Can Scientific Cultivators Penetrate into the Second Dimension

Unlike the previous Zongzhu Zhang and Master Zi, this Daoist Gong of Wu Yunzong really talked too much. In order to avoid being disturbed by his injuries, he could only mention the existence of his master.

The effect was remarkable. After hearing the name of the master, Gong Zhenren couldn't help opening his mouth. He didn't dare to say too much later, but said cautiously that he would check it out and left in a hurry.

However, the one who came back later was not Master Gong, but Master Wuyun.

"Master Sword Demon will be interested in a mere low-level monk who is not even a golden core, which really makes the deity curious."

With a sympathetic smile, Master Wuyun told him about the "Purple and Green Twin Swords": "I didn't notice the existence of this son before, but not long ago, several disciples of my sect were in Suxuan. It was broken over there, I thought it was not a big deal if it was broken, but after some investigation, it was found that this person might be related to the person that Master Sword Demon was looking for, so I simply handed it over to Nephew Xing for disposal. "

He got up to thank him, took the jade slip from Master Wuyun and checked it carefully.

At this time, Master Wuyun made another suggestion to him: "The situation in Su Xuanling is complicated. If my nephew goes alone, there will inevitably be twists and turns. How about contacting nephew Bu first to help?"

"Third senior brother... that's fine."

Thinking of the third senior brother's status in Su Xuanling, he nodded after thinking about it for a while, and said, "Left and right is the matter of the master, and the third senior brother will not refuse."

After that, everything went smoothly. With the identity of the third senior brother, he first contacted a sect in Suxuan Ling who was good at inquiring and collecting information. However, that person was hiding too deep, so when he was actually found and confirmed his location, he had already contacted him. Two years have passed.

Considering that the master might come back at any time, he didn't choose to wait any longer. Instead, he set off directly from Yujian in the Nanling Mountains, crossed half of the Xinan collar and two-thirds of the Suxuan collar, and found the man.

Tianheng Mountain.

From a distance, he saw the person his master had mentioned, so when he drew his sword, he said a word: "Master Sword Demon's eighth prisoner Xing Shengrui, this time, according to the master's order, come here Try the sword."

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"—Master Sword Demon's eighth prisoner Xing Shengrui, this time according to Master's order, come to try the sword."

Lin Xiu was taken aback when he heard the abrupt "self-introduction", and then he couldn't help laughing: "I thought it was because of something on me, but it was for this."

I have to say that this world is exactly the same as the world before Lin Xiu crossed over in many aspects, but there are also many things that are completely different. At least in that world, there is no such kind of tossing and paying hundreds of thousands of lives for two full years. Just for "testing the sword" thing.

absurd?

Or gladly?

Perhaps both, or neither, Lin Xiu only knew that he must not let this disciple of the Venerable Master who came from a "thousands of miles" come back disappointed. This is neither in line with the host's hospitality, nor It is not in line with the endless positions of both parties.

"Then—how about looking at my sword first?"

Nine flying swords flew out from the Qiankun bag around the side, facing the spiritual pressure deterrent unique to Jindan Daoist in front of him, which made it difficult for monks in the lower realm to even have the will to resist. The veins glowed with a strange blue-red light.

So far, Xing Shengrui still has the expression of Gujing Wubo. To him, this is just a necessary action to fulfill Master's "whimsical" idea. He has done many similar things. It can be expected that there will be no less in the future, and this time will not be different. Just draw the sword, swing the sword, and draw the sword-everything will happen naturally and end naturally.

——In theory, that should be the case.

"clang----!!!"

This is the sound of the sword, which is no stranger to any monk who practices swordsmanship and kendo, let alone a disciple of Master Sword Ghost who regards the sword as his life.

Xing Shengrui had heard the sound of the sword cry and caused it countless times, but there had never been one like this time - "heavy".

From the sudden disappearance of the flying sword to being stopped less than three feet in front of him, the distance of three hundred feet in the middle seemed to not exist at all.

At this moment, it is not so much that he noticed the trace of Feijian and stopped it, but it is better to say that he predicted the coming of the crisis and reacted instinctively.

It doesn't stop there.

The huge thrust attached to the flying sword directly pushed back Xing Chengrui with the sword from the midair for more than a hundred feet. Accompanied by the scream of the air being torn apart, Xing Shengrui watched helplessly as he was pressed against him In front of the dharma sword, there was a chi-length flying sword whose body was shattered little by little.

What's up, it's coming.

