This thunderbolt dominates the Nine Heavens Sword, and it is no stranger to the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

In fact, this is still a sword technique that is widely circulated in the fairy gate, and almost everyone knows it.

But if you talk about the status of this sword technique in the hearts of the disciples of the Xianmen, it is even worse than the three-character scripture that the mortal child Mengxue learned, because this is simply a senior brother of the Qingyang Sect who used to collect it to make people laugh.

Among these Xianmen disciples, whenever they laugh at others, they will say that he is only worthy of learning the Thunderbolt Nine Heavens Sword, who would have thought that this miscellaneous servant would actually say that he learned this sword in a dignified manner?

What's even more ridiculous is that he actually wanted to borrow this sword technique to go to Xiaozhu Peak to break through the bridge of trials?

Even the deacon who was about to test Fang Yuan couldn't help but pull down his face, thinking to himself, since he was not sure of crossing the bridge of trials, wouldn't he just honestly wait for his cultivation to reach the third level of qi cultivation and then come back, but now he wants to punish the old man?

As soon as he was lazy, he waved his hand and said, "Then you better go back, and come back when the third layer of Qi training is complete!"

Things have reached this point, Fang Yuan can't just leave.

If he left at this time, wouldn't everyone see that he had deliberately come to this small bamboo peak to make a appearance?

What's more, isn't it too bad for so many deacons and even elders to be alarmed?

Thinking like this, he could only harden his head and said loudly: "The disciple really wants to enter the immortal gate, and I hope that the predecessors will be perfected!"

"This ......"

The white-bearded deacon turned around and exchanged glances with the other deacons, and thought to himself: "This kid seems to be a nerd who is bent on seeking the Tao, and his cultivation is a little stupid, how can he know the danger of the bridge of trials? Relying on the swordsmanship of the three-legged cat, he is going to break through, but the bridge is ruined, otherwise maybe his life will be lost in it! However, since Elder Yun has already ordered, he must not let him go through the motions, and my subordinates will be merciful, and I will not hurt him, let him retreat in the face of difficulties, and go back to practice honestly!"

As soon as he thought of this, he said lightly: "Since this is the case, then you should be ready!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of red cloth from the Qiankun bag on his waist, which was embroidered with a golden armor statue and countless runes on it, glanced at Fang Yuan, and said: "This is the Yellow Turban Warrior that this deacon has spent three years of hard work refining and refining, and it has the ability to slay demons and eliminate demons, so it will be used as the first level of the trial, if you can survive the ten breaths under this treasure, I will count you as having passed the level!"

After that, the power of this treasure was sealed to thirty percent, and it was to be sacrificed.

"Disciple understands!"

Fang Yuan nodded in agreement, and suddenly his face was a little embarrassed, and he looked around: "I don't know...... Which senior brother borrowed a sword?"

The surrounding Xianmen disciples burst into laughter again.

Even the white-robed deacon also laughed and scolded: "You came to break through the bridge of trials, but you don't have a sword?"

Fang Yuan said innocently: "It's not that the disciple doesn't have a sword, it's really that he can't afford to buy a sword......

The white-robed deacon who choked on a word didn't know what to say.

Anyway, all the Xianmen disciples saw the lively mood was mentioned by him, and they were all coaxing, originally there were many people who practiced swords, and soon someone threw a green sheath long sword over, shouting: "This sword is borrowed from you, and you can return it to me when you run out......

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand to take it, hugged his fist at the man and said, "Thank you!"

The white-robed deacon sighed, sealed the power of the Yellow Turban Warrior in half, and then waved his hand and threw it into the air.

With a whoop, the yellow scarf spread out in the air, and actually emitted an invisible golden glow, which was very dazzling, and when it came down, it was found that the yellow scarf had hung down, forming a humanoid appearance, floating in the air, with no feet below, and the runes on it flashed together, and actually turned into an arm holding a golden sword, with a murderous appearance.

"Xiao'er, if you are invincible, you can shout for help!"

The white-robed deacon gave a deep command, then picked up the spell and recited the incantation.

"Hoo ......"

The Yellow Turban Warrior, who was silent floating in mid-air, suddenly seemed to have life, and swung his sword towards Fang Yuan.

It was originally an illusion thing, but at this time, it was actually powerful, and it seemed to split the earth with a sword.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect were also taken aback when they saw such a change at first glance, and some of them subconsciously covered their mouths.

And Fang Yuan was also shocked when he faced the Yellow Turban Lux who rushed straight over, and an extremely dangerous warning arose, almost subconsciously, he was about to jump to the side, not daring to face such a monster, but he had a will to control himself!

"The sword is stronger than the law, the will is stronger than the sword, and the power is stronger than the will......"

The sword theory on the Infinite Sword Sutra flashed in his heart, and he forcibly forced himself to stand in place.

The figure suddenly shrank back slightly, bent his knees and lunged, his right palm gripped the hilt of the sword, and his eyes stared ahead.

"Why didn't he hide?"

Seeing that the Yellow Turban Lux had rushed in front of Fang Yuan, among the disciples of the Immortal Sect, some people also shouted.

"Is he already scared stupid......

