Chapter 799

"Are you really going to kill him?"

Mr. Tianji was taken aback, and so were the children in the valley. Their eyes swept back and forth on the faces of Venerable Xuanming and Fang Yuan in surprise and fear. In their view, such a bet was sudden and almost child's play. Such a small bet was nothing more than a trick Fang Yuan used to force Venerable Xuanming to come out of the mountain. Why did he really want to cut off people's heads?

How could the dignified and top Nine Pattern Grand Formation Master lose his life because of such a trivial matter?

And Fang Yuan's face was very gloomy at this moment, he could see that Mr. Tianji was hinting to himself that it was enough to force him to the point that he should give Lord Xuanming a step and let him agree to go with him, but he didn't intend to say it.

"You have already lost the bet, don't you want to die?"

Fang Yuan looked at the pale, hesitant and sweaty Venerable Master Xuanming, and said coldly, "You don't want any face?"

Lord Xuanming swayed, looked at Fang Yuan suddenly, and said sharply: "Okay, what a kid, you really have such abilities. The old man admits that I did lose just now. If I lost even then, there is nothing to say. Today I admit it. If you want to say something, just write it down..."

"I want your head!"

Fang Yuan interrupted him directly, and said flatly: "If I lost just now, you really want my head, right? If that's the case, then why can't I take your head?"

Venerable Xuanming's face was pale, and a flash of hostility flashed across his face, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the sword.

"call out!"

But at this moment, suddenly, from outside the valley, a ray of sword light flew through the air, that ray of sword light came extremely abruptly, and swept the wind and snow outside the valley, drawing a clear and sharp horizontal line between Venerable Xuanming and the sword.

The sword qi surged, and even Fang Yuan's sword that was transformed from the dark yellow qi was scattered, turning into wisps of green qi that floated between the heaven and the earth.

"Haha, people in the world of mortals are used to pestering people endlessly. They are full of filth and ignorance. They still insist on dragging others to roll around in the world of mortals. They always say that others are not responsible for them, and open their mouths to talk about the common people in the world. If you are so worried about the common people in the world, then you just go to work for the common people. What do you have to do with us peaceful people?"

Following the words, I could see six old men wearing various robes coming from the valley. These people had different appearances, some in black robes, or white robes, all of them looked like immortals, and they also possessed profound aura, like the deep sea.

It seems that among the six people, two or three of them are in the realm of transforming gods.

These few people fell in the middle of the field, an old man with messy hair holding a long sword in his arms, glanced at Mr. Tianji, and said with a smile: "Old Tianji, you used to come here just to persuade people with words. Although you are a bit noisy and annoying, you are still a polite person. Now that you come here, you still want to deceive people?"

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Dragon Sword, Fellow Daoist Xingluo, Fellow Daoist Hundred Idiots, Fellow Daoist Suihan, Fellow Daoist Baizhang, and Fellow Daoist Dragon Marrow..."

Mr. Tianji looked at those people, smiled wryly, and bowed to them one by one, politely.

Among the people in the group, a person holding a black plate in his arms helped Lord Xuanming up, and sighed: "Old Xuanming, the few of us, we were aware that someone had entered the fairyland outside the world, and worried that you would be persuaded to leave, so we came to look for you, but we didn't expect that you were almost forced to commit suicide. It's really unreasonable. With us old friends here, fellow Taoist Xuanming can rest assured and ignore them!"

While he was talking, the other people all looked at Fang Yuan with unkind eyes.

Fang Yuan met the eyes of these people, and said calmly: "Whether I forced him to commit suicide, you can ask him and you will know!"

"Anyway, everything is your trick!"

The old man Long Jian holding the sword in his arms snarled, then looked at Lord Xuanming, and said in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Venerable Xuanming waved his hand, Wuyan said this matter.

On the other hand, Hongyu Tong'er next to her spoke quickly, crisply and intelligently, and spoke out in a crackling voice.

After hearing these words, all the old people were slightly taken aback.

They didn't expect that Lord Xuanming really lost to this young man.

If they were betting on something else, these people would have considered that there was fraud in it, but Xuan Mingzun, although not as good as them, is a top-notch formation master in the world, and even he can't say anything, so he must have lost so much that he has nothing to say.

This made it difficult for the few of them to help and forcibly stand out.

"It turns out that there really are such powerful juniors in the world!"

In the silence, the old man Long Jian suddenly sneered, and said: "We are all aliens, and we hid in this place for the sake of peace of mind. You people still refuse to let us go, and you want to pull us away after all your efforts. Hehe, boy, since you bet with old Xuanming and won his head, why don't you also discuss swordsmanship with me and win mine?"

What he said was already a bit forceful, and he used the situation to suppress others.

