Master of Great Calamity

This Thunderbolt Overlord Nine Heavens Sword is no stranger to the disciples of Xianmen.

In fact, this is a sword formula that has been widely circulated in Xianmen, and almost everyone knows it.

But when it comes to the status of this sword formula in the hearts of the disciples of the immortal sect, it is even worse than the three-character scripture learned by ordinary children, because it was originally collected by a senior brother of the Qingyang sect to make people laugh.

Among these Xianmen disciples, whenever they laughed at others, they would say that he was only worthy of learning the Thunderbolt Nine Heavens Sword. Who would have thought that this handyman would say that he had learned this sword?

What's even more ridiculous is that he actually wanted to use this sword technique to go to Xiaozhufeng to cross the bridge of trials?

Even the deacon who was about to test Fang Yuan couldn't help but lower his face, thinking to himself, since he is not sure to cross the bridge of trials, he should just wait for his cultivation to reach the third level of Qi training, but now he wants to punish the old man?

Feeling lazy, he waved his hand and said, Then you'd better go back, and come back after completing the third level of Qi training!

Things have reached this level, Fang Yuan can't just leave.

If he left at this time, wouldn't everyone see that he came to this small bamboo peak on purpose to show off?

More importantly, so many deacons and even the elders were alarmed, wouldn't the impression they left be too bad?

Thinking of this, he could only bite the bullet and said loudly: This disciple really wants to enter the immortal sect, and I hope that senior will make it happen!

this……

The white-bearded deacon turned around and exchanged glances with the other deacons, and thought to himself: This kid seems to be a fool who is dedicated to seeking the Tao. He is a bit stupid in his cultivation. How can he know the danger of the bridge of trials? With the sword skills of a three-legged cat, he wants to break through. Fortunately, the bridge has been demolished, otherwise his life may be lost in it! But Elder Yun has already ordered him to go through the motions. He retreated in spite of the difficulties, and went back to practice honestly!

With that in mind, he said lightly, If that's the case, then get ready!

As he said that, he took out a piece of red cloth from the Qiankun bag at his waist, on which was embroidered a statue of a god in golden armor, and there were countless runes on it. He glanced at Fang Yuan and said, This is the yellow scarf warrior that the deacon spent three years refining. He has the ability to slay demons and eliminate demons. Let's use it as the first stage of the trial. If you can survive ten breaths of time under this treasure, I will count you as passing the stage!

That's all, after sealing the power of this treasure to 30%, it will be sacrificed.

Disciple understands!

Fang Yuan nodded in agreement, but suddenly looked embarrassed, and looked around: I don't know... Which senior brother borrowed a sword to use?

All the disciples of the Immortal Sect around immediately roared with laughter.

Even the white-robed deacon laughed and scolded: You came to cross the bridge of trials, but you don't have a sword?

Fang Yuan said innocently: It's not that I don't have a sword, but I really can't afford a sword...

The deacon in white robe who choked on a word didn't know what to say.

At any rate, he raised the mood of all the Xianmen disciples watching the excitement, and they were all booing. There were quite a few of these people practicing swords, but soon someone threw a long sword with a green sheath and shouted: I borrow this sword from you. Return it to me when it is used up...

Fang Yuan reached out to take it, clasped his fists at the man and said, Thank you!

The white-robed deacon sighed, sealed half of the yellow scarf's strength, and then waved his hand into the air.

With a whoosh, the yellow scarf spread out in the air, exuding an invisible golden glow, which was very dazzling. When Luo Jiang came down, he suddenly found that the yellow scarf had already hung down, forming a human figure, floating in mid-air, with no feet underneath, and the runes on it flashed, and turned into an arm holding a golden long sword, with a murderous appearance.

Son, if you lose, you can call for help!

The white-robed deacon gave an order in a deep voice, then picked up the formula and recited the mantra secretly.

call……

The yellow turban warrior who was silently floating in mid-air suddenly seemed to have life, and he swung his sword and slashed towards Fang Yuan.

It was originally an illusion, but at this moment, it was so powerful that it seemed to split the earth with a sword.

All the disciples of the Immortal Sect were shocked when they saw such a change, and some of them subconsciously covered their mouths.

And Fang Yuan was also startled when facing the yellow turban wrestler who was rushing straight over, he felt a very dangerous warning sign, almost subconsciously, he was about to jump to the side, not daring to face such a monster, but he had a strong will to control himself!

The sword is stronger than the law, the will is stronger than the sword, and the force is stronger than the will...

The principles of the sword in the Wuque Sword Sutra flashed through his mind, and he forced himself to stand where he was.

Suddenly, he shrunk back slightly, bent his knees and took a lunge, holding the hilt of the sword firmly with his right palm, and staring at the front with both eyes.

Why doesn't he hide?

Seeing that the yellow scarf warrior had rushed in front of Fang Yuan, some of the disciples of the Immortal Sect also let out a low cry.

