Chapter 541 Eight Desolation Footwork and Closed Heaven Gate

Nascent Soul Sword Immortal, how mighty is the power of a sword?

Elder Min just waved his sword casually, and a thin line of snow appeared between the sky and the earth. It seemed that the wind and snow in the sky had solidified into a painting at this moment, and then this painting was cut in half by her sword from the middle.

And this crack pointed at Fang Yuan who was running away in a hurry.

The speed was indescribable, and he arrived in front of Fang Yuan in an instant.

There seems to be a difference of one level between Yuanying and Jindan, and with Fang Yuan's cultivation base, conceiving a baby is inevitable, to a certain extent, in the cultivation world, his status, in the eyes of others, is even more important than ordinary Yuanying, but he is not a Yuanying after all, and his comprehension of supernatural powers and the laws of heaven and earth are not in the same realm, which in itself is the biggest difference!

Even though Fang Yuan is recognized as a leader in the Golden Core Realm, Elder Min did not try his best with this sword, but when the sword was struck, she had already expected that Fang Yuan would not be able to dodge, and was already thinking in her heart whether he would be killed directly or seriously injured...

But what she didn't expect was that Fang Yuan, who seemed to be unaware of the sword coming behind Fang Yuan, suddenly took a step across the ground, and with just this step, it seemed that the area and space around him had changed.

Elder Min's sword was originally not afraid of the opponent's dodge.

One is because this sword is too fast, it is difficult for anyone to react and dodge in time.

What's more, even if he dodged, the sword intent flooded the field, and the opponent couldn't dodge it.

But at this time, there was a scene that Elder Min hadn't expected. Fang Yuan stepped out, as if he had stepped into another space, his figure disappeared immediately, and when he reappeared, he appeared in another direction mysteriously, and continued to flee...

His movement technique was indescribably weird and ingenious, but he just dodged the sword.

"What kind of footwork is this?"

In an instant, endless doubts arose in Elder Min's heart, and his eyes were extremely strange.

"Is it Longyou Tianxia from Taihe Gate in Zhongzhou?"

"The misty cloud body of Canglan Mountain in Mobei?"

"Or...the step-by-step promotion of the Eastern Emperor Mountain?"

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Elder Min has a lot of knowledge, and sword cultivators all practice body skills, so a person with strong swordsmanship must not be bad, so even if she has never seen the mysterious body skills of the world's major sects, she has heard about them. When she saw Fang Yuan's footwork at this time, she felt a little surprised for a moment.

rumbling...

Fang Yuan naturally didn't know what was going on in Elder Min's mind at this time. After narrowly dodging Yuanying Sword Immortal's sword, his back felt cold and he broke out in a layer of cold sweat.

At this time, you can see the wonder of his body skills even more.

It was clearly a person, but wherever his figure passed, it seemed that there was his shadow within a radius of a hundred feet.

And he also gave people a feeling that he seemed to be able to reach any place within a hundred feet.

And this is exactly the footwork that Fang Yuan realized from the formation.

Long before he entered the Langya Pavilion, he had achieved a small degree of success in this footwork. After he entered the Langya Pavilion for three years, except for the way of swordsmanship, all other cultivation and comprehension had greatly improved.

Because this method takes formation as the core, and formation is also known as the technique of the eight wastes, he named this method as the eight wastes footwork.

At this time, it was to escape for his life. After dodging a sword, Fang Yuan broke his footwork to the extreme, like a cloud of green smoke passing through the wind and snow.

"Wow..."

But at this moment, the turtle-backed old man who was almost bullied by Fang Yuan's big formation also caught up again at this time. Seeing Fang Yuan's fleeing shadow, his face became more angry, and he shouted: "Our two grand Nascent Souls, can we still be escaped by this kid? Elder Min, if we catch up with this kid, I won't be merciful..."

Amid the stern shouts, he waved his crutches, and the wind blew up around him, and his figure disappeared directly between the sky and the earth.

In the void, one could see an air mechanism approaching Fang Yuan at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an arrow leaving the string.

Now Fang Yuan's escape speed is not slow, it can be said that he has used all his strength to feed, and his mysterious footwork has increased his speed a bit, but the turtle-backed old man came roaring, but still managed to catch up behind him without much effort, and then the old man sneered and threw himself down from mid-air, raised his crutches, and was about to hit Fang Yuan on the head.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan changed his footwork, made a sharp turn, and quickly turned to the south.

There was no sign of this turn, and the turtle-backed old man had time, but he didn't realize it, and overtook him all of a sudden.

