Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The torrential rain pours like a column, scouring every corner of the dense forest.

Those trees and vines that have been invaded by the evil spirit and can wriggle a little, at this moment, it seems that they have suffered some great terror, shrinking tightly, not dare to hang down.

In the dense forest, three big tree trunks stand with three figures.

Huang Ying is holding the sword, her body is soaked in the rain, but she is murderous. She is worthy of being the chief of the Xuanji sword pavilion. Lin Muzhe didn't want to kill Huang Ying forcefully from the beginning, but just dragged her. Let the beast tide kill Fang Lang and the others, so that her goal is achieved.

But Lin Muzhe frowned at the moment, looking at Fang Lang in the blood shirt in the distance.

The beast tide receded, and Fang Lang was not dead.

Not only did he not die, but he also appeared in front of her, telling her not to rush away?

It's extremely ridiculous...Although the beast tide failed to kill Fang Lang this time, why was a little guy who had just entered the third-rank Sword Gang Realm so utterly speaking!

Huang Ying also saw Fang Lang, and there was a hint of joy in her eyes, and then her expression tightened.

Lin Muzhe is a nine-duan sword artistic conception.

It was only a short mile away from the upper fourth rank realm, and Fang Lang could not stop it with such strength.

Moreover, Huang Ying always knew that Lin Muzhe still had no hole cards.

It is rumored that Lin Muzhe received the inheritance of a deceased sword fairy from the Eastern Lu Jianzong, so her sword is by no means unusual.

Huang Ying may have confidence to stop him, but Fang Lang is absolutely unstoppable, and will even be killed by a single blow!

Lin Muzhe smiled.

The gorgeous face under the hat, the smile with a touch of sorrow.

However, a little vigilance emerged in her heart, and Fang Lang dared to stop her, fearing that he might be emboldened.

Bang!

Lin Mu covered his body like a shrimp, then bounced, leaping high.

In an instant, the aura on her body began to rise steadily, and countless rain seemed to swirl and circle with her body.

The tide of beasts receded, and she could no longer waste time here, she had to leave.

Now it seems that the task ordered by the nobleman has failed, and Lin Muzhe feels a little regretful in his heart.

"The Sect Master let me enter the Youzhou Demon Que, and I must kill you Fang Lang with his own hands, and now it happens to be delivered by yourself."

Lin Muzhe said indifferently.

Within the cyclone's dantian, the sword intent was blooming, and in an instant, countless rains seemed to be cut in half by a sword intent!

"It's a trivial third-class, the mantis arm is a car, I don't know whether to live or die."

Lin Muzhe looked at Fang Lang, condescending.

In the next instant, the sword air from her lungs was gushing, as if she turned into a sword flower, rolling up countless rain swords, like a colorful python, curling towards Fang Lang.

In the dense forest, waves were instantly set off, and the tree trunks were cut by sword gas and covered with fragmentary sword marks, and they were devastated.

Huang Ying's color changed.

However, she hadn't made a move yet, but she saw Fang Lang in blood, smiling brightly.

Raised the sword in his hand.

That handle, lotus.

But seeing Fang Lang handing out a sword innocently, in an instant, countless rain exploded and the colorful giant python ran into him, and Fang Lang drove out a rain lotus on the ground.

The giant python collided with the sword lotus, and countless sword qi scattered, stirring everywhere in the dense forest.

Huang Ying shook out the sword gas casually, smashing a few surging sword waves.

Her eyes were shining, and she even stared enthusiastically at the lotus sword in Fang Lang's hand.

"That's the lotus sword of Sovereign Taihua... the little junior should rely on the power of the lotus sword to fight the beast tide!"

Huang Ying made up everything in an instant.

Xuanyuan Taihua, in the heart of every disciple of Jianshu Sect, it is like a god, and it is the goal and pursuit of every disciple's diligent practice.

