Chapter 521: Cheng Tian Swordsmanship

I thought that I could use this fierce battle to hone my sword intent, but I couldn't do it after all. This inevitably made Fang Yuan feel a little depressed. Before that, even if Li Baihu had said sincerely that his sword intent would not be improved, he didn't believe it, because he believed that this dedication would pay off since he was a child, and he also had strong confidence in his sword.

He knows how to practice and learn, and he is most afraid of impetuosity, so he drank tea quietly, trying to get rid of this depression, but the effect was not obvious. After half an hour, he still felt a little dazed when thinking about it...

"Tuk-tuk..."

Outside the law cabin, there was a light knock on the door.

Fang Yuan frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

The flying ghost outside the cabin seemed to be a little shy, hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "My lord, someone is asking to see..."

"Is someone asking to see you?"

Fang Yuan frowned.

I thought to myself that on this vast snowfield, there are not many people, let alone many people I know, who will come to see me?

Distraught, I wanted to refuse casually.

But at this moment, outside the Fazhou, a dragon chant suddenly sounded.

Fang Yuan fell silent immediately, and he could tell that the dragon roar was the sound of a swordsman flicking his sword. This is an extremely powerful swordsmanship method, and the opponent is obviously using this method to show Fang Yuan his swordsmanship.

"call……"

Fang Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, got up and got out of the dharma boat.

After arriving outside Fazhou, facing the wind and snow, Fang Yuan felt calmer and clearer.

Looking up, I saw a few men with spears standing on a snowy slope about a hundred feet away from the Fazhou. Those men were all wearing the most common snow robes on the snow field, but a huge black cloak was tied behind them.

"Where do so many sword masters come from?"

Fang Yuan looked at them and narrowed his eyes slightly.

After he entered the snowfield, he naturally learned about the distribution of forces around it. He knew that on the snowfield, there were some mysterious sects of cultivators, or devils who were sitting on the ground and sharing the spoils.

But the few people on the snowy slope now seem to be first-class masters of the Golden Core Realm. Whether it is the aura of the body or the style of the body, they are far from comparable to those who look like casual cultivators. Where did they suddenly appear?

More importantly, when Fang Yuan saw these people, Fang Yuan faintly felt a sense of familiarity.

"Hehe, the leader of the Six Paths went into the snow field single-handedly, killed all the demons, but his whereabouts were hidden, I really feel ashamed..."

When he saw Fang Yuan appearing, the leader on the snow slope suddenly smiled softly, and cupped his fists towards Fang Yuan from a distance. The voice didn't use much force, but pierced through the whistling wind and snow, and clearly reached Fang Yuan's ears, showing that his cultivation was not weak.

"You recognized me?"

After hearing this, Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up at those people.

By this time, he had almost guessed the other party's identity.

"At a young age, you are both skilled in martial arts. You are proficient in Danzhen and seal tools, and you can defeat ten demons with one sword. This kind of character cannot be easily raised in the poor snowfield. You have to have the water and soil in Zhongzhou to raise this kind of talent. Fang Yuan Daoyou has shown such a skill in front of Wuxue Mountain. If we still don't recognize your identity, then our Chengtian Sword Dao has been in the snowfield for so many years..."

The person who spoke was an elegant man with fair skin and three strands of long beard. He looked over forty years old, and he was very polite when he spoke, but he seemed to have a strange power. At a glance, he seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Chengtian swordsmanship..."

After Fang Yuan heard his self-confession, he immediately confirmed in his heart that it really was these people...

He has been in the snowfield for so long, so naturally he will not be ignorant of the forces on the snowfield. He even said that he already knew a lot before entering the snowfield, and this Chengtian swordsmanship was an existence that he wanted to get in touch with from the very beginning.

Cheng Tian Sword Dao is not a sect, but an alliance of countless people.

If you change the term used by the disciples of Xijianchi, you will call them "evil sword cultivators"!

According to Li Baihu, the Wuque Sword Sutra that Fang Yuan practiced has also been passed down on the snow field. I don’t know when it started, but it has been popular for hundreds of years.

