The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 142 The fate of life

Yu Jiaolong's words were earth-shattering, and Fang Xun didn't even know that his immediate superior had begun to doubt him.

When the old man heard this question, he said with a strange expression.

"That guy just used a superior Taoist sword technique. I really can't tell from just these two moves. But why did you doubt him?"

The middle-aged woman next to him also had a strange expression on her face. In her opinion, Fang Xun could not be the ghost-faced man. It was still the same reason, a person at the acquired realm could not kill a person at the awakened realm.

At this moment, a sword force suddenly rose into the sky from the Sword Stage, and two swordsmen at the Kaiqiao realm suddenly started fighting.

Both of them had explored their own limits and did not dare to go any further, so they started to compete on the spot.

Soon, other pairs of swordsmen in similar situations began to fight.

It would be of great benefit for them to practice sword skills in such an environment.

While the swordsmen were practicing sword skills, they were also trying to comprehend the reflection of Mu Qingkong's sword intent on themselves. This was like having an unrivaled master above the level of divine will giving them instructions and pointing out the shortcomings in their sword skills.

In an instant, the Sword Stage was filled with sword lights, causing the audience outside to exclaim and cheer, although they did not have the strength to enter the Sword Stage.

But just by watching the swordsmen's exquisite and profound sword techniques, they all felt that they had benefited greatly.

However, Yu Jiaolong and the other two didn't care about the situation on the field at all and were still discussing Fang Xun.

The weird thing is, they were talking as if no one was around, and other people nearby seemed not to hear them at all, and even subconsciously ignored the existence of the three people.

“Initially, I didn’t actually doubt him, but I started to doubt him after I received the news that the Ghost-Faced Man appeared at the foot of Mojian Peak.

More than three months ago, when the Ghost-faced Man killed the Seven Killers, Fang Xun happened to be nearby. And five days ago, when the Ghost-faced Man killed Mo Tianming and Duan Hai, Fang Xun was also nearby. These two coincidences made me a little suspicious of him. "

The old man's expression became even more strange after hearing this, while the middle-aged woman spoke thoughtfully.

"Hearing what you said, it seems that he is indeed suspicious, but there is one more thing. When the incident happened more than three months ago, Fang Xun was only in the post-natal realm. This alone is enough to dispel his suspicion."

Yu Jiaolong smiled and said, “Of course I have considered this, but what if Fang Xun had already advanced to the Tongmai realm when the incident happened more than three months ago?

Although it is still a fantasy for a Tongmai Realm to kill a Kaiqiao Realm Realm, it is not impossible given Fang Xun's speed of growth after entering the Houtian Realm. "

Having said this, she paused and turned her gaze to Jian Wuyi on the sword platform.

At this time, Jian Wuyi was still slowly approaching the center, but his speed was much slower than before. It seemed that he was comprehending the sword intent while moving forward. He had already passed the periphery and entered the central area.

“Fang Xun and Jian Wuyi’s situations are actually very similar.

After Jian Wuyi broke through the Tongmai realm, he did not continue to advance rapidly. Instead, he treated himself as a sword to be sharpened. He was stuck in the Tongmai realm for eight long years before he completed his accumulation. Now he is finally about to break through and become enlightened.

Fang Xun, on the other hand, was a man of first-rate talent, but due to his precocity, his mind became complicated and he was stuck outside the realm of the acquired world for seven years.

But these seven years were not wasted. During these seven years, he completely refined his state of mind to perfection, and then once he broke through, he made rapid progress.

In less than half a month, he killed many innate masters in succession. Even Du Feng, who was ranked 93rd on the Dragon and Phoenix List, was killed by his sword. After that, when he came to Guangling Prefecture, he was unstoppable and directly demonstrated his strength to resist the awakening realm head-on.

But is this really all his strength at that time?"

The old man and the middle-aged woman looked more and more strange as they listened. As soon as she finished speaking, the old man spoke.

"After hearing what you said, I also began to doubt that kid. Looking at his magical weapon, it looks like a sword but not a sword, and like a knife but not a knife. His knife skills must be no less than mine.

Haha, I didn't realize that this guy hid so well before, and he even practiced swordsmanship very well. I remember that the ghost-faced man seemed to be also an expert in both swordsmanship and sabers. But if he is really the ghost-faced man, what would you do?"

Yu Jiaolong laughed and said, "Of course he did nothing. Fang Xun has a clean record. Could it be that the Six Gates cannot accommodate such a genius?
With subordinates like this, I might even be laughed at in my dreams."

Suddenly, Yu Jiaolong stopped talking and looked towards the field. The old man and the middle-aged woman also turned their heads and saw a burst of golden light blooming outside the Sword Stage, attracting a lot of attention.

Yu Jiaolong's smile widened after seeing this: "I didn't expect that Fang Xun's subordinates are not easy to deal with."

The three of them saw Yan Ming also stepping into the Liujiantai.

Yan Ming was not proficient in swordsmanship, and he entered the Liujiantai not to comprehend Mu Qingkong's sword intent, but to practice the "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art".

When he took a step in, he suddenly felt that the sword marks on the ground seemed to come alive, turning into thousands of sword lights attacking him.

Yan Ming instinctively used his skills to transform into a golden man. He felt as if the sword lights hitting his body were tempering him. There was actually a clear improvement in his "Indestructible Golden Light" skills.

Ding--

There seemed to be a series of crisp and pleasant impact sounds ringing in his ears, which only he could hear, forming a mysterious frequency.

Yan Ming's body was being tempered like forging a weapon, and the internal energy in his body began to vibrate constantly. He gradually fell into a mysterious state of enlightenment.

