Fantasy: My Disciples Are All Protagonist Templates

Mu Cang and Lin Rushi stood in the air, causing countless monks to look up.

They squinted their eyes, staring straight at Lin Rushi and Mu Cang.

Staring at the spiritual power emanating from the two of them, and the vast and majestic sword intent on the body, such a terrifying sword intent is extremely rare on weekdays.

At the same time, it can be predicted how fierce the battle will be after three days.

"Mu Cang, you are not my opponent, go back quickly, if you want to die, I don't mind satisfying you!"

Lin Rushi's cold voice sounded, although the voice was not loud, it was clear enough to reach the ears of all the monks present.

They are practitioners, and their six senses are much stronger than ordinary people.

Moreover, most of the monks present were at the Nascent Soul stage and the Spirit Transformation stage, and they had revealed their spiritual consciousness. Not to mention the two people who were so close at hand, even a disturbance within a mile radius would hardly escape their eyes and ears.

"Lin Rushi, your Lin family is powerless to return to heaven. If you are sensible, you will abolish your own cultivation base, and then swear here that you will never step into the wilderness forever. Maybe I can save your dog's life!"

Mu Cang looked up to the sky and sneered. At the same time, the spirit sword in his hand was raised high, and a touch of aura attached to the sword, causing the sword to rattle.

In an instant, the spiritual power between the heavens and the earth raged, and a phantom of the Dharma appeared on Mu Cang's back. It was a sword cultivator with a long sword in his hand and a white cloth covering his eyes. He was wearing a white robe and was ten sword cultivators phantom.

The robes were rippling with the wind, and the terrifying and raging sword spirit swept away from phantom, and rounds of sword light poured out, pulling everyone into a wonderful artistic conception.

At this moment, the pupils of all the monks present constricted and their souls trembled.

"One sword, I only need one sword to end your life here, first you, then Lin Jian, I, Mu Cang, are the number one sword cultivator in the wilderness!"

Mu Cang snorted coldly, staring at Lin Rushi in his artistic conception, the whole person's confidence began to become full.

The raging sword intent permeated his body, and the sword intent of the phantom shadow on his back almost covered the entire sky.

Wisps, wisps, the sword intent that diffused out had a touch of crimson, and it opened like a horse.

"Curtain Sword Shadow, drink!"

With a snort, Mu Cang swung out the long sword in his hand, and the surrounding world was twisted in an instant, like a whirlpool, covering the sky and the sun in an instant.

A pitch-black sword shadow swept out following Mu Cang's movement of swinging the sword.

Do not!
It's two sword shadows!
A dharma image phantom on Mu Cang's back was also slashing out with his sword, one front and one behind, the two sword lights competed with each other, and quickly shot towards Lin Ru.

"The Canghai Sword Art!"

Lin Rushi's pupils shrank slightly, and at the same time he waved the long sword in his hand: "Drink, Yachonglang!"

wow wow wow~
The sword light rippled out like a wave, gurgling, seemingly weak as water, but extremely sharp, after all, it was the sword light.

bang!
When Yachonglang collided with Mu Cang's sword light, the two sword lights disappeared one after another.

With the point of collision as the center, the remaining energy turned into mist and hissed.

At this moment, as if the great rivers were evaporated, the space was filled with billowing white mist in an instant.

And in this flash of lightning, whether it is Mu Cang and Lin Rushi, or the monks present, or Chen Ge, they are all shrouded in this hazy and thick white mist, and they can't see their fingers!

"Hahaha, Lin Rushi, you are nothing more than that. Your Canghai Sword Art is nothing more than eight layers of waves, but my curtain sword shadow has two, and the phantom image I condensed, the sword I swung Shadow, more terrifying than my own!"

Mu Cang's rampant voice resounded throughout the world, as if he had already figured out Lin Rushi's way of attacking and knew it well.

Whether it is Lin Rushi's Abi Hell Sword Art or Canghai Sword Art, he has already studied it thoroughly.

Right now, Lin Rushi has no way to resist two sword moves in succession. This curtain sword shadow was passed down to his Mu family by Tianxingmen.

Tianxingmen intends to support their Mu family to become the second Lin family.

That is, the first family in the Great Wilderness.

"Second Sword, Ten Heavy Waves!"

Mu Cang's rampant laughter was still echoing between the heaven and the earth, and the sword that was flitting out from the phantom shadow on his back was still moving forward, Lin Rushi frowned, not daring to hesitate any longer, and swung out another sword!
This ray of sword light, engulfed in the momentum of the previous first sword, overlapped and waved out twelve waves of swords.

boom!
The power of the twelve-fold sword wave is much more terrifying than that of the eight-fold sword wave, and it has increased by almost ten times. The moment it collided with the second curtain sword shadow, the two sword shadows canceled each other out again.

The sound of chi chi chi could be heard endlessly, it was the sound of Jian Lang being evaporated.

Although both were eliminated, Mu Cang has already lost. This kind of attack can only be done by surprise, and the opponent will be wary the second time. If they don't catch your sword force, it will only be futile.

Furthermore, even when caught off guard, Lin Rushi was able to defuse his two sword moves with ease. It can be seen that Lin Rushi's attainments in the way of swords have long surpassed him.

It was the first time, and Lin Rushi could do the same for the second time, without exception.

"What, Twelve Waves!"

Mu Cang, who was still laughing wildly up to the sky, suddenly froze his complexion at this moment, and his pupils contracted, filled with infinite horror.

"Twelve heavy sword waves, isn't the Lin family's Canghai Sword Art only eight heavy sword waves?"

"How could it be the wave of twelve epee swords? It's impossible!"

"By the way, it must be Ye Lingfeng. Ye Lingfeng forced Patriarch Xu Tianming back with a sword that day. He used the Canghai Sword Art. This Canghai Sword must have been passed on to you by Ye Lingfeng."

"In the past, Chen Ge of the Xuantian Sect was Xu Tianzhu who was wiped out with the Canghai Sword Art, even though Ye Lingfeng carried the Xuantian Sect's sword on his back!"

"Ye Lingfeng is a disciple of Xuantianzong, so he must be Chen Ge's disciple!"

……

Mu Cang woke up suddenly, staring at Lin Rushi in the distance.

As soon as these words came out, the monks present immediately burst into an uproar.

"Ye Lingfeng, Ye Lingfeng's Canghai Sword Art was taught by Chen Ge, the suzerain of Xuantian Sect in the Eastern Region? I thought Ye Lingfeng's Canghai Sword Art was taught by the Lin family. The spiritual wind passed to Lin Rushi..."

"Twelve waves, the complete Canghai Sword Art, isn't there sixteen waves? Doesn't the Lin family really have a complete version of the Canghai Sword Art? came back?"

"Chen Ge, who is Chen Ge of the Xuantian Sect of the Eastern Region? It is said that he is also proficient in the Lin family's Abi Hell Sword Art, and also knows the complete Canghai Sword Art!"

"Is this Chen Ge a child of the Lin family?"

bang~