[[[cp|w:669|h:482|a:l|u:file2.qidian/chapters/20102/8/100990634012496233826709234163.jpg]]]] Lingbao saw the man fall to the ground, and said happily: "Brother Evil Dao is really good, his shot is like electricity, and he will nail it right at once, I don't know what treasure to use." The middle-aged Taoist smiled proudly and said: "Where is the treasure, but I went through a lot of hardships in the East China Sea, chased countless days and nights, and finally caught a flying fish essence, I wanted to refine a Neidan out, but I was careless, the essence of the water met the fire of the slurry, the Dan was not refined, only a pair of fish bones remained, it was this strange sword." "It turns out that this flying fish essence is a spirit in the water, and if you want to refine it, it must be a fire from the ground, but this person is greedy for convenience, and has been putting the furnace on the slurry under the cave to burn, although it is scorching, it is the gas of the leylines that is steaming, if the pill is usually tempered by the gas of the leylines, it can be done, but this time it is the opposite, refining a good thing to the point that only bones remain. In order not to make this trip in vain, I simply continued to temper it, and sprinkled some of the precious hardware things that I usually accumulated, and opened the furnace a few months later, but I didn't expect the white light to be dazzling, and the ghost made a god practice a fishbone sword, and suddenly fell in love like a treasure. This sword seems to be light, but it contains the essence of hardware, and it is very heavy if it is not used successfully. At the beginning, it was also very difficult for this person to move by himself, but after that, he kept cultivating and infused countless true qi before he felt that he was slowly lighter.

Lingbao nodded and said, "Fishbone Sword? No wonder there's something peculiar. Seeing that Yuyin was still drawing his sword on the ground, he hurriedly said: "Brother Evil Dao, come forward and kill this woman, don't pull out this sword for her!" The middle-aged Taoist sneered: "If she can pull it up, how can this sword bear the name of the divine sword, and how can it be worthy of my countless efforts, Master Lingbao is too worried." Lingbao shook his sword and said with a smile: "This is the best, I was about to kill that stinky boy to take revenge, so that no one would be disturbed by sabotage." He had already seen that Fang Zhong not only did not leave, but turned around to help Yu Yin, this was a godsend opportunity, how could he let it go.

Lingbao strode over, and Yuyin didn't want to implicate Fang Zhong's death, so he struggled and scolded: "Dead monk, if you have the ability, you will lose the knife and compete with others, at your age, you still use a knife to bully an empty-handed doll, is it nice to say?" Lingbao's face turned red, and he retorted: "This kid is still a doll, that mother can raise such a big child, is it in your belly?" Besides, he has an empty hand, and he has a ready-made sword stuck there for you to use, but you don't use it, who is to blame. If the skill is not as good as the person, he deliberately abandons the weapon, and if the people of Xitu do not kill, there is no such good thing. Fang Zhong didn't care about arguing with Lingbao, seeing that this fishbone sword was more than halfway into the ground, he hurriedly held the hilt of the sword and pulled it up. His strength was naturally much greater than that of Yu Yin, and when he pulled it out, the sword loosened slightly, and he lifted it up by half an inch. Lingbao said happily when he saw it: "This time, who else said that my Lingbao killed an unarmed person, you pull it out, you pull it out, and it's not too late to fight again." Seeing Fang Zhong's struggling appearance, even if he pulled it out, he couldn't swing it. Lingbao was not surprised, but the middle-aged Taoist was startled, this sword was his favorite thing, and if it was really taken away, it would not be broken, and he hurriedly shouted: "Master Lingbao, watch this Taoist play a trick!" He pinched the sword trick, pointed down, and spit out: "Fall!" The sword in Fang Zhong's hand sank suddenly, and the half inch he had just pulled out was inserted again. Yuyin groaned, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Siyin crossed the stone pond first, and when he found that Yuyin was nailed to the ground, he hurriedly rushed back to rescue, this time, the spirit treasure had already reached the side, if it weren't for the middle-aged Taoist who played the sword technique, he would have swung it over. Seeing the other four tones rushing back to the rescue, Lingbao scolded: "Do you want to bully the widow with the crowd again, this master and the evil brother are enough to deal with the five of you, just come over." "Heart Dao, these five people are only proficient in joining forces, now that one person is injured, how powerful can the other four be, even if they can't win, as long as they fight to a draw, the evil Dao brother kills the woman and Fang Zhong and then comes to help, this fight will be won! Figure out this verse, and lift your spirits to intercept the four tones of Gong Shangjiao. Siyin just wanted to save people, but he was blocked by his sword light and couldn't move forward.

The middle-aged Daoist watched Fang Zhong draw his sword and fall in vain, and sneered: "Poor Dao, this sword has been cultivated to the divine power, if you want to take it by force, unless this sword changes hands and recognizes you as a sect, otherwise you kid will not waste your efforts." "Seeing that Fang Zhong is just a teenager, how much cultivation he can have, it is really difficult to forcibly seize this sword. The sword has spirituality, it is not a person and the way is very different, it is not effective at all, just like the ground cracking sword in Huayang Gate, the people in other doors make it, even if others use this sword and do not know it, it is just an ordinary blade. There are many people in the Kunlun sect, and the Dao is in the same vein, and the swords of the disciples in the door can be communicated, but after all, they are owned by others, and the spirit of the sword is unknown, and it is still not as good as the sword that they have cultivated. This fishbone sword has been cultivated for a middle-aged Taoist for a long time, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about obeying the orders of a person who has nothing to do with it, even if this sword is pulled up by Fang Zhong, as long as the sword trick is matched, it can still come back.

Fang Zhong wanted to draw the sword again, but the Dao man held on to the sword trick, and the sword couldn't be pulled out at all. Here is constantly urging the true qi, there is constantly stopping the movement of thoughts, and the two sides are unable to hold each other. The Taoist waited, Fang Zhong couldn't wait, he was forced to be anxious, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he heard the Taoist say that if he wanted to forcibly seize this sword, he had to change this fishbone sword, how could it change hands? That method of opening the sword will not work! At the beginning, Lai Pizhang said that the sword without an owner can work, and this sword naturally has an owner, but he doesn't know whether it is useful or useless. Now that there is a stalemate, it is better to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and give it a try! Fang Zhong let go of his hand and said to Yu Yin, who was in pain: "You bear with it a little longer, I have a way to draw my sword, although it may not be spiritual, but I can give it a try." Yuyin nodded and said, "Then there is little brother Lao to hurry up, if it doesn't work, you can go by yourself." "Heart Dao Fang Zhong can be regarded as benevolent and righteous to be able to do this.

Fang Zhong stopped talking, condensed a thunder spell with one palm and slowly approached the sword body, and with the other hand urged the true yuan to pour true qi into the hilt of the sword, as long as the breath could pass through a wisp and a half, it would be a great success to introduce this thunder spell into the sword body! At the beginning, the true qi was blocked, and it couldn't go through at all, but after some soft grinding and hard bubbles, the hilt of the sword suddenly opened the door, and the true qi rushed down, which was simply a thousand miles away!

This sword was tempered by the qi of the leyline, Fang Zhong's own cultivation may not be comparable to the Taoism of this middle-aged Daoist, but if it is said that the true qi of the family is pure, that Daoist person is not as good as Fang Zhong, and in an instant, the aura and divine thoughts left by that Daoist in this sword disintegrated and disappeared, and no longer existed!

Seeing that the thunder spell in his palm had disappeared, Fang Zhong suddenly pulled out his sword with a thud.

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