"boom--------!!!"

In an instant, the blazing fire engulfed the ground around him, mixed with sword energy, sword intent, and all-pervasive violent spiritual energy, constantly squeezing and destroying his living space.

Fortunately, he was able to get out of it by relying on the protective clothing on his body, but before he had time to catch his breath, another familiar sense of crisis came quietly.

He suddenly raised his head and looked forward, only to see that five hundred zhang away, among the eight flying swords surrounding the "Purple and Green Twin Swords", two more were aimed at his position.

"——!!!"

164. Trying the Sword at Tianheng Mountain, Establishing the Foundation and Slaying the Golden Elixir! Next

He was not given any chance to display his exquisite swordsmanship at all. At the very moment, Xing Shengrui did not care about the damage to his body, and burst out all the magic power in the golden core in an instant, just to be able to escape from the orbit of these two "flying swords". get away.

Relying on the insight of Jindan Daoist, he has already seen through the huge flaws of this unbelievably powerful "flying sword" just now: as long as it leaves its attack track, it is impossible to attack with a foundation-level spiritual sense. To control such a sword speed.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

It's one thing to be able to think about it, it's another thing not to be able to do it.

Under Xing Shengrui's reckless eruption, he did avoid the trajectory of a flying sword. The flying sword pierced through a distance of a thousand feet in less than half a breath, slanting into the mountainside of Tianheng Mountain, accompanied by a loud noise The explosion made the entire Tianheng Mountain tremble continuously.

At the same time, he couldn't avoid the other flying sword. He could only grit his teeth and push his own flying sword up. However, he had to endure the explosion abruptly.

Trying his best to break free from the aftermath of the explosion, Xing Shengrui, who was covered in a mess, raised his head again. Under his gaze of "Gujing Wubo", which he could no longer maintain, three flying swords that were forbidden to move were clearly reflected.

They all aimed directly at where he was.

"This fellow Taoist, how about eating my three swords again?"

Accompanied by hearty laughter, the three flying swords all disappeared.

"Ahhh—Jianguang differentiation, stop me!"

At this moment, Xing Shengrui no longer has the slightest contempt in his heart, let alone the steady sword heart that he has deliberately maintained all this time, what is only there is the ferocious and decisive moment of life and death.

Unreservedly squeezing the magic power in the golden core, the original flying sword that was only a single handle was split into two, and then divided into four, and three of them hit Lin Xiu's "Thunderbolt-1" empty flying sword , and the two collide with each other to cancel each other.

Accompanied by three huge "fireworks" in the sky above Tianheng Mountain, the violent air waves and impacts scraped down Tianheng Mountain not far below, and the vacated fourth flying sword deftly bypassed the range of the explosion , attacked Lin Xiu like a poisonous snake.

In this regard, Lin Xiu's choice is very simple.

The remaining three flying swords all stopped turning, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Xing Chengrui's location.

Halfway through the split sword light paused, and then retreated at a faster speed——

"Fellow Daoist, this is the Seventh Eighty Ninth Sword, it's ready."

Amidst the piercing screams, three flying swords appeared in front of Xing Shengrui, and hit his magic weapon for protection in his ever-shrinking pupils. Naturally, it couldn't penetrate the magic weapon due to its material, and could only shatter like glass. .

But accompanied by the inaudible cracking sound, the things blooming from the sword body were enough to cover up the majesty of all magic weapons.

"boom--------!!!"

This is the most violent explosion since the beginning of the fight. Even Tianheng Mountain, which is [-] feet below, is inevitably affected. It was broken directly. From a distance, it looks like a giant reached out and pressed down. The picture is spectacular.

However, Lin Xiu didn't pay too much attention, just took a glance, then retracted his gaze, and returned to the figure gradually revealed from the firelight, with emotion and admiration: "The real person is worthy of being a real person, and the vitality is almost beyond me. The human category of cognition."

It's no wonder that Lin Xiu would say that, after all, the eighth apprentice of Master Sword Demon is a bit exaggerated in terms of appearance.

As the price of taking three "Thunderbolt-1" air-to-air flying swords from the front, his entire front has been completely changed, and there is not a single intact place on his body. Putting it in the world before crossing, at least, "the burn area exceeds 80%" His fatal injuries, and this does not include his almost exposed chest and abdomen, and he can even see the wriggling organs through the aura of the magic weapon that is so thin that it almost does not exist.

But even with such an injury, Xing Shengrui is still alive, able to maintain a clear consciousness, and even has enough energy to drive Feijian——

"call out--"

——He came to beheaded.

