A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 67
Facing the second senior brother, I dare not take it lightly.

Before he could make a move, I took the lead in attacking him. I danced Qingyun into a cold light and stabbed forward with all my strength.

The second senior brother stood there, motionless.

As if he didn't see that I had already made a move, he even stretched out his hands leisurely and tidied up his clothes.

But in the blink of an eye, Qingyun has come to a distance of one foot in front of the second senior brother.

I was about to move forward, but the next moment I saw the folding fan hanging on the waist of the second senior brother, suddenly the light became brighter, and I flew out by myself.

It spread out in front of me, and it grew fiercely in the wind.

It has grown to the height of half a person in one breath, and the wide fan has blocked all my way forward!

I swung my sword and slashed hard.

As a result, the blade intersected with the fan, and a soft force came from the other side, which directly swung my blade away.

I cut a total of 49 and [-] swords. No matter stabbing, pointing, collapsing, chopping, chopping or picking, I couldn't cut through the thin fan paper like a cicada's wing, and I couldn't even leave a mark on it.

Afterwards, I tried the fan bone again, and when I struck down with the sword, my tiger's mouth was shaken to the point of bleeding, and the folding fan in front of me remained motionless.

The voice of the second senior brother came from behind the fan, "Shanhe Fan, a first-grade body protection magic weapon, is worth 360 million spirit stones, and is highly sought after by Nascent Soul and Transformation God Realm monks. Unfortunately, I only have the pulse congealing cultivation base, so I can't use this piece." The full power of the magic weapon, but even so, it cannot be broken by monks below the golden core."

All the disciples watching the battle in the audience were in an uproar upon hearing this.

I was also quite surprised.

It is a magic weapon, and it is a first-grade magic weapon. Not to mention possessed by ordinary people, few people have even seen it. I didn't expect it to be hung on the waist so casually by the second senior brother.

But after listening to his words, instead of stopping, I cut harder.

Regardless of the hole in the tiger's mouth, he swung Qingyun and smashed it towards the bones of the Shanhe Fan!Smash this magic weapon with a bang bang!
Of course I know that with my attack, coupled with Qingyun's destructive power, no matter how hard I try, it is impossible for a first-grade magic weapon to break through.

But it doesn't matter, I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

The first-grade magic weapon is stronger if it is strong, but as the second senior brother said, it is not something that monks in our realm should use at all, and the consumption of spiritual power to activate it must be very alarming.

It's not that I can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour.

If I had to choose, I would rather use a magic weapon of the sixth or seventh rank than this Laozi Mountain and River Fan.

Because the magic weapon of the sixth and seventh ranks is more effective in the graduation exam.

Anyway, it can’t be cut down, and the one with less consumption is more fragrant.

Therefore, the second senior brother's attitude of wanting to be the best in everything is not necessarily a good thing.

However, I still underestimated the strength of the second senior brother. Just as I was thinking this way, the jade finger on the second senior brother's left index finger also lit up.

And then the second senior brother, who was slightly tired, became radiant again.

The second magic weapon!Moreover, it is the rarest magic weapon that can immediately restore cultivation.

Everyone in the audience breathed in the air-conditioning again, contributing to global warming.

"Withered wood finger. A third-grade magic weapon, but it is a very rare third-grade magic weapon. The price is almost the same as that of a mountain and river fan." The second senior brother said, "Give up, you have no chance, even if I have used the dead wood ring six times today, you can There are still three times left, enough to deal with you."

I licked my lips, and changed Qingyun's bloody right hand to his left hand, without any nonsense, I just uttered two words, "Come again!"

After I finished speaking, I rushed forward again, fighting with Shanhe Fan. The second senior brother probably thought it was too slow to consume each other. After waiting for a while, there was a look of impatience on my face, and I opened my mouth again. The little cyan sword came.

The little sword also changed from small to large as soon as it left his mouth.