Either Fang Yuan would fight swords with him, and if he lost, he would exchange for the head of Venerable Xuanming.

Either Fang Yuan stopped mentioning this matter and turned around to leave, or he had to lose his head to him.

As for the hope of winning, it really can be ignored. Seniors like Long Jiansou, apart from their cultivation, their swordsmanship has also reached the realm of perfection. Even in a holy place like Xijianchi, their swordsmanship is far above all the Nascent Soul Sword Immortals. How can his swordsmanship be surpassed by such a young man who is good at formations?

The old men nearby also sneered after hearing this: "Yes, if you can win the old dragon sword, then you will have the old man's talisman!"

"The old man also wants to see this young junior, do you understand what chess is?"

"..."

"..."

As soon as a few of them opened their mouths, things got messed up. Judging by their attitude, they must keep Lord Xuanming behind.

When Mr. Tianji saw this appearance, he sighed in a low voice, intending to retreat.

But unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Fang Yuan suddenly raised his head and said, "Okay!"

The others were all taken aback.

Fang Yuan looked at Long Jiansou, and said grimly: "Then junior will bet on the way of swords with senior, but junior has not yet transformed into a god, but senior has immortality in his body, I don't know if you want to use the force of law to suppress me, or you really want to bet on sword with junior?"

Mr. Tianji heard the words and hurriedly stopped: "No..."

But Fang Yuan didn't listen to it, he already turned green energy into the sword and held it in his hand.

Long Jiansou's complexion also changed, and he said sternly: "You are so courageous! Forget it, since you dare to show your sword in front of this old man, then this old man will give you a chance. I am an elder, so naturally I will not deceive you. I will not use the power of law. You and I only talk about the way of the sword. If you can use the way of the sword to force me to use the power of law, then this bet will be regarded as the old man lost to you, how about it?"

Fang Yuan nodded: "Good!"

Old man Long Jian smiled, and was about to say some other rules, but Fang Yuan suddenly greeted him with his sword: "Take the sword!"

This movement of his was different from what other people imagined. He held the Qingqi Huajian in his hand, but he didn't even move at all. Instead, there was a flash of inspiration around him.

Heart sword!

Now it's a sword fight, of course you don't need to think so much, it's his strongest mind sword.

"Your sword..."

Long Jiansou was taken aback. As soon as he swung the long sword in his hand, thousands of sword shadows spread out in front of him, like a huge disc. Each sword was actually just a sword shadow, unfolding in the midair, like a peacock spreading its tail. From this style of kendo, it can be seen that he has cultivated the sword heart state of the Xijianchi lineage to an extremely high level.

It's just that Fang Yuan's mind sword is different from Xijianchi.

He followed the line of Wu Que Sword Dao, the stronger his mind, the more free of distracting thoughts, the stronger his Sword Dao.

After Fang Yuanxiu made this sword, he experienced all kinds of incidents in the South China Sea, the Demon Border, and the Demon Realm. He didn't know how many dangers he encountered, and he also encountered many scandals in the world.

It can be said that even now that he has the supernatural power of Jiulong Lihuo, the Xinyi sword is still his strongest method!

"Crackling..."

As if the sound of ice and snow being smashed, the shadow of the sword in front of Long Jiansao was completely shattered, and the sword slashed in front of him. Long Jiansou yelled, and suddenly a green scene appeared around him, like a mountain and river. With the appearance of this shadow, the law of heaven and earth changed greatly, and the void distorted. Fang Yuan's sword flew straight to the sword light in front of him, and flew out obliquely...

Even so, he was also gasping for breath, obviously shocked, and suddenly shouted at Fang Yuan: "What is the relationship between you and that cripple who insisted on entering the fairy mountain outside the world and looking for others to compete in swordsmanship?"

"Jian Chi also met them?"

Fang Yuan was slightly taken aback, then ignored him, just looked at him and said, "Who wins this bet?"

Long Jiansou looked extremely embarrassed.

Not to mention that he used the power of the law in front of everyone just now to save his life. It was only because this young man showed the sword skills of that sword idiot back then that he had no face to say in front of these old friends that he had won the bet.

Turning his head and taking a look at His Holiness Xuanming, whose face was even grayer now, he sighed.

Waving away the power of law around him, he walked towards Fang Yuan helplessly, and sighed: "Forget it, then I will follow you..."

"Shua!"

What no one expected was that the sword light around Fang Yuan suddenly rose sharply.

The Xinyi sword, which was several times stronger than before, reappeared and swiped across Long Jiansou's neck suddenly. Thinking that he was so close to Long Jiansou, Long Jiansou was completely defenseless.

"There is no shortage of you in this world who use swords..."

Fang Yuan dodged, grabbed his head, held it in his hand, and said flatly: "So I just want to bet!"