The python shattered, and Lin Muzhe stepped on a few broken raindrops and fell back onto the tree trunk, staring at Fang Lang with vigilant eyes.

"The lotus sword of Taihua Sword Immortal!"

Lin Muzhe's words were full of solemnity.

"Yes, I'm not afraid."

Fang Lang held the Liansheng sword and smiled kindly, but with the blood coat, it looked... inexplicably scary.

"It is rumored that Sovereign Taihua has four swords, lotus life, lotus death, lotus wheel, lotus back...Each handle contains great power."

"The lotus sword fell in Jianshu, and the sword of the sword has been unfailing for thousands of years. The lotus death sword is located in the Maizong. I have studied the Maizong for ten years. I don't know if I have gained it. Domineering, the Lianhui sword is inserted in the Dao Tomb of the Dao Sect, which is unreasonable."

Lin Muzhe stared at the lotus sword in Fang Lang's hand, extremely afraid.

"However, you pulled out the Lotus Sword. This is a signal. Xuanyuan Taihua's disappearance has been frightened for more than ten years. Now, some nobles can't sit still."

Lin Muzhe let out a suffocating breath, and held the sword in his hand again.

"It is also an honor to be able to confront the Lotus Sword."

Lin Muzhe's words made Fang Lang stunned. It turns out that Lianshengjian still has three companions?

Lian Sheng, Lian Death, Lian Wheel, Lian Hui... Isn't this the combination of life and death?

Is this the sword of Sect Master Taihua?

Fang Lang shook his head. Today, he still can't touch this level, this kendo level is too high.

"Who made you come?"

"The Third Prince Li Liancheng?"

Fang Lang stood up, with his sword fingers close together, and gently wiped the body of the Liansheng Sword, and with the Qingyu sword chant, he threw away the water stains on the sword, said.

In general, it could only be the third prince, the owner of this domineering royal bloodline.

This is to avenge the grudge he stabbed three swords last time?

But Lin Muzhe stopped speaking.

There are some things she can't say.

"Don't tell me..."

"Then I will give you a big gift."

Fang Lang smiled kindly, "I killed Lin Yun, I will send you to see Lin Yun."

"The family is neat and tidy."

"Is this a big gift?"

Fang Lang said.

After the words fell, Fang Lang's body moved, feeling the explosive power contained in his body. In the next instant, Fang Lang's figure disappeared in an instant.

Leveraging the card, borrowing the power of Wen Ting.

A solid and incomparable nine-duan sword mood.

It can be said that he is the first person in the lower fourth stage, because with Wen Ting's fundamental talent, he should have entered the upper fourth stage long ago.

For some unknown reasons, Wen Ting has been stuck at the pinnacle of the Fourth Grade Sword Artistic Conception.

This is not a big problem for Fang Lang, as long as he can use his strength.

Brush the lotus sword lightly with your fingers.

Fang Lang felt the seeds of sword intent in his body cheering, as if a faint shadow of Wen Ting appeared behind him.

Xu Ying held the sword, but saw that the sword seemed to come alive, with his mouth open, and he swallowed the sword spirit of Jianyi bit by bit.

Lin Muzhe coldly and solemnly.

According to the description of the Southern Sect Master, of the four swords left by the Taihua Sword Immortal, the Liansheng Sword contains the least mystery, because the Liansheng Sword does not suppress the Shu sect, but the other three handles are suppressing the various sects. Strong presence.

However, it seems that it is not always the case.

Fang Lang was able to use Liansheng to burst out such a powerful power, the mysteriousness of the Liansheng sword must be extremely deep!

As expected of Xuanyuan Taihua!

The first sword fairy in the Tang Dynasty!

Worthy of being the sword weapon of the first sword fairy!

Fortunately, Fang Lang only pulled out a handful of lotus. If all the other three swords were pulled out together, then this...I'm afraid he will become the second Xuanyuan Taihua!

Lin Muzhe let out a sigh of relief. In her cyclone dantian, an ancient sword qi seemed to be awakened.

