The alien genius Junjie came to challenge, but Fang Lang really didn't know.

The meditation array was opened in the small courtyard, isolating all sounds, unless Fang Lang automatically ended his cultivation, otherwise, even if there was a disturbance outside, he would not know.

And the Sword Shu Sect has a rule that in the process of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion opening the meditation array cultivation, they must not interrupt, otherwise they will break the rules.

After all, for the disciples of the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion, the opening of the Meditation Array was equivalent to a retreat and penance.

Wouldn't it be very bad if you were interrupted at a critical time in your cultivation and the opportunity was ruined, so there was this rule.

Therefore, Fang Lang in the small courtyard of the 799th seat did not have any response to the roaring and loud alien genius Junjie on the Pre-Sword Peak.

At this moment, Fang Lang practiced for eleven days in a row.

Martial cultivation, martial cultivation, sword cultivation, and the three cultivations all have specific exercises, which actually make Fang Lang energetic, and when he cultivates, he is like a perpetual motion machine, and he doesn't know that he is tired at all.

It's an amazing feeling.

The spiritual mind is tired, and it recovers through meditation, and the physical body is tired, and through the transportation of qi and blood, it is reborn.

On the eleventh day, Fang Lang was surrounded by a pile of spirit crystal remains, which were all spirit crystals that had been sucked dry by him.

Even, the system also defined that the spirit crystals consumed by using the Meditation Array were all included in the system's experience points, which was good news for Fang Lang.

Although the speed at which the Meditation Array absorbed spirit crystals was too slow, only three in one night, it was better than nothing.

Fang Lang opened the state of the four bonds, and the spiritual load was extremely heavy, but with the help of the newly obtained exercises, Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts endurance was much stronger, and he was also unscrupulous and tirelessly began to condense the sword qi.

Finally, in the early morning of the eleventh day, it was snowing outside.

Fang Lang's dantian cyclone shook violently, and then the sword qi in Fang Lang's body seemed to be fused through, constantly flowing in the meridians of his body, converging into one, and gradually turning into a substantial light in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone.

In the small courtyard, centered on Fang Lang's dantian, there seems to be a bright and dazzling light!

Sword Vaporization!

Fang Lang, who closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened his eyes!

It seemed to be a meteor that pierced the night, and it flashed brightly, and a mouthful of turbid air spit out from Fang Lang's mouth.

Sanpin Jiangang, Cheng!

The first-grade swordsman cultivates aura, the second-grade swordsman cultivates swordsmanship, and the third-grade sword gang is the sword qi that turns into a sword, and hides the sword gang in the flesh.

This is the general outline of the first three grades of the sword cultivation profession.

Among them, the three sections of Jian Gang are veritable foundation laying processes, because the foundation of the sword gang realm is very different, and this difference is mainly reflected in the exercises.

The Yellow Rank Exercises can only hide seventy-two tricks at the limit, the Xuan Rank Exercises can only hide one hundred and eighty tricks at the limit, but the Ground Rank Exercises can reach two hundred and seventy tricks!

And the higher heavenly level, the heavenly level exercises that rarely appear in the Tang Dynasty, it is said that the Sword Gang Realm can hide three hundred and sixty tricks!

You must know that the more Gang Qi is stored, the more persistent the outbreak of sword cultivation will be, and that is a qualitative change!

之前方浪和赵宇战斗，赵宇藏罡三十六窍，剑气剑罡绵绵不绝，方浪若是继续消耗下去，他绝对是剑气最先枯竭。

Therefore, Fang Lang threw out a small forbidden spell, and then said after the wave ended.

Compared with longevity, Fang Lang is just a swordsman, and he really can't compare to Zhao Yu.

Rumble!

In Fang Lang's dantian, Jiangang was formed.

With a hum, the three swords hidden in the sword box on his side roared as if they were being pulled.

Levitating beside Fang Lang, swallowing the sword gang that escaped from Fang Lang's body!

Fang Lang ran the "Ten Thousand Swords Sutra", and the four fetters were all serving the practice of kendo at this moment.

The four figures sat cross-legged on Fang Lang's side, faintly with invisible qi traction and stimulation, making Fang Lang's consciousness extremely clear.

As the exercises were running to the extreme, on Fang Lang's body, there was actually a point of light that began to become bright!

Densely distributed up and down the body of Fang Lang.

If you count them, there are three hundred and sixty!

Jian Gang opened three hundred and six!

Soon, the point of light returned to calm, and a wisp of Jian Gang in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone quickly poured into a hole in his arm, gradually filling it up, and the sword gang was hidden in the hole, making Fang Lang's breath more and more profound!

