The slender-browed young man looked at the falling sword. Before he could get close, a strong wind roared in. The muscles on his face began to tremble with such rapid force, and his eyes could not help but narrow.
At the moment of life and death, he quickly avoided it, and then stabbed Yu Tianhua's waist and ribs with his long sword.
At this moment, he twisted his body at will like a poisonous snake, and his arms were sent out at an incredible angle.
If he is stabbed, Yu Tianhua's kidneys will be pierced, and even if he is practicing physical training, he will be severely injured in the Qi Refining Realm.
As a result, the three-pointed two-edged sword that was struck was retracted suddenly, and when he turned to avoid the sharp sword, the handle of the sword hit the opponent's back.
Just a few crisp "clicks" were heard, and the man's back immediately sunk in and he fell to the ground.
It was strictly forbidden to kill anyone in Muhua City, so Yu Tianhua withdrew his strength at the last moment.
Otherwise, this blow can even penetrate the opponent's body.
Everyone around was stunned.
Judging from the realms unleashed by both sides, they are both at the fifth level of Qi Refining, but why is there such a big gap in strength?
Yu Tianhua's burst of speed and agility made the monks present feel a chill in their hearts, wondering whether they could safely avoid the attack.
Holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand, the touch of cold steel was so real in his palm.
Yu Tianhua himself couldn't believe that his control over his body and the power of his body had reached such an extent.
Yes, it was Master's top-quality body-tempering pill that improved his physique, and the "Six Yang Combat Skills" given by Master was even more powerful and domineering.
The monks of the same level in Ziyun Sect were vulnerable to a blow in his own hands.
He collapsed before he even broke a sweat.
Thinking of this, a feeling of domineering and invincible suddenly came to my heart.
He looked at the young man holding a folding fan, his eyes slightly narrowed with murderous intent, and the aura of the other person at this moment was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
"If you want to fight, then come!"
The young man laughed and said, "Yu Tianhua, you are very good."
As he spoke, he opened the folding fan with a "swish" sound.
The frame of the folding fan is light purple, with aura overflowing from the surface, highlighting the extraordinary quality of the folding fan.
"Magical weapon?" Yu Tianhua was shocked, "Who are you?"
Magical weapons are treasures refined by monks with the help of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They have certain special abilities, and their power is directly proportional to the grade of the magical weapon.
They are divided into ordinary treasures, spiritual treasures, mysterious treasures and legendary fairy treasures.
Magical weapons are extremely difficult to obtain. There are only two or three in the entire Wuji Sect, and they are still in the hands of Taoist Master Xuanqing.
This young man actually has a magic weapon, and his true identity is also arousing people's imagination.
"Fang Bin! Family ancestor, Taoist Priest Tianyu!"
After saying that, he raised his head, smiled, and calmed down.
There was a gasping sound from all around.
The leader of Ziyun Sect, Taoist Tianyu, has the strength of the third level of Jindan, and the young man in front of him is the descendant of Taoist Tianyu.
No wonder the other party actually has a magic weapon.
From this we can see how much Taoist Tianyu loves Fang Bin.
In front of the public, Yu Tianhua really didn't have a good solution for the moment!
If in the wilderness with no outsiders, if Yu Tianhua picked up a knife and killed the opponent, no one would know.
Of course, the result of this may be that Yu Tianhua is slaughtered by the other party.
There are people around now. If he misses, Master will not be able to save himself.
After all, Master is only in the foundation building period.
In front of the powerful beings at the golden elixir stage, they are like ants.
Not to mention his mere strength at the fifth level of Qi refining.
"Why, you're scared, come and hit me!"
Fang Bin waved his folding fan leisurely, his thin face a bit arrogant and provocative under the aura, but no one thought there was anything wrong with what he did!
How could an ordinary disciple of Wuji Sect, the grandson of the leader of Ziyun Sect, provoke him?
Even Mo Jiuxuan, who was famous in Qingzhou twenty years ago, can't afford to offend him, right?
His hands were clenched into fists, the veins on his arms were bulging, his dignity was trampled on, and his anger was like a volcano about to erupt.
Yu Tianhua gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "It turned out to be Junior Brother Fang, and it was me Meng Lang just now. I accidentally injured your Senior Brother, and I apologize to him!"
"Hmph~ What's the use of your apology? My senior brother is still lying on the ground!"
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Kneel down!" The voice sounded like thunder.
"What?"
"I'll ask you to kneel down and apologize to my senior brother, and then take off your arm, and this matter will be wiped out!"
Yu Tianhua's face was gloomy. If he hadn't been afraid of causing trouble to his master, he would have violently wielded the knife.
"Impossible, we Wuji Sect members can be killed but not humiliated!"
The drunkard Zhao Laosi stood up with difficulty and went to Yu Tianhua's side, "This matter has nothing to do with you, get out of the way."
Then he laughed heartily, his lonely expression making people feel distressed.
