Chapter 682: The Swords of the Junior Brothers Arrive
"It turns out that a sword can be used like this!"
It was just like when I first saw the perfect version of "Creation Furnace Skill" taught by Mr. Bai, and then I was completely intoxicated and lost.
After receiving guidance from Mr. Bai this time, Li Fan was also immersed in the infinite mystery of the [Heaven-Breaking Heart Sword] and was unable to extricate himself.
He didn't even say the polite words "thank you for your guidance" and was so confused that he didn't even know how he left the competition venue.
It was not known how much time had passed, but it was the unanimous shouts of "Big Brother" from the outside world that woke Li Fan up from his epiphany.
Li Fan followed the gaze of the crowd and saw Situ Yao, who was staggering and seemed not yet sober, being forcibly carried to the center of the field with the support of two Tianjian Sect disciples beside him.
"Wine, where's the wine?" Situ Yao burped, ignoring Mr. Bai opposite him, and asked around in a daze.
"Why do you have to pretend to be drunk, Situ?" Mr. Bai was not annoyed, but said with a faint smile.
After hearing this, Situ Yao could no longer pretend to be stupid. He coughed lightly, stood up straight, and looked at Mr. Bai.
A trace of helplessness appeared on his face: "Really? I was originally thinking about preserving my reputation as the eldest senior brother of the Tianjian Sect. You broke it so easily, it seems that I have to fight."
Situ Yao took out a wine gourd from somewhere and took a gulp.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at Mr. Bai for a long time.
"I can't beat him. I can't beat him." He muttered to himself.
Although Situ Yao's words were light, they caused an uproar among the monks watching the battle. You know, Situ Yao's actual combat power is the best in the Tianjian Sect. He hasn't fought seriously for many years, and no one knows where his limit is.
But even such an absolutely strong man in the Xuanhuang Realm, when facing Mr. Bai, had already taken the initiative to express that he was no match for him before the battle even started!
With Situ Yao's personality, if he can't win, he can't win, and he won't bother to lie.
What is the identity and where did this seemingly ordinary man come from?
For a moment, everyone in the Tianjian Sect focused their attention on Mr. Bai, in a state of confusion.
"Knowing it is impossible, but still doing it. Isn't this your life creed, Situ?" Seeing that Situ Yao was reluctant to take action, Mr. Bai encouraged him instead.
"You've kept that sword hidden for a long time. It's time to take it out and try it out."
The tone was very light, but to Situ Yao's ears, it sounded like thunder.
An inexplicable aura suddenly emerged from Situ Yao. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Mr. Bai with a hint of doubt.
But after all, he had the mentality of a top-notch expert, and after a moment, he calmed down the doubts and surprises in his heart.
"In that case, it would be disrespectful to refuse it." Situ Yao said in a serious tone.
Taking a step forward, Situ Yao stretched out his right hand and looked around at the disciples of the Tianjian Sect who were watching the battle.
He said seriously: "Brothers, bring your swords."
All the cultivators in the Tianjian Sect, no matter where they were, heard Situ Yao's words in an instant.
He was stunned for a moment, and then without any hesitation, he threw his own flying sword into the sky.
As the eldest senior brother of the Tianjian Sect, Situ Yao takes good care of every new disciple and never acts like a senior. Whenever the disciples are in trouble, the eldest senior brother always stands up for them. He even helps his relatives instead of others.
Situ Yao has been the eldest senior brother for who knows how many years, and all the disciples in the sect have benefited from him, either directly or indirectly.
At this time, how could I refuse the request of my eldest brother to lend me his sword?
Then, in an instant, thousands and thousands of flying swords flew into the sky together.
Coming towards Situ Yao.
Most of the Tianjian Sect's disciples' cultivation and combat power are above their own natal flying swords.
From the beginning of building the foundation, he worked hard to build his own flying sword. While strengthening the strength and lethality, he gradually achieved a spiritual connection.
Therefore, at this moment, with Situ Yao's shout of "Come the sword".
It was not just thousands of flying swords that were dispatched.
But it is almost half of the combat power of Tianjian Sect.
Thousands of sword energies were flying everywhere, emitting different brilliant lights. As Situ Yao turned his hand over and turned it into a finger, it whistled towards Situ Yao's target, Mr. Bai, and slashed.
Countless flying swords gathered together, as if forming a giant sword that spanned the sky and the earth in the void.
He locked onto Mr. Bai from a distance and arrived in an instant.
It seemed that in the next second, Mr. Bai would be pierced by thousands of swords and die tragically on the spot.
However, there was no sign of panic on Mr. Bai's face.
He just smiled faintly and then raised the wooden sword in his hand.
Facing thousands of swords.
Buzz...
A sound of sword ringing came from the wooden sword.
Time seemed to stand still in an instant.
Wherever the sword sounded, thousands of flying swords first stopped flying and stayed in the air.
Then the sword began to tremble violently, as if it was struggling fiercely with something.
at last……
The first flying sword lost control and fell from the sky.
The sword stabbed into the ground, and the sword shook slightly.
Then came the second and third.
In an instant, thousands of flying swords fell from the sky like a rainstorm and landed on the earth.
They were so densely packed that an extremely dense tomb of swords was formed in this small space.
Without even touching the corner of Mr. Bai's clothes, Situ Yao's killer move, which he had been cultivating for most of his life, was broken.
At this moment, the Tianjian Sect fell into deathly silence.
The wooden sword in Mr. Bai's hand made a sound again.
Afterwards, all the disciples, including Li Fan, saw a scene that they would never forget.
All the flying swords stuck in the ground were now bending their sword bodies towards Mr. Bai's direction.
It was like they were paying respect to their emperor.
Mr. Bai stood with a sword in his hand, his expression calm.
"You are..." At this time, he seemed to finally remember something.
Situ Yao's pupils shrank suddenly and he lost his voice.
Mr. Bai smiled slightly and waved the wooden sword again.
Then thousands of flying swords returned to their masters' bodies.
"I came here today to ask for a favor." Mr. Bai, who had resolved the conflict, threw the wooden sword aside and said to Situ Yao with a smile.
"Please speak." Situ Yao's tone was full of respect.
Mr. Bai looked around but didn't say anything.
Situ Yao slapped his forehead fiercely: "Come with me."
As he spoke, he led Mr. Bai to the main hall of the Tianjian Sect.
Only the monks who were still in shock and had not yet recovered were left on the ground.
"Is this the strength of a truly powerful person in the ancient world of immortal cultivation?" Li Fan was also shocked by the power of Situ Yao's sword just now.
He had a vague feeling that with the combined strength of most of the cultivators of the Tianjian Sect, if that giant sword was successfully swung out, it would be enough to tear a hole in the Xuanhuang Realm.
On the contrary, it was the fact that Mr. Bai dissolved the sword with ease.
There weren't many surprises.
(End of this chapter)
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