And the sword intent seed in Fang Lang's dantian trembled, and a strange meaning spread out in the dark.

It was as if the sword intent seed was about to bloom, but after all, it was still a little worse, so it stopped.

However, Fang Lang felt that his sword qi and sword gang seemed to contain a vague "meaning".

Fang Lang's perception of the sword became more and more profound, as if every part of his body could be turned into an incomparably sharp sword.

This fleeting feeling made Fang Lang feel extremely far away and as if it was extremely close.

Fang Lang only knew that grasping this feeling would definitely be good for him!

He has to work hard, and he has to work hard to catch it!

"System! Use Epiphany Cards! ”

Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

"Ding, the epiphany card has been used, and it lasts for an hour."

"Have a great epiphany."

A system prompt pops up.

Suddenly, Fang Lang felt as if he had fallen into a sea of stars, and the vague wisp of "meaning" suddenly became clear, as if he had ripped off the veil of mystery in a brutal way.

With the help of the Epiphany Card's efforts, Fang Lang suddenly realized that this was the first stage of the Ten Thousand Swords Sword Intent, the introduction of the body sword!

Now he has only touched the threshold of the "Body Sword", and there is still a distance from the sword intent that truly condenses the level of the Body Sword!

Slowly opening his eyes, the aura around Fang Lang began to gradually converge and subside.

After 11 days of hard work, I finally paid off!

……

……

On the pre-sword peak, heavy snow is falling.

The entire flat was covered with a thick layer of snow, and with a roar, a few snowflakes fell that covered the trees at the summit.

On the Pre-Sword Peak, the white-robed disciples of the Inner Sect were lined up, their brows furrowed, staring at those extraterrestrial geniuses who were arrogant and domineering, with a powerful aura, but full of blood.

"Huh? How...... No response? Is this current champion afraid? Is it a coward? ”

The alien genius in the cloak, in the mink hat, grinned.

Around, the geniuses of different races, male or female, also showed laughter, and the laughter was full of a lot of scorn and ridicule.

For Fang Lang, how could these geniuses of different races be unfamiliar?

That policy led to the Tang Dynasty, and there was a shock inside and outside the court, and it even spread to the side of the country, causing countless foreign generals to be extremely angry.

The fathers of these alien geniuses are all scolding for this, and even some strong people directly draw their knives and want to fly thousands of miles and cut this bullshit new champion!

The conflict between the pure-blood aliens and the Tang people has a long history.

However, the pure-blooded alien is the unfathomable Tang Emperor who sits high in the temple in the Tang Dynasty.

It's not just a new science champion who can only show off articles on paper!

Therefore, the Sword Shu Sect has become the first choice of geniuses of all races, not for anything else, in order to engage in that new champion!

At the very least, let his cultivation in the Sword Shu Sect not be able to live in peace!

A Si Falcon, Song Zhongcheng, Ge Shu Yuehua......

The heirs of the famous generals of different races in the Tang Dynasty have all chosen the Sword Shu Sect!

Of course, the heirs of these famous generals did not make a move, but just sent someone to shout first to test Fang Lang's depth.

On the pre-sword peak, there was a sound of laughter.

Zhao Dagang, Xue Ying and Liu Longlong walked out.

"As soon as you come, you plan to challenge Senior Brother Fang?"

"Let's not mention that Senior Brother Fang opened the meditation array in the courtyard, I can't hear your shouting at the moment, even if I can hear it, you just want to challenge, are you worthy?"

Zhao Dagang was subdued by Fang Lang, and at this moment, he took a heavy sword and spoke coldly.

Xue Ying was holding the sword box, and Liu Taki, who was tall and tall, was also a cold bystander.

"Let's talk about winning first, otherwise, don't be embarrassed."

Liu Taki said.

They stood up, although they were defeated by Fang Lang and them, but as disciples of the Sword Shu Sect, they couldn't see the rampant of the foreign heroes.

Although they weren't even Sword Pavilion disciples, they weren't cowardly, and their blood was still cold!

……

……

The sky above the Sword Shu Sect.

Chao Xiaojian and many sect elders were hovering, their brows furrowed, staring at the battle that was about to break out on the Pre-Sword Peak.

When the elites of the alien race enter the sect, a conflict will break out between them and the disciples of the sect sooner or later, they had expected it, but they never thought that this outbreak would come so quickly.

"The son of Asijushan, the son of Song Xianzhi, and the daughter of Geshu Taixing......"

"It's all ruthless characters who fought on the battlefield of the border fortress."

"When they were in the second grade realm, they were each thrown into the demon que to survive under pressure, if the disciples above the Xuanji level faced them, it should be no problem, but most of the disciples of the Huangji Sword Pavilion have never entered the demon que to kill the enemy, so I am afraid that they will suffer a big loss."

