The torrential rain poured down like a pillar, constantly washing every corner of the dense forest.

Those trees and vines that had been infected by demonic qi and could squirm slightly, at this moment, seemed to have suffered some great terror, and they shrank tightly, not daring to hang down a bit.

In the dense forest, three large tree trunks and three figures stand.

Huang Ying held the sword, her whole body was soaked in the torrential rain, but she was murderous, she deserved to be the chief of the Xuanji Sword Pavilion, Lin Musha didn't want to kill Huang Ying from the beginning, just dragged her, planning to let the beast tide kill Fang Lang and the others, so that her goal was achieved.

But Lin Musha frowned at the moment, looking at Fang Lang in a bloody shirt in the distance.

The beast tide receded, and Fang Lang did not die.

Not only did he not die, but he also appeared in front of her eyes, so that she should not be in a hurry to leave?

It's ridiculous...... Although the beast tide failed to kill Fang Lang this time, why did a little guy who had just entered the realm of the third-grade sword gang say so much!

Huang Ying also saw Fang Lang, her eyes first showed a touch of joy, and then her face tightened.

The forest curtain is the artistic conception of the nine-stage sword.

It is only a thin line away from the realm of the upper four grades, and it is impossible for Fang Lang to stop this kind of strength.

Moreover, Huang Ying has always known that Lin Musha still has hole cards that have not been used.

It is rumored that Lin Musha has received the inheritance of a deceased sword immortal from the Donglu Sword Sect, so her sword is by no means ordinary.

Huang Ying may have the confidence to block it, but Fang Lang will definitely not be able to stop it, and will even be killed with one blow!

Lin Musha smiled.

The stunning face under the hat has a smile with a little seriden.

However, there was still a little vigilance in her heart, and Fang Lang dared to stop her, for fear that she would have some confidence.

Boom!

The forest curtain bent its body like a shrimp, then bounced away and jumped high.

In an instant, the aura on her body began to rise, and countless rains seemed to swirl along with her body.

The tide of the beasts had receded, and she couldn't waste any more time here, she had to leave.

Now it seems that the task ordered by that noble man has failed, and Lin Musha feels a little pity in his heart.

"The sect master let me enter the Youzhou Demon Que, I must kill you Fang Lang with my own hands, and now it is just right, you will send it to the door yourself."

Lin Musha said indifferently.

Within the cyclone dantian, the sword intent was vigorous, and in an instant, countless rains seemed to have been cut in half by a sword intent!

"It's just three products, the mantis arm is a car, and I don't know whether I live or die."

Lin Musha looked at Fang Lang condescendingly.

In the next moment, the sword qi in her heart erupted, and she seemed to turn into a sword flower, rolling up countless rain swords, like a colorful python, rolling towards Fang Lang.

In the dense forest, waves were set off in an instant, and the trunk of the tree was covered with fragments of sword marks cut by the sword qi, and it was full of devastation.

Huang Ying's color changed.

However, before she could make a move, she saw Fang Lang in a bloody coat, smiling brightly.

He raised the sword in his hand.

That handle, Lotus Sheng.

But seeing Fang Lang handing out a sword in an unremarkable manner, in an instant, countless rains exploded, colorful pythons collided, and Fang Lang was surrounded by a rain lotus flower.

The giant python collided with the sword lotus, and countless sword qi scattered, stirring all over the dense forest.

Huang Ying casually threw out the sword qi and smashed several surging sword waves.

Her eyes were shining, and she even stared at the Lotus Sword in Fang Lang's hand with some fanaticism.

"That's the Lotus Life Sword of the Taihua Sect Master...... The little junior brother should rely on the power of the Liansheng Sword to fight his way out of the beast tide! ”

Huang Ying made up everything in an instant.

Xuanyuan Taihua, in the hearts of every disciple of the Sword Shu Sect, is like a god-like existence, and it is the goal and pursuit of every disciple's diligent and diligent practice.

The giant python shattered, and the forest curtain stepped on a few broken raindrops, falling back on the trunk, staring at Fang Lang with vigilant eyes.

