Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 51 Final victory

"The lineage of the Snow Mountain?" Taoist Iron Man and Shen Ruolan were a little curious. Yifan had such a great ability, but he had never heard of this sect.

The drunken Taoist was indifferent. For the Emei sect, the Buddhist Snow Mountain lineage is not a secret, and it even has a very close relationship with our sect.

He called his companions and assisted Yifan to restrain the sand and mist and place them in the valley, connecting the flattened hills together to form a huge platform.

The landform of this place has undergone great changes in a short period of time, but it is not a lie to see that the immortals moved mountains to fill the sea.

After doing all this, Yifan fell back to the ground, the Buddha's light flowed on his body, and the wounds healed one by one.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and a handful of red sand came out, which was the Wanmo soft red sand that he forcibly left in the wound.A grain is only the size of a sesame seed, crystal clear, and there is no fierceness at all.

The drunken Taoist bowed and said: "If it wasn't for the actions of fellow Taoists who sacrificed their lives for righteousness today, the lives of the people within a hundred miles may not be saved. If it is because of my nonsense that the lives are devastated, hundreds of deaths will not be able to atone for their sins."

Yi Fan didn't take it seriously, and said: "If Emei sent other people to invite me, I wouldn't even bother to answer them. You drunkard has a chivalrous heart, and you are rare in the world of practice. You are a fellow with me, so naturally you can help."

As the saying goes, there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.The word "Xia" of Yifan, a heroic monk, is well deserved.

The drunken Taoist didn't talk too much, he just cupped his hands and responded with the etiquette of the rivers and lakes.

Yi Fan also responded in the same way, saying: "You invited me here to deal with the poisonous dragon's obscurity, and now he has been seriously injured by my three-light pestle, and he may be free within seven days.

Even if there is a secret method in the western Yunnan sect, it can be postponed, but it will definitely not be able to persist for a few years.Unless there is an expert shot, it can be broken.But even so, it takes a while. "

After saying a few words, he excused something and went back to Sanyou Cave in Yichang to recuperate.

As soon as Yi Fan left, several sword lights came from the opposite side, the first one was Fa Yuan, who glanced at Yang Da with a gloomy expression, obviously already knew the result of the sword fight among the juniors.

"Monk Fayuan, Venerable Poison Dragon has already fled. You lost this sword fight. You should keep your promise and go back to the mountain and think about it behind closed doors, right?" the drunk Taoist asked.

Fa Yuan snorted coldly, and said: "You and I are the hosts, and the winner has not yet been decided, how can it be regarded as my loss?"

"Okay, since you don't see Huang He's heart is not dead, then I will help you." Drunk fellow Taoist has long known that the other party is not willing to admit defeat easily, so he said without hesitation, "If you lose again this time, don't play tricks!"

"Why should I play tricks? It's you instead, why don't you think about it earlier, which place is suitable to kowtow and admit your mistakes." Fa Yuan shouted.

Although an apprentice died, it was also a great achievement to be able to be replaced by Elder Emei to apologize publicly, which greatly increased the reputation of the Wutai faction.

The two fought several times, and they were already familiar with each other's methods, so they didn't hold back and came up to use the most powerful sword skills.

Zui Taoist's swordsmanship was handed down from Emei Kaipai Master Changmei Zhenren.

Master Changmei is the most outstanding fairy family in the past thousand years. His swordsmanship is unattainable. It has been passed down and his disciples have their own comprehension. Although they are not complete, they are far superior to ordinary peers.

Zui Dao is free and unrestrained by nature, and he is chivalrous. Although his swordsmanship is light and agile, he is not one to evade.

Meng Qiu was engrossed in watching it, and gained some insights. It's no wonder that Taoist Tie Liao called Taoist Zui one of the best swordsmen among his peers.

As for Fa Yuan on the opposite side, his swordsmanship is also very good. Most of the time, he doesn't lose the wind. Even if he falls occasionally, he can turn the situation back unexpectedly.

Meng Qiu was very puzzled on this point.Even if the drunken Taoist's swordsmanship is so fast that he can't see clearly occasionally, there are traces to follow.Sometimes it is obvious that one sword strike can win the victory, but it is a bit baffling to withdraw or avoid it.

