The swordsmanship in the mundane, no matter how clever it is, the total attack distance is only the arm plus the sword body, and there is no way to grow a star and a half.

If a person with a sword encounters a few spears and blocks the direction of his attack, he will be blinded immediately. Either rush up and be stabbed so that your parents can't recognize you, or you run away in embarrassment.

It is a matter of course that the long is better than the short, and the far is better than the near.

But the masters were not convinced - from this came two schools of thought to solve the problem of "the sword cannot reach far".

One school holds a sword in its hand and uses its power to turn into sword qi and even sword intent to attack distant places, while another school uses spells to attack distant places.

There are not many changes behind the genre of "holding a sword", that is, the skill is getting deeper and deeper, and the killing intent is getting stronger and stronger.

Ren Changsheng, the ancestor of the Ren family in Suitaoshan, who has a good eye for Pan Long, is a typical example of this genre.

There are many variations in the genre of "flying sword", there can be many changes in "sword", and there can also be many changes in "imperial sword".

In this school, there is a faction that chooses to refine the flying sword from the entity into sword light, which can be long or short, large or small, divided or combined, and can also be fused with spells, talismans, and formations, and has evolved many changes.

Just what Pan Long knew, there were many changes such as "sword light into silk", "sword light into void", "sword light differentiation" and so on.

And "sword light differentiation" is one of the most advanced ones, which can divide a sword light into several, dozens, and hundreds of paths...... And even endlessly. So many sword lights surged in all directions, and even formed a sword formation, which was indeed terrifying.

It's just that this kind of swordsmanship takes a lot of time and energy to cultivate, and those who can be practiced are basically immortals—and only immortals can spend so much time on this.

People have not yet cultivated into life, but they can use the method of sword light differentiation, Pan Long has never even heard of it, let alone seen it with his own eyes.

Looking at the dozens of sword lights and shadows, he suddenly felt furious in his heart, and his first thought was "I don't know if I can eat this round of bandao noodles"!

But when he looked closely, he saw something more famous - those sword lights looked like they were virtual and real, and there was an obvious sense of unreality, but they seemed to be worse than the normal flying sword sword lights.

Compared with what this person just said and did, he suddenly guessed a few points in his heart.

(The man said that his method was "sword shadow" rather than "sword light.") Could it be that the power of this "sword shadow" itself is very problematic?)

He was secretly guessing, the Taoist had already relieved his breath, and with a finger of his hand, a sword shadow flashed, disappeared without a trace, and then appeared in front of him.

Pan Long waved the cicada wing knife in his hand, and the snow light of the sword protected him, but this time the number of sword shadows was greatly increased compared to before, no matter how fast his sword light was, he was found more than once flawed and stabbed on his body.

The strange thing is that although he was stabbed by the sword shadow, although there was pain on his body, there was no bleeding from the broken skin, but there was a slight paralysis in the injured area.

In just a few moments, he was hit by several swords in his left leg, and gradually felt that his entire left leg was a little paralyzed and stiff.

(What kind of swordsmanship is this?Why is it so weird!)

Pan Long was shocked in his heart, he originally thought that his body had been tempered by heaven and earth, and the strength was comparable to that of those real people who specialized in cultivating hard skills, even if he was slashed by a flying sword a few times, he would not necessarily be seriously injured. Unexpectedly, this person's sword and shadow technique completely ignored the strength of his body, and it seemed to be his nemesis!

On the other side, the man's face gradually became rosy, as if he had taken some tonic medicine, and slowly the whole person was refreshed, as if he was several years younger.

"Pan Long, Lao Dao's sword shadow technique does not hurt flesh and blood, but it will absorb the soul vitality of the person who is in the sword. Even if you are young and vigorous, I am afraid that if you continue to fight like this, you will be fundamentally damaged. Since you can't stop the sword shadow of the old way, how about retreating?"

He said this to Pan Long with a very polite attitude.

Everyone in the world knows that Pan Long can cultivate into a real person at the age of twenty-four, not only his own qualifications are shocking, but most of them have a master with great powers behind him.

The land of Kyushu hides the dragon and the crouching tiger, and no one knows how many immortals there are. The master behind Pan Long is obviously one of them.

So as long as it is possible, no one wants to offend Pan Long too hard, let alone harm his life.

Is it a pleasant thing to be approached by an immortal powerhouse who has lived in seclusion for many years?

