An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

World of Cultivating Immortals · Qinglong Kingdom.

Qinglong has a vast territory and a large population. There are countless cultivators, and the competition among sects is also harsh and cruel.

It is once every 60 years, when the small secret realm Baohuan Mountain opens, Baohuan Mountain is an extremely important place of cultivation in Qinglong, and anyone below Jindan can enter.Every time for six months, the rare medicinal herbs and spiritual beasts and treasures in its territory will be competed based on personal luck and strength.

Baohuan Mountain was shrouded in an enchantment, and the green light towered into the sky. The seniors of all sects and sects led outstanding disciples, gathered with all the casual practitioners in front of the teleportation formation outside the enchantment, waiting for the moment when the enchantment would open.

The monks gathered according to sects, looking at each other vigilantly.

Then there were two sword cultivators in white gowns, surrounded by fellow disciples like stars, but the two had long been used to standing side by side.

The older one looks 24 to [-] years old, with a tall and straight body like a pine tree, a handsome appearance, a sharp breath, and a murderous aura, which is just the appearance of the sword intent.

The younger man was about [-] years old, with seven layers of condensed veins, handsome and outstanding, clean and unsullied, but his expression was as gentle as the spring sun, gentle and noble, if not for the same sword intent as the man beside him, he would be more like a mortal. The son of an aristocratic family, as graceful as a beautiful jade.

The two of them reached the high level of Ningmai at a young age. They are really talented. Where did such handsome and handsome characters come from?Then some disciples from other sects asked curiously.

The knowledgeable person smiled and said, "Those two are direct disciples of Helian Wancheng, the head of Wanjianmen. The elder is the first disciple Zheng Mo, and the younger is the second disciple Lin Fangsheng. They are the new generation leaders of Wanjianmen."

Then, while waiting for the enchantment to open, they talked freely.

It is the outstanding achievements of the two traveling together, beheading demon cultivators, subduing monsters, entering the Tao with the sword, and cultivating the mind by killing them.

Those who heard it were all amazed and vigilant, and their chances of winning after entering Baohuan Mountain dropped a little bit.

Those two didn't take the whispers around them to heart, they were calm and waited patiently with the disciples of Wanjianmen.

Suddenly, the brilliance of the enchantment outside Baohuan Mountain faded, and the white lines of the circular teleportation array glowed with a faint blue light. In a group, enter the teleportation array one by one.

Lin Fangsheng exchanged eyes with Zheng Mo, and entered the teleportation array with eight other disciples.The light instantly engulfed ten people.

Baohuan Mountain covers a vast area of ​​thousands of miles, with ninety-nine, 810 main peaks, thousands of mountain ranges like long dragons entering the sea, and countless valleys, where spiritual energy is contained, spiritual grass is flourishing, and caves and ancient tombs are even more abundant.For thousands of years, countless monks have obtained opportunities in Baohuan Mountain, and naturally countless monks have lost their lives here. The ascetics follow the heavens to seek the way, defy the heavens to fight for their lives, life and death, misfortunes and blessings, and they can't blame others.

The eighty teleportation formations below the mountain were all in operation, and it took half a day to transport the people outside the mountain. Everyone was waiting to be teleported to the territory of Baohuan Mountain, but the landing points were random.

After a whirlwind, the ten disciples of Wanjianmen landed on the bank of a fast-flowing river.All the disciples naturally looked forward to the two disciples who were personally passed by the head of the sect, and at this time they all looked at the two of them.

Zheng Mo stood tall and tall, opened an old parchment scroll map, determined the location of the ten people, and ordered: "This place is very close to Shenglong Lake, we can go to Shenglong Lake first, and collect the weak crystals and dragon blood sand needed by Shimen. .”

All the disciples responded in unison, and they sacrificed their flying swords one after another, and galloped in the direction of Shenglong Lake.

Zheng Mofang raised his hand, Lin Fangsheng had already jumped on the flying sword, turned his head and said with a smile: "Brother, if I win you this time, let me have that Xuanyin Panlong Sword!"

Before the words fell, people were already thousands of feet away. It was really as quiet as a forest, as fast as the wind, young and flamboyant.

Zheng Mo smiled indifferently, but there was a bit of indulgence in his narrow and long phoenix eyes, he ordered "Follow", then he sacrificed his flying sword and followed the figure of his junior brother.

Then I saw several blue or blue, or red or purple, magnificent and colorful lights and shadows, heading for Shenglong Lake from the mid-air.

After walking for only half a day, Shenglong Lake is already in sight, with misty waves thousands of miles away, vast and boundless, the water waves are as blue as black, and the surroundings are silent.

It is rumored that ten thousand years ago, there was a golden dragon that transformed into a dragon in Shenglong Lake, which resisted 81 divine thunders, shed its flesh and bones, and went straight to the sky, so it is named.Although the great power of the demon cultivator in the past is not seen today, the lake is thousands of miles in size and ten thousand feet deep. There are water veins in it that communicate with the Beiming Sea. Drowning adds a bit of danger.

