Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"You didn't give us the Void Immortal Sword Sect a way to survive either."

Fang Chen smiled.

The Xuanxian of the Qiankun Sword Sect was silent for a few breaths, and then said calmly: "It depends on how many you can kill."

After saying this, a Nascent Soul Dzogchen Sword Cultivator walked out slowly. Without saying a word, he struck directly. The monstrous sword force swept across like wind and thunder, causing bursts of thunder in the void.

Another flash of sword light.

The wind and thunder dissipated, and the sky was clear.

The head hit the ground and rolled about ten feet away, then shook and then stopped.

"The second sword of the Qiankun Sword Sect, the next one."

Fang Chen said calmly.

No matter whether it was the monks present or the monks watching the battle through the Xuantian Mirror, they all remained silent for a long time.

Some out-of-body monks are also thinking carefully in their hearts, if they were faced with such a sword, could they escape?

Some people are covered in cold sweat. No matter how they calculate, they can't seem to escape this sword!

The Qiankun Sword Sect killed two Nascent Soul Dzogchen Sword Cultivators in succession. If the first one was unprepared, the second one had already taken action in advance, but was still killed by one sword. Everyone could see that this was a complete crushing of strength.

The expression of the mysterious immortal from the Qiankun Sword Sect became a little unnatural, and he subconsciously glanced at the member from the Kunlun Sword Sect, but that person did not look at him at all and seemed to be deep in thought.

After waiting for a while, all the Nascent Soul Sword cultivators looked at each other, but no one left, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

Even among sword cultivators, few people have the courage to face death like Qin Hucheng. Now that he saw two fellow apprentices die tragically on the spot, the rest of them weighed it up and came to the conclusion that they would die.

The overlord-level monks from all sides in the Immortal Demon Sea, whether they were demon cultivators or human cultivators, all had strange looks in their eyes.

It was completely unexpected that the Void Immortal Sword Sect, which was supposed to be at a disadvantage, would turn around in an instant due to the arrival of this chief swordsman, and gain an advantage from a disadvantage.

"If you don't dare, please break the sword in your hand. There is no use keeping it."

Fang Chen said calmly.

"You deserve to die!"

"Arrogant!"

Two bad-tempered sword cultivators couldn't help it and came on stage one after another. In the end, there were two more heads in front of Fang Chen.

He could see the souls of these four Nascent Soul sword cultivators standing there with blank expressions on their faces, looking at each other.

"Next person."

Fang Chen said calmly.

"alright."

The Xuanxian Sword Cultivator of the Qiankun Sword Sect waved his hand gently: "You can leave. The Qiankun Sword Sect will be closed for ten years starting today."

"It's okay to leave."

Fang Chen nodded lightly and said to the remaining Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators: "Don't forget that today, you, as sword cultivators, are timid and avoid fighting. You have lost the ambition of sword cultivators to strive for the top."

The expressions of many Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators changed on the spot, their faces turning green and white, and some had faint traces of blood on the corners of their mouths.

Wang Zhenlong couldn't help laughing and said: "What a road to break the sword."

Although the remaining Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators have not met their end, there will definitely be an insurmountable peak on their path from now on, which will become a roadblock for their swordsmanship and become demons in the heart of the Tao!

This is equivalent to ending the entire generation of the Qiankun Sword Sect!

"He wants to kill people with heartache... If the Qiankun Sword Sect doesn't express its position today, it will just close down... I'm afraid it will really be the road to breaking the sword..."

There were whispers all around.

The Xuanxian Sword Cultivators of the Qiankun Sword Sect also found that all the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators under their sect looked ugly, and some even showed signs of being possessed.

He looked at Fang Chen fiercely: "Shuzi is arrogant, how dare you harm the seedlings of my Qiankun Sword Sect!"

"So what?"

Fang Chen looked at the other party quietly, without any fear in his eyes, but with indifference.

"Junior, if you are too crazy, you will easily fall and fall."

The Xuanxian of the Kunlun Sword Sect suddenly spoke.

"Kunlun Sword Sect Wu's surname is Yuanying. I'm going to kill them all. If my seniors are capable, tell them all to hide and not show their heads."

Fang Chen looked at the other party and suddenly chuckled.

The expression of the Xuanxian of the Kunlun Sword Sect suddenly changed, and he stared at Fang Chen with a gloomy expression. He was about to speak, but heard Wang Zhenlong lazily say:

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are here to ask about the sword. Do you think we are here to bring you warmth? If we fight and kill, there will inevitably be casualties. If you don't dare to fight, just shut up. Why are you chirping?"

He looked at the Qiankun Sword Sect: "Do you dare to fight? If you dare to fight, take your disciples back. Don't embarrass yourself outside. Just like you, you still want to keep our Void Immortal Sword Sect here today?" "

The look on the Qiankun Sword Sect's face changed again and again, as if there was a breath of depression stuck in his chest that was difficult to exhale.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in white robe slowly walked out of the mountain gate of Qiankun Sword Sect. He was dressed in snow-white, and even the hair ornaments on his head were white, as if they were made of some kind of white jade.

Everyone was shocked, and a solemn look flashed in their eyes.

It is said that the Immortal King Patriarch of the Qiankun Sword Sect likes to dress up like this!

"I'll wait to see my ancestor!"

The Xuanxian from the Qiankun Sword Sect suddenly moved and immediately led everyone to salute in unison.

The Xuanxian of the Kunlun Sword Sect was not rude and bowed with his fists.

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite."

The middle-aged man in white smiled and waved his hands, then looked at Wang Zhenlong: "Zhenlong, why are you still so bad-tempered after not seeing each other for so many years?"

"Oh, True Dragon has met Senior Ke."

Wang Zhenlong forced a smile on his face and clasped his fists.

"Hey, there's no need to be so polite. When your old swordsman brought you here as a guest, you were never so polite to me. You shouldn't be so polite now."

The middle-aged man in white shook his head with a smile, and then sighed softly: "I never thought that the last time we said goodbye would be the last time I saw the old sword immortal. If I had known this, I would have gone to the Xuxian Sword Sect to visit him a few days ago. It’s better to discuss swordsmanship with him again.”

After saying this, the middle-aged man in white looked at Fang Chen and said with a smile:

"Your swordsmanship is very strange. It seems to be different from the inheritance of Xuxian Sword Sect. Could it be that the old swordsman taught you some kind of method alone?

Yes, if that's the case, you should also be so proud. If the Kunlun Sword Sect didn't succeed in being promoted to the Patriarch, his strength would be far inferior to that of the old Sword Immortal, so you should be proud of him. "

At this point, he suddenly changed the topic: "But, little friend, do you know the principle of being merciful and merciful? I am a sword cultivator, so I should understand the meaning."

As he spoke, a vague aura swept towards Fang Chen, and no one seemed to sense it except Fang Chen.

Fang Chen frowned slightly, and the next moment, an old man appeared in front of him and smiled at the middle-aged man in white:

"Xiao Ke, what were you talking about just now?"

Ruoyouruowu's aura immediately disappeared and turned into nothingness after Mr. Xun appeared.

The middle-aged man in white looked slightly stiff.

The monks nearby looked at each other, Xiao Ke?

Who is this old man who appears inexplicably? How dare you call the Immortal King Patriarch of the Qiankun Sword Sect like this! ?