Moreover, Pan Long himself is also extremely extraordinary. Many people speculate that he may be the reincarnation of a Buddhist monk, and in his previous life, he may have cultivated to the point where he is one step away from immortality, and he may even be a golden-bodied Arhat in his previous life.

It is only the sect of Buddhism that cultivates merit and becomes a golden body that will accumulate such profound merit that after reincarnation, it can still have immeasurable merit to protect oneself.

Even if you kill such a person, it may not be over. God knows if he will be reincarnated again!

If he is reincarnated again, he will be found by that master again, re-cultivate for decades or hundreds of years, and then come to the door...... He is still young and strong, but you are already dying, what should you do?

Therefore, whether it is the ancestor of the Cang family or this nameless Taoist, he is quite polite to Pan Long, and what he wants to do is to force him to back down, not to really kill him.

Pan Long could naturally see it, so he was a little entangled.

If these three people besieged with all their strength as soon as they came up and wanted to kill him, then he had no choice but to use all means to kill these three people.

As for the question of how to finish after killing these three people...... At the moment of life and death, I can't care so much!

But the attitude of these three people was quite polite, and they put on a posture of only talking about victory and defeat, regardless of life and death, and forcing themselves to retreat, which made him very embarrassed.

This means that he must also pay attention to proportion, only distinguish between victory and defeat, and not between life and death.

That's more troublesome...... After all, his hard power is indeed not strong enough.

For example, the sword and shadow technique of this nameless Taoist, under the restriction of the identity of "Pan Long", he really couldn't think of any good way to deal with it for a while.

After a little thought, he had a few more copper coins in his left hand.

"Dao Chief, be careful, Pan's hidden weapon is here!"

After speaking, he waved his hand, only to hear a sharp sound of breaking the sky, and then the sound of metal breaking.

Jing Wan, who had not spoken, had already rushed to the front of the Nameless Daoist, waving his hands and smashing Pan Long's copper coins one by one.

Pan Long's secret weapon methods are not bad, but his main energy is spent on resisting the sword shadow, and the copper coin dart that he distracts himself from casting is a little worse in the face of a real master who is concentrating on defense.

Seeing that the copper coin dart did not work, Pan Long sighed: "If you can let the three senior masters besiege me, Pan can be regarded as having face!"

Jingwan was silent, and the ancestor of the Cang family said with a smile: "You don't have to squeeze us. Like you said, this time it's the three of us pulling down the jaws to lay siege to you. If you have more means, the old decay will do the same. ”

The nameless old Taoist persuaded: "Pan Long, no matter what you do today, you can't break through the barrier of the two Daoists. The old way is invincible, and the sword shadow is fully displayed...... If you continue to fight like this, you will always lose, so why bother?"

Pan Long knew he had a point, but he wasn't reconciled.

It's a matter of course to lose like this. But...... Thinking of Cang Yuan's excited appearance this morning, he didn't want to lose.

He knew that as a thief, it was a bit ridiculous to talk about righteousness and credibility with loyal officials of the court, but he just wanted to help Cangyuan.

What is the purpose of the husband being born in the world, practicing martial arts hard and seeking opportunities?

Isn't it just for the word "happy"!

Just admit defeat and retreat, he is not happy!

His face turned red, and a wave of anger filled his chest like flames, and finally turned into a roar of rage.

"Don't regret it!"

As he spoke, he put away the cicada wing knife, and the red light flashed in his hand, but he took out the "Golden Crow Fire Flag" that Pai Jiao had given at the beginning.

This "Golden Crow Detachment Fire Flag", which evolved from the most famous defensive weapon of the Daomen, the "Five Directions and Five Elements Banner", completely abandoned defense and pursued a thorough attack instead, which could absorb all the firepower between heaven and earth and turn into raging flames. It can also sense the red sun in the sky, store endless solar firepower, and echo with the brilliant sun during the day, bursting out with stronger power.

Back then, the Great Grandmaster of the Demon Dao was crying old man rampant in the world, and he was chased and killed by the master who held this magic weapon and led thirteen masters of good and evil all over the world. The raging flames forced the crying old man to have no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground, and finally died in the Little Tianshan Mountain.

Since then, the flag has been silent for many years, and there has been no opportunity to go all out. The solar firepower accumulated in it has been stored to an unknown extent.

This move, even Pan Long himself, it is difficult to estimate its power!

With his roar, the small flag suddenly became larger, turned into a large flag, he grabbed the flagpole with both hands, waved it fiercely, the huge flag unfolded, the flames and cloud patterns painted on it suddenly burned, and the three-legged golden crow in the middle of the red sun on the flag flew up and down in the flames, almost rushing out of the flag.