"Without doing good things for the sect in Muhua City and without the talent for cultivation, the few of us have long since given up on living. If I can fight against the grandson of the leader of the Ziyun Sect, I, Zhao Laosi, will die without regrets."
"No!"
Yu Tianhua stopped Zhao Laosi, "You are no match for him."
"If you die, you will die, so what's there to fear?"
Yu Tianhua lost his mind, and a white light flashed beside him. Zhao Laosi's body was immediately pierced, and blood flowed wildly.
"You provoked me, and you still want to escape unscathed?"
Fang Bin gently shook the folding fan, his posture was chic, and the white aura shining in the folding fan revealed his murderous aura.
Obviously, the blow just now was delivered by the folding fan.
Zhao Laosi slowly fell down, with a relieved smile on his lips, and murmured, "Sect Master, I, Zhao Laosi, have not embarrassed you, old man."
Seeing his fellow disciples fall beside him, his helpless feeling was instantly overwhelmed by grief and anger. Yu Tianhua's eyes suddenly turned red, and all taboos were forgotten.
There is only one thought in my heart, I will kill you!
...
At this moment, let alone the grandson of the sect leader, who has a magical weapon in his hand, even if the sect leader Tianyu of Ziyun Sect is here in person, Yu Tianhua cannot suppress the anger in his heart.
"Junior Brother Fang, be careful!"
Another person next to Fang Bin noticed that Yu Tianhua's murderous intent was piercing, and quickly stood in front of Fang Bin, "Boy, you are looking for death!"
He drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword energy was like a glow, striking at Yu Tianhua's chest.
"Get out of here!"
The three-pointed two-edged sword swept out, and the powerful spiritual power immediately defeated the opponent's sword light. The remaining energy was not gone, and it roared and swept away the fourth-level Qi Refining monk.
Fang Bin shuddered, and the person in front of him suddenly screamed and flew backwards. Opposite him, the tall Yu Tianhua, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, walked step by step like a murderer.
The emotion of fear was quickly destroyed by confidence in one's own strength.
The spiritual power was drawn out from the spiritual sea and poured into the folding fan. Fang Bin fanned forward fiercely, and dozens of white spiritual powers condensed into the shape of flying knives and shot towards Yu Tianhua.
Yu Tianhua quickly raised his knife to block it. He felt the flying knife hit the handle with such force that his arms shook wildly.
There was a "poof", and with one careless move, he was immediately hit on the left shoulder. The sharp knife condensed with spiritual power penetrated two inches and then slowly dissipated.
His shoulder hurt. At that moment, Yu Tianhua's long sword almost fell out of his hands, and in the flash of lightning, he discovered that the speed of the flying knife was extremely fast.
After a successful move, Fang Bin didn't give the opponent any time to react. He kicked off his feet and flew towards Yu Tianhua like a cannonball. At the same time, he raised the folding fan with his backhand and swung it forward.
The powerful killing intent locked onto Yu Tianhua, and Yu Tianhua roared loudly, holding back the pain, and brandished the knife with both hands.
At this moment, time almost stopped.
Fang Bin's body was lying horizontally in the air, with a sneer on his lips. The folding fan in his hand was only one foot away from Yu Tianhua, who was holding up a three-pointed two-edged knife to block.
Both men stared into each other's eyes.
Yu Tianhua knew that he couldn't lose, but the power his opponent unleashed was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which was a level higher than his own, and the weapon was a magic weapon.
Although the "Six Yang Combat Techniques" are powerful, they have not yet mastered the first level and cannot fully demonstrate the strength of the combat technique itself.
He could only resist with his strong body.
The strength of the folding fan in Fang Bin's hand increased a bit. The grandson of the sect master was by no means an ordinary person. Not only had he reached the seventh level of Qi training at such a young age, he could even control magical weapons with ease.
And Fang Bin also felt bitter in his heart.
Others don't know, but he himself knows it very well.
Although the magic weapon is powerful, it requires extremely high spiritual power. In just a few moves, he used up a quarter of his spiritual power.
The burly man in front of him was beyond his expectation.
A battle that I thought I could win easily turned into a situation where I only had a slight upper hand.
This is simply an insult to him who thinks very highly of himself.
"Die to me~"
His angry voice roared, and the halo on the surface of the folding fan brightened by another three points. Yu Tianhua, who was already struggling to hold on with sweat on his forehead, finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Under the huge force, the handle of the three-pointed two-edged knife hit his chest hard, and the sound of cracking bones was heard, and his whole body was smashed into the bluestone ground.
Rubbles flew and the ground cracked. Underneath, there was a large crater made by Yu Tianhua's body.
Fang Bin stood by the pit with an indifferent expression, looking down at the unconscious man.
"It took me so much time and effort, you deserve to die!"
He raised the folding fan surrounded by spiritual light and was about to hit Yu Tianhua's head, which was covered in blood, when he heard a girl's surprised cry.
"Fifth senior brother?"
When Fang Bin looked back, he saw a thin, short little girl with a childish face standing in the crowd, looking at Yu Tianhua in the pit in surprise, with worry on her face. "The waste of the Wuji Sect?"