The monsters in the lake are born and raised, but they have cultivated some tricks.The weak crystal is the fish demon in the lake who devours weak water day and night, refines its body and forges its bones. After death, the bones accumulate at the bottom of the lake and grow over time. Excellent material for sword refining.The dragon's blood sand is also at the bottom of the lake, its texture is fine and solid, and it is as red as blood. It is rumored that when Jinjiao was injured by the thunder of the nine heavens, the blood dripped into the lake and was absorbed by the fine sand at the bottom of the lake. It is also a rare material for refining .Wanjianmen mainly cultivates swords, supplemented by refining weapons, and naturally they will not miss such natural treasures.

Lin Fangsheng took the lead, seeing that the destination was close at hand, and the Xuanyin Panlong Sword was about to become his possession, he was secretly happy, but unexpectedly, a murderous black sword light came from above his head, Lin Fangsheng had no time to dodge, and raised his hand to fly away. The sword, forcibly blocked the sword light, but the low-level flying sword was shattered and fell to the ground in all directions. The remaining momentum of the sword light continued, and it smashed through the flying sword under Lin Fangsheng's feet. The young man fell from the air without being able to defend himself.The sword light turned around in the air and struck at him fiercely.

Zheng Mo was the first to arrive, embracing his younger brother with his arms crossed, and slashed down with the blue long sword, shattering all the remaining sword light, and then all the disciples of the Wanjian Sect followed, surrounded the two of them, and landed safely.

From when Lin Fangsheng was attacked, when he blocked the sword, to when Zheng Mo made his attack, in just a short breath, a deep voice rang out: "He Fang, my son, trespassed on the forbidden area of ​​our Jian Yuanzong."

The disciples of Wanjian Sect were less than fifty miles away from Shenglong Lake. Lin Fangsheng lost two flying swords and was caught off guard. He was furious and broke away from his senior brother's arms. Those who live here, Jian Yuanzong is very proud, Shenglong Lake has a radius of thousands of miles, and you can eat it?"

Following the sword light and violent shouting, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone. One was nine feet long, half of his fiery red shirt was off, his arms and chest muscles were knotted, and a huge blue sword was behind him, shrouded in a faint black light, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was full of evil spirits, with a wild look on his face, and he had a nine-level cultivation of pulse condensing. He was the one who sent out the sword light before.

The other person is as elegant as a scholar, with a smile on his brows and a cool expression on the corner of his mouth, he has ten levels of cultivation in his veins, stands with his hands behind his back, and said arrogantly: "Friends, I, Jian Yuanzong, have important matters to deal with in Shenglong Lake. Inside, please do not enter."

Both Jianyuanzong and Wanjianmen are sword cultivators, and they have been fighting openly and secretly for hundreds of years.Ever since Helian Wancheng became the head of the sect, Wan Jianmen has always dominated Jian Yuanzong.Therefore, even though Jian Yuanzong has always been tyrannical and perverse, the disciples of Wan Jianmen, who are also sword cultivators, do not make trouble at will because of the strict style of the school, and when it comes to fear, they are not at all.

Zheng Mo withdrew his hand supporting his junior, and responded coldly: "Shanglong Lake is so vast, I can't wait to get some minerals, a mere Jian Yuanzong, how can it occupy so many places?"

Although the tone was indifferent, all the disciples of Wanjianmen could tell that the elder brother was angry.

These two people's cultivation base is much higher than Lin Fangsheng's, but they still launched a sneak attack. Although the behavior of such a shameless villain is not uncommon, it completely angered Zheng Mo.

Everyone in Wanjianmen knows that the elder brother is the most protective, Jian Yuanzong's sneak attack almost hurt the younger brother, and he even uttered wild words to occupy Shenglong Lake. Such actions of repeatedly touching Nilin are said to be not far from death Not too much.

As soon as Zheng Mo said this, the giant sword man and the scholar all changed their expressions.The giant sword monk named Yuan Yan, and the scholar-like monk named Zhao Xiao, are both inner disciples of the Jian Yuan Sect. Their eyes are always higher than the top. If there is a provocateur, they always follow their heart and kill them cleanly. anger.In fact, Jian Yuanzong learned that there is a fifth-level golden-crowned white snake in Shenglong Lake that is about to lay eggs. The fifth-level monster is equivalent to the cultivation base of Yuanying. opponent.Therefore, Jian Yuanzong moved his mind, trying to kill the snake and seize the eggs when the white snake was weak in laying eggs.Therefore, Jian Yuanzong dispatched dozens of disciples to search for the white snake's lair deep into the lake, and guard the lakeside to prevent others from entering.Yuan An, Zhao Xiao and two people are responsible for the security of this place.