And ever since those who practiced this kind of kendo began to break through the barrier of the sword heart with evil methods, they had a deep hatred with Xijianchi. With the strong strength of Xijianchi, there were countless masters.

In the eyes of Xi Jianchi, they are monsters, evil cultivators, and the most unforgivable kind of evil cultivators.

But they themselves don't think so, but are self-inherited.

All the cultivators on the snow field, no one dared to call them evil cultivators, so they all referred to their inherited sword scriptures, because the method they cultivated was said to be derived from a technique formerly known as the Chengtian Sword Code, so they called themselves the Chengtian Sword Art.

These people are usually very careful to avoid being discovered by Xijianchi, so when many people practice, they would rather pay a high price to drive those demon heads to hunt monks' souls for them, while he hides in the depths of the snow field, or hides in the depths of some sects, so that no one will know, but Fang Yuan did not expect that just after he showed his true strength, they openly came to the door.

"So, you have come to the door, what advice do you have?"

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, then opened his mouth lightly, and the energy in his body rose up vaguely.

In fact, he also knew that most of the demons he killed during his journey into the snowfield were secretly contributing to these evil cultivators. Those demons were the minions who hunted the monks' souls for these evil sword monks.

In particular, the battle at the foot of Wuxue Mountain uprooted their biggest minion, the Tong Laomo, and cut off a major source of them. If they wanted to come this way, the other party would come to the door, most likely for revenge...

"Hehe, fellow Daoists Fang Yuan don't understand why we came here, since Ming people don't speak dark words?"

But the long-bearded swordsman listened to Fang Yuan's words, but smiled softly, looking very polite, and said: "In front of Zhongzhou Wendao Mountain, Fang Yuan Daoist won the leader of the Six Paths, is famous all over the world, and has a bright future. I should do my best to be a landlord and entertain fellow Taoists..."

"Um?"

After Fang Yuan heard the other party's words, his heart froze slightly.

Gradually, he regained his strength and somewhat understood what these people were thinking.

After a moment of silence, he said lightly: "There is no need to entertain, the ways are different, and we will not conspire with each other!"

"Haha, it seems that Fellow Daoist Fang Yuan still has some concerns!"

The long-bearded sword cultivator seemed to have expected Fang Yuan's reaction long ago. He smiled loudly and said, "There are three thousand roads, why should Fellow Fang Yuan be depressed because one of the roads was cut off? The climate in the snow field is not as good as that in Dongtu, but it can always show you another scene!"

Saying that, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Let me wait and present you with a generous gift!"

Beside him, there was a person holding a white ice box immediately, and flew forward. When he arrived in front of Fang Yuan, he looked up at him, smiled lowly, put the box on Fang Yuan's dharma boat, and flew back again.

During this process, Fang Yuan kept silent and did not speak.

"After little friend Fang Yuan has thought about it, please go to the Liujue Palace deep in the snow field to have a talk..."

And the long-bearded man, after doing all this, looked up to the east, didn't stay long, smiled loudly, and slowly walked back with the others, the wind and snow around them covered their figures, and when the wind and snow passed, they were completely invisible, only the faint voice came out from behind the wind and snow, like the sound of swords.

"Huh, gone?"

It wasn't until those people disappeared for a long time that Fei Guier next to him poked his head out, with a cloudy expression, and said: "I thought these monsters came to seek revenge, but I didn't expect to be so polite, young master, are you really that six..."

Fang Yuan's expression was also gloomy, and he said, "Don't ask any more questions, just bring this box in!"

Sitting back in the magic cabin, Fang Yuan frowned, looked around, but saw that the ice box was square and square, not a treasure, but rather made out of ice and snow temporarily. After searching with his spiritual sense, he was sure that there were no restrictions or vicious auras on it. After looking at the box for a long time, Fang Yuan finally made up his mind and slowly opened the box...

Then, looking at the things in the box, he was silent for a long time, and then whispered to himself: "Sure enough!"