Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons
Chapter 33 This Oolong is Big
"It's careless."
Ye Fan regretted it unceasingly, even the first disciple of Dingyun Sect had such strength, so what about Lu Liting, the suzerain?
Thinking about it this way, it seems that even the Water Dance Sect is not safe.
Even if Sect Master Feng is coerced by Lu Qiqi, this Lu Liting's strength is immeasurable, so I'm afraid he may not be completely helpless.
"It was I who harmed you!"
Ye Fan slammed his fist on the floor, and the severe pain went deep into the bone marrow, but it couldn't overwhelm the remorse in his heart.
"Brother Ye, don't do this." Hongdie held his injured hand, her eyes full of distress.
Ye Fan's eyes were wet and hot, and all thoughts were lost: "It's all my fault. If I didn't make random plans, how could it have caused such consequences? Thousands of people in the Water Dance Sect have died. Even if I die, how can I repay it?"
"Brother Ye, don't blame yourself. If it wasn't for you, our Water Dance Sect would have been wiped out a few days ago. How could we survive? On the contrary, we have killed you! If I hadn't been willful and forced you to stay here Water Dance Sect, how could you be trapped here, with your life in danger?"
Thinking of her self-willedness a few days ago, Hongdie cried pear blossoms with rain.
Ye Fan quickly wiped away tears for her: "Don't do this, how can I blame you?"
"Brother Ye..." Her arms softened, Hong Die was heartbroken, and threw herself into Ye Fan's arms.
Ye Fan caressed Hongdie's long hair softly, and his heart unexpectedly calmed down.
He looked up to the sky and murmured: "Forget it, if the sky wants to kill me, how can I fight against the sky? But the sky does treat me kindly. Before I die, there is a beautiful girl by my side. I will die with peace in my eyes."
Ye Fan closed his eyes, hugged the love in his arms even tighter, and quietly waited for Wan Jian to pierce his heart and five thunders to strike.
……
Outside the courtyard, Feng Anxu looked like a madman, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly.
"Hahaha~ Ye Fan, do you feel hopeless? Take a good look, this is the Suzerain's personal hand-pass—Wan Jian Guizong Sword Art! Since its creation, this sword art has only been used against the enemy twice. Dragon! One time to kill an immortal! You are a chicken thief, and you are lucky enough to bear this third blow, it is like a dragon-slaying sword, cutting a fly."
Feeling the huge concentration of real power, and even summoning the law to surround him, Feng Anxu at this moment only felt that he was a god.
"This blow can not only easily tear apart the sword array outside the courtyard, but also has the power to turn everything in the courtyard into dust! It is a blessing from your three lives to be able to die under this move!"
"Sword come!"
Pointing to the sky with one finger, ten thousand swords return to the sky!
Outside Dingyun Peak, Elder Song Li rode his sword swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at Feng Anxu's side.
Looking up, looking at Feng Anxu, who looks like the god of thunder, he knelt down on one knee.
"Sansheng is lucky, I was able to witness this spectacle with my own eyes!"
At this moment, he sincerely worships.
Inside the sect, countless disciples knelt down and threw themselves to the ground.
"Dingyun Qianren, Wanjian surrender! Bang~bang~"
The sound of kowtowing is repeated, which is a respect from the heart.
In the distance, thousands of disciples Yujian stopped in mid-air, using the sword as a seat, and bowed in the direction of Ding Yunzong.
Even Lu Liting himself bowed his head to show his respect. He was not saluting to Feng Anxu, but to the Patriarch, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords!
Ding Yunzong, above the small courtyard.
Feng Anxu's fingertips finally fell.
this moment.
It seems that even the sky has descended with it!
"Wan Jian ~ Returning to the sect!"
All of a sudden, the howling wind, the sound of thunder, and the screaming of countless piercing sounds.
Song Li covered his ears and protected his body with luck, but he could barely resist the coercion.
The other disciples who were closer were overwhelmed, and were crushed to the ground by the monstrous force, and their bodies were smashed to pieces!
In the courtyard, a pair of fateful mandarin ducks hug each other tightly, surrounded by aura.
They used their last strength and struggled for the last time, just to be able to embrace each other for a moment longer.
"Brother Ye~ In the next life, I will still fall in love with you."
"Silly girl, how can I be worthy?"
"Shut up and hold me tight."
……
Time passes by line by line.
Ye Fan, quietly waiting for the end.
He is waiting for the judgment of heaven and earth.
He is still waiting...
"Fuck, are you kidding me? You fucking come down!"
Ye Fan stood up suddenly, out of breath!
The red butterfly in her arms poked her head out.
"Brother Ye, how about we go out and have a look?"
"it is good."
The two left the house hand in hand.
The moment they left the house, the two stood there in a daze, unable to comprehend the scene in front of them at all.
I saw that the front of the hut has become an abyss, with the hut as the boundary, completely annihilated, with a radius of [-] meters, there is only a huge bottomless pit left!
"Could it be possible? Missed?" Hongdie scratched her head and hesitated, "What about Feng Anxu? He was standing in the air before, and from the position of the deep pit, visually... he hit himself?"
