Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Zhang Ling and others' eyes changed. More than a hundred years ago, their Wang Taishang had a fight with the person in front of them?

Judging from the implications of his words, it seems that both of them were seriously injured in that battle, which led to the delay in overcoming the disaster?

"Lu Ping, what is there to say about what happened a hundred years ago? I think you were more seriously injured than me in that battle. I'm afraid... there is no possibility of overcoming the disaster in this life, right?"

Wang Zhenlong smiled and said: "Today, the juniors are here to ask about swordsmanship. We old guys should stop interfering. Call your juniors out to fight and have a good fight with my disciple."

Lu Ping's expression did not change, but his eyes became a bit gloomy, and he said calmly: "When your path to learning swords is cut off today, I will be happy and maybe go to face the disaster."

"You, the Lingkong Sword Sect, don't even dare to stand up swords in the capital, but you have the nerve to stop our path to learn swordsmanship. And you, an old bone, really want to survive the tribulation, you are not afraid of being crushed and thrown into ashes. It's a joke."

Wang Zhenlong sneered.

The disciples on both sides and the nearby monks have understood that when these two were young, they probably had a deep hatred.

"It's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and take a look."

Lu Ping looked calm, waved his hand gently, and saw a Nascent Soul sword cultivator slowly walking out.

"We, the Lingkong Sword Sect, will only send him to fight. If you win, this journey of seeking swordsmanship will naturally continue. If you lose, just go back to Central Continent. Remember, don't set foot in the Emperor's Heaven again, otherwise you will go down. Once, you will never come back."

Lu Ping smiled lightly.

Everyone looked at the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator with a strange expression. He couldn't see anything outstanding about him, and he didn't seem to be the top Nascent Soul in the Lingkong Sword Sect. Why did the Lingkong Sword Sect send him to fight?

"There is nothing to say about the Lingkong Sword Sect."

He Zuyan's eyes immediately locked on Fang Chen. He seemed calm and composed on the surface, but he was a little uneasy in his heart.

He had already swallowed the pill, and there was no abnormality from the beginning to the end. He was not sure if Mr. Zuo Xu was playing tricks on others.

The matter has come to this, no matter what the outcome is, he has no way out and can only bite the bullet.

Maybe he can also try to follow Qin Hucheng's path, live towards death and understand the sword intention towards death, which may not have any chance of winning!

Fang Chen nodded lightly and walked out of the crowd. The next moment, he suddenly noticed something. He immediately opened the Wubei Immortal Eye and saw a steady stream of incense power in the void, slowly pouring into He Zuyan's body.

The power of incense! ?

Is there an incense master behind the other party? How is this different from cheating.

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

He Zuyan seemed to be aware of something strange in his body, and felt that his spiritual power was continuously increasing, giving him the illusion of breaking through.

A flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his sword and pointed at Fang Chen: "Fang Jianshou, please teach me!"

As his strength grew stronger, He Zuyan became more and more excited. In just a short period of time, he felt that his strength had increased more than ten times!

He even had the illusion that his body no longer belonged to him!

As expected of the son of his ancestor, he could use such a miraculous elixir casually. He seemed to be able to imagine himself defeating Fang Chen and ending the path of learning swordsmanship in the Xu Xian Sword Sect.

Today's battle will definitely become a classic, and it will also make the Lingkong Sword Sect famous in Ditian, Beidou, and Central Continent!

"Hey, his aura...why is it getting stronger and stronger..."

"The Lingkong Sword Sect is indeed well prepared and will not let unknown people take the challenge! I am afraid that this person can also be ranked among the top among Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators!"

Not only did he feel the changes in He Zuyan, but the monks nearby also noticed it, with brilliant eyes.

The female swordsman's expression moved slightly, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw He Zuyan's aura rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That Young Master Zuo Xu really lived up to his reputation, and she finally believed that today the Lingkong Sword Sect had a chance to end the Xu Xian Sword Sect's path to learning swordsmanship.

The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators beside her felt a little regretful. If they had known this, they would have fought for the qualification to fight.

The elders of Lingkong Sword Sect looked at each other, and all their eyes fell on He Zuyan, their eyes less solemn and more smiling.

Lu Ping smiled and said: "How is my junior's cultivation level? Even though he is a Nascent Soul, among the Nascent Souls, there are probably very few people who can rival him."

Wang Zhenlong narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing. He just said calmly to Fang Chen:

"Be careful."

Everyone present today, except Fang Chen, not even Wang Zhenlong could see the power of the incense.

He couldn't tell what had changed in He Zuyan, so he could only give a reminder.

"Draw out the sword."

He Zuyan laughed excitedly, his voice slightly changed, completely different from before.

Fang Chen drew his sword, and this sword was directly the fourth sword of the Eight Desolate Immortals Supremacy Sword Sutra.

Before this, he had never even used the second sword.

The sword in the Sword Classic becomes more ordinary as it reaches the back, which has a subtle relationship with the human world of immortality that Fang Chen comprehends.

Therefore, when the sword was released, everyone seemed to have an illusion, as if an ordinary person was slaying an immortal with a sword.

"Is that all?"

He Zuyan laughed wildly and slashed out with the same sword.

His sword instantly condensed the terrifying power of the sword. Although there was no sword intention, it gave people the feeling of a disaster coming from the sky and destroying everything.

Fang Chen in front of him looked even smaller.

puff--

An arrow of blood splashed on the ground.

Fang Chen stood with his sword in hand without wavering.

On the other hand, He Zuyan, who was laughing wildly, stepped back and looked at his chest with difficulty.

There was a sword wound on his chest.

"Is it just...that's it?"

Fang Chen frowned.

Everyone was a little stunned, even Lu Ping and Wang Zhenlong frowned.

How could such an ordinary sword destroy He Zuyan's sword power in an instant, and even leave a sword wound on his body?

Everyone who thought this battle would be very exciting gradually showed a complex look on their faces.

"Is this guy really invincible?"

"We are both Nascent Souls, but why is his offensive power so much stronger than mine?"

There were whispers all around.

The monks who were watching the battle through Xuantian Mirror were all speechless at this moment, and their brows were twisted into the Chinese character "Chuan".

In the distance, Zuo Xu stood with his hands behind his back. He was not surprised when he saw this scene, but the smile on his face was even bigger.

"Just...that's it?"

He Zuyan suddenly laughed, lowered his head and slowly raised it, looking at Fang Chen, with a flash of light in his eyes.

His voice became different, rich and full of magnetism.

Whether it was an illusion or not, everyone suddenly realized that He Zuyan looked like a majestic lion at this moment.

But in Fang Chen's eyes, he saw a phantom with a lion's head and a body falling from the sky, blending into He Zuyan.

Not surprisingly, this shadow is the incense master.

"Something's wrong!"

Everyone's spirits were lifted.