The person who came was wearing a moon-white robe, a Confucian scarf on his head, a sword sheath hanging on his waist, and a gentle and elegant complexion. He was none other than Zhuo Bufan, a disciple of the Dan lineage!
The Changhong missed the target and rolled back in the air, floating beside Zhuo Bufan, making a clanging sound.
"Lightsaber!"
Liang Yan was horrified. All his previous doubts were clear the moment he saw Zhuo Bufan.
"I see, Senior Brother Zhuo is really a good calculator!"
"hehe!"
Zhuo Bufan smiled slightly and said: "Junior brother, I am overly complimentary. In fact, I admire junior brother so much. I didn't expect that even the 'Zhoutian upside down formation' can't trap you. If anyone dares to say that junior brother is not a formation that is rare to see in a thousand years,
Genius, I, Zhuo, will be the first to be dissatisfied! Alas, such a talented person, what a pity! What a pity!"
He said it was a pity twice, which meant that he regarded Liang Yan as a dead person.
Liang Yan stretched out his hand and touched the wound on his left arm, barely stopping the bleeding, and said with a wry smile: "I guess there are no seven tests at all. To get in here, the only way is to pass through the killing array, right?"
Zhuo Bufan smiled and said nothing, acquiescing to this matter.
Liang Yan glanced at his head again and asked: "So you are using me to break the formation, is the purpose of the treasure here? Is it the iron book?"
Zhuo Bufan followed his gaze and looked at the iron book suspended in mid-air, and murmured to himself: "You mean that Haoran Iron Scroll? No, no, no, although this Haoran Iron Scroll is also a rare treasure, it is not at all
It's not something I can activate now, all I want is the "Haoran Sword Code" engraved on it."
As he spoke, his face showed a look of fanaticism that he had never seen before.
"Hmph, Yixing Pavilion is so large, and there is only one copy of "Luochen Sword Technique" in Chuan Gong Pavilion. I am grateful to God for being able to cultivate to the sword embryo stage. How could I, Zhuo Bufan, be so talented, how could I be willing to be trapped in this three-foot shoal?
"Chinese. The "Haoran Sword Code" on the iron scroll was left by Patriarch Yixing. It is said that it can be cultivated to the golden elixir stage. It was tailor-made for me!"
After hearing this, Liang Yan said solemnly: "Isn't your uncle the elder of the cabinet? If there is anything in this sect that we cannot ask for from him, we have to use our own tricks to get it."
"You do not understand!"
Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said: "The three things here were left by the founder of Yixing Pavilion. Although they are not earth-shattering treasures, they are related to the fate of the sect and cannot be used easily."
However, he said with a fierce look on his face: "My uncle is also old and confused. I am so talented, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I am the hope of the sect in the next hundred years, but he actually used this set of rules on me. Hehe
, if this is the case, no wonder I came to pick it up myself."
Liang Yan nodded after hearing this and said: "So now as long as I die, you can blame all the blame on me, and you are the meritorious disciple who happened to pass by and killed the traitor?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "coincidence" very hard, but Zhuo Bufan just smiled and said: "I will arrange everything after your death clearly, so I don't need Junior Brother Liang to worry about it for me."
As soon as Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, Liang Yan had already jumped up from the ground. At the same time, he was pressing the spell in his hand, and a black wooden stick flew out from the storage bag and fell into his hand.
Liang Yan held a stick in both hands and swiped it towards Zhuo Bufan's Tianling Cap. Although he had never fought with a sword cultivator, he had watched Zhuo Bufan's moves and knew that his flying sword attack was unstoppable. Only by striking first could he win.
Opportunity.
Liang Yan had tempered his body with Hunhun Kung Fu, and his explosive power was several times stronger than pure physical training at the same level. Seeing that the stick was so powerful and heavy, it almost reached his forehead in an instant, Zhuo Bufan didn't panic, and raised his right hand to his body
He made a sword gesture in front of him.
