Chapter 1199 Ba Wuji (First Update)

Practice swords in the sun.

Practicing swords in the moonlight.

Practicing swords in the hunting wind.

Practice swords in the mighty waves.

Fang Junmei seemed to have returned to the mortal time, back to the time when he was a teenager, selflessly exerting his spatial sword dao to fight against the attacking wind of the stars.

At the beginning of the sword, the golden light is dotted, and the figure is like a dragon.

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As if he had found a good opponent who could accompany him for a lifetime, Fang Junmei became more and more energetic the more he practiced, and the more he practiced, the more excited he became.

At the beginning, I still followed the previous sword moves, and practiced later, all of them were sword moves, and I could play as much as I wanted, as long as I could fight against the light of the stars.

Although he has a sword in his hand, he has forgotten the sword in his heart, and he only remembers the way of a door space that he has comprehended.

Distorted, folded, void, phased...... One door at a time, circulating in the heart, between the hands, are all sword moves. Although the power is strong and weak, some can't even stop the wind of the stars.

But the victory is in selflessness, the victory is in happiness, and the victory is difficult to find in an opponent.

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One day, two days, three days.

Fang Junmei forgot about himself, on the top of that nameless mountain, he practiced his sword frantically, rested when he lacked mana, and continued to practice after resting.

What kind of result he wanted, even he didn't know.

I only felt a sense of war, and there was a feeling of boiling.

Fang Junmei didn't care at all about those divine senses that swept towards him, but those demon beast cultivators gradually began to go crazy.

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"This Terran senior looks more and more crazy, I'm sure that he has entered the realm of selflessness, maybe he already has some feelings. ”

On the edge of the fog, someone walked out of the formation and said excitedly when he saw it.

"What the eldest brother said is that watching this person practice swords frantically, I also have a feeling that my blood is boiling, and I want to have a big fight. ”

Second humanity.

"This senior has now found a free opponent who can fight with him every day, and he is so excited that he forgets himself, and in the end, I will not be surprised if he pushes through the old and rehearses a new kendo supernatural ability. ”

Third humanity.

Among the demon beasts, there is no shortage of wise people.

These three people are the three leaders of a small demon beast race in the Jietian Mountain Range, and they are also three brothers.

This little demon beast race, called Decepticon, sounds very good, but in fact, it is only a sixth-order demon beast race, and at most it has cultivated to the late stage of mortal transformation, which is the current realm of these three brothers.

Behind the three of them, there were dozens of clansmen, including even many shapeless, black feathers, exuding a cold dazzling gaze of heavy metal, which was extremely sharp, and the outside of their bodies were wrapped in defensive light curtains.

Patriarch Bahai, after taking a few glances, he shook his head and smiled: "I don't understand the strangeness contained in this senior's kendo——"

After speaking, he turned his head, looked at the juniors, and said with a smile: "Among you, if you can see a few clues, don't miss this good opportunity, in my opinion, his time to practice swords will never be short, this is a rare opportunity." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone smiled bitterly.

"Then don't look at it, go back to practice, no matter how powerful it is, it's someone else's way. ”

Bahai said.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

A junior should be.

Some strode away, others flapped their wings and broke through the air.

In the end, there was only one humanoid junior left, and the realm was only in the early stage of Longmen.

It was a man, tall and burly, with a huge skeleton and extraordinarily wide shoulders, standing there like a door.

The appearance is even more weird, the bridge of the nose is full, the eye sockets are deep, the cheekbones are raised, and it looks a little ugly, but the more you look at it, the more you have a strange peak protrusion. In fact, most of the Decepticons look like this.

Although this man looked fierce, his eyes were a little stupid and looked in the direction of Fang Junmei, and the corners of his mouth showed a childlike smile, a pair of eyes, clear and innocent.

The three of them looked at him together.

"Wuji, you still haven't gone in to cultivate?"

Bahai shouted.

This junior named Ba Wuji is his own grandson, and he is also the one who makes him speechless, obviously he has a good talent for cultivation, but when he was a few years old, he fought with his clan and was shot in the head, and since then his brain has had problems, and his intelligence has matured very slowly and slowly, and now he is only about seven or eight years old The intelligence of a child is a naïve silly boy-like character.

lived for thousands of years, and was still like a child, sold by several of his brothers, and Bao Zhun was still counting the money for them.

For this grandson, Bahai is also sorry and helpless, after a long time, he even feels a little embarrassed, and rarely gives him a good face.

"Grandpa, blossom, fun. ”

Ba Wuji shrank his head when he was drunk by Ba Hai, but immediately grinned and pointed in the direction of Fang Junmei.

When the three of them heard this, they exchanged a cigarette color.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Fang Junmei, there was indeed a sky full of golden light, wasn't it just fireworks blooming?