The nameless Taoist is a knowledgeable person, and when he saw this flag, his face immediately turned pale, and he screamed, just like a child seeing a ghost, and he was so frightened that his soul was scared.

"Golden Crow Banner! Run!"

He was quite righteous, and he remembered to inform his companions before running away.

Although the ancestor of the Cang family didn't know this flag, when he heard that the nameless Taoist even changed his voice, he immediately understood that it was powerful, and without thinking about it, he turned around and ran.

The two of them rushed towards the Shendu one after the other, but they wanted to use the Shendu Great Array to resist the infinite firepower of the Golden Crow Fire Banner.

But Jingwan was more miserable, he stood closer to Pan Long, and he didn't know Jin Wuli Huoqi. Seeing Pan Long unfurl the flag, he heard the reminder of the nameless Taoist.

At this time, he wanted to turn around and run away, but there was no time!

I saw the infinite flames surging from the flag, and in an instant, the sky over the entire Nanxia City was fiery red, and the flames rushed into the sky, connecting with the sun. From a distance, it seemed as if a pillar of fire had fallen from the sun and blasted towards Nanxia City.

The pillar of fire smashed down, first sweeping away the sword shadow that the Nameless Daoist didn't care about taking away, and then engulfing Jing Wan, who had been trapped by the flames and was releasing his true qi with all his strength to resist the flames.

The moment he was engulfed by this pillar of fire, Jing Wan, a famous assassin who had assassinated a master of the real realm more than once, didn't even have time to let out a scream.

After the pillar of fire engulfed Jingwan, the remaining momentum was not exhausted, and it was about to blast to the ground.

Pan Long was startled, and hurriedly urged the magic weapon to forcibly lift the pillar of fire.

So the huge pillar of fire turned in a direction, chasing behind the ancestor of the Cang family and the nameless Daoist, and blasted in the direction of the divine capital.

The speed at which the two of them flew away was extremely fast, and the speed of the pillar of fire was also extremely fast, seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, the two of them were about to be engulfed by the pillar of fire and die in the flames like Jingwan.

At this moment, a sigh came from among the gods.

"Why bother!"

As he spoke, a stream of water floated and blocked the pillar of fire.

At first glance, the current may not seem very turbulent, but it is endless, and no matter how fierce the pillar of fire is, it cannot be burned out.

Water and fire contended, the sound of the sound was connected, and countless mist rose, quickly turning into a white cloud, expanding in the blink of an eye, enveloping the divine capital and even the surrounding dozens of miles in it.

It also blocked the echo between the sun in the sky and the golden crow from the fire flag.

The echo was cut off, and the power of the Golden Crow from the Fire Banner suddenly decreased. Pan Long suddenly felt that his hand was a little lighter, and only then could he control it.

He hurriedly used the magic trick to reduce the power of this magic weapon, so the flames returned to the flag, and the banner that was more than a foot old turned into a small flag the size of a palm again, and was put away by him.

It was only then that he noticed that the surrounding clouds were filled with the aroma of wine and rice, and the water just now turned out to be rice wine.

"Could it be that the 'Drunken Immortal' Chen senior is here?" he asked loudly, "Pan Long meets the senior." I wonder what the seniors have to say?"

There was a sigh from the "Drunken Immortal" Chen Yan in the mist, and he said, "Xiao Pan, you have won this game." Jing Wan wanted to assassinate you from the ground before, and you burned you to death with flames, which can be regarded as retribution, can you give the old man a face and give up?"

The echo was cut off, and the power of the Golden Crow from the Fire Banner suddenly decreased. Pan Long suddenly felt that his hand was a little lighter, and only then could he control it.

He hurriedly used the magic trick to reduce the power of this magic weapon, so the flames returned to the flag, and the banner that was more than a foot old turned into a small flag the size of a palm again, and was put away by him.

It was only then that he noticed that the surrounding clouds were filled with the aroma of wine and rice, and the water just now turned out to be rice wine.

"Could it be that the 'Drunken Immortal' Chen senior is here?" he asked loudly, "Pan Long meets the senior." I wonder what the seniors have to say?"

There was a sigh from the "Drunken Immortal" Chen Yan in the mist, and he said, "Xiao Pan, you have won this game." Jing Wan wanted to assassinate you from the ground before, and you burned you to death with flames, which can be regarded as retribution, can you give the old man a face and give up?"

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