That is the inheritance of the late sword immortal of the Eastern Lu Sword Sect she got!

Today, I borrowed the sword of the sword fairy to cut the champion!

Lin Mu's eyes condensed, and there were countless swords bursting out of his body, and the heavy rain poured back into the sky, and countless raindrops seemed to be stagnant.

Huang Ying waved the sword in her hand with a solemn expression.

However, she suddenly looked in Fang Lang's direction, staring blankly.

It was discovered that Fang Lang at this moment gradually overlapped with the figure of the man back then.

Did Wen Ting even pass this sword trick to Fang Lang?

Huang Ying was inexplicably sad.

Lin Muzhe felt the constant gushing power, and with the help of this sword aura that seemed to have gone through a thousand years, her strength instantly straddled the shackles of the fourth rank, bursting out an attack of the upper fourth rank.

If Lin Muzhe feels it, after this time, she has tried the power of the fourth rank, and may be able to easily step into the fourth rank.

The benefits of this sword are huge to her.

"dead!"

The world was quiet for a moment.

The raindrops were cut, and the forest curtain was covering at this moment, his clothes fluttered, and the face under the hat was extremely solemn, as if it turned into a peerless fairy.

The sword in her hand seemed to linger with a ray of sword aura, and that ray of sword aura agitated between the heaven and the earth, exuding the colossal pressure!

The sword spirit of the sword fairy.

The forest screen floats, the brilliance on the body is extremely dazzling, a ray of sword energy, like a beam of light, illuminates this dark and silent world.

And the other side.

Fang Lang was in a **** coat, and the original majestic aura on his body began to be introverted and kept introverted until it disappeared completely, just like an ordinary ordinary person.

The peerless sword fairy faced an ordinary man holding a sword.

A duel without any suspense.

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Youzhou Demon Que.

At the Liuqianli Station, under the heavy rain, it was still difficult to dissipate the austere breath.

Here banners are deployed in the rain curtain, and the armor is heavily armored, and strong men in armor stand among them.

Zhou Zhouyuan, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, had a golden armor and a pale expression. By his side, he was surrounded by strong leaders from various sects, all practitioners of the upper fourth stage.

Wen Ting of the Fourth Grade Jianyi Realm is somewhat conspicuous and alternative.

After taking a sip of the wolfberry tea in the gourd, Wen Ting looked towards the depths of the dense forest with a dazed look, where he seemed to sense a ray of resonance.

That resonance made his soul stir.

who is it?

Also, what happened in the jungle?

On the other side, Zhou Yiyuan, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, glanced at Wen Ting, his eyes moved slightly.

"Wen Ting, back then, it was also a well-known gentleman sword in Chang'an. Although it is regrettable that you missed the champion of that session, your reputation is still not low in Chang'an. Now thirteen years have passed, and your cultivation level has not been achieved. Do you regret too much growth?"

"At the beginning, the great prince recruited you, but you refused, and even swung a sword at the great prince, and you were defeated by Jianxin. Otherwise, with your talent, you may now be able to step into the seventh stage."

Zhou Yuan said, "Don't you regret it?"

Wen Ting didn't seem to expect Zhou Yiyuan would come to chat with him specially.

Putting down the gourd with wolfberry tea, Wen Ting shook his head, "No regrets."

"After that time, I was considered a blessing in disguise, and I was favored by Sect Master Taihua, and I was rewarded with a sword art."

"The shadow the prince gave me is still there, but I am not afraid, and even I am looking forward to the moment of swinging the sword again all the time."

Wen Ting smiled gently, "Don't look at me, but I am very strong."

Wen Ting said that he is very strong.

Many strong sect leaders around all smiled, a fourth-rank realm, no matter how strong it is, how strong can it be.

Zhou Yiyuan looked at Wen Ting and seemed to see the meaning in Wen Ting's smile.