Could it be that he has been frightened...

Not waiting for that guess to flash across the minds of most of the immortal sect disciples, Fang Yuan suddenly made a move!

Advance like soldiers on the battlefield, the long river stops flowing!

Facing the menacing yellow turban wrestler who was rushing towards him, Fang Yuan didn't back down at all, instead he stepped forward one step at a time.

The long sword in his palm trembled slightly, and all his magic power had been poured into it. He bent his knees and stretched his arms, and suddenly drew out the sword!

With a flash of silver light in the palm, the long sword has been swept out.

His movements are not fancy at all, they are extremely simple, but they perfectly performed the move of the tiger descending the mountain in Thunderbolt Overlord Nine Heavens Sword. Every movement, every change, is almost as if measured by a ruler. From swinging the sword to the movement of mana, to the momentum, there is no mistake in it, and it is even more perfect than the one drawn on the sword manual!

Corresponding to perfection, there is no flaw in the slightest!

When the sword was swept away, it was as if a gust of wind had blown up on the flat ground, and the piercing sword energy roared out!

The yellow turban wrestler rushed straight in front of him, and the giant sword in his hand was chopped off, stirring up endless fierce winds.

But before his sword slashed down, Fang Yuan's sword had already arrived!

With a sound of chi, Fang Yuan's body and the yellow scarf wrestler passed by, with a distance of three zhang back to back!

Fang Yuan let out a deep breath, turned around, put his sword across his chest, and made a defensive posture.

But the yellow turban warrior remained silent.

With his back to Fang Yuan, he remained motionless. After a long while, there was a sudden wow, and the runes were broken into pieces.

The white-robed deacon's eyes widened, and he hurriedly waved his hand. The yellow-turban warrior had already turned into a piece of yellow cloth before it hit the ground, and flew back into his hand. With a flick of his hand, he unfolded it, and suddenly found a sword mark on the yellow cloth...

The white-robed deacon was stunned.

The other Xianmen disciples were also stunned.

Even Fang Yuan was stunned.

Only Elder Yun laughed, and looked at Fang Yuan, seeming more interested.

What are you...

The white-robed deacon subconsciously yelled, but before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. He wanted to ask Fang Yuan what kind of sword he was using, but he found that Fang Yuan was indeed using a move from the Thunderbolt Bajue Nine Heavens Sword.

Fang Yuan was stunned for a while, and said: I have only practiced sword for less than two months!

The white-robed deacon almost spat on his face: Nonsense, how can I break my magic weapon after only practicing for a month?

Seeing all the disciples looking at him in surprise, the old man blushed and added: Although I have already sealed 90% of the power!

The disciple's sword...

Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: I have practiced no less than ten thousand times a day, and I feel that the combination of form and meaning is the best way to mobilize mana!

Ten thousand times?

The white-robed deacon was startled, and subconsciously said: Just this broken sword technique, you practice it 10,000 times a day?

Fang Yuan's face was a little red, so he could only whisper: I don't have any other swords to practice...

There were bursts of gasping sounds from around, and countless people looked at Fang Yuan who was standing blankly in the middle of the field with complicated eyes.

Hehe, hard work makes perfect, it really is true!

In the silence, suddenly a chubby deacon with long beard came out and said with a smile: Xiao Fangyuan, your sword is heavy and powerful, and it is integrated into one body. Even the old man's level of cultivation can't find any faults. You have indeed mastered it. Just now, you have passed the level of Deacon Bai. I will try your second level...

The other deacons all glanced at him. In their original plan, they didn't prepare for the second level.

Fang Yuan didn't know, but nodded honestly: Disciple understands!

The fat deacon nodded, and suddenly with a flick of his sleeve, the golden light was dazzling in the air. Dozens of golden beans actually spilled out, rolling around Fang Yuan's body, bouncing and flying, and then the fat deacon slowly picked up a formula, and said with a smile: This is the skill of spreading beans into soldiers practiced by the old man. You have to be careful. Although the old man has sealed most of the power, it is still very dangerous!

Fang Yuan nodded, but before he could speak, his heart trembled suddenly.

Behind him, a bouncing golden bean suddenly turned into a short, fat little man less than three feet tall, holding a short gun in his hand, jumped up quickly, like lightning, and stabbed straight at the back of his head.

Fang Yuan didn't even think about it, and in an instant, he took a slanted step forward, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward. A blue shadow fluttered and flew straight to the left.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan, who had just flashed over, suddenly turned upside down, turned around in the air, turned over strangely, the long sword in his hand turned around, and slapped firmly on the back of the little golden man...

This is the widow's over-the-wall trick in Thunderbolt Overlord Nine Heavens Sword, right?

A disciple of the Immortal Sect who was watching recognized Fang Yuanshi's sword move, and said in a daze, How anxious is this widow that she was able to turn over the wall so neatly?

A soft and cute little girl, I actually chatted with someone about novels all night...