"Nephew Feng!"
As soon as Hongdie's words fell, a sword light streaked across the sky, and an old voice was crying, from far to near, and finally, it rushed straight into the abyss blasted by Wanjian, as if looking for something.
Ye Fan looked at the deep pit with lingering fears in his heart: "It seems that he did cut himself, oh~ this is really horrible, the mountain has been cut like this, can people keep it?"
"There must be no scum left." Hongdie nodded seriously.
……
Far away, thousands of miles away.
Countless Ding Yunzong disciples are still worshiping.
Only Lu Liting frowned and thought deeply.
wrong!
There must be something wrong!
The scene just now is indeed Wan Jian returning to the sect!That monstrous sword pillar was also powerful enough.
But I clearly saw that the moment the sword pillar fell, Wan Jian's trajectory suddenly deflected!
How is this possible?
What kind of power can deflect a blow that makes the world so dark?
Or, did I see it wrong?
"Oh~ I'm getting old."
Shaking his head and smiling wryly, Lu Liting couldn't explain what he saw, he could only attribute everything to old age.
Lu Liting turned around, intending to lead the whole sect into the Water Dance Sect to complete the plan of revenge.
But the next moment, the whole person tensed up like a spring!
There was a cold on the back, and the cold sweat was like a waterfall.
For some reason, a chicken thief's smile appeared in Lu Liting's mind.
A man faced thousands of sword masters and strode forward, but in front of him, only the wonderful scene of thousands of swords returning to their sheaths appeared in his mind!
Lu Liting seemed to realize something, and couldn't help muttering: "Wan Jian sheathed, broke through the mountain protection formation, and the pillar of Wan Jian deflected..."
In an instant, all the clues overlapped and formed a line.
Lu Liting was shocked as if being hit by a thunderbolt!
"Oops! Could it be him?"
Immediately, the energy sank to the dantian, and the sound was like a lion's roar, and the sound was transmitted thousands of miles away.
"Song Li! How's the situation over there?"
For a long time, there was no reply.
Lu Liting's face turned pale, knowing something had happened.
At this moment, although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he fully understood what happened on the other side!
That kid is born to restrain the sword soul!
Therefore, the mountain protection formation will not be activated at all!
All moves related to the sword will avoid its edge!
This is why the Pillar of Ten Thousand Swords is deflected!
Lu Liting's heartbeat almost stopped at the thought of the sight of thousands of swords returning to their sheaths.
Could it be that the direction of Wan Jian's return is actually...
As if to confirm his conjecture.
Elder Song's thousands of miles of sound transmission came at the right time: "The suzerain is not good! Nephew Feng..."
Ye Fan regretted it unceasingly, even the first disciple of Dingyun Sect had such strength, so what about Lu Liting, the suzerain?
Thinking about it this way, it seems that even the Water Dance Sect is not safe.
Even if Sect Master Feng is coerced by Lu Qiqi, this Lu Liting's strength is immeasurable, so I'm afraid he may not be completely helpless.
"It was I who harmed you!"
Ye Fan slammed his fist on the floor, and the severe pain went deep into the bone marrow, but it couldn't overwhelm the remorse in his heart.
"Brother Ye, don't do this." Hongdie held his injured hand, her eyes full of distress.
Ye Fan's eyes were wet and hot, and all thoughts were lost: "It's all my fault. If I didn't make random plans, how could it have caused such consequences? Thousands of people in the Water Dance Sect have died. Even if I die, how can I repay it?"
"Brother Ye, don't blame yourself. If it wasn't for you, our Water Dance Sect would have been wiped out a few days ago. How could we survive? On the contrary, we have killed you! If I hadn't been willful and forced you to stay here Water Dance Sect, how could you be trapped here, with your life in danger?"
Thinking of her self-willedness a few days ago, Hongdie cried pear blossoms with rain.
Ye Fan quickly wiped away tears for her: "Don't do this, how can I blame you?"
"Brother Ye..." Her arms softened, Hong Die was heartbroken, and threw herself into Ye Fan's arms.
Ye Fan caressed Hongdie's long hair softly, and his heart unexpectedly calmed down.
He looked up to the sky and murmured: "Forget it, if the sky wants to kill me, how can I fight against the sky? But the sky does treat me kindly. Before I die, there is a beautiful girl by my side. I will die with peace in my eyes."
Ye Fan closed his eyes, hugged the love in his arms even tighter, and quietly waited for Wan Jian to pierce his heart and five thunders to strike.
……
Outside the courtyard, Feng Anxu looked like a madman, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly.
"Hahaha~ Ye Fan, do you feel hopeless? Take a good look, this is the Suzerain's personal hand-pass—Wan Jian Guizong Sword Art! Since its creation, this sword art has only been used against the enemy twice. Dragon! One time to kill an immortal! You are a chicken thief, and you are lucky enough to bear this third blow, it is like a dragon-slaying sword, cutting a fly."
Feeling the huge concentration of real power, and even summoning the law to surround him, Feng Anxu at this moment only felt that he was a god.
"This blow can not only easily tear apart the sword array outside the courtyard, but also has the power to turn everything in the courtyard into dust! It is a blessing from your three lives to be able to die under this move!"