In the end, it grew to three feet long, and cut it off to me!
I subconsciously wanted to use Qingyun to resist, but at the last moment, a warning sign rose in my heart, and I retreated to avoid it.

And just where I was standing before, the floor tiles protected by the formation were easily chopped into pieces by this sword, leaving a thin crack about an inch deep on the ground!

My eyelids jumped when I saw this scene.

If I didn't get out of the way just now and chose to take the sword hard, I probably wouldn't feel good.

"Zi Xiao, a first-grade attacking magic weapon, extremely sharp and indestructible." The second senior brother generously introduced the third magic weapon that appeared on the stage, and added after a pause, "The price... 300 million spirit stones."

Although Qingyun is hard, it is only a basic magic weapon after all.

Obviously not an opponent of a first-grade magic weapon, even if the Zixiao couldn't show its true power in the hands of the second senior brother, it still depends on who is going to deal with it, right?

While continuing to output to Shanhe Fan, I dealt with the newly emerged Zixiao.

I've been careful enough, but the space on the ring is limited, and with the Fan of Mountains and Rivers unfolding, it takes up a lot of space.There was even less room for me to move around.

So I had no choice but to head-on with Qingyun and Zixiao a few times.

So when I retracted Qingyun, I saw the gap on the blade and the cracks on the sword body.

Like me, it's reaching its limit.

But the second senior brother at this time is the same as before the fight, still not moving a step.

The current developments in this war are undoubtedly discouraging.

When I fought Wang Ye before, I was very desperate for a while, but that kind of despair is different from now. No matter how strong Wang Ye is, he is the kind of strength that can be traced within the scope of my understanding. It's another dimension entirely.

We both come from the same school, although we don't have much contact with each other on weekdays, but I have heard some things about the second senior brother. It is rumored that he seldom cultivates and doesn't practice swords very much, because he said that practicing swords is useless.

And I have to admit now that he made a lot of sense.

I wandered on the edge of life and death again and again, and the sword skills I practiced desperately, under the bombardment of his magic weapons, really looked ridiculous.

As if to agree with me, the next moment when Qingyun and the little sword collided again, they finally couldn't bear it anymore, and it shattered completely with a bang.

The second brother asked me, "How about it, do you want to admit defeat?"

"I think I can solve this problem again." I threw away the lone sword handle in my hand and wiped the blood on my face.

"How to solve it?" The second senior brother sneered, "This is the power of money, there is no solution at all. Admit defeat, you can't break my Mountain and River Fan, and you don't even have a sword, how can you fight next?"

"Who said I don't have a sword?" I asked back.

"It's over, this guy is really out of his mind." The little brother said to the girl beside him, "Leave it here in broad daylight to talk in sleep."

The latter hesitated for a moment, "I think he's quite handsome... how can he not give up in such adversity."

"Handsome is useful." The little brother snorted, but after he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and overturned his previous words, "It's still useful to be handsome, but handsome can't conjure a sword for him."

The second brother saw that I was so desperate, he still refused to admit defeat, and finally got angry, he took a deep look at me, "Okay, you asked for it."

After finishing speaking, he urged Zixiao to stab me!

But this time, I stood where I was and didn't dodge. I just watched the little sword fly in front of me. I only turned my body slightly at the last moment.

And then...Zi Xiao pierced into my left rib!

An intense pain spread all over my body in an instant, almost making me faint from the pain, so painful that my tears and snot flowed out together.

Seeing this, the elder in charge of the battle seemed to want to stop the fight, but I yelled.

"Don't move, I can still fight!"

Hearing my words, he hesitated for a moment, but stopped in his tracks.

And I looked at the stunned second senior brother not far away, and grinned at him, "Second senior brother, my sword is here!"

After I finished speaking, I backhanded, grabbed Zixiao stuck between my ribs, and forcibly pulled it out from my chest again! ! !
　The lord has been added more, everyone go to bed early~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)