Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 262 Dragon Walking in the Wild (One More Chapter)

The long sword wrapped in black clouds and mist burst through the air in an instant, but then passed by and fell behind.

Lin Zifeng's expression was frozen, and his eyes were filled with anger and confusion, but his fighting skills from years of licking blood from his knife's edge were still there. Knowing that there was someone to help him, he had no chance of winning, so he rushed straight out of the mountain without stopping.

Zuo Lingquan also looked surprised when the unknown sword fell in his hand. He didn't know whether the opponent was friend or foe, so he didn't take it directly.

Shangguan Lingye didn't hear who was speaking just now. He glanced at the sword on the ground with a sharp edge that seemed to be able to pierce the world, and said in his heart:

"There seems to be no manipulation on the sword."

In fact, there is no need for Shangguan Lingye to remind him about this, because the sword is alive.

Swordsmen and swords are naturally sympathetic to each other. They cannot communicate verbally, but they can sense each other's 'emotions'.

No matter what the original intention of the person who borrowed the sword was, Zuo Lingquan could feel that this sword, which had been dusty for an unknown number of years, had no ill intentions toward him, and was even a little eager to try it.

It's like an elder who has seen all over the world and the ups and downs of the world, looking at a toddler who uses a stick as a sword, and says:

"Show me how much you weigh!"

After only a brief hesitation, Zuo Lingquan's eyes moved to Lin Zifeng, who was running away. He grasped the hilt of the sword and took a step forward.

At this moment, the world became silent.

The reason why Immortal Weapons deserve the word "immortal" is because they are different from ordinary weapons. Law Weapons are immortal. If they don't come out, they will change the color of the mountains and rivers and shake the world.

The Divine Descending Platform built by Wu Zunyi is like this, and Lao Lu's Huangquan Sword is like this. How can this sword that has been buried underground for thousands of years not be inferior in the slightest.

Before Zuo Lingquan grasped the hilt of the sword, he felt that he was inside a curtain of rain; after grasping the hilt of the sword, he felt that the heavy rain covering the sky was just a servant that moved according to his thoughts. go.

Shangguan Lingye followed closely behind, focusing on Zuo Lingquan. The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, his whole aura changed completely, as if his body had grown countless times in an instant, with his feet on the ground and his head on his head. Heaven.

This is the first time that Shangguan Lingye has felt something similar to his master from Zuo Lingquan - like being in the sky and looking at everything in the world. No matter how high the mountain is or how high the road is, you have to bow your head in front of me. .

The source of this momentum is self-confidence, the self-confidence of True Immortal people who are like ants and only themselves.

Lin Zifeng, who was running away, obviously noticed the rising momentum behind him.

As a swordsman, facing the enemy with your back to catch the sword is both a shame and akin to death.

As a sword cultivator, Lin Zifeng had no shortage of blood in his bones. Even though his body was disabled and on the verge of running out of fuel, he still turned around and handed out a sword, saying angrily:

"drink--!"

There was thunder in the sky, and the rain also surged.

The twisted electric snakes and the crazy rainstorm together outline a scene of destruction.

Zuo Lingquan had no distracting thoughts and put all the accumulation of knowledge he had learned in his life on the sword in his hand.

The foundation of the sword in his hand is much deeper than that of Zuo Lingquan. Not only can he easily receive all the force sent to him, but he can also return the sword at will. With thousands of years of accumulation, this sword, which is already shocking in terms of artistic conception, can exert a hundred times more power. .

boom--

The sword points forward!

In front of Zuo Lingquan, an ink dragon rushed out, swallowing the sky with the force of swallowing the sky, submerging the broken earth at the foot of the mountain and the electric snakes gathering from all directions.

The flooded rivers and the torrential rain pouring down from the Milky Way were all torn apart by the fairy sword at this moment, and converged on the towering mountain peaks.

Lin Zifeng struck out with his sword, with endless resentment and killing intent in his eyes. However, facing this sword that changed the color of the mountains and rivers, the deepest eyes still showed weakness. The moment the swords collided, they were swallowed up by the black sword energy and collided. The already devastated earth was shattered.

bang——

Under the illumination of thousands of thunders, a black sword energy raged across the earth, like a dragon walking in the wild.

All the five elements of water in the small world were involved, so that when viewed from the sky, the rain curtain all over the sky turned into a spiral, converging towards the peak of the sword energy.

The sword moves the mountains and rivers, and the energy shocks thousands of miles!

This sword is the "Sword One" in the eyes of the Central Continent sword cultivator. There is no way to hide or avoid it.

