"Look, there's movement in the Qingshui Pond!"
"The Yin-Yang Sword Intent has disappeared... Could it be that the senior has comprehended the Sword Intent, or obtained the treasure from the Qingshui Pond?!"
Ordinary monks were still watching the fun from the surroundings.
Experienced monks have begun to evacuate from the scene.
As the saying goes, killing people and stealing treasures is a traditional virtue among the cultivators of the Cang Yun Realm. Among ordinary cultivators, it is called killing for treasures, but at the Dongxu realm, it is called fighting for opportunities.
There were also two people in the Cave Void Realm present.
The battle for opportunity is about to begin.
It was hard to imagine what the scene would be like if three Void Realm cultivators fought each other, but it was definitely not something that little cultivators like them could endure. What was the difference between not running away now and seeking death?
The water surface of Qingshuitan is rippling.
Chen Huaian stepped out of the water.
Feeling the Yin-Yang sword intent on Chen Huaian, Li Ziping's eyes turned red - how could he, the sword intent of the real person of the Zhenwu Holy Land, be passed on to an outsider?
So what if he is the ancestor of Jian Ge?
That person is not from his Zhenwu Holy Land!
Even if Zhang Mengchu wants to cooperate with Jiange, hasn't Zhang Mengchu come back yet? It is not clear what the outcome will be.
Li Ziping didn't think too much at this moment.
I just felt humiliated and angry.
Monk Fenkong thought even more simply.
The ancestor of Jiange is in the eighth realm of Dongxu, and he is in the eighth realm of Dongxu.
Then this Yin-Yang sword intent might have something to do with him, Fenkong.
Therefore, the moment Chen Huaian appeared on the water, he was locked by two auras of the Void Realm at the same time.
In fact, Li Ziping had no intention of killing, but Monk Fenkong's intention was obvious.
"Sir, this Yin-Yang Sword Intent is related to the real person of my Zhenwu Holy Land. I hope you will hand over what you have obtained from Tan 꿣 to my Zhenwu Holy Land. Please feel free to ask for any resources you need. My Zhenwu Holy Land is willing to exchange everything for you!" Li Ziping stood in front of Chen Huaian, bowed deeply with his hands clasped, and his attitude was sincere.
In terms of cultivation, Chen Huaian is better than his predecessors.
So even if you are not convinced by Chen Huaian, you have to do the necessary etiquette.
"Old Zhang, you are a junior from the Zhenwu Holy Land, but you are quite stubborn. You can't accept it."
Chen Huaian had a conversation with Zhang Yibai in his heart.
The Black Scale Sword was shaken: "Why do you say that? Brother can't sense the situation outside."
Chen Huaian relayed Li Ziping's seemingly polite but actually aggressive words to Zhang Yibai.
Zhang Yibai was amused: "He doesn't learn the good things, but learns the bad ones. This stubborn temper is inherited from me. He is worthy of being the elder of my holy land."
"Why don't you come out and talk to him in person?"
Just as Zhang Yibai was about to agree, a sinister laugh suddenly rang out.
"What a Zhenwu Holy Land! It looks so glamorous on the surface, but it's doing some shameful things behind the scenes."
Monk Fenkong sneered, took two steps forward, and stared at Chen Huaian with narrowed eyes:
"But I am different. I speak my mind directly when I ask for something... Mr. Donor, I calculated with my fingers and found that I have a great affinity with the sword soul you just obtained! Why don't you give the sword soul to me? I promise you will have infinite merits in the future! Amitabha~"
This time Chen Huaian was happy.
"Lao Zhang, the old monk from the Burning Holy Land wants to take you back as a guard dog. What do you think?"
"How?" The old swordsman's voice was murderous: "Brother, help me peel off his dog skin! I will teach you a ruthless move!"
"OK, no problem!" Chen Huaian held the hilt of the Chenjiang sword with his right hand.
Now he is out with two swords. Although Chen Jiang does not have his own flying sword, it is not a big problem. It is enough to kill the old monk in front of him.
"Master Fenkong, are you? What a coincidence. I feel that I have a deep connection with you!"