Before that guess flashed in the hearts of most of the Immortal Sect disciples, Fang Yuan suddenly made a move!

"Entering like a soldier on the battlefield, the long river is broken!"

Facing the Yellow Turban Lux who was fierce and rushed straight over, Fang Yuanfen did not retreat, but stepped forward in one step.

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and all the mana had been poured into it, he bent his knees and stretched his arms, and suddenly pulled out a sword!

With a flash of silver light in his palm, the long sword swept out.

His movements are not the slightest fancy, they are simply simple to the extreme, but they flawlessly display the trick of the tiger descending the mountain in the Thunderbolt Thunderbolt Nine Heavens Sword, every movement, every change, it is like measuring it with a ruler, from swinging the sword to the mana operation, and then to the momentum, it is impossible to find half a mistake, which is more perfect than the painting on the sword spectrum!

Corresponding to perfection, there is no flaw!

The sword swept away, and the flat ground seemed to be like a violent wind, and the cold sword qi roared out!

The Yellow Turban Lux rushed straight in front of him, and the giant sword in his hand slashed down, stirring up an endless fierce wind.

But before his sword was cut down, Fang Yuan's sword had already arrived!

With a "snort", Fang Yuan's figure passed by the yellow turban wrestler, three feet away from back to back!

Fang Yuan exhaled heavily, turned around, and his sword was crossed in front of his chest, making a defensive gesture.

But the yellow turban wrestler didn't move.

He turned his back to Fang Yuan, motionless, and after a while, there was a sudden "bang", and the runes shattered piece by piece.

The white-robed deacon's eyes widened, and he hurriedly beckoned, and before the yellow turban wrestler hit the ground, it had turned into a yellow cloth and flew back into his hand......

The white-robed deacon froze.

The other Immortal Sect disciples were also stunned.

Even Fang Yuan was stunned.

Only Elder Nayun laughed and looked at Fang Yuan, seeming to be even more interested.

"What are you ......?"

The white-robed deacon subconsciously shouted, but before he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, he originally wanted to ask what kind of sword Fang Yuan used, but he found that Fang Yuan was indeed using a move in the Thunderbolt Nine Heavens Sword, which was clear and impeccable, but it was amazingly powerful, so when the words came to his mouth, he changed it stiffly: "You are using swordsmanship...... How long have you been practicing?"

Fang Yuan was stunned for a long time and said, "The disciple has only practiced sword for less than two months!"

The white-robed deacon almost spat on his face: "Nonsense, how can I break my magic weapon after only practicing for a month?"

Seeing that all the disciples looked at him in surprise, the old man blushed and added, "Although I have sealed ninety percent of my power!"

"Disciple's sword ......"

Fang Yuan hesitated slightly, and said in a low voice: "I have practiced more than 10,000 times a day, and I consciously combine my form and intention, and I can mobilize mana the most!"

"Ten thousand times?"

The white-robed deacon was shocked, and subconsciously said, "Just this sword-breaking technique, you practice it ten thousand times a day?"

Fang Yuan's face was a little red, so he had to whisper: "Disciple has no other sword to practice......

There was a sound of gasping around, and countless people looked at Fang Yuan who was standing in a daze with complicated eyes.

"Hehe, diligence makes perfect, it's true!"

In the silence, suddenly a fat long-bearded deacon walked out and said with a smile: "Xiao Fangyuan, your sword is powerful and powerful, and it is integrated, even the old man's cultivation can't find half a fault, and he has indeed practiced at home, just now the white deacon is considered to have passed it, and the old man will try your second level......

Several of the other deacons looked at him, and none of them had prepared for the second level in their original plans.

Fang Yuan didn't know, he just nodded honestly: "Disciple understands!"

The fat deacon nodded, and suddenly his big sleeves flicked, and the golden light in the air was dazzling, and dozens of golden beans were actually spilled out, rolling around Fang Yuan's body, bouncing and flying, and then the fat deacon slowly pinched up a trick and said with a smile: "This is the old man's practice of sprinkling beans into soldiers, you have to be careful, although the old man has sealed most of the power, it is also very dangerous!"

Fang Yuan nodded, and before he could speak, his heart suddenly sank.

Behind him, a bouncing golden bean suddenly turned into a short and fat villain less than three feet tall, with a short gun in his hand, and jumped up quickly, like lightning, stabbing straight at the back of his head.

Fang Yuan didn't want to think about it, and suddenly the figure stepped out diagonally, not retreating but advancing, a green shadow fluttered and sprinkled, and threw it straight to the left, the long sword in his hand pointed down obliquely, as if he was about to throw it away, but at this time, the golden villain followed him like a shadow, and actually changed his move in the air, and the golden gun in his hand stabbed towards Fang Yuan's temple again, and it was actually another extremely dangerous killing move.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan, who had just flashed, suddenly turned up, turned in the air, and his body turned over in a very strange shape, and the long sword in his hand turned around, and slapped firmly on the back of the golden villain......

"This is the trick in the Thunderbolt Nine Heavens Sword, the widow climbs over the wall, right?"

An onlooker Immortal Sect disciple recognized Fang Yuan's sword move, and said in a daze, "How anxious does this widow have to be to turn over the wall so neatly?"