"Taihua Sword Immortal's Lotus Sword!"

Lin Musha's words were full of solemnity.

"Yes, I'm not afraid."

Fang Lang held the Liansheng Sword and smiled kindly, but with that bloody clothes, it looked ...... It's inexplicably creepy.

"It is rumored that the Taihua Sect Master has four swords, Lotus Sheng, Lotus Death, Lotus Wheel, and Lotus Hui...... Each handle contains great power. ”

"The Lotus Sword fell in the Sword Shu, the town of Sword Shu has not declined for thousands of years, the Lotus Death Sword is located in the Pulse Sect, the Pulse Sect has been studied for ten years, I don't know if there is any gain, the Lotus Wheel Sword, a sword town Buddha Sea, showing the domineering of the Sword Immortal, the Lotus Hui Sword is inserted in the Great Dao Tomb of the Great Dao Sect, which is unreasonable."

Lin Musha stared at the Lotus Sword in Fang Lang's hand, extremely jealous.

"However, you pulled out the Liansheng Sword, this is a signal, Xuanyuan Taihua is missing, Yu Wei has been shocked for more than ten years, and now, some nobles can't sit still."

Lin Musha let out a breath of turbid air and held the sword in his hand again.

"It's also an honor to be able to fight with the Lotus Sword."

Lin Musha's words made Fang Lang slightly stunned, it turned out that the Liansheng Sword still had three companions?

Lotus birth, lotus death, lotus wheel, lotus return...... Isn't this the cycle of life and death?

Is this the sword path of the Taihua Sect Master?

Fang Lang shook his head, now that he can't touch this level, this sword level is too high.

"Who asked you to come?"

"The Third Prince Li Liancheng?"

Fang Lang stood up, put his sword fingers together, and gently wiped the sword body of the Liansheng Sword, accompanied by a clear sword groan, shook off the water stains on the sword, and said.

Probably it can only be the third prince, the owner of this domineering royal bloodline.

Is this to take revenge for the revenge he stabbed three times last time?

Lin Musha was silent.

There were some things she couldn't say.

"Don't say it......"

"Then I'll give you a big gift."

Fang Lang smiled kindly: "I killed Lin Yun, I will send you to see Lin Yun." ”

"The family is neatly organized."

"That's big enough, isn't it?"

Fang Lang said.

As the words fell, Fang Lang's body moved, feeling the explosive power contained in his body, and in the next moment, Fang Lang's body disappeared in an instant.

borrowed the card, borrowed the power of Wen Ting.

The incomparably solid artistic conception of the nine-section sword.

It can be said that he is the first person in the Lower Fourth Rank Realm, because with Wen Ting's root bone talent, it is long overdue to step into the Upper Fourth Grade Realm.

Because of some unknown reasons, Wen Ting has always been stuck at the peak of the artistic conception of the four-grade sword.

For Fang Lang, this is not a big problem, as long as he can borrow his strength.

Fingers lightly dusted the lotus sword.

Fang Lang felt that the sword intent seed in his body was cheering, and there seemed to be a faint phantom of Wen Ting emerging behind him.

The phantom held the sword, but saw that the sword seemed to come to life, opened its mouth, and devoured the sword intent sword qi one by one.

The forest curtain is cold and solemn.

According to the description of the Southern Sect Master, among the four swords left by the Taihua Sword Immortal, the Lotus Sword contains the least mystery, because the Lotus Sword is not to suppress the Sword Shu Sect, while the other three are all powerful existences that suppress each sect.

But, in hindsight, this is not always the case.

Fang Lang was actually able to use Liansheng to burst out with such a powerful power, and the mystery of the Liansheng Sword must be extremely profound!

It's worthy of Xuanyuan Taihua!

The first sword immortal in the world of Datang!

It is worthy of the sword weapon of the first sword immortal!

Fortunately, Fang Lang only pulled out one lotus sheng, if the other three swords were pulled out together, then this son would ...... I'm afraid I will become the second Xuanyuan Taihua!

Lin Musha slowly exhaled a breath, and in her cyclone dantian, there was an ancient sword qi that seemed to awaken.