But it was as if he had been tricked, the angry turtle-backed old man yelled, restrained himself, and chased after him.

But when he was about to overtake Fang Yuan again, Fang Yuan turned to the left again.

The old man didn't pay attention, and rushed over again...

"Wow, are you a mouse?"

The turtle-backed old man was really angry.

Naughty boys in the world often play like this, teasing their companions, but are you a naughty boy?

This is a Nascent Soul and a Zidan cultivator, what are you kidding me here?

The most important thing is that Fang Yuan's footwork is too ingenious and well-coordinated. He is really slippery as he runs around like this. Although he is as fast as lightning thanks to his Nascent Soul cultivation, but every time he approaches, he even grabs a few times and fails to catch Fang Yuan. This makes the old man with a dull face even more embarrassing.

... No, Elder Xijianchi Min saw it, I wonder if she will tell it?

In the distance, Elder Min also took up the fairy sword and hurried up. She watched Fang Yuan coldly from a distance, and saw Fang Yuan's scene of teasing the old man with a turtle-backed back, but she didn't have any intention of ridiculing at the moment. Instead, her eyes became more and more calm.

In her opinion, in Fang Yuan's seemingly joking movements, every step is in harmony with the formation, and the changes are unparalleled. It is really mysterious. What's more, his movements seem to turn left and right, chaotic, and panicked.

"With this level of body skills, if this person really enters the door of evil cultivation, seizes the sword spirit, and becomes a Nascent Soul..."

In Elder Min's heart, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Looking up, she saw that Fang Yuan turned left and right at this time, and had rushed to a towering snow mountain in the south. She also felt a little lazy in her heart, thinking that the two Nascent Souls really couldn't go on messing around with such a child...

After secretly making a decision, he stepped out in the air.

The wooden sword swung lightly, condensing the wind and snow, and a stream of sword energy, like a galaxy, fell from mid-air.

"Hehe, my son, what's the use of your dying struggle?"

And at this time, the old man with the turtle back also chased after Fang Yuan again. At this time, he also learned to be good. He didn't want to catch up with one step, but approached slowly, and then suddenly raised a body of mana, above his head, the shadow of his own form appeared on top of his head.

When Fang Yuan wanted to hide in a hurry, the sword energy in front of him fell like a galaxy, sealing off his escape routes up, down, left, and right.

This time, there was no way to escape.

Bahuang's footwork is mysterious, but it is not strong enough to dodge the attacks of two Nascent Soul masters at the same time...

So at this very moment, Fang Yuan clenched his teeth and shouted angrily, "Close the Heavenly Gate!"

Amidst the deep shouting, the person turned around hastily in mid-air, and then pressed his hands together tightly.

And following his movement, mana surged all over his body, Zidan spun around in his body, and every trace of mana was destroyed. In front of him, it turned into two almost nothing bronze gates. With his hands together, these two bronze gates also closed slowly, with an indescribable force!

This type of supernatural power is to close the gate of heaven!

Fang Yuan has been studying in Langya Pavilion for more than three years, his supernatural powers have greatly improved, and his changes are endless.

And this change has been deduced to the extreme, the strongest technique is nothing more than one attack, one defense, one change, three types of supernatural powers.

The change is that Fang Yuan comprehended some methods in the Ruyi Immortal Canon, and integrated them into the Xuanhuang Yiqi Jue, the changes were unprovoked and ingenious. He was able to sneak into the underground palace, and it was because of this method that he was able to sneak into the underground palace and not be seen by the masters in the big formation and the underground palace;

And the guard among them is this magical power: closing the gate of heaven!

Once the gate of heaven is closed, humans and ghosts will have different paths, and immortals and mortals will be separated forever...

The big seal of the turtle-backed old man came roaringly, carrying the boundless wind and snow, and hit the bronze gate heavily.

There was a bang, the door trembled violently, and the air mechanism was disordered.

Fang Yuan's face turned pale at this moment, his gums were bleeding, and his clasped hands were trembling.

But that bronze door hadn't broken yet.

But at the next moment, boundless sword energy rolled in, like a long river, slapped one after another, the heavenly gate finally couldn't hold on, and when the fourth wave of sword intent hit, it shattered, Fang Yuan's body, like a kite with a broken thread, spurted out bright red blood all over his body, and fell heavily into that towering snow mountain...

The two Nascent Souls with their sleeves fluttering, bullied them, and sighed in a low voice: "Your son does have some skills, but it's still useless..."