In this way, Yan Ming moved forward step by step, and suddenly stopped when he felt his limit.

Gray sweat was seen flowing on his body, and the golden light on his body gradually began to dim. The progress of "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art" was also gradually moving towards perfection.

This good fortune alone can save him a year of hard training, and he can perfect the "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art" today!
Fang Xun, who had already arrived at the center of Liujiantai at this time, also noticed the changes in Yan Ming behind him.

He looked at Dongfang Que who was closing his eyes to comprehend the sword intent, smiled, and retracted his gaze, continuing to move towards the center. The Sword Retention Platform on the top of the mountain was large enough, and the more than 200 swordsmen in the arena had suppressed their skills to the acquired perfection, which was enough to accommodate their sword fighting.

Fang Xun ignored the competitions taking place nearby and walked straight towards Jian Wuyi.

Then he saw Jian Wuyi, with each step he took, the sharp sword intent was restrained a little, his aura became more rounded, and his face became more gentle.

When Fang Xun saw Jian Wuyi like this, he was also delighted.

"Haha, you really didn't disappoint me. You finally know how to restrain your sword intent. It seems that you are not exaggerating to say that you can break through and gain enlightenment by fighting with me."

He immediately quickened his pace, and in a few blinks he came to the other person's side and walked side by side.

When Jian Wuyi noticed his arrival, he turned his head slightly, and his eyes shone brightly.

"I didn't expect that you have made progress in the past few days."

Jian Wuyi's voice was still as cold as iron, but now it had a hint of humanity.

Fang Xun smiled and said, "You are the same, too. The Sword God's sword intent has also brought you great benefits."

Both of them were very satisfied with each other's progress and were looking forward to a battle in the near future.

As he spoke, his steps did not stop as he slowly walked towards the Feixue Sword in the center.

Jian Wuyi was not actually very interested in the Feixue Sword. Not to mention that with the heritage of the Divine Sword Lake, there would be no shortage of a spiritual sword, and he himself was the best sword.

Fang Xun was also in a go-with-the-flow mood. He already had the "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building All Night" scene, so even if he got the Feixue Sword, it would only be icing on the cake for him.

As the two of them moved forward, they were also feeling Mu Qingkong's sword intent.

Fang Xun had seen the vibrant side before, and now he finally saw the dead side.

Fang Xun felt death, destruction, and at the same time, doom.

Not long after he had gained a deep understanding, Fang Xun could not help but frown. The sword intent gave him a very strange feeling. He felt an incomparable demonic nature in the side of death.

He saw in the sword intent a person who had a great love for life, and in an instant he turned into a world-destroying demon. This made him start to recall some records about Mu Qingkong.

More than nine hundred years ago, in Mu Qingkong's era, after Xue Linlang, another peerless demon appeared in the devil's way and wanted to massacre the world with blood.

The weird thing is that this devil kills anyone he sees, even those who are part of the evil sect.

Xue Linlang caused a blood disaster that swept the world in pursuit of a higher realm, but this demon, whose name Fang Xun didn't know, had extremely strange motives, as if he was just killing for the sake of killing.

And then, the devil met Mu Qingkong, and then, nothing happened.
Recalling this, Fang Xun felt filled with wonder.

"Tsk, how miserable this devil is, born in the same era as Mu Qingkong."

Jian Wuyi, who was beside him, saw that he looked thoughtful and thought that he was thinking about Mu Qingkong's sword intent, so he explained casually.

"You should have sensed it, this is Master Mu's Sword of Life and Death. His sword art is life, and it also contains the calamity of life, bringing calamity to others."

Suddenly Fang Xun felt even more puzzled.

'What is it to bring misfortune to others?
Why do I feel that Mu Qingkong might be more professional in this promising profession of destroying the world than that unnamed demon leader? '

But immediately, Fang Xun put this idea behind him, slowly approached the center, closed his eyes, and concentrated on comprehending Mu Qingkong's "Sword of Life and Death".

He and Jian Wuyi were the two people who were the deepest inside, and they were less than two hundred meters away from the Feixue Sword.

There were only four people in the second echelon, which was slightly further out, but two of them had reached their limit and stopped moving forward. They just stood there and concentrated on comprehending the sword intent.

Among them, Xiao Qianfeng and Yue Liuli were prominently listed, in addition to the two of them.

The second echelon also includes Bai Wufeng, who was ranked 19th on the Dragon and Phoenix List and broke through to the Awakening Realm, and another old man in hemp clothes.

After that, Dongfang Que was in the third echelon, and Yan Ming was in the fourth echelon, honing his "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art".
The further out you go, the more people there are.

However, everyone outside the venue focused their eyes on Fang Xun and Jian Wuyi, and everyone was looking forward to their exciting duel.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the two of them advanced about a hundred meters, Fang Xun and Jian Wuyi both felt that they were reaching their limit and stopped at the same time.

The two looked at each other without saying anything, but they both saw a strong desire to fight in each other's eyes.

There was a clear sword chanting sound, and 'Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building All Night' sounded for no reason and appeared in Fang Xun's hand in an instant.

In an instant, the sword light was bright, green, and curved, like a crescent moon rising into the sky, and it was dazzling in an instant.

At the same time, Jian Wuyi stretched out a finger to meet the attack. He used his finger as a sword, but a strange gray aura lingered between his fingers, as if a disaster had come.

This finger was not fast, but it was just right, and it hit the tip of Fang Xun's sword. The crescent moon that had just been cut out dimmed as if it could not escape fate, and disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, not only the people outside the field, but even the swordsmen in the Sword Stage stopped fighting or meditating, and looked towards the two people in the central area, watching them intently, afraid of missing even a single moment.

(End of this chapter)