That was the inheritance of the deceased Sword Immortal of the Donglu Sword Sect that she had gotten!

Today, I will borrow a sword fairy and cut the champion!

Lin Mu's eyes condensed, and countless sword qi burst out from his body, and the rainstorm poured back into the sky, and countless raindrops seemed to be stagnant.

Huang Ying waved the sword in his hand with a solemn expression.

However, she suddenly looked in the direction of Fang Lang and looked at it in a daze.

But he found that Fang Lang at this moment gradually overlapped with the figure of the man back then.

Did Wen Ting even pass on this sword move to Fang Lang?

Huang Ying felt a little sad inexplicably.

Lin Musha felt the power that was constantly spurting, and with the help of this sword qi that seemed to have lasted for thousands of years, her strength crossed the shackles of the fourth grade in an instant, and burst out with a power attack of the upper fourth grade.

Lin Musha has a feeling, after this time, she has tried the power of the upper four grades, and may be able to easily leapfrog into the upper four grades.

The benefits of this sword were enormous for her.

"Die!"

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth.

The raindrops were cut, and the forest curtain covered this moment, the clothes fluttered, and the face under the hat was extremely solemn, as if it had turned into a peerless immortal.

The sword in her hand seemed to be lingering with a wisp of sword qi, and that wisp of sword qi was stirring between heaven and earth, exuding brilliant coercion!

The sword qi of the sword immortal.

The forest curtain floats, the brilliance on his body is extremely dazzling, and a wisp of sword qi is like a beam of light, illuminating this dark and dead world.

And the other side.

Fang Lang was dressed in blood, and the originally majestic aura on his body began to be restrained, and he couldn't stop being restrained, until he completely disappeared, just like an ordinary ordinary person.

The peerless sword immortal faced an ordinary person holding a sword weapon.

A duel that seems to have no suspense.

……

……

Youzhou Demon Que.

Six thousand miles of post station, washed by heavy rain, it is still difficult to dissipate the solemn atmosphere.

Here, the banners are unfurled in the rain, the armor is tight, and one after another strong men in armor stand in it.

Zhou Yuan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was dressed in gold armor and had an indifferent face, and beside him were one after another strong leaders of various sects, all of whom were cultivators of the upper four grade realms.

Wen Ting in the realm of the Four Rank Sword Artistic Conception is somewhat conspicuous and alternative among them.

Taking a sip of the wolfberry tea in the gourd, Wen Ting's eyes looked into the depths of the dense forest with a little daze, where he seemed to sense a ray of resonance.

The resonance made his soul stir.

Who is it?

Also, what happened in the jungle?

On the other side, Zhou Yuan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, glanced at Wen Ting, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Wen Ting, he was also a famous gentleman sword in Chang'an back then, although it is a pity that he missed the champion of that session, but your fame is still not low in the entire Chang'an, and now thirteen years have passed, your cultivation has not increased much, do you regret it?"

"When the Great Prince recruited you, you refused, and even swung a sword at the Great Prince, and the sword heart was defeated, otherwise, with your talent, you may be able to step into the Seven Rank Realm now."

Zhou Zhou Yuan said: "Don't you regret it? ”

Wen Ting didn't seem to expect that Zhou Zhou Yuan would come to chat with him.

Putting down the gourd containing wolfberry tea, Wen Ting shook his head: "No regrets." ”

"After that time, I was also considered a blessing in disguise, and I was favored by the Taihua Sect Master, and I was rewarded with a sword technique."

"The shadow given to me by the Great Prince is still there, but I am not afraid, and even I am looking forward to the moment when I swing my sword again."

Wen Tingwen smiled: "Don't look at me as weak, but I'm strong." ”

Wen Ting said that he was very strong.

Many of the strong people in the surrounding sects all smiled, a four-grade realm, no matter how strong he is, how strong can he be.

Zhou Zhou Yuan looked at Wen Ting and seemed to see the meaning in Wen Ting's smile.

Wen Ting's sword is strong, but how strong is it?