Probably because of the heavy injury on his body, Xing Shengrui is not only unable to perform the "Sword Light Differentiation" just now, but even Yujian's speed has been reduced by more than several times. The left eye can barely catch the sword track and avoid it with the Xihe sword.

It's just that the "Thunderbolt-1" empty flying sword around him has been exhausted, and Lin Xiu had to retreat again and again when he could only be hit on one side, constantly avoiding to higher sky.

Regarding this scene, Xing Chengrui, with an unforgettable killing intent and hatred in his eyes, naturally pursued the victory. When he was about to slay the damned "Purple and Green Double Swords" under the sword, he suddenly saw him flying from the handle. Step out on the sword, letting the body fall under the drag of gravity.

——He wants to commit suicide?

The idea just surfaced but was overthrown in an instant, not because of anything else, people who simply wanted to die would not know how to hold a sword, let alone have such a "sword intent".

Holding the tenth sword taken out of the Qiankun bag, Lin Xiuhao lived right above Xing Chengrui at this moment, and above that was the ancient sun, the three formed a straight line at this moment.

This is meaningless, after all, for Jindan Daoist, mere sunlight does not hinder observation at all, and what they use to observe their opponents in battle is mostly spiritual sense rather than sight, so it doesn't make much sense.

It's just that for the sword that Lin Xiu is about to pull out, such an environment has sufficient meaning.

It is the manifestation of the sun, which can purify all filth, flames and mist—

Turning around in mid-air, he pulled out the "sunshine" that seemed to be connected to the big sun in the sky from the scabbard, and swung it down towards this "straight line".

"excaliburgallatin (Sword of Wheel of Victory)"

Under the sunlight at noon, the only remaining ray of light on the flying sword controlled by Xing Chengrui quickly dimmed and extinguished, exposing the main body of the flying sword of natal status, which was only three inches long and was already full of cracks. Instinctively awakened by the bright sunlight, Xing Shengrui narrowed his eyes involuntarily.

The last moment of his life was frozen under that very dazzling "sunlight".

With the disappearance of the last "obstacle" in front of it, this beam of "sunlight" with the remaining temperature passed through a distance of five hundred feet, passed by the mountain peak on Tianheng, and then gradually dimmed and dissipated, accompanied by the light in Lin Xiu's hand. The sword melted into nothingness together.

Lin Xiu, who was halfway down, stretched out his hand, grabbed the hilt of Xihe's sword, and looked down at the vast... uh, the beautiful world affected by the battle, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

"Let's go, Pippi Sword!"

The Xihe sword in his hand let out a slight sword cry. He didn't know if it was a protest or something, but he dragged Lin Xiu to the foot of the mountain honestly.

Above that, following the peak of Tianheng Mountain, which was cut flat by more than ten feet from the middle, the slowly flowing red magma on both sides is particularly eye-catching.

165. Up and Down the Mountain

Spring goes to autumn, the sky is south and the sea is north, summer is busy and winter is busy, the sun is east, the moon is west.

For immortal cultivators, there are not so many trivial things to do in just one year. It is just a few retreats, and for those with a slightly higher level, one year is not even enough time for one retreat.

For the small town at the foot of Tianheng Mountain, this year looks different.

"Steward Shen, we're almost here."

Facing the silhouette of the mountain that could be vaguely seen in the distance, Wan Le'an looked back excitedly and urged: "Let's hurry up, so we can find a place to settle down sooner."

"Haha, okay, it's rare that Wan Shao's family is so interested—you hear me, hurry up a few steps, and after we reach Tianheng Mountain, everyone will have enough to drink tonight."

Laughter and echoes came from around, and the slow-moving caravan sped up a lot.

The strange thing is that it is obviously in a place where the merchants may be attacked by casual cultivators at any time, but right now this caravan seems to have never considered this situation at all. There is no utensil or talisman, and it looks completely defenseless.

It's not just Wanjia's caravan, as the distance from Tianheng Mountain gets closer, more and more caravans and people are gradually walking on the business road, and without exception, they are all defenseless and relaxed During the period, there were a few people who probably knew each other, and they didn't know how to be wary, but they directly approached the people in the Wanjia caravan to say hello and chat with each other.

"Brother Rong, are you here too?"

"Of course, such a 'grand event' Su Xuanling has never happened in nearly a hundred years."

"What about Brother Rong's original position as guest minister of the Fang family?"