Elder after elder was dignified.

Chao Xiaojian clasped his hands on his chest, stepped on a grain of ice and snow on his toes, and looked quietly.

Most of the targets of these alien geniuses are coming at Fang Lang.

"It's pressure, it's also motivation......"

Towards Xiaojian, Fang Lang was able to pull out the sword of the senior sister of the head of the family, it was absolutely extraordinary, maybe he inherited the will of the senior sister of the head of the family, and the future Sword Shu Sect might have to rely on Fang Lang.

……

……

The sky above the courtyard where the alien powerhouse was.

Ah Siyuan and other powerhouses of the alien race all stood in the air with their eyebrows crossed, looking at the battle on the Pre-Sword Peak.

One by one, the expressions of the powerful men of the alien race were heavy and heavy, and the snow around them was shattered.

"Hit! Hit hard! Fight with the momentum we are waiting for! ”

"Even if you enter the sect, the disciples of our clan are still the strongest!"

"Our disciples of all ethnic groups went on horses at the age of five to learn arrows, at the age of seven they dared to fight and kill wild beasts, and at the age of ten they joined the army to kill the enemy...... Compared to these sect disciples who live in the wind and snow, they are much stronger! ”

"Let these soft sect disciples feel the nightmare!"

The powerhouses of the alien race were excited.

If you can see your own handsome and bloody geniuses of the Tang Sect, it will be even more comfortable and exciting!

Even Ah Siyuan, who has been leading the team calmly, is a little excited.

Let's fight!

Our lion cubs!

……

……

The meditation array in the courtyard finally stopped.

Fang Lang walked out of the courtyard and stretched.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Fang Lang was stunned and opened the door, but found that outside the door, Lao Jiang was wearing a veil and his temperament was like an iceberg.

"You're finally done with your practice."

Jiang Linglong said.

She stretched out her finger and pointed outside: "The geniuses of the alien race have entered the sect and challenged you by name." ”

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Linglong said.

When Fang Lang heard this, his brows couldn't help but tuft, and he turned his head to look at the Pre-Sword Peak across the vast sea of clouds.

Fang Lang didn't say anything, closed the door, and glanced at Lao Jiang.

"Sure?"

Then, the obsidian sword in Fang Lang's box came out of the sheath, and a sword in his heart sprayed thin, and the obsidian sword galloped out, and Fang Lang also attached the speeding obsidian sword, and the sword rose, tearing the sky and flying snow, and rose to the sky.

That's grasping.

Jiang Linglong's veil was fluttering in the strong wind, and her eyes were bright and picturesque.

Looking at Fang Lang, who was breathing a breath, his eyes gradually bent into crescent moons.

Sword Cultivation ...... It's three products.

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Pre-sword Peak!

The snow was falling and whimpering.

The red blood stained the white snow that spread on the ground, and melted a lot of snow.

Zhao Dagang fell to the ground covered in blood, and a spear pierced his shoulder, pinning him into the snow.

Liu Taki's sword pierced the snow, and the whole person was smashed to the spot, struggling to get up.

Xue Ying's face was pale, and her mouth and nose were bleeding uncontrollably.

The alien boy in the cloak was holding her neck, and the small sword in the box was scattered all over the ground.

"It's too weak."

"If you were in the army, you would have died seven or eight times."

"Waste."

The man in the coat threw Xue Ying and threw his arms out, Xue Ying was directly thrown into the snow, pulling far away in the snow, and the sound of laughter echoed on the peak, as if it had smashed a few falling snowflakes.

Many of the surrounding disciples had ugly faces, gritted their teeth, and wanted to draw their swords and rush forward, even if they knew that their strength was not good, they were not afraid.

The interracial heroes are too cooperative with each other!

Orderly, strict military discipline, Zhao Dagang and Xue Ying's team are not opponents at all, they are purely played and abused!

Zhao Yu floated from a distance, holding his sword, and his handsome face was as cold as ice.

Although he was beaten by Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong one after another, he was still chic, and even he was a little lucky.

Fortunately, in the current Pre-Sword Peak, there is also a disciple of the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion who he used to be.

Although Zhao Yu knew that he might have to be beaten again when he came out.

However, he is not afraid!

At this time, only he can stand up!

These alien heroes are menacing, Zhao Dagang and they all dare to stand up, why doesn't he dare?

"Guys, it's too much."

Zhao Yu Jianfeng pointed obliquely at the snow, and the sword in the hole was sprayed thin, raising his chin in the snow, and said lightly.