Lin Zifeng's robe was shattered in an instant, and his skin was scratched with holes by the endless sword energy. He held the sword in front of him with both hands, blocking the overwhelming sword energy. His body was knocked back nearly half a mile, and was scratched on the ground. A groove several feet wide.

Rumble——

Seeing that the remaining power of the sword was almost exhausted, Lin Zifeng gritted his teeth and tried to escape, but what made him desperate and shocked was that before the aftermath of the first sword dissipated, Zuo Lingquan actually raised his hand again and struck him with another sword!

call out--

These two consecutive swords were much slower than the two swords in Huokangu. It was obviously because the movement was too great and the body could not support it.

But even though the distance is longer, the power has not diminished. These are two identical swords!

Lin Zifeng still hasn't figured out how Zuo Lingquan compressed the interval between sword draws to such an extent. He couldn't do it anyway.

Facing the pinnacle sword blessed by this fairy sword again, all Lin Zifeng can do now is to stare at the figure with the sword in the distance with the most malicious eyes in the world, until he is swallowed up by the torrent of sword energy and merges into the broken earth beneath his feet. …

Boom boom——

Although there is a long gap between the two swords, in the eyes of onlookers, they are two swords in succession. The second ink dragon bites the tail of the first ink dragon, tearing the earth at the foot of the mountain.

Using the fairy sword to control the world without reservation, the feedback from the turbulent world can be imagined.

The moment the sword energy came out, the mountains behind him began to shake.

The thick dark clouds in the sky actually opened a huge gap, and the yellow sand poured down from the sky, along with the twisted thunder, hitting Zuo Lingquan's location.

Shangguan Lingye did not stop Zuo Lingquan from drawing the sword, and was shocked by the terrifying power of the sword, but his thoughts did not stop. She knew that the world would bite her back, so the moment Zuo Lingquan finished drawing the sword, she hugged Zuo Lingquan and fled to the outside...

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Rumble…

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

In the mountains and fields, Wu Yezi, an old swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and looking on, looked at the two shocking swords in the distance, clapped his hands lightly, and exclaimed:

"Exquisite! With this talent, even I feel sorry for him."

As a swordsman who dominated the Central Continent before the Battle of Stealing Pills, Wu Yezi is definitely the best in the world in terms of his swordsmanship, let alone his personality. To be able to receive his evaluation is a testament to the popularity of these two swords. .

Wu Yezi lent the sword to Zuo Lingquan, naturally not out of kindness to support his younger generation, but because he wanted to see how Zuo Lingquan's physique matched the sword and what his physical potential was.

Now it seems that my fairy sword seems to have been customized for Zuo Lingquan. Although the Dragon Transformation Wang Shuijing has been refined, occupying the position of the natal water, replacing it with a waste of nature; but without refining the natal sword, follow the normal path Seeking longevity is still an excellent embryo.

Wu Yezi said that it was a pity to seize the body, not out of hypocritical pity, but because he really felt pity.

Because after seizing the body, the body's foundation is still there, but 'Jian Yi' is no longer there.

'Jianyi' represents the swordsman's understanding of the way of swordsmanship. Swordsmanship, experience, state of mind and other reasons have all combined to form his most representative sword. Even one missing link cannot be used. This is why Jianyi cannot be used. Reasons to teach others.

After seizing the body, the soul changed hands, and the Jianyi that Zuo Lingquan realized by himself was definitely gone.

Wu Yezi knew that Zuo Lingquan could go higher in the kendo, maybe even higher than him. As a swordsman, he wanted to see the scenery at the top of the kendo, so he felt it was a pity to be deprived of him.

It's a pity, but it's a pity. People will be punished by heaven and earth if they don't do it for themselves. No matter how much Wuyezi cherishes his talents, he must first ensure that his own path is safe.

So after the sword turned back from the foot of the mountain, Wu Yezi looked at the sword floating beside him and asked:

"These two swords are really good, old man, do you think I can use his body to push back these two swords in the future?"

Jian doesn't think in a human way, and usually doesn't respond to such boring questions.

But for some reason, the sword reacted today, the edge of the sword trembled slightly, the meaning was simple and straightforward:

"You can not."

"..."

Wu Yezi's state of mind, which had long been unequaled, moved slightly, and the smile on his face also appeared a little stagnant.

However, after a while, Wu Yezi still shook his head and smiled:

"It seems that I have never died, old man, you are also very embarrassed."

There was no response from the sword, and no response was required.

Because the sword will not betray the sword master, if it says 'You can't', it is just telling the truth...

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Another chapter is being written.

(end of this chapter)