Among the monks of the same level, the sword cultivators are often stronger. The previous group of monks were either beheaded on the spot or left with humiliation. Now when they meet Wan Jianmen, they are kicked on the iron board.

Yuan An had already raised his hand to hold the sword hilt behind his shoulder, but was stopped by Zhao Xiao, whose tone had changed from his previous domineering and unreasonable tone: "This fellow Taoist, I am following the order of my master to deal with urgent matters here. Please bear with me, once the matter is over, you can freely enter the lake without any hindrance."

Although Zhao Xiao didn't say it clearly, how many important things can there be in entering the Magic Mountain?It's nothing more than a treasure and spiritual pet.Zheng Mo guessed a little bit, although he didn't put the treasure in his eyes, he refused to lose face of the master, and felt sorry for his junior brother's surprise attack, so he didn't give in, but asked coldly: "Fellow daoists are calculating, understatement With just a few words, it occupies the largest lake in Baohuan Mountain, but I don’t know how many days I have to wait before I can enter the lake?”

Both Zhao and Xiao were stifled, Jian Yuanzong got inaccurate information, now the search is about to start, the location of the white snake's lair is not yet known, and the day for the white snake to lay eggs can be as short as a few days or as long as several months. Not allowed.At this moment, he just said: "On the day of release, I will inform you, why bother to ask more." After all, I am used to domineering, and I will revert to my old ways in a few words.

The faces of all the disciples of Wanjianmen showed anger, and someone said: "Fellow Daoist, this wishful thinking is really sound. You say a few days is a few days. Could it be that half a year later, when Baohuan Mountain is closed?"

The golden crowned white snake is rare in the world, and Jian Yuanzong refused to let it go. Zhao Xiao's face was cloudy, but he acquiesced in saying this, which made the disciples of Wan Jianmen even more angry.

Zheng Mo's tone was still calm, and he sighed: "Friend Daoist is so unreasonable, I will forgive you."

Yuan Yan couldn't bear the entanglement of several people's words, he took off the huge sword behind his back, and swung it forward, causing the air to flow: "Whoever talks a lot of nonsense with him, brother, why not kill him on the spot!"

Including Zheng Mo, there are ten disciples from Wanjian Sect, the lowest level of cultivation has reached the fourth level of pulse condensing, especially Zheng Mo, the peak of tenth level of pulse condensing, is only a layer of paper kung fu away from forming an alchemy.As for Jian Yuanzong, although both of them are high-ranking, they have no chance of winning against so many people.

As soon as Yuan An's words fell, the disciples of Wanjian Sect had drawn their swords one after another, even the little junior sister who was on the [-]th level of Congealing Pulse, her brows were still full of childishness, but she was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and showed eagerness to try against the strong enemy.

"Let me do it, don't grab it!" Lin Fangsheng didn't wait for his senior brother to order, he pulled out the Black Flame Swallowing Sun Sword, his body was as swift as lightning, and stabbed towards Yuan Yan.A ferocious smile appeared on Yuan An's face: "Good time, grandpa will let you die without a whole body!" The huge sword was heavy, but it was swung in his hand but lifted like lightly, and it struck down like a thunderbolt.

--clang!

The sound of metal crashing into a line, but within two or three breaths, the two of them had done dozens of tricks, which fell into the eyes of ordinary people, only some hazy white clothes and red shirts flashed by.

The monks saw it clearly. Although Lin Fangsheng's cultivation level was lower than Yuan Yan's, he was better than Yuan Yan because of his exquisite and fierce swordsmanship. , the sword light of the giant sword soared ten feet, splitting a deep crack in the hard rocky ground.But Lin Fangsheng easily dodged it, found an opening, and stabbed with a sword light.

Zheng Mo secretly sighed, Wan Jianmen has strict discipline, but Lin Fangsheng has followed his master He Lian Wancheng with him since he was a child. , Lin Fangsheng is also a single-fire spiritual root, with excellent aptitude. He has been a beginner for more than ten years. Under the protection of his elders, he has traveled all over the world, slaying demons and demons, and comprehending sword intent. , if things go on like this, it will hinder him from entering the country in the future.

Today, Yue Mo was also very angry, and went out to fight without waiting for his brother's order.Zheng Mo originally wanted him to suffer some setbacks and sharpen his heart, but Yuan Yan didn't know that it was useless. It seems that the younger brother will continue to be arrogant.

Zheng Mo thought so far, but he didn't realize that he was overindulging his junior at all.On the contrary, he is firm in his determination, the road to immortality is long and long, and he and his master will always guard him, so that his junior brother will not go astray.

The two were inextricably fighting each other, but Zhao Xiao showed a cold smile, and input a trace of aura into the Jade Talisman of Communication, and within a moment, there was a sharp cry piercing the sky.

When the chirping sound came, all the disciples of Wanjianmen changed their expressions.