"Oh?" Monk Fenkong opened his narrowed eyes a little: "I wonder what fate Shi is talking about?"
"You will know soon." Chen Huaian clenched the hilt of the sword tightly.
His palms did not have the calluses from years of sword practice, and they were not that broad and slender.
But the moment he grasped the sword, it seemed as if the sword was no longer a sword, but an extension of his body.
The Chenjiang Sword vibrated wildly in its scabbard, like a wild dog trying to break out of a cage, making bursts of sword sounds.
The sound of the sword spread to the surroundings, causing the sword hanging on the waist of the monk on the other side to vibrate.
The monks were shocked, and could not believe why the flying swords that usually had no spiritual energy seemed to have intelligence at this moment. They wanted to hold down the madly vibrating swords, but found that they could not do so at all. Some people's swords had already slipped out of their hands, and even came out of their sheaths automatically.
There was an invisible sword intent accumulating between heaven and earth. At first it was just a gentle drizzle that moistened everything silently, but in the blink of an eye it was like a torrent pouring down, pressing people so hard that they could not breathe.
Monk Fenkong's hand that was spinning the Buddhist beads suddenly stopped, his fingers bent, and a Buddhist bead popped out. The Buddhist bead grew in the wind and flew three feet away, turning into a golden fist shadow the size of a round table. The fist was covered with burning characters, and it was mighty and powerful, and it smashed towards Chen Huaian at an extremely fast speed.
The most taboo in fighting with a sword cultivator is getting close.
In addition, one must also observe the type of swordsmanship that the sword practitioner practices.
In his opinion, the Sword Pavilion ancestor practiced the sword of momentum, and the sword of momentum focused on accumulating momentum.
Although the sword of potential is extremely powerful, its power will be greatly reduced once its momentum is interrupted.
He was at the same level as the other party, so he only needed to attack continuously to make the other party lose his composure.
After one bead pops out, the second one immediately follows.
A golden Buddha kingdom gradually emerged behind Monk Fenkong. He had a compassionate expression, and his cassock fluttered without wind. He held one hand in front of him and stretched out the other hand to shoot out Buddhist beads. Every time his fingers bent, the light golden Buddha energy of the Buddha kingdom would infuse into his palm, and the flying Buddhist beads would transform into terrifying fist shadows.
This Buddhist rosary is one of his top-grade spiritual tools, on which Buddhist beads will be generated continuously.
In the blink of an eye, many Buddhist beads flew out, and Chen Huaian's head was almost completely covered by the golden fist shadow.
It was like a scorching sun rising out of nowhere.
…
"Oh no! That old monk has gone crazy. With so many punches, even we are within the attack range!"
The monks around were horrified when they saw the fist shadow falling at such a high speed.
In fact, they were right. Monk Fenkong had long been planning to kill people to silence them.
After all, only the dead have the cleanest mouths.
In front of the Qingshui Pond, there was a continuous roar of countless heavy objects falling from the sky, as dull as thunder. The further the fist shadow fell, the faster it went, even the air around it was distorted and wailing. When it got closer, the fist shadow was covered with Buddha's fire, and it really looked like the sun falling from the sky.
"As expected of the bald donkey who burns the holy land."
Looking at the mighty power all over the sky, Chen Huaian couldn't help but sigh.
After all, Yao Chi Holy Land was once a holy land that excelled in music and alchemy. Even after it transformed with the help of Yao Zhenren, it was still inferior to Fen Jing Holy Land in terms of combat methods.
The monk in front of him is the one who embodies the true top level of a cultivator in the eighth realm of Dongxu.
but……
Unfortunately, he is a sword cultivator.
"Brother, how are you going to deal with this attack?"
The voice of Zhang Yibai rang out from the Black Scale Sword.
Even though he couldn't see it, he could already feel the power of Monk Fenkong, and his tone was faintly worried.
He and Chen Huaian hit it off right away, and he didn't want to see Chen Huaian get hurt.
Chen Huaian smiled slightly and said calmly: "Turn from defense to offense!"
…
…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