Fang Bin was filled with anger, and his mind was filled with murderous intent. Hearing the girl call Yu Tianhua senior brother, the murderous intent suddenly arose.
The girl took two steps forward and stared in disbelief, not paying any attention to Fang Bin who was slowly approaching.
"She is still a child, don't do anything!"
Some onlookers shouted, while others advised Mo Xiaoran, "Little girl, run!"
"Shut up, everyone!"
Fang Bin shouted loudly, his cold eyes scanning the surrounding crowd.
Even though there were several monks in the crowd who were far more powerful than him, considering that Fang Bin was the grandson of Taoist Priest Tianyu, he had no choice but to give up the idea of helping Mo Xiaoran.
After all, how could ordinary monks offend Ziyun Sect?
What's more, he would bear the wrath of a golden elixir monk.
The crowd suddenly fell silent. Some people couldn't help but turn away, unable to bear seeing the little girl being brutally murdered. Some people secretly cursed Fang Bin for having such a vicious character.
After intimidating everyone, Fang Bin felt very proud. No matter how many of you there are, you can only be timid after knowing that I am the grandson of Taoist Priest Tianyu.
Just a bunch of trash!
"Little girl, since you are a disciple of the Wuji Sect, then die!"
The folding fan in Fang Bin's hand burst into light again, and the dangerous aura made his whole body become fierce.
"Did you hurt Fifth Senior Brother?"
The girl seemed to be looking at Fang Bin with a cry, then her tone became cold, red spiritual power spurted out, and her whole body was like a flame.
"Did you hurt Fifth Senior Brother?"
Mo Xiaoran was still asking, pitifully but also full of cruelty. Then, she yelled, "Did you hurt the fifth senior brother?"
"It's me, so what?"
Facing the strange girl, Fang Bin felt chilled in his heart, but he didn't think the other party could hurt him.
Just a little girl!
Mo Xiaoran's expression almost became distorted, like an evil ghost.
"If you hurt Fifth Senior Brother... then you will die."
Her sharp voice rang out in the sky, her black hair was dancing wildly in the wind, and a spear appeared in her hand at some point, and a chilling chill quietly condensed in the rolling red spiritual power.
The spear left his hand and cut through the darkness, leaving a red light in the sky with a rumble that disappeared in an instant.
Facing a bit of cold light in the billowing red light, Fang Bin felt as if his scalp was exploding. He grabbed the folding fan in front of him with both hands, and a hazy cyan light burst out.
The red light was like a blazing flame, completely swallowing up the green light.
The jade magical instrument shattered into pieces and turned into fine powder that filled the sky.
"No~"
Fang Bin roared loudly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at what was happening in front of him in disbelief.
This is a magic weapon that I have worked so hard to obtain from the old man. It can be used to attack, defend or show off.
It was so broken!
And from his chest, a golden spear penetrated his body. As blood spurted out of his mouth, his whole body flew backwards under the powerful impact of the spear, and landed on a wall more than ten feet away.
Quiet, disturbingly quiet.
The arrogant Fang Bin was like a piece of waste, with his limbs off the ground and his hair scattered, hanging on the spear.
Seeing this scene, in the eyes of the people around you, your hands and feet feel cold.
How could that skinny little girl be so cruel and ruthless, and how could she be so powerful?
That was a seventh-level Qi-refining monk with a magic weapon, not just a cat or a dog.
Mo Xiaoran regained his composure, ignored the fearful expressions of the people around him, and came to Yu Tianhua's side.
"Senior brother, senior brother!" she called softly, "are you okay?"
"Ahem~"
Yu Tianhua heard his junior sister's voice in a trance, coughed twice, and opened his eyes. He felt severe pain all over his body, and several ribs seemed to be broken.
"Look at me like this, can I be okay?"
After a few more heavy coughs, Yu Tianhua stretched out a hand and said, "Pull me up!"
Among the cracked rocks, Mo Xiaoran pulled up his senior brother and they stood together in front of the huge pit.
When Yu Tianhua saw Fang Bin fixed on the wall with a spear stuck in his chest, his head buzzed.
It's over, it's over, we're in big trouble!
...
Fang Bin was not dead, and was taken away from the gun by several Ziyun Sect disciples. Before leaving, he stared at Mo Jiuxuan fiercely, "We will report this matter to the sect master, no matter who it is.
There’s a price to pay.”
The moment before Mo Jiuxuan calmly picked up the yellow talisman and prepared to throw it out, wind blew under the feet of several people, and they carried Fang Bin and two other disciples and disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Laosi, Lao Wu, Lao Liu and several other Wuji Sect disciples were lying side by side with Yu Tianhua in a large room of Sitong Chamber of Commerce.
Zhao Laosi's Dantian was shattered, Lao Wu and Lao Liu and others were no longer breathing. Yu Tianhua was severely injured and is expected to have to stay in bed for four to five months.