"It's been a whole month, let's end it today."
The green wood sword blade is held in the palm of the hand, and the sword's intention is flying in the clothes.
"I'm going!" Li Fansong retreated, "End? Master Sword Immortal, I'm just here to ask about the sword. I don't want to die here. How about... I go down now?"
Fang Mu smiled, raised his hand and drew his sword:
"Haha, it's too late."
After a fight, Li Fansong was so tired that his clothes were torn in twenty-eight places, which was equivalent to dying so many times.
A smile appeared on Fang Ping's face:
“The precipitation effect is good.”
Enlightenment of the sword in three months, meditation and re-engraving and Li Hanyi's repeated sword trials raised the sword's power to a new level.
At this moment, as the sun sets, the mission is completed:
[Congratulations, the mission ‘Essence of Swordsmanship’ has been completed! 】
[Obtain: Dahe Sword Intent!]
Fang Ping's heart felt warm, and a subtle and indescribable sword intention flowed throughout his body, circulating through the eight extraordinary meridians, the twelve regular meridians, and the fifteen meridians.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly, Fang Ping's body shook, and a wave of sword intent rippled out, spreading throughout the city.
Completely comprehended the sword intention of Dahe.
Li Fansong looked confused and murmured:
"This is the level of the Sword Immortal. Even farts contain the supreme sword intention...so terrifying!"
Fang Ping’s mouth twitched:
"Come on, Taoist priest, put your face towards me."
At the same time, several eyes in the city looked at Dengtian Pavilion, all aware of this extraordinary sword intent.
Xiao Se is drinking tea:
"He should be called a unique genius, and it is difficult to find such swordsmanship in the world."
Behind him, Sikong Qianluo was holding the Flying Sky Monkey, chasing after him:
"Xiao Se, stop here and tell me clearly who the savage girl is!"
At the same time, Lei Wujie was practicing his sword in Cangshan Mountain, preparing for the future agreement. When he felt the sword intent coming from the river, his eyes became firmer:
"Sword Immortal, I also want to be a Sword Immortal!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful figure stepped out of the flower, and the fragrance came to him.
In the Dentian Pavilion, Fang Ping noticed something and looked at Li Fansong with a smile:
"Here she comes, Taoist priest."
"Ah? Who?"
As soon as the former finished speaking, the doors and windows of Dentian Pavilion suddenly sounded, the air condensed into frost, and the phantom ice dragon moved.
"Wooden boy, take my sword!"
"Zheng——"
The sword chanted, Long Yuan came out, a cold light drew a half arc, and the sword energy condensed and the light and shadow followed!
The ice dragon cut by Tiema Glacier cracked inch by inch and turned into countless ice cubes falling down.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Ping and Li Hanyi were fencing nearly a hundred times. Their sword moves were agile and their steps were coordinated. At first glance, they thought they were dancing with each other.
Li Fansong’s pupils dilated:
"Xueyue Sword Immortal is finally willing to come out...
Li Fansong, a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, came to ask Jian Xueyue...ah! I'll go!"
Before they finished speaking, the sword energy of the two sword immortals clashed, and their strength leaked out, like the sky pressing down on the city.
Li Fansong, who was standing on the top of the pavilion, tilted his body and was thrown out.
"Feixuan! Feixuan save me!"
The little Taoist priest in the crowd sighed, made a hand seal with his hands, and the Taoist magic transformed into an illusory giant hand, catching it firmly:
"Little Master Uncle, Little Master Uncle, there are two gods fighting, why are you, a mortal, so close to them?"
"..."
At the same time, ascending to the top of Tian Pavilion, Li Hanyi raised his sword to his chest:
"Come, let me see your results in three months!"
"certainly."
Both sides used sword techniques at the same time, and the whole city was filled with scattered petals and a sea of colorful purples and reds.
Suddenly, Fang Ping stopped his hand, turned around and looked at Xiaguan, raised his hand and waved his sword:
"Get up! This is the beautiful sword you want!"
Wuliang Sword suddenly flew up, dragging Li Fansong's body up to the pavilion.
In the blink of an eye, he was summoned to the top of the pavilion and placed in the center of the flower spiral, with the sword intent surging and his heart at ease.
Fang Ping asked the sluggish Li Fansong to hold the Infinite Sword tightly and said calmly:
"The goal is right in front of you, what are you waiting for?"
After saying that, he retreated a hundred meters and exited the swirl of purple flowers.
Li Fansong finally came to his senses, adjusted his breath and calmed his mind and said:
"Qingcheng Mountain disciple, Li Fansong, comes to ask about swordsmanship!"
Li Hanyi bit his silver teeth lightly and looked at the cheerful Fang Ping in the distance, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.
She looked at the person who asked about the sword and said in a bad tone:
"What's the name of your sword?"
"Wuliangjian, please let the Sword Master try it!" Li Fansong's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward.
"Oh, the unscrupulous sword."
Li Hanyi had no expression on his face, but he remembered some past events and raised his hand to push Li Fansong back ten meters.
Li Fansong attacked again, but fell to his knees and retreated after a second.
He got up again, fell to the ground and was defeated.
He got up again, vomited blood and was defeated.
Li Hanyi said calmly:
"Go back and don't come back again."
Li Fansong coughed a few times, knowing that there was a big gap between himself and the Sword Immortal, but he still wanted to give it a try to make this trip worthwhile.
"I still have one last sword, please try it with the Sword Master!"
"The name of the sword, Immeasurable Sword Gang, rise!"
Li Hanyi drew back his sword, and the sky full of flowers in Dengtian Pavilion was ready to go:
"Moonset and flowers in the morning!"
With the flower of the city facing off against the sword formation, although Li Hanyi did not want to take up the reputation of the Sword Immortal, his strength never retreated.
The outcome of this question of swordsmanship was determined before it began.
Li Fansong lost again. He lay on the back of the red rabbit with a pale face, while Xiao Feixuan led the donkey beside him:
"Uncle, are you satisfied now? You are so injured, how are you going to explain to the master when you go back?"
Li Fansong lay on his back and smiled:
"I have already thought about it, and I will tell the master this way when the time comes.
On this trip down the mountain, because Fei Xuan was addicted to listening and reading, he received no reward of two dozen silver coins. In order to earn enough food and travel expenses, my uncle was forced to perform the role of breaking a big stone on his chest and exchanging his injuries for money!"
Fei Xuan shook his head and laughed:
"With all your talk, Master will see through it right away~"
The two were about to leave the city when a voice called from behind:
"You two, please wait a moment. Can you let me go?"
This voice was all too familiar to Li Fansong, and he immediately straightened up:
"Senior Sword Immortal? But we have to go back to Qingcheng Mountain."
Fang Ping nodded slightly:
"I'll go too."
"Ah? Could it be that... the Sword Immortal wants to join the cult?" Fei Xuan looked confused.
Fang Ping touched the donkey and chuckled:
"You come to Xueyue City to learn about swordsmanship for a month. Is it reasonable for me to go to Qingcheng Mountain to ask for advice?"
"Uh...this."
The two of them were speechless, and just then a beautiful figure in white fell down.
"Wooden boy! You don't want to take my sword, but you go to Qingcheng Mountain?"
Li Hanyi's tone was sharp, and the sword wielder's anger was as strong as the sword.
Fang Ping looked calm:
"Well, you want to stop me?"
Li Hanyi snorted lightly, sheathed his sword and returned: