Chapter 494: Yuan Yi White Sword

"The disciples of this generation are not bad. But there are quite a few people who have inherited the mantle of Cangsheng Dao and inherited the sect. This is Master Han's nephew, and he has a good management—"

In the main hall of the academy, a woman's voice sounded. Like a silver bell, cool and majestic.

Han Fang sat solemnly, as the pinnacle of the divine realm, in the Cangsheng Dao Palace, a disciple of three generations with supreme authority, but at this time he was like a mouse seeing a cat. The expression is respectful and solemn.

Hearing the words at this time, he immediately gave a slight salute in gratitude: "Uncle Master is too famous!"

He called his uncle, but there was no one else in the hall except him.

It was unknown where the woman's voice came from.

"It's your credit. Why do you need to be humble? You Han Fang has always been arrogant. When did you start to learn from those Confucian guys and become a modest gentleman?"

Another female voice suddenly sounded, but it was full of ridicule.

Han Fang's expression was flat, he didn't care, and ignored it directly.

And the original calm female voice continued: "Although you have run this Cangsheng Dao Palace well, but your own cultivation is not as good. Your lifespan is less than four hundred years old. If you can't go any further, you can only I'm afraid that the Xuanming Golden Book will no longer be able to maintain your life. You are the only one left in Brother Li's lineage now, so don't let his inheritance be cut off. After three years, I will let you, Brother Lin, preside over it on your behalf. Cangsheng Dao Palace—"

Han Fang's eyes were filled with shame, but there was a sense of relief between his brows and eyes.

Finally, she was lucky, and met Shi Ruolan before Lingchao. This girl's aptitude can just pass on what he has learned.

It wasn't until he heard the last sentence that Han Fang frowned again: "My common people's Taoist elites are all in the outer domain. But within this cloud realm, it is the root. I don't know, uncle, can you allow some more time? Now the spiritual tide The chaos is about to start, and Han Fang is really worried. This is also a disciple, the obstacle of Dao Xin—”

"Huh? You really think highly of yourself. You really think that without you Han Fang, this firmament of life will definitely collapse?"

A cold snort, even though he said so, the female voice didn't say anything else. Then his tone changed, and he said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "This Zongshou, is it always like this? He is so tired! He is obviously talented, but he is so careless. Sister Yibo? Hanfang nephew, how did you train him?"

On the Korean side, it was cold sweat. Looking in front of him, it was an illusion of cloud light. What appeared inside was exactly the situation of Zong Shou and the others. Zong Yuan and Ruoshui, together with a few escorts, were fighting desperately. But Zong Shou was the only one who sat leisurely on the altar for several days. This kid didn't even raise his hand. But it is always easy to win the first place in the record.

This time, all the elite disciples were called back to wipe out Jiehe. This is to let the disciples of Cangsheng, in front of these two uncles, have the opportunity to show what they have learned.

As a result, this was listed as the most important person in the investigation target. But being stared at by them for seven days without doing anything personally, how can this not be annoying?

Even Korean prescriptions are itchy with hatred. In front of these two uncles, I don't know what to say.

His face was dripping with cold sweat, but fortunately, he was already familiar with such things as dodging responsibility, and he was superb.

"It's because the lord told me not to interfere too much with the younger brother. Moreover, on the Xuanming Golden Book, the younger brother of the sect is also one higher than my Korean prescription—"

"Wei Xu?"

There was another snort, but there was not much dissatisfaction: "That guy introduced this son into my senior sister's family, which is considered filial."

Han Fang laughed so hard that his stomach ached, and he wondered how regretful that Junior Brother Wei Xu was at this moment.

The words of the female voice continued: "Are you sure that the heavy snowfall in the cloud world a few days ago is related to him? The coalescence method is quite old. I saw the light and dark in one body, and I can't see it or feel it?"

"Exactly! Disciple dare not lie!"

Han Fang nodded, and the entire main hall was silent for a moment.

After a while, the slightly soft voice sounded again, and said with a light smile: "This Zongshou, after seven days of watching, has no results. But this Zongyuan is weak and has extraordinary aptitude. In the future, his achievements may not necessarily be inferior." It's for you. And my apprentice is also good. If you follow him, sooner or later you will be led to ruin by him—"

Speaking of the last two sentences, there is actually a bit of kindness.

"Huh? This kid is actually a descendant of the Lu family. Combining the flames of burning air and the power of thunder, what a compound spirit!"

Han Fang watched carefully, and found that at some point, Zong Shou and the others had been surrounded by beast hordes.

The black flames are spreading around. The jumping Zi Lei continuously smashed the beasts into pieces.

I couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this guy finally did it himself.

Although it is a spiritual method, it is not always the best swordsmanship, but judging by the power of this compound spiritual method, it is finally possible to explain to these two uncles.

After watching quietly for a while, Zong Shou arbitrarily named Lei Lie Qianhua's compound spiritual method, and killed most of the beast horde. Afterwards, another ninth-level liger appeared, and there was a chuckle like a silver bell in the hall.