The interracial boy in a fur coat and a mink hat grinned: "Finally a decent one came out." ”

The two sides were at loggerheads, but the battle had not yet broken out.

The wind and snow shook suddenly.

In the distance, the sea of clouds shrouded in the vast flying snow in the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion.

There was a stirring voice.

"Senior Brother Zhao, this is my grudge."

In the sea of clouds, Fang Lang roared with obsidian swords around him, and his green clothes were flying, and he actually came out with a sword and a sword, standing on the sea of clouds, like a fairy in the dust.

"I'm what they're looking for."

"Eight hundred seats in the Huangji Sword Pavilion, Fang Lang."

"Wait, let's fight."

Fang Lang's voice stirred, shattering countless snowflakes.

His eyes saw Zhao Dagang, who was nailed in the snow, as well as Liu Takilong and Xue Ying, who were seriously injured, and his face became more and more cold.

On the Pre-Sword Peak, Zhao Yu turned his head, and many disciples of the Inner Sect also looked over with joy and worry.

In the crowd of interracial geniuses, an extremely handsome man raised his eyebrows, he was the son of Song Xianzhi, Song Zhongcheng.

"When I first entered the third-grade sword gang, my anger was undecided."

"The new champion, but that's it."

"Qu He, go."

The young man in his coat and ermine hat immediately grinned, instantly abandoned Zhao Yu, and began to run wildly in the Pre-Sword Peak, and the ground was covered with snow.

Boom!

The fierce qi and blood gushed out, causing the flying snow to melt, and a curved sword hidden in the leather sheath on the young man's waist was drawn, and it turned into a blood-colored dragon in the white snowy sky!

He jumped up, his sword was spurting thin, and he was even more enveloped in an incomparably strong and murderous aura!

"New Champion?!"

"I'm the new champion!"

This momentum, this murderous aura, this brazenness!

The faces of many inner sect disciples on the Pre-Sword Peak changed!

On the Huangji Sword Pavilion, one by one the sword masters rose up, and the many Sword Pavilion brothers and sisters who watched this battle were also dignified.

This is a ruthless character!

Jiang Linglong held Ji Xue, his veil was flying, and he looked at it lightly.

The sea of clouds seemed to be torn apart, and the alien boy Qu He fell on the floating island, and countless snowflakes were trampled on!

The curved sword in his hand was raised, and he stepped on the snow, causing countless slush to roll up.

He leaned forward and swooped forward, his sword spurting thin, his sword ...... It's bloody!

Fang Lang came from the sea of clouds and landed on the floating island.

Facing the fierce Qu River, who is like fighting desperately.

Raised his hand.

A gust of wind blew, blowing up the green clothes and black hair of Fang Lang.

In the next moment, the sword on Fang Lang's body surged, and his momentum skyrocketed!

The palm of the hand slammed down!

Without reservation, as soon as you make a move, it is a killer move!

Toggle the state of the four bonds!

Spiritual fluctuations!

Countless falling snow was blown to pieces, and the Guiyuan Sword in the Fang Lang box trembled, and the next moment, with a "boom", it shot out of the sheath!

Instantly rushed into the cloudy sky and spread into the vast snow!

Qu He kept diving, diving, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, he was finally going to be the first child of the clan to tear up the stinky mouth of this damn new champion!

Shout!

Slush, blood, killing!

Continuous line.

The Qu River is approaching Fang Lang seven zhang, five zhang, three zhang!

Jump up and kick up a thousand piles of snow on the soles of your feet!

Turning into a blood dragon holding a curved sword, it approached Fang Lang.

However.

Fang Lang stared faintly.

Combine two fingers into a sword finger and gently swipe down.

To put it mildly, such as splashing ink with a stroke of danqing.

The next moment!

On the Pre-Sword Peak, the heroes of the alien race have changed color!

But see!

Above the snow-obscured sky, a thunderbolt seemed to pour down from the nine heavens!

Fast! Extremely fast!

Four fetters state!

Little forbidden spells!

Everything is fast and unbeatable!

It was so fast that the Qu River consciousness reacted, but the body couldn't do anything to respond!

Poof!

That alien boy Qu He was still two inches away from Fang Lang, and he was suddenly pierced by the sword thunder, and was directly nailed to the ground by the Guiyuan Sword that flashed with endless thunder arcs, and spilled into the snow all over the ground.

The ground trembled, and in an instant, the depression exploded into a deep crater.

Countless arcs of thunder swayed, shattering particles of snow and dust.

This moment.

Both the Yellow Pole Sword Pavilion and the Pre-Sword Peak fell silent.

All that remained was the sound of a sea of clouds churning and heavy snowfall.

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