‘Sword Immortal’s Death’s Tragedy’ was completed the moment Li Hanyi put on his clothes, and the rewards were distributed as usual.
The golden light mantra has thousands of ways, and no one can understand it without the golden light. It is one of the eight great divine mantras, with many transformations and various uses.
"Get away!"
Yan Zhantian roared wildly and tried to break free from the shackles of the golden light. His anger increased and his sword became more powerful.
If there is anyone angrier than the Wrathful Sword Fairy, it must be the Wrathful Sword Fairy who is tied up.
The golden light can be soft in quality, and it can break through the steel without breaking. It can be soft and turn into steel, and it can be bundled like glue.
"Certainly!"
Fang Ping's gesture changed, and the golden light tightened suddenly. Yan Zhantian's knees, elbows, wrists and other major joints were all locked by the golden light, making it difficult to move.
He has a lot of anger and great strength, but he can't use it at all.
"Senior Wrath Sword Immortal, the Tang Sect and Anhe River have been completely destroyed, why are you doing this?" Fang Ping said calmly, "Calm down your anger?"
"roll!!"
Yan Zhantian roared furiously, directly attacking with bad breath, and the flesh on his face was squeezed together.
Lei Wujie and others were stunned:
"Swordsmanship, medicine, Buddhism, and now Taoism... Is there anything else he doesn't know?"
Xiao Se's aura was sluggish, and his tired eyes showed shock. He entered the Happy Heaven Realm at the age of seventeen and was already known as a first-class peerless genius.
But the person in front of me... also entered the realm of freedom at the age of seventeen, and he was still half-stepping into a fugue.
Putting aside the half-step fugue, he actually mastered many martial arts and supernatural powers.
Is there really such a god in the world?
"Fourth Master is awesome! I want to learn this trick too!" Lei Wujie clenched his fists and vomited blood, with an excited look on his face.
At this time, Yan Zhantian, who was being watched like a monkey, let out a groan, his anger reaching its peak.
"Drink...angry...sword slash!"
His voice was like that of an animal, the muscles in his arms were bulging, and the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
The golden light spell will no longer be able to bind him.
Suddenly, Yan Zhanzhen was so angry that he pushed away the Golden Light Curse, and took the opportunity to backhand the sword.
Hearing a "chang" sound, the Pojun Sword Qi came out domineeringly, finally breaking free from the shackles of the Golden Light Curse.
"Aoki! Die!"
"Draw your sword in anger!"
Yan Zhantian, who resumed his actions, turned around and put away his sword, and drew it out angrily. His eyes were extremely violent, and there seemed to be a red light flashing in his eyes.
"go!"
Fang Ping raised his hand and waved, and another golden light bound him.
"Hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-!"
After scoring twice, Yan Zhantian was tied up again.
Losing the ability to move, he could only stand there and growl, like a constipated fighter.
Fang Ping opening:
"Xiao Nu, it takes a lot of effort for you to break away from the sword. I can only control the golden light with a wave of my hand.
How long can you stay with me?"
Fang Ping wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible so that he could return to detoxify the guests.
Yan Zhantian was fearless and just wanted to vent his anger, but he was unable to do so and was about to burst.
"If you have the guts, let me out! If you are a swordsman, use a sword!"
Fang Ping said calmly:
"Even if you use a sword, the result will be the same. It's just a waste of time and energy."
Hearing this, Yan Zhantian became very angry:
"You fart! You can't beat me in a sword fight!"
I, Yan Zhantian, will compete with you today. If I lose, I will do whatever you want!
If you win, I want your head!"
Fang Ping smiled, what he was waiting for was this sentence:
"Okay, it's settled."
Seeing two sword fairies competing for swordsmanship, Lei Wujie and others retreated in awe. Firstly, they were afraid of being affected, and secondly...Xiao Se started to vomit blood! He needed to be treated as soon as possible.
Li Hanyi also pulled away and instilled the bottomed out energy into Xiao Se.
Silently, the golden light curse dissipated, and without a breath, Yan Zhantian sheathed his sword and made a gesture.
The Angry Sword Immortal and the Green Wood Sword Immortal faced each other in the ruins. Before the swords were drawn, the true energy arrived first.
"Bang——"
The two breaths collided, the air pressure exploded, and layers of air waves were pushed out in all directions, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Lei Wujie's eyes were full of fascination:
"Is this the Sword Immortal?"