I saw the Fixed Light Sword, like a hungry beast that had been hungry for a long time. After letting out an explosion in the air, it turned into a silvery moonlight and disappeared from the place.
Although Liang Yan is only at the fifth level of qi training, he has fought many life-and-death battles and experienced life and death many times since he entered the monastic life. Unknowingly, he also developed the intuition of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Na Zhuo Bufan is just a sword technique.
, he felt a life and death crisis, and his body spontaneously twisted to the left.
"Pfft!"
A beam of moon-white light wiped the Dantian of his lower abdomen. Liang Yan subconsciously reached out and touched it, only to see that the entire palm was stained red with blood. Then he looked down and saw a long and thick wound across his right waist. The skin and flesh on it were rolled and covered with blood.
DC.
At this moment, he was shocked to feel a heart-breaking pain, his steps staggered, and the shocking stick had been deflected, landing half an inch away from Zhuo Bufan's side.
Zhuo Bufan had a calm expression on his face, not showing the slightest hint of panic. He put his toes on the ground a little, and fluttered back three feet. Then he pinched the sword, and the moon-white light slowly dispersed in mid-air, revealing the flying sword body inside again.
He was in mid-air, stretched out his hand and pointed towards Liang Yan. The fixed light sword circled back in mid-air and slashed towards Liang Yan from behind.
This sword was incredibly fast, drawing a residual rainbow in the sky, like a white moonlight, and at the same time emitting a sharp sword cry.
Liang Yan's ears twitched, and the hair behind him exploded. Although he had no time to turn his head to take a look at the flying sword, he knew that this sword was very powerful, and as long as it touched a little sword light, it would be a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.
In the crisis, he turned around and leaned back, keeping his feet on the ground, and fell straight backwards, using a move called "Iron Banqiao" in secular martial arts.
At the same time, he raised his right hand and swung the Nine Dragon Stick in his hand into the air, trying to block the fixed lightsaber.
"Pfft!"
There was no sound like the clash of swords and sticks that Liang Yan had expected. Rather, it was like a knife cutting tofu. The Dingguang sword only paused for a moment before slicing across the Nine Dragon Stick, cutting it into two pieces silently.
"What!"
Liang Yan was extremely horrified. Since he got the Nine-Dragon Stick, it had accompanied him in many battles and repeatedly performed extraordinary feats. Liang Yan had already experienced its sturdiness. He didn't expect that the Dingguang Sword would cut the Nine-Dragon Stick into pieces just by slicing it in the air.
Two cuts.
Fortunately, the lightsaber was also slightly blocked by the Nine-Dragon Stick, and its forward direction was slightly off by half an inch, almost grazing Liang Yan's chest.
Liang Yan rolled on the ground and stood up again, holding two severed Nine Dragon Sticks and gasping for air.
"Huh? I didn't expect that Junior Brother Liang, who is only at the fifth level of Qi training, has some tricks."
Zhuo Bufan looked at Liang Yan with slight surprise. Since he entered the swordsmanship, his fighting ability has already surpassed the monks of the same level. In the past few years, in order to advance to the "sword embryo stage" in the future, he has suppressed his cultivation to consolidate his foundation.
Regardless of the fact that he has not yet passed the second threshold of the Qi refining stage, if he is fighting alone, as long as the opponent has not established a foundation, he will not be afraid even of monks who are at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining.
When dealing with monks whose cultivation level is not as good as his, all of them can be killed with one sword. There has never been anyone like Liang Yan who, with the fifth level of Qi training, could take two swords and still not be killed.
He was surprised, but he didn't know that Liang Yan was also in a state of turmoil! He had mastered the magical powers of Buddhism and Confucianism, and could almost defeat monks of the same level. Even Nangong Xiaomei and Fan Xunmei, who were at the seventh level of Qi training, were no match for him.
Therefore, although he already knew the power of sword cultivation, he was conceited of the wonder of the "Two Fishes Twin Formation". Even if his realm was two levels lower, he secretly thought that he should be able to fight equally. Little did he know that the opponent only had one sword and only one sword.