Silent.

Originally, those inner disciples who were watching coldly, looking at Fang Mu's gaze, as if they were looking at a dead person, were all dumbfounded at this moment.

Some of them even rubbed their eyes, which was incredible.

What happened?

They didn't see Fang Cai's situation clearly, but the result was obvious-

As strong as Elder Xue, he was forced to retreat!

Moreover, the right hand, which kept dripping blood, hit their hearts even harder.

The Iron Fist is blocked!

No......

Not only was it as simple as being blocked, but Elder Xue was also injured because of it!

Other words

In the head-to-head duel of this blow, Xue Liangchou, who was a powerful person in the foundation building period, was actually given the upper hand by a guy who was in the middle stage of qi refining and cultivated in the same realm as them!

What is this concept?

Everyone looked at each other, so shocked that their jaws almost fell to the ground.

No matter who one of them is, ask yourself, if you are yourself, let alone face Elder Xue head-on, on weekdays, when the other party comes over with a dissatisfied look, you have to be scared half to death!

The guy ......

It's too weird, isn't it!?

Fang Mu didn't know what they were thinking, right now, he was checking the remaining true qi in the dantian in his body.

Less than 50 percent!

Previously, when he killed those outer disciples, he had already tried his best to save the consumption of true qi.

Even so, the true qi in his body is now half empty.

"What kind of magic did you perform?!"

Xue Liangchou's face was very ugly, and he said: "This technique is completely unreasonable, how can there be a saying in the world that you slap your fist with a light sword, could it be that you can't cultivate demons?!" ”

As soon as the word demon cultivation came out, the audience suddenly exploded.

"What? Demon Repair!? ”

"How is it possible, wasn't the Demon Cultivator already surrounded and suppressed by the various sects at that time hundreds of years ago?!"

"Demon cultivators should be punished!"

The inner disciples were all staring at Fang Mu, trying to see him through.

"Demon cultivator?"

Fang Mu smiled and said, "Do you know what an evil demon is? What is a righteous monk? ”

In that world of cultivating immortals, it was right that he was called the Great Devil.

Can......

He's not a demon cultivator.

The so-called demon cultivation is to act without a bottom line, for the sake of power, in order to become stronger, at all costs, even kill his own family with his own hands, use evil exercises to refine his blood, devour it, and say that it is a great supplement.

This is just a little demon cultivator.

What's more, the slightest dissatisfaction will slaughter the entire city of ordinary people.

This is Demon Cultivation!

And Fang Mu, he has his bottom line, not to mention anything else, at least he won't kill indiscriminately to the point that even ordinary people will be killed.

It's not that cultivating a few weird exercises can be called demonic cultivation.

Besides, what Fang Mu had just performed was not a practice at all.

It's nothing more than swordsmanship.

For countless days and nights, wandering from the edge of life and death, the ordinary swordsmanship that has been tempered thousands of times is simple and unpretentious.

"Blocking fists or something, there are too many ways."

Fang Mu shook his head, as if he was talking to himself: "You only need to use the sword body as a skill, accurate to one of the finger bones, and you can break it!" ”

The reason why the blade is not used is because the blade does not have the ability to shatter bones, nor does it have the ability to cushion punches.

There are thousands of kinds of swords.

But no matter what kind of sword it is, it will always be made up of those parts.

In those three hundred years, Fang Mu relied on one person and one sword, constantly stealing his life, crawling out of the pile of corpses countless times, and finally became a sword cultivator who was famous on the one side.

"Dare to quibble, the devil is outside, everyone deserves to be punished!"

Xue Liangchou didn't listen to him at all.

He who has suffered losses, no longer fights in close quarters, but stands in the distance to show his fist!

Bang bang......

Countless fist winds swept away overwhelmingly!

"Since you want to attack from afar, then what if I take it!"

Fang Mu was not afraid.

As his words fell, the swords that were all over the ground in the pile of corpses flew out of thin air, as fast as a comet, and extremely fast!

Nineteen swords!

These nineteen swords are of different types, some are light and some are heavy, some are long and some are short.

The swords floated in mid-air, rising and falling as if each sword could breathe.

"Edgeworthiness!?"

Xue Liangchou's eyes were red for a while, and he said incredulously: "Impossible!" ”

"What?!"

Dozens of inner disciples were also stunned.

They almost went crazy for a while!

That's Swordsmanship!!

Ancient exercises that only exist in ancient books and have long since disappeared in the long river of history!

Edgeworth, Edgeworth, as the name suggests, is to control flying swords to kill people.

In ancient times, there was no shortage of powerful people who were proficient in swordsmanship to the point of reaching the pinnacle, and the sentence of taking the head of a person thousands of miles away is certainly exaggerated, but it also one-sidedly illustrates the terrible degree of swordsmanship!

But......

A long-lost exercise, where did that guy come from?!

"Hahahahaha, good!"

Xue Liangchou couldn't help laughing, and said excitedly: "I don't care how you got the lost sword technique, but this technique is undoubtedly a waste in your hands, so it's better to ...... Let the old man carry forward this technique. ”

How could he not be excited!

Don't look at him at fifty or sixty years old, but in fact, he is over a hundred years old.

The life expectancy of a monk is certainly higher than that of ordinary people, but it is only a little higher.

It is not a problem for a Qi refining period monk to live to be a hundred years old,

Foundation monks can even live to be 200 years old!

But he Xue Liangchou is more than 150 years old, and his lifespan is only a few decades, and after half a year, he will be reduced to a mound of loess, and no one cares about him from now on.

How many people can really not be afraid of death!?

What's more, he is a big man like him who calls for wind and rain and is famous in the Changhe area.

"At the age of 70, I broke through to the foundation building period, and I have never taken a step higher until today!"

"With the remaining decades of life, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to break through."

"Damn the early days of foundation building, the bottleneck stuck most of my life!"

"Now that the sword art is close at hand, I can get it, if I get him...... This Elder of the Fengshan Sect, what if you don't sit down! ”

"As long as you get the sword mastery, the world is so big, you can go anywhere, and when the time comes, you will definitely be able to find an opportunity to break through to a higher realm, and your lifespan will also increase!"

The more Xue Liangchou thought about it, the more excited he became, and he even thought about the way back.

Once you get the Edgeworthiness ......

None of these inner disciples present want to live!

Wipe them all out!

"God does not live up to me, God does not live up to me!!"

Xue Liangchou's eyes continued to be crazy, staring at Fang Mu.

correct

Fang Mu was still calm, but his right hand controlled the nineteen swords in mid-air, constantly trembling, and the sound of sword roars erupted!

"You don't know anything about swordsmanship."

He smiled slightly and said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, the sword in the sky suddenly fell, like spring rain, unstoppable!