Songs of the Youth: Ten Years of Seclusion, Asking the Sword in Xueyue City Chapter 33 Angry Sword Immortal, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry
Chapter 33 Angry Sword Immortal, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry
Not only Tang Clan, but also Lei Qianhu, Lei Yunhe and others were also shocked:
"Sword Immortal, this antidote..."
They were already preparing to trade and release him, but now it seems to be more troublesome.
Fang Ping said indifferently:
"The threat is good, but the chips are not enough. No one in the Tang Sect or Anhe can hope for a happy ending today."
"Madman!" Tang Huang yelled angrily, "Young boy, you don't understand the world at all! This move makes you feel comfortable, but it will drag down Xueyue City and Leimen for hundreds of years!"
Tang Xuan echoed:
"The decline of Xueyue City was caused by you alone!"
Fang Ping smiled:
"It's ridiculous. Tang Sect has turned its back on Xueyue City. How can you have the nerve to say this?
Besides, who said guests will die?"
Tang Ze smiled and said with a sharp voice:
"The Sword Immortal knows how to use the sword, but the poison is an invisible sword. It has penetrated into the guest's body. Do you have the antidote for the Red Square Flower?"
Fang Ping walked towards the fainting guests and said in a calm tone:
"Antidote? Sword Immortal detoxifies, why do we need external substances?"
After finishing speaking, Fang Ping drew a talisman in mid-air and recited a mantra with his fingers like swords and swift shadows like shuttles:
"Om, Du, Sheng, Li, Well!"
First, write the prefix "Shang", dot and stroke on the left side, write the cursive "Feng" character on the right side, follow three dots upward, and write the two characters "Bingyuan" in the middle.
This is the universal antidote spell.
As a spiritual light talisman went down, the guest's eyes moved slightly. After a few breaths, he sat up with his arms stretched out and looked around blankly.
Wen Liang's eyes widened and he said in surprise:
"The poison has been cured! And not only the red square flower, but also the poison of Xianxialu has been cured!"
"The Sword Immortal can also detoxify, he really has unparalleled magical powers!" Lei Yunhe was equally astonished.
Everyone in Leimen was overjoyed, but on the other hand, several people in Tangmen had dark faces and were shocked without saying a word.
With a "pop" sound, Tang Ze closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Before he died, he murmured:
"I don't have enough chips..."
At this time, Tang Huang suddenly raised his head and took out the last Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. Lei Yunhe was startled and quickly raised his Thunder Finger.
Unexpectedly, Tang Huang presented the needle to Fang Ping, kowtowed three times and said with a trembling voice...
Tang Huang said with a tragic face:
"This Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle is a unique hidden weapon of the Tang Sect. It is the last needle of the Tang Sect. Even if it is used by ordinary people, it can assassinate masters. Now it is handed over to the Sword Immortal. We can do whatever we want.
But please...but please send the old man’s body back to Tangmen!”
Seeing this, Tang Xuan and Tang Qisha also knelt down and kowtowed:
"Please let Mr. Tang return to the Tang Clan and let us do whatever we want!"
At this time, Lei Qianhu stepped forward, his voice slightly weak:
"Qingmu Sword Immortal, leave the three of them to us. Brother Hong over there..."
When Fang Ping faced off against Mrs. Tang, the commotion in the side courtyard did not stop and seemed to become more intense.
"Come follow up."
Fang Ping nodded slightly, took away the concealed weapon, hugged Li Hanyi and jumped over the wall.
In the direction of the side courtyard, the pillar of fire shot up into the sky, like a thin line in the sky, and the sword blades kept vibrating.
"Just leave me here, I'm of no use now," Li Hanyi said in a low tone, "I can't even pull out the sword..."
"It doesn't matter, just stand there and scare the enemy."
"You mean, I'm scary?" Li Hanyi glared.
"It's not that..."
In fact, Fang Ping also thought it was inappropriate to take her to the next battlefield, but it was even more inappropriate to stay in the lobby.
People in the Tang clan are very vicious, and the old man wanted to kill Li Hanyi even before he died. There is no guarantee that Tang Huang and others will not repeat the same trick.