No matter what Han Fang heard, he felt that there was some gloating in the laughter.

Thinking it was his own delusion, Han Fang tentatively said, "Even though the sect master's swordsmanship can compete with the ninth rank, it is still a step behind the ninth rank. I'm afraid it's not the opponent of this liger, do you want to help him?"

"You can just stand by and watch! The way of cultivation requires self-knowledge. Act without fear, knowing that your strength is inferior, but you still want to provoke a strong enemy. One day, you will suffer a big loss—"

Then the calm female voice sounded. But it also seemed to be the same as the previous voice, with a faint smile.

"Anyway, it's better to let him suffer first! I also want to see what kind of abilities the swordsman genius who was praised by you and Wei Xu at the same time is capable of!"

Han Fang is silent, although he knows that it is not Zong Shou who provokes a powerful enemy. But he, Han Fang, would not be so stupid as to defend Zong Shou.

Seeing the misfortune of this master brother, is actually quite satisfying.

The next moment, the two female voices let out a surprise at the same time. Han Fang was also stunned, and his body was covered in sweat.

Looking carefully into the mirror of cloud light, Zong Shou's aura suddenly changed.

A coercion from the source level permeated the air, not only the ninth-level liger, took a step back in fear.

Even he, who was watching through the cloud and light illusion mirror through several gaps in time and space, was shocked.

And in an instant, the picture in front of him completely disappeared, and it was completely dark.

After another one-fortieth breath, there was another dazzling white light. Even if the cultivation base is tyrannical Han Fang, he didn't want to look directly, his eyes closed slightly, and the entire main hall of the school was followed by a dead silence.

After a while, a calm female voice sighed softly: "Infinite light and endless darkness, that's how it is! No wonder there will be heavy snow in the cloud world, no wonder the north walls of those Buddhist temples will collapse. In this world, someone has opened a gate A whole new way—”

"Infinite light, endless darkness?"

Han Fang was taken aback, and repeated in a low voice. When the voice in the mouth came out, it felt like a turbulent tide was suddenly surging in the core of the world, within the origin of the world, as if it was responding.

Stretching his back straight, Han Fang continued to stare at the phantom of cloud light in front of him, waiting for the white light to fade away.

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No sound, no sound, all sounds were swallowed up.

When Zong Shouyu used the spirit sword, he cut down from the sky above the ninth-level ligers and tigers. At first, I only felt a slight suffocation in my right hand, and then in a thousandth of an instant, I didn't know if it was the magical power of the golden light shield or the purple gold shield, and completely swallowed it.

Afterwards, without hindrance, he slashed at the body of the liger that was dodging with all its strength.

The darkness permeated, and almost silently, it took away a large amount of flesh and blood. Swallowed into it, it turned into pure essence, which filled the sword.

When he couldn't absorb any more, Zong Shou's sword art changed again.

The dharma image reflected on the sword itself has also changed. From darkness to light, all the absorbed essence was released. Slash down with another sharp sword!

"Yuan Yi White Sword!"

Countless white lights and spiritual energy were released suddenly. Completely fill this nearly collapsed space!

But this time, the sound of the sword body colliding with flesh and blood also sounded again.

"boom!"

A loud bang suddenly filled the entire boundary river. When the white light faded, the sights of the people here recovered again, and then they were completely stunned in place.

I saw that the ninth-level liger had completely disappeared. There are only pieces of flesh and blood that have been blasted into pieces.

All the flesh and blood, all the bones, were turned into dust under these two swords!

And Zhao Yanran also gasped.

Is this the power of the black and white holes? Even a ninth-level liger can't block two swords?

The blood of the white tiger, whose bones are like fine steel, was directly scattered by the shock! How strong should the power of these two swords be?

Zong Shoufa was born at the beginning, and he has such supernatural powers. The two black and white balls and many star points mapped to his Yuanhun are actually such perverted things——

Zong Yuan and the others also looked at Zong Shou in astonishment. It's just that they were used to it, but they were not as surprised as Zhao Yanran.

After two sword strikes, the sword in Zong Shou's hand also disintegrated. Unable to bear the impact of the flesh and blood, it turned into pieces of metal sand.

The true form of the dharma body can't be maintained. This mere two strikes almost drained all of his energy.

His expression was even more solemn, and he retreated Yuanhun back to his physical body. He also held a spare seventh-order spirit sword in his hand. The Yuan Yihun sword also flew out suddenly, and merged with the spirit sword in his hand, exuding a cold radiance.

With a vigilant expression, he looked at a cloud of spiritual mist in front of him.

And after only a few breaths, another spirit beast with a breath as high as the ninth level, with this pair of huge bat wings, stepped out slowly.

At the same time, in the void, the figure of a woman suddenly stood up. , eyes full of astonishment, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Holy King?"

Could it be that I read it wrong? Or an oversight? That guy, no matter how impossible, is related to the saint of kings——! .