Wen Ting's sword is very strong, but how strong is it?

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Feed the sword with the body.

This is the system's remarks to Wen Ting.

Fang Lang didn't know what it was like to feed the sword with the body, he knew that the warming up was a man who had an accident.

However, at this moment, Fang Lang also felt a little bit of the power of "feeding a sword with his body" through the use of Lili Card and Wen Ting.

Fang Lang felt the sword energy in his dantian, Jian Gang continuously poured into the lotus sword.

The original cultivation base that had worked so hard to cultivate to the Sword Gang Realm was actually falling rapidly, falling back to the 9th Sword Master, and then falling again and again.

Finally...Fang Shi stopped when he fell to the nine-duan swordsman.

However, the lotus sword in his hand became more and more ordinary.

Fang Lang suddenly felt a little empty.

Suddenly he understood a little bit of warming up.

Although Fang Lang fell into the realm, he felt that he had become stronger, and he kept this sword with the realm.

An ordinary sword.

This is Wen Ting's sword!

Swordsmanship!

Feed the sword with the cultivation base!

The more you fall, the stronger the sword!

The more virtual, the stronger the sword!

Lin Mu covered the extremely gorgeous sword glow, wrapped in a thousand-year-old sword spirit, curled up and cut countless branches and trunks.

The mud in the dense forest exploded.

Lin Muzhe's sword slashed towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's face was pale, facing Lin Muzhe's gorgeous sword, he could only hold the sword flat, as if he had exhausted all of his strength by raising the sword flat.

In the distance, Huang Ying watched the two swords collide.

It's like a vast ocean, sweeping a rock!

Bang! ! !

The muddy water waves were blown up by the sword energy all around, and the extremely gorgeous sword energy seemed to be an inverted white rainbow!

Lin Mu's face changed!

But seeing Fang Lang's unremarkable sword, it seemed to be full of unwillingness in front of her eyes, with a sense of injustice in the world, unstoppable!

Can't even dare to stop!

Om...

Jian Xian's sword aura seemed to be transformed into a misty figure.

The figure raised his hand and picked up a ray of sword energy, like the sword fairy slashing towards Fang Lang's sword!

However, Fang Lang's sword at the moment is not afraid!

For ten years, even the sword fairy can cut it!

Of course, this is not Fang Lang, but Wen Ting.

Fang Lang just borrowed this idea.

The strength of the two stalemate, the sword spirit of Jian Xian is just a sword aura after all!

Puff, be wiped out!

Gorgeous and ordinary, after all, ordinary wears away the gorgeous.

After that, Lin Mu shrank his eyes and looked at the lotus sword that was constantly enlarged in her eyes.

The sword qi that was wearing the hat on his head was suddenly cut in half, splitting it in half, and shot it towards both sides.

Lin Muzhe's glamorous and cold face was exposed~www.ltnovel.com~ With silky hair sticking to her white cheeks, I felt pity.

With astonishment in her face, she watched the infinitely ordinary sword filled with all its brilliance and filled her chest.

An ordinary sword, but it contains great power.

Instantly, the meridians that conduct spiritual energy and sword energy in her body were broken every inch.

With a gentle smile on Fang Lang's face, he calmly looked at Lin Muzhe.

The torrential rain that was lifted upside down into the stagnant void, lost the control of its power, and smashed to the ground with a sudden vent, the world was in an uproar, brushing down the remaining leaves of countless trees.

Lin Muzhe slowly lowered his head and looked at the sword tip that revealed an inch of his heart. The sword tip was snowing like a blood lotus.

Fang Lang with a frail face raised his arms and wrists, and suddenly pushed them horizontally, pressing against Lin Muzhe's neck.

Pressing her down continuously from the tree!

And in the process of falling.

Fang Lang withdrew the Lotus Sword in his hand, turned the tip of the sword, and stabbed it out again.

One sword, another sword, another sword.

Sword into the body.

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