Taoist Tie Liao seemed to see his doubts, and said softly: "Wutai School is also a big school famous for its swordsmanship, but their teachings, although they all pay attention to one sword to create ten thousand skills, they are not the same as ours.

For our kind, the sword skills should be purer. The derived sword qi thunder sound, sword qi turning into rainbow, refining sword into silk, etc. are all skills.

The Wutai School is different, it is not a pure sword skill, but a sword performance, working hard on the flying sword.As long as you practice a good flying sword, you can have supernatural powers.

It is rumored that Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch passed down several kinds of flying swords with incredible supernatural powers. It is not known which one Fayuan learned. "

Don't say that Taoist Iron Man doesn't know, even Taoist Drunk doesn't know. It's just that during the battle, there was a faint warning from spirituality, so he subconsciously mobilized the flying sword to deal with it, which made the sword move a bit strange.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, Taoist Zui was a little impatient, and said, "Monk Fa Yuan, this is not the first time we have fought swords, we have fought repeatedly, but we are all tied.

Now Venerable Poison Dragon and your disciples have lost one after another. If you have no other means, this match will be considered a loss. "

When meeting to fight swords, there is a saying that the host counts as one fight, the one who assists fights counts as one fight, and the disciples count as one fight.

If the host decides who is superior, he will know the outcome. Otherwise, if there is a tie, it will depend on how the other two games win or lose.

Fa Yuan did not dare to deny the rules set in front of Master Ji Le. He immediately gritted his teeth, tore off the necklace of nine skulls from his neck, and shouted:
"Today I will let you see and see, the magic weapon of the Wutai School is very powerful!"

On the 12th day of the Yuan Dynasty, the white bone rosary is divided into yin and yang, and there are 24 in a set. He worked hard to practice nine, but he thinks that even if it is not perfect, it is enough to deal with the enemy.

The Xugou Yangzhu is in the northwest and corresponds to the Qian Gua; the Shenhou Yinzhu is in the southwest and corresponds to the Kun Gua; the Maotu Yinzhu is in the east and corresponds to the Zhen Gua; the Sisnake Yinzhu is in the southeast and corresponds to the Xun Hexagram; the Zishu Yangzhu is in the north and corresponds to the Kan Gua;

Together with the Weiyang Yin Pearl sent by the Zhonggong to Kun, they form a large array of nine palaces, enclosing the drunk Taoist inside.

Nine skulls turned into the size of mangoes, with dark flames emanating from the hollow eye sockets, the upper and lower teeth collided and opened and closed, and black mist gushed out continuously, flickering and appearing, making it hard to figure out.

Meng Qiu just stared at a certain one, and felt horrified, as if a great terror was coming.This kind of power is not the same as Mao Tai's use.He thought to himself that he had met him, and he had no choice but to turn into a rainbow and escape.

For a while, there were gusts of dark wind, black smoke curling up, mournful and urgent whistling.

The drunk Taoist looked serious, retracted the sword to protect himself, and stretched out his palm to urge him. The sword light flashed, and a thunderbolt suddenly appeared, which exploded in the black mist, sweeping away the surrounding area, and then there were bursts of rumbling and thundering sounds.

"Sword Qi and Thunder Sound!" Meng Qiu's eyes lit up.

One of the unique skills in swordsmanship, the sword energy is fierce, like thunder; the sword is so fast that the sound often comes, and the flying sword has already traveled for an unknown how long;

It's just that Fa Yuan had expected it a long time ago, and with a finger pointing, the black mist surged again, endlessly.

"Sure enough, it's still too difficult to break your magic weapon with swordsmanship alone." The drunken Taoist shook his head and said, "Forget it, I won't waste the time of fellow Taoists."

He put away his flying sword, and took out a simple and simple drill, two inches long, like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, with the inscription "Suzaku" written in seal script on it, emitting colorful rays of light in the black mist.

Mana poured into it, and when the hair was drilled, there was a red light with two pointed ends, about ten feet long, multicolored light and large sparks shot out from the front tip, like thunderbolts, exploding like rain, hitting the black mist.

At that time, the red light was hundreds of feet high, the clouds were full of colors, the divine fire filled the sky, and the rainbow and lightning danced together.

Fa Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground, looked at Chen Taizhen, and shouted mournfully: "Suiren Drill! The Qingcheng faction is so cruel, and Shorty Zhu is such a vicious person!"

(End of this chapter)