"He's just an inferior-grade pill …"
Seeing the opponent's Dharma Power, Fang Xian was relieved.
His invisibility technique was so amazing that even Fengyun Zi didn't notice him.
After a while, a spirit talisman suddenly flew over and landed in front of Fang Xian. Zhu Yun's voice came out, "I've saved him. You can do it now, my friend."
"Who's there?"
The commotion immediately alerted Fengyun Zi.
As he roared, a Wind Cloud Fan appeared in his hand. With a wave, a sandstorm swept over.
"The old Daoist is doing this on purpose, right?"
Under such an attack, Fang Xian couldn't continue to hide, so he had to cancel the invisibility technique and yelled, "Fengyun Zi, you've committed a crime!"
The Fire Dragon Sword flew out and slashed at the Wind Cloud Fan.
The flying sword was equivalent to a Dharma treasure with ten Heavenly Spirit Seals, and the sword aura was extremely sharp, instantly cutting a gap on the Wind Cloud Fan.
"Damn it! I can't let this person leave this place today, or my sect will have to move overnight … "
A demonic black light suddenly appeared in Fengyun Zi's eyes, and he suddenly turned from a cultivator of a famous sect to a strange evil. He reached out and grabbed, and a black snake pounced at Fang Xian with a hissing sound.
He was fighting with orthodox Dharma Power just now, but now he was using a Fiend Art.
This Fiend Art was called the Mystic Yin Soul Severing Art. It could condense Qi into a weapon and kill the Divine Soul! It was simplified from the 'Taiwu Mystic Yin Soul Severing Secret Art' in the Kunlun Devil Palace. Its power was astonishing and it was very sinister.
If a normal cultivator wasn't careful, their Divine Soul would be injured and it would be difficult for them to recover.
"Child's play."
Fang Xian laughed, and the sword aura of the Fire Dragon Sword surged a few feet, like a red fire dragon, killing the black snake.
This was the Divine Power of Sword Aura Breaking Art!
"Where are you from, Sword Immortal?"
Fengyun Zi yelled. He could tell that Fang Xian wasn't simple, so he was anxious.
He knew that it would be difficult to deal with a true disciple of such a prestigious sect, not to mention that the other party had a flying sword. He immediately let go and threw out thirteen golden pellets.
Six of them flew towards Fang Xian, while the other seven guarded his body. Clearly, they were afraid that Fang Xian would secretly slash them with his sword.
Fang Xian secretly took out the Nine Heavens Mystic Flame Mirror and released nine fire snakes, easily suppressing the six golden balls and keeping them in front of him.
"Brat, you've been tricked."
A sinister smile appeared on Fengyun Zi's face upon seeing this, and he suddenly made a hand seal.
The thirteen golden balls roared and each transformed into a golden Herculean Buddha God Demon that grabbed at Fang Xian.
As expected, such old demons are cunning in battle …
"However, no matter how many schemes you have, can you block my sword?"
Fang Xian's body swayed, and he transformed into a fire dragon. It was the Heavenly Fire Flame Dragon divine ability!
Just by pouncing forward, a few Herculean Buddha God Demons screamed and almost melted.
The red fire dragon rushed out of the encirclement and merged with the Fire Dragon Sword. Fang Xian became one with the sword and suddenly slashed at Fengyun Zi.
Poof!
A Herculean Buddha God Demon was directly split in half, revealing Fengyun Zi behind it.
Without waiting for him to cast any spells, the Fire Dragon Sword directly pierced through several times, killing the old demon on the spot.
Without the control of its master, the Wind Cloud Fan cried and fell to the ground.
The remaining Herculean Buddha God Demons screamed and suddenly swarmed up, tearing apart their master's corpse and devouring it.
This was also the drawback of cultivating the demonic arts, and it would backfire if one was not careful.
"Hey, how are you, little friend?"
A sword light flew out and suddenly lifted the top of the nine-story golden pagoda, revealing Zhuyun Laodao's figure.
He chuckled and threw a monk on the ground, saying, "I encountered this Fire Cloud Monk and was delayed for a while. Are you okay, little friend?"
"I was about to tell you, senior, Fengyun Zi has been beheaded."
Fang Xian replied with a smile.
"Not bad, not bad …"
Zhuyun Laodao threw out a sword pouch and stored all the Herculean Buddha God Demons. Then, he picked up the Wind Cloud Fan and handed it to Fang Xian, "I'll take these fiends. This Dharma treasure is not bad, I'll give it to you …"
The Wind Cloud Fan was actually the Wind Cloud Sect's legacy Dharma treasure. It was refined with nine Divine Wind Astral Qi and contained three Heavenly Astral Seals, which was quite good.
Fang Xian did not refuse and directly accepted it. He asked, "How was the person saved? Did you eliminate all evil?"
"Of course, the sinful disciples outside were all killed by my sword …" Zhuyun Laodao said with a smile, "Little friend, you did a great deed by doing this."
"How about this sword?"
Fang Xian looked at the furnace.
The Jiuzi Divine Infant Sword kept humming as if it was extremely intelligent.
"This sword … How about I let you handle it?" Zhuyun Laodao's eyes flashed and suddenly said.
'You're testing my Dao heart before I'm even a disciple?' Fang Xian rolled his eyes in his heart and was indescribably annoyed, "I don't want this sword. Please find a virtuous monk and release me …"
"That's good."
Zhuyun Laodao nodded and knocked over the furnace.
The Jiuzi Divine Infant Sword seemed to know its fate. It let out a mournful cry and was about to turn into a blood-colored light to escape.
In the light, the cry of the infant was endless. It was unknown how many innocent lives were refined.
"Tsk, you still want to leave?"
A beam of sword light flew out from Elder Taoist Zhu Yun's hand and suddenly split into two. It was the realm of Sword Light Differentiation. The two of them intertwined and crushed the blood light, suppressing the Jiuzi Celestial Nascent Sword and storing it in the sword pouch.
After showing off this exquisite swordsmanship, the old Taoist Zhu Yun turned around and said with a smile, "This old Taoist is actually from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, my Taoist name is Zhu Yun. Little friend, you have a sword bone, and even more chivalrous heart, why don't you..."
"Since this matter is over, it's time for me to leave."
Fang Xian did not wait for the old Daoist to speak and directly rejected him, "Also … when I was a lone cultivator, I had no one to rely on and had no hope of achieving immortality … Later on, I received the legacy of a senior and swore to never become a disciple of another person. I will inherit the teachings of that senior."
As soon as he finished speaking, he became one with the sword and turned into a sword light that flew away.
Zhuyun Laodao's words were stuck in his throat. His old face had almost turned purple.
He did not know how many times he had chanted the Mind Cleansing Mantra and told himself that more haste makes waste. Only then did he barely suppress it.
"Sigh … Sometimes, I really want to send this kid back to Shushan Sword School and be done with it!"
After a long time, he sighed, "Fortunately, this kid is probably going to the Cloud Mountain to watch the sword battle. There's still a chance."
Little did he know that Fang Xian was also cursing in his heart.
If this old Daoist was not a Gold Pill Sword Cultivator who had received the true teachings, he would not even bother to play with him. He would directly let him know why flowers were red!
The old Daoist came to accept a disciple but found out that he could not defeat his disciple. How embarrassing would that be!
Just thinking about this scene, it was quite a scene.
"Hmph, just you wait … Do you think that it's very slow for me to break through the Gold Pill? Next time, I might break through directly. When that time comes, let's see if you still have the face to mention accepting a disciple!"
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