"What's so fun about that golden flower, you can't understand it, go in and cultivate. ”

Bahai drinks again.

"It's not Jinhua!"

Ba Wuji shouted: "The golden flower is not fun, the gray flower is fun, and now it has become a long river again, can't you see it?"

When the three of them heard this, their eyes finally shook.

In this world, there are not many gray flowers.

The one that blooms from the forbidden fog can be regarded as one. Death and killing intent is also a kind. The rest is only the breath of space.

The first two, everyone can see, this third type, unless there is a spatial talent, or the spatial qi is so strong that it is abnormal, otherwise ordinary monks can't see it, let alone the small repair in the early stage of the Dragon Gate, which is the Decepticon.

"The Way of Space? Could it be that the senior is practicing the Way of the Space Swords?"

Ba Hai's second brother Ba Xuan said.

"The point isn't here, Wuji, can you actually see it?"

The third brother, Ba Yuan, looked at Ba Wuji with a ghostly expression.

"Can't you see, you're dumber than me!"

Ba Wuji said with a smile like a child.

When the three of them heard this, they all showed a dark face.

However, Ba Xuan Ba Yuan, thinking of something, immediately became excited, and said to Ba Hai: "Big brother, the great prosperity of our Decepticon clan is probably going to fall on Wuji." ”

At this moment, Bahai was also surprised and delighted, but said with a wry smile: "I understand what you mean, but Wuji's mind is only afraid that senior will not look down on it." ”

"What does it matter!"

Ba Xuan immediately said: "Although his mind is maturing slowly, he is always maturing, give him 30,000 years and 50,000 years, and sooner or later he will be an old fox like us." ”

"Yes, the important thing is this space talent, not everyone can have it!"

Ba Yuan is also the way.

When Bahai heard this, his heart moved, and he finally nodded heavily, looking at Ba Wuji with a kind and kind look that he had not seen for a long time: "Wuji, tell grandpa, what has become of that gray river now?"

"Stars, stars in the sky, many, many. ”

Ba Wuji replied immediately.

The three of them turned their heads to look.

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Bang bang bang –

In the sky above the top of the mountain, a dense explosion suddenly exploded, as if countless bombs had been dropped into the sky.

Exploded a wave of flowers!

The three of them couldn't see any gray stars, but the traces of the pair of bombardments were clearly visible.

Ba Hai nodded happily, turned his head, and asked Xiang Ba Wuji again: "Wuji, do you want to learn how to use that kind of method with that senior?"

"Think, think, grandpa, I'm going now. ”

When the words fell, they were about to fly away.

"Bastard, stop me!"

"No!"

The three of them hurriedly shouted, flew over, and grabbed him.

What are you kidding, Fang Junmei is practicing to the point of pride, interrupt him at this moment, it would be good if he didn't slaughter the Decepticon clan, and he still expected him to accept apprentices?

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"Just stand here and watch it for me, and when he finishes practicing, grandpa will take you to beg him. ”

Bahai said coldly, a flame of hope ignited in his eyes.

Can this little demon beast race really break the shackles of bloodline?

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Watching Fang Junmei practice swords, there were many other monks, all knew that this was a good opportunity to learn, many of them looked carefully, many of them showed a look of scratching their ears and cheeks, and some of them practiced like Fang Junmei.

In the end, of course, he got nothing, and he almost went crazy.

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One month.

Two months.

year.

Two years.

Decade.

Fang Jun's eyebrows were like a demon, in addition to recovering, he practiced his sword almost non-stop, even if he had a limited rest time, his eyes were full of thought.

After a long time, those demon beasts didn't gain anything, and they began to feel tired of it, so they returned to the cave and practiced.

In the end, the only one who insisted on watching was Ba Wuji, a silly boy, and the three of Bahai were left to watch with him.

Ba Wuji watched more and more with relish, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"It's changed, it's changed, it's come out, it's out—"

Ba Wuji muttered as he watched.

It didn't seem to come out, and this son shouted depressedly, as if he was practicing his sword there.

The three of Bahai were sensitive, and from his words, they had already faintly felt that Fang Junmei had made a qualitative change, and he was already about to deduce something.

Witnessing this process is definitely a valuable asset.

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Time goes on.

Another year passed.

The wind season is still going on, Fang Junmei's sword practice is still continuing, but the monks who have come back to their respective families to cultivate have already come out to watch again.

Because-Fang Junmei's movement has become bigger and bigger.

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Boom Boom –

On the top of the high mountain, the sound of explosions, like thunder, was endless, and there were no fireworks blooming, as calm as if a mortal was practicing a sword.

But everyone already felt that the sharpness on Fang Junmei's body was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

The earth began to tremble and tremble, and the momentum spread infinitely into the distance.

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The moment of a new sword is getting closer and closer.

The feeling of trembling in the hearts of all the monks also spread.