"Sooner or later you will step into this category," Li Hanyi said, "I will teach you within three years."
"What about Qingmu Sword Immortal? I heard that my sister also taught him?" Lei Wujie was curious, "How was the Fourth Master's talent when he was a child?"
Hearing this, Li Hanyi couldn't help but fall into memories:
"He... is the stupidest one."
At the same time, the Wrathful Sword Immortal suddenly moved, and the broken army was heard scabbarding, roaring like iron.
Yan Zhantian shouted at the same time:
"Draw your sword in anger!"
When Po Jun came out, he swung it like a ruler, and the mysterious blade was like the shadow of an umbrella, seemingly insignificant and powerful.
"Eighteen Swords!"
Fang Ping came out of Longyuan, his sword intention was like a fountain, his body was like a white dragon, and his sword chanted like a yellow spring.
"Zheng——"
When the two swords touched each other, they both screamed.
Yan Zhantian held down the trembling Po Jun and roared with red eyes:
"Slash with angry sword!"
Yan Zhantian holds his sword and presses down, with the potential to cut his opponent in two.
Fang Ping drew his sword twenty-two again, and his sword intent surged again. The silver-white sword energy shot straight into the sky, like a silver dragon gathering into the sky, and a silver waterfall flowing backwards.
Every time Long Yuan swung, a bunch of sword energy danced in response, turning into the arms and eyes of the sword holder, and the sword was swift, fierce and extremely flexible.
Yan Zhantian's heart trembled as the sky-shattering sword intent pressed forward, and he actually felt a trace of fear in his heart.
The killing intent of this sword was actually greater than his own.
However, the Po army has already moved out and will not retreat even an inch.
"kill!"
The next moment, the angry sword slashed forward to meet the sword twenty-two, and the black giant blade furiously slashed the silver-white sword, like a dragon-slaying warrior fighting a giant dragon.
But the dragon-slaying warrior is as small as an ant, and the giant dragon is like swallowing the stars.
"Drink——!"
The sword energy clashed, and Yan Zhantian roared and exerted force.
But less than a second after he roared, he suddenly let out a cry of pain, his whole body was swallowed up by the sword energy, and he flew backwards hundreds of meters.
The long line of sword energy was idle, and Fang Ping was about to speak when a giant figure of a man covered in blood came towards him:
"Put away the angry sword!"
The last sword of the three moves of the Wrath Sword Immortal is filled with overwhelming anger and murderous aura! It’s like being on an ancient battlefield.
Use anger to nourish the sword, and the sword's intention will dominate. It will swing thousands of miles, causing birds to fly and rabbits to be frightened.
Lei Wujie even retched:
"Ouch...I feel so uncomfortable."
"This is the smell of the battlefield. The blood is so thick that it fills your nose with nausea," Li Hanyi said calmly.
"Sister... Can Fourth Master win this sword?" Lei Wujie asked.
Ye Ruoyi, Lei Hong and others looked at her and wanted to know the answer.
Li Hanyi crossed his arms across his chest and hummed softly:
"Winning is natural."
On the other side, Yan Zhantian, who was covered in blood, rushed towards Fang Ping. His body was covered with bruises and he was not afraid. He thought in his heart that he would never be defeated, just like a mad warrior.
On the other hand, Fang Ping has already established a one-foot territory, the tide of swords rises and falls, and the sound of river waves never ceases.
"The name of the sword is Dahe Sword Intent!"
The dragon abyss has disappeared, and the tide has turned into energy. One handle of seven stars and ten thousand handles of dragon abyss are all sword intent.
"Drink! Kill——!"
Yan Zhantian roared violently, filled with anger and extremely manic. This sword unleashed all the anger in his body, which was truly unparalleled.
"Whoosh-!"
But the next second, an even more turbulent wave of swords landed like a tsunami, suppressing the insignificant roar.
The man and the sword were washed up into the sky by the sword river together.
A moment later, Yan Zhantian fell to the ground with a "pop" sound, creating a large human-shaped crater. Pojun arrived shortly after and inserted himself not far from him.
All three moves of the Furious Sword Immortal were performed, the tendons were broken, the bones were broken, and the bleeding was severe.
"Lost..." He muttered angrily.
"Yes, you lost."
Fang Ping walked over slowly, showing a sunny smile: