Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The little sword circled around Fang Chen, jumping up and down, acting very lively and looking like he was asking for credit.

Fang Chen looked pleased.

Xiaojian did not disappoint him. The fireball and ice arrow techniques could not hurt him at all, and even the low-grade purple lightning talisman could only cause a certain amount of damage. The walking corpse was as fragile as tofu in front of Xiaojian.

"Stinky, smelly..."

Xiaojian expressed his dissatisfaction while claiming credit.

Apparently, it stunk from the corpse odor of the walkers.

"It stinks a bit."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"Hungry, hungry...so hungry..."

"Be patient for now, I'll give you something to eat as soon as possible."

Fang Chen comforted.

The communication between the two only exists at the spiritual level, so no one can see this scene.

But what they saw was Fang Chen with a faint smile on his face, the Chuchen aura on his body getting thicker and thicker, and the inch-long silver flying swords flying around him.

Just now, this flying sword killed two walking corpses!

A flash of horror flashed in Senior Brother Zhou's eyes. Even he didn't expect that the two walking corpses would be killed so easily by Fang Chen's flying sword.

"This flying sword...is it a middle-grade yellow-level sword!?"

This idea was rejected by him as soon as it arose.

"Impossible. The soul seal of a middle-grade yellow-level magic weapon is so thick that it can't be controlled by just a Qi Refining monk. Besides... there are only a few such magic weapons in the Blood Corpse Sect..."

Senior Brother Zhou's eyes gradually turned horrified. If it weren't for a middle-grade Huang-level magic weapon, it could erupt with such terrifying and fierce power that even the walking corpses couldn't resist it. This looked very much like the legendary sword cultivator!

Could this casual cultivator in front of me be a sword cultivator with his own flying sword? ?

He felt more and more that this guess was extremely close to the truth.

No wonder the other party has always been so calm, without any fear.

Sword cultivation itself is an extreme in the world of cultivation. These monks practice swords all their lives and devote all their efforts to the way of swordsmanship, without practicing any unnecessary techniques.

This keeps the destructive power of sword cultivators at the top of the cultivation world. The swords in their hands... can break through all kinds of magic!

The only shortcoming is... Sword cultivators are too obsessed with fighting and too warlike. As a result, their life span is always much shorter than that of monks of the same level...

What does the monk want? What I seek is eternal life! Even if ordinary monks have the opportunity to become sword cultivators, they may not choose this path.

This road is too boring, too single, and the longevity is short.

Not to mention the inheritance of sword cultivation... is too little.

Everyone in the Hanshui Kingdom who had a chance to win saw this scene, and their faces turned a little pale. They subconsciously looked at Senior Brother Zhou, but they found that Senior Brother Zhou's expression was not quite right either.

"Senior Brother Zhou, why don't you take action!? He destroyed two of my walking corpses and made all my years of hard work go to waste!"

Senior Sister Wang recovered from her daze, and without thinking about it, she shouted loudly to Senior Brother Zhou.

"Junior sister..."

A wry smile appeared on Senior Brother Zhou's face, "Your opponent...may be a sword cultivator..."

Sword repair! ?

Senior Sister Wang was slightly startled, and her expression gradually became a little unbelievable. She looked at Fang Chen subconsciously, and the thoughts in her mind kept swirling.

Anyone who can become a monk is naturally not stupid. She also noticed the clues discovered by Senior Brother Zhou, and suddenly took a breath of cold air in her heart. Even the resentment in her eyes was reduced a little, and was replaced by panic.

"Sword cultivator? They seem to be afraid of this kind of cultivator?"

Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly, and he looked at the expressions of Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Sister Wang, which confirmed his thoughts.

But he doesn't know the difference between sword cultivators and ordinary monks. Could it be said that having a natal flying sword as a magic weapon counts as a sword cultivator?

"Sir, there were many misunderstandings before."

Senior Brother Zhou suddenly hugged Fang Chen and said, "I don't know that you have a sword cultivating inheritance. I think your master... is also a sword cultivator of the first generation, right?"

When everyone in Hanshui Kingdom saw this scene, a look of panic suddenly appeared on their faces.

Give in! ?

The monk from the sixth-grade empire actually gave in! ?

"call……"

Ji Congyun let out a long breath in his heart. The overall situation was decided. He looked at the Emperor of Hanshui Kingdom with a half-smile but not a smile. He found that the emperor's face was pale, with big beads of sweat oozing out. A faint flash of light could not help but appear in his eyes. of contempt.

"I told you, I am a casual cultivator."

Fang Chen smiled.

"understand."

Senior Brother Zhou nodded and stopped testing Fang Chen's origins.

Sword cultivators have very weird tempers. After all, they have been facing a sword for decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years. They are either fighting or preparing to fight every day. Such people cannot be treated as ordinary monks.

The most important point...all sword cultivators are very grudge-holding, not the ordinary grudge-holding kind!

He once heard a rumor.

A monk who had just embarked on the path of sword cultivation was slapped to death by a certain big monk. As a result, he provoked the master behind him, but the master was no match and was injured by the big monk.

And then...a group of sword cultivators descended from the sky and slaughtered the great monk and the sect behind him overnight. Even if the backer behind the great monk came forward, the matter could not be resolved.

The battle between the two sides lasted for several years. You came and I went back and forth, and stronger ones continued to join the battle.

In the end... the great monk's backer, and his backers, led people to apologize to the group of sword cultivators, and paid an extremely heavy price to put an end to this matter.

"Senior Brother Zhou...is he really a sword cultivator?"

Senior Sister Wang's face no longer looked aloof, and now she looked more like a frightened little girl. Even her tone was a bit softer...

"If it weren't for the sword cultivator...how could your walking corpse be defeated in one move? This is the sword that defeats all methods...The sword in the sword cultivator's hand is really invincible..."

Senior Brother Zhou smiled bitterly, and while explaining, he flattered Fang Chen.

The sword breaks all laws! ?

Everyone looked at Fang Chen blankly, and the monks from the sixth-grade empire used these four words to describe it... They could not imagine how terrifying Fang Chen's true strength was.

Regret, endless regret.

The Emperor of Hanshui Kingdom looked pale, and there was only regret in his heart. If he had known this, why not give up the throne to the Ji family with dignity?

At least... Han Qin won't die...

Thinking of this, he felt heartbroken. Han Qin was the only martial artist in the royal family who reached the Tianxuan realm at a young age...and died like this...

"Since it's a misunderstanding, what do you two think should be done next?"

Fang Chen smiled.

What to do next?

Senior Brother Zhou said tentatively: "I will leave with my junior sister, and we will not interfere with Hanshui Kingdom's affairs... Originally, we should not interfere either. After all, Daxia and Hanshui belong to the same lineage, and are both vassal states of the White Tiger Empire. They are all tributaries of the Qinghu Kingdom..."

The Green Fox Kingdom he refers to is the country he is in. It governs more than a dozen seventh-level empires, and the White Tiger Empire is one of them.

"This is not okay."

Fang Chen smiled.

Senior Brother Zhou's expression changed slightly and he smiled bitterly: "Then what do you think?"

He just hopes to take his junior sister away from here quickly, and does not want to have anything to do with Fang Chen anymore. Sword cultivation is too troublesome. If he gets stuck...

The one in front of him was fine, but he was afraid of the existence behind him. If the Blood Corpse Sect provoked an unmatched enemy, they would probably be the first to be crushed to death by the leader of the Blood Corpse Sect.