……

……

Feed the sword with your body.

This is the system's note to Wen Ting.

Fang Lang didn't know what the situation was with his sword, he knew that Wen Jiaoxi was a man who had an accident.

However, at this moment, by borrowing the card and Wen Ting, Fang Lang also felt a little bit of the power of "feeding the sword with his body".

Fang Lang felt the sword qi in his dantian, and the sword gang continued to pour into the Liansheng sword.

Originally, the cultivation that had worked hard to cultivate to the Sword Gang Realm was actually falling rapidly, falling back to the Ninth Rank Sword Master, and then falling one after another.

At last...... Falling to the nine-stage sword disciple, Fang is stopped.

However, the Liansheng Sword in his hand became more and more mediocre.

Fang Lang suddenly felt a little empty.

He suddenly understood Wen Jiao Xi.

Although Fang Lang had fallen into the realm, he felt that he had become stronger, and he used the realm to raise this sword.

A mediocre sword.

This is Wen Ting's sword!

Feeding swordsmanship!

Use cultivation as a sword!

The more you fall, the stronger the sword!

The weaker it is, the stronger the sword!

The forest curtain covered the sword rays to the extreme, wrapped in a thousand-year-old sword immortal sword qi, and it shattered and cut off countless branches and trunks.

The mud in the dense forest exploded.

Lin Musha's sword slashed towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's face was pale, and he could only hold the sword flat in the face of Lin Musha's gorgeous sword, as if he had exhausted all his strength when he raised this sword flat.

In the distance, Huang Ying watched as the swords of the two collided together.

It's like a vast ocean, sweeping a stubborn stone!

Boom!!!

All around were muddy waves that were blown up by the sword qi, and the gorgeous sword qi seemed to be an upside-down white rainbow!

The forest curtain covers the complexion!

But seeing Fang Lang's ordinary sword, it seemed to be full of unwillingness in front of her eyes, with the intention of sweeping the world with injustice, unstoppable!

Don't even dare to stop it!

Airplanes......

The sword immortal's sword aura seemed to have turned into an ethereal figure.

The figure raised his hand and picked up a wisp of sword qi, which seemed to be the sword of the sword fairy swinging his sword and slashing towards Fang Lang!

However, Fang Lang's sword at this moment was fearless!

Ten years of sword feeding with his body, even a sword fairy can be killed!

Of course, this is not Fang Lang, it is Wen Ting.

Fang Lang just borrowed this intention.

The strength of the two is stalemate, and a wisp of sword qi of the sword immortal is just a wisp of sword qi after all!

Poof, wiped out!

Gorgeous and ordinary, after all, it is the ordinary that wears away the gorgeousness.

Then, Lin Mu's eyes tightened, looking at the Lotus Sword that was constantly enlarging in her eyes.

The hat on his head was suddenly split in half by the sword qi that had been cut off, and it shot out towards both sides.

Revealing Lin Musha's beautiful and cold face, and the hair sticking to the white cheeks, I felt pity.

There was astonishment in her countenance, and she watched as the sword, which had exhausted its brilliance and infinitely ordinarily ordinary, spilled into her chest.

An ordinary sword, but it contains great power.

In an instant, the meridians in her body that conducted spiritual qi and sword qi were broken inch by inch.

Fang Lang looked at Lin Musha calmly with a warm smile on his face.

The torrential rain that was lifted upside down and condensed in the void lost the control of its power, and it fell to the ground with a catharsis, and the heavens and the earth were in an uproar, brushing down the remnants of countless trees.

Lin Musha slowly lowered his head, looking at the tip of the sword that revealed an inch in his heart, and the tip of the sword was drifting with snow, like a blood lotus.

Fang Lang, who looked weak, raised his arms and wrists, suddenly pushed sideways, and pressed against Lin Musha's neck.

Pressing her down from the tree!

And in the process of falling.

The lotus sword in Fang Lang's hand was withdrawn, the tip of the sword was reversed, and it stabbed out again.

One sword, another sword, another sword.

The sword enters the body.

PS: Happy Chinese New Year's Eve to everyone!