Seeing that they were almost at the side hospital, Li Hanyi pushed Fang Ping gently:
"You don't have to hold me in your arms anymore, I can go."
Fang Ping smiled knowingly, jumped up, and hugged her tighter.
Just kidding, if you don't bully me now, you won't have a chance next time.
"You...!" Li Hanyi exclaimed with shame and anger in his eyes.
Fang Ping smiled calmly:
"You just want to rush there quickly, but you don't want anything to happen to your apprentice, right?"
"Lei Wujie?" Li Hanyi was a little confused.
Fang Ping nodded slightly and sped up:
"Well, when you look at my profile, there are two fire techniques rising in the courtyard."
"I don't!"
While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at the side courtyard, but... the scene could no longer be called a courtyard.
The tall and thick outer walls collapsed, all the rows of tiled houses were destroyed, not a single square table was visible, and the wax fire spread and burned the remains of the legs.
It's even more exaggerated than the earthquake-stricken center.
In the center of the ruins, a man was holding a giant sword and fighting against the heroes.
"Wrathful Sword Immortal," Li Hanyi recognized the big sword, "What reason does he have for coming to Leijiabao?"
And those who fought against the Wrath Sword Immortal were Lei Hong, Lei Wujie and Xiao Se.
Seeing the two swordsmen supporting the main hall, they rushed to help Lei Hong.
It's just that the battle situation is not very optimistic. The angry sword fairy uses his anger to nourish his sword. The more he fights, the angrier he gets. The angrier he gets, the more he can fight.
Sikong Qianluo and Tang Lian were already lying down...
Currently, four people are fighting with the Furious Sword Immortal, Heart Sword Lei Wujie, Killing Lei Hong, Bald Monk, and...
Fang Ping frowned and saw that the young man in green shirt had an elegant figure and wielded his stick like a magic weapon. He had fought against the Furious Sword Immortal several times without slacking off.
"I don't want my life."
In a flash, Fang Ping entered the scene with Li Hanyi, his aura vibrated with half a step as he wandered around, and the movements of several people in the arena were stagnant.
"Fourth Master, Sister!" Lei Wujie vomited a mouthful of blood, but he smiled.
"It's finally here..." Xiao Se took a few steps back, and his breath suddenly became weak.
Fang Ping opening:
"Hua Jin told you not to use your true energy, have you forgotten?"
Xiao Se smiled bitterly, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth:
"She also said she would save me, and..."
He paused and glanced at Sikong Qianluo subconsciously:
"The situation was urgent. If I didn't take action, people would die."
Fang Ping was speechless.
At this time, a strong sword energy suddenly struck.
"You want to stop me too?!"
The Raging Sword Immortal came roaring, breaking the army in his hand and rising in power, with the potential to break the ground.
Fang Ping glanced at him and immediately called out the Zizaixin Bell.
"When—!"
The giant blade intersects with the pan bell, and the sound of the bell echoes throughout Leijiabao.
"drink!"
The Angry Sword Immortal's eyes narrowed, looking slightly crazy, and he swung his sword several times, but was unable to break his defense.
Lei Hong's eyes lit up:
"This is...Buddhist Prajna Heart Bell Divine Art?"
"No, this bell of Sword Immortal is the Zi Zi Xin Bell," Wuxin clasped his hands together, "Although they both have Buddhist magical powers, the latter requires a special state of mind to practice."
"What?" Lei Wujie was curious.
"Be at ease, be invincible, and have no obstacles on land," Wu Xin said. "I believe that no matter how hard the golden bell is, it can withstand any strong blow."
Lei Wujie took a deep breath, the wound hurt:
"Hiss~ isn't that invincible?"
"You have to believe it with all your heart, and don't have any doubts," Wu Xin added.
On the other side, the angry sword fairy found that he could not break the golden bell, so he pointed his giant sword at the others.
"kill!"
Fang Ping followed his gaze, waved his left hand, and a light track golden thread came out of his hand and tightly wrapped around the Wrath Sword Immortal.
He waved his hand again and pulled him back alive.
Wu Xin narrowed his eyes:
"...it seems to be Taoism."
Fang Ping performed the golden light spell with his hand and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:
"Wrath Sword Immortal, I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be anxious yet."