"Sword come!"
Pointing to the sky with one finger, ten thousand swords return to the sky!
Outside Dingyun Peak, Elder Song Li rode his sword swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at Feng Anxu's side.
Looking up, looking at Feng Anxu, who looks like the god of thunder, he knelt down on one knee.
"Sansheng is lucky, I was able to witness this spectacle with my own eyes!"
At this moment, he sincerely worships.
Inside the sect, countless disciples knelt down and threw themselves to the ground.
"Dingyun Qianren, Wanjian surrender! Bang~bang~"
The sound of kowtowing is repeated, which is a respect from the heart.
In the distance, thousands of disciples Yujian stopped in mid-air, using the sword as a seat, and bowed in the direction of Ding Yunzong.
Even Lu Liting himself bowed his head to show his respect. He was not saluting to Feng Anxu, but to the Patriarch, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords!
Ding Yunzong, above the small courtyard.
Feng Anxu's fingertips finally fell.
this moment.
It seems that even the sky has descended with it!
"Wan Jian ~ Returning to the sect!"
All of a sudden, the howling wind, the sound of thunder, and the screaming of countless piercing sounds.
Song Li covered his ears and protected his body with luck, but he could barely resist the coercion.
The other disciples who were closer were overwhelmed, and were crushed to the ground by the monstrous force, and their bodies were smashed to pieces!
In the courtyard, a pair of fateful mandarin ducks hug each other tightly, surrounded by aura.
They used their last strength and struggled for the last time, just to be able to embrace each other for a moment longer.
"Brother Ye~ In the next life, I will still fall in love with you."
"Silly girl, how can I be worthy?"
"Shut up and hold me tight."
……
Time passes by line by line.
Ye Fan, quietly waiting for the end.
He is waiting for the judgment of heaven and earth.
He is still waiting...
"Fuck, are you kidding me? You fucking come down!"
Ye Fan stood up suddenly, out of breath!
The red butterfly in her arms poked her head out.
"Brother Ye, how about we go out and have a look?"
"it is good."
The two left the house hand in hand.
The moment they left the house, the two stood there in a daze, unable to comprehend the scene in front of them at all.
I saw that the front of the hut has become an abyss, with the hut as the boundary, completely annihilated, with a radius of [-] meters, there is only a huge bottomless pit left!
"Could it be possible? Missed?" Hongdie scratched her head and hesitated, "What about Feng Anxu? He was standing in the air before, and from the position of the deep pit, visually... he hit himself?"
"Nephew Feng!"
As soon as Hongdie's words fell, a sword light streaked across the sky, and an old voice was crying, from far to near, and finally, it rushed straight into the abyss blasted by Wanjian, as if looking for something.
Ye Fan looked at the deep pit with lingering fears in his heart: "It seems that he did cut himself, oh~ this is really horrible, the mountain has been cut like this, can people keep it?"
"There must be no scum left." Hongdie nodded seriously.
……
Far away, thousands of miles away.
Countless Ding Yunzong disciples are still worshiping.
Only Lu Liting frowned and thought deeply.
wrong!
There must be something wrong!
The scene just now is indeed Wan Jian returning to the sect!That monstrous sword pillar was also powerful enough.
But I clearly saw that the moment the sword pillar fell, Wan Jian's trajectory suddenly deflected!
How is this possible?
What kind of power can deflect a blow that makes the world so dark?
Or, did I see it wrong?
"Oh~ I'm getting old."
Shaking his head and smiling wryly, Lu Liting couldn't explain what he saw, he could only attribute everything to old age.
Lu Liting turned around, intending to lead the whole sect into the Water Dance Sect to complete the plan of revenge.
But the next moment, the whole person tensed up like a spring!
There was a cold on the back, and the cold sweat was like a waterfall.
For some reason, a chicken thief's smile appeared in Lu Liting's mind.
A man faced thousands of sword masters and strode forward, but in front of him, only the wonderful scene of thousands of swords returning to their sheaths appeared in his mind!
Lu Liting seemed to realize something, and couldn't help muttering: "Wan Jian sheathed, broke through the mountain protection formation, and the pillar of Wan Jian deflected..."
In an instant, all the clues overlapped and formed a line.
Lu Liting was shocked as if being hit by a thunderbolt!
"Oops! Could it be him?"
Immediately, the energy sank to the dantian, and the sound was like a lion's roar, and the sound was transmitted thousands of miles away.
"Song Li! How's the situation over there?"
For a long time, there was no reply.
Lu Liting's face turned pale, knowing something had happened.
At this moment, although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he fully understood what happened on the other side!
That kid is born to restrain the sword soul!
Therefore, the mountain protection formation will not be activated at all!
All moves related to the sword will avoid its edge!
This is why the Pillar of Ten Thousand Swords is deflected!
Lu Liting's heartbeat almost stopped at the thought of the sight of thousands of swords returning to their sheaths.
Could it be that the direction of Wan Jian's return is actually...
As if to confirm his conjecture.
Elder Song's thousands of miles of sound transmission came at the right time: "The suzerain is not good! Nephew Feng..."
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