Chapter 84 The Power of Sword Cultivator

The person who came was wearing a moon-white robe, a Confucian scarf on his head, and a sword sheath hanging on his waist. His face was gentle and elegant. He was Zhuo Bufan, a disciple of the Alchemy Line!

The Changhong missed the target and rolled back in the air, floating beside Zhuo Bufan, making a clanging sound.

"Lightsaber!"

Liang Yan was horrified. All his previous doubts were clear the moment he saw Zhuo Bufan.

"That's it, Senior Brother Zhuo is really a good calculator!"

"hehe!"

Zhuo Bufan smiled slightly and said: "Junior brother, you are over-praising me. In fact, I admire my junior brother so much. I didn't expect that even the 'Zhoutian Inversion Formation' can't trap you. If anyone dares to say that junior brother is not a formation that is rare to see in a thousand years. Genius, I, Zhuo, will be the first to be dissatisfied! Alas, such a talented person, what a pity! What a pity!"

He said it was a pity twice, which meant that he regarded Liang Yan as a dead person.

Liang Yan reached out and touched the wound on his left arm, barely stopping the bleeding, and said with a wry smile: "I guess there are no seven tests at all. To get in here, the only way is to pass through the killing array, right?"

Zhuo Bufan smiled and said nothing, acquiescing to this matter.

Liang Yan glanced at his head again and asked: "So you are using me to break the formation, is the purpose of this treasure here? Is it the iron book?"

Zhuo Bufan followed his gaze and looked at the iron book suspended in mid-air, and murmured to himself: "You mean that Haoran Iron Scroll? No, no, no, although this Haoran Iron Scroll is also a rare treasure, it is basically It's not something I can activate now, all I want is the "Haoran Sword Code" engraved on it."

As he spoke, his face showed a look of fanaticism that he had never seen before.

"Hmph, Yixing Pavilion is so large, and there is only one copy of "Luochen Sword Jue" in Chuan Gong Pavilion. I am thankful to be able to cultivate to the sword embryo stage. How could I, Zhuo Bufan, be so talented, how could I be willing to be trapped in this three-foot shoal? In. The "Haoran Sword Code" on the iron scroll was left by Patriarch Yixing. According to legend, it can be cultivated to the golden elixir stage. It was tailor-made for me!"

After hearing this, Liang Yan said solemnly: "Isn't your uncle the elder of the cabinet? If there is anything in this sect that we can't ask for from him, we have to use our own tactics to get it."

"You do not understand!"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said: "The three things here were left by the founder of Yixing Pavilion. Although they are not earth-shattering treasures, they are related to the fate of the sect and cannot be used easily."

However, as he spoke, he said with a stern look on his face: "My uncle is also an old fool. I am so talented, Zhuo Bufan, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the sect's hope for the next hundred years, but he actually used this set of rules on me. Hehe , if that’s the case, no wonder I came to get it myself.”

Liang Yan nodded after hearing this and said: "So now as long as I die, you can blame all the blame on me, and you are the meritorious disciple who happened to pass by and killed the traitor?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "coincidence" very hard, but Zhuo Bufan just smiled and said: "I will arrange everything after your death clearly, so I don't need Junior Brother Liang to worry about it for me."

As soon as Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, Liang Yan jumped up from the ground. At the same time, he was pressing the spell in his hand, and a black wooden stick flew out from the storage bag and fell into his hand.

Liang Yan held the stick in both hands and swept it towards Zhuo Bufan Tianling Gai. Although he has never fought with a sword cultivator, he has watched Zhuo Bufan's moves and knows that his flying sword attack is unstoppable. Only by striking first can he have a chance to win.

Liang Yan had to temper his physical body with the Hunhun Kung Fu, and his explosive power was several times stronger than pure physical training at the same level. Seeing that the stick was so powerful and heavy that it reached his forehead almost instantly, Zhuo Bufan remained calm and held his right hand up in front of him to make a sword gesture.

I saw the Fixed Light Sword, like a hungry beast that had been hungry for a long time. After letting out a loud roar in the air, it turned into a silver moonlight and disappeared from the place.

Although Liang Yan is only at the fifth level of qi training, he has fought many life-and-death battles and experienced life and death many times since he entered the monastic life, and he has unknowingly developed the intuition to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Zhuo Bufan felt a life-and-death crisis as soon as he performed the sword technique, and his body spontaneously twisted to the left.

"Pfft!"

A beam of moon-white light rubbed against the dantian of his lower abdomen. Liang Yan subconsciously reached out and touched it, only to see that the entire palm of his hand was stained red with blood. Then he looked down and saw a thick long wound across his right waist. The skin and flesh on it were rolled up and blood was flowing out.

At this moment, he was shocked to feel a heart-breaking pain, his steps staggered, and the shocking stick had been deflected, landing half an inch beside Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan had a calm expression on his face, not showing the slightest hint of panic. He tiptoed a little to the ground and stepped back three feet in a fluttering manner. Then with a sword seal, the moon-white light slowly dispersed in mid-air, revealing the flying sword body inside again.

He was in mid-air, stretched out his hand and pointed at Liang Yan. The fixed light sword circled back in mid-air and slashed at Liang Yan from behind.

This sword was incredibly fast, drawing a residual rainbow in the air, like a white moonlight, and at the same time emitting a sharp sword cry.

Liang Yan's ears twitched, and the hair behind him exploded. Although he had no time to turn his head to take a look at the flying sword, he knew that this sword was very powerful. As long as he touched the sword with a little light, it would be a sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

In the crisis, he turned around and leaned back, keeping his feet on the ground, and fell straight backwards, using a move called "Iron Banqiao" in secular martial arts.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and swung the Nine Dragon Stick in his hand into the air, trying to block the fixed lightsaber.

"Pfft!"

There was no sound like the clash of swords and sticks that Liang Yan had expected. Rather, it was like cutting tofu with a knife. The Dingguang sword only paused for a moment before slicing across the Nine Dragon Stick, cutting it into two pieces silently.

"What!"

Liang Yan was extremely horrified. Since he obtained the Nine Dragon Stick, it has accompanied him in many battles and has repeatedly performed extraordinary feats. Liang Yan had already experienced its sturdiness. Unexpectedly, the fixed lightsaber cut the Nine Dragon Stick into two pieces with just one cut in the air.

Fortunately, the fixed lightsaber was also slightly blocked by the Nine-Dragon Stick, and its forward direction was slightly off by half an inch, almost grazing Liang Yan's chest.

Liang Yan rolled on the ground and stood up again, holding two broken Nine Dragon Sticks and gasping for air.

"Huh? I didn't expect that Junior Brother Liang, who is only at the fifth level of Qi training, has some tricks."

Zhuo Bufan looked at Liang Yan with slight surprise. Since he entered the swordsmanship, his fighting ability has already surpassed the monks of the same level. In the past few years, in order to advance to the "sword embryo stage" in the future, he has suppressed his cultivation to consolidate his foundation.

Regardless of the fact that he has not yet passed the second threshold of the Qi refining stage, if he fights alone, as long as the opponent has not established a foundation, he will not be afraid even of monks who are at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining.

When dealing with monks whose cultivation level is not as good as his, they are all killed with one sword. There has never been anyone like Liang Yan who, with the fifth level of Qi training, could take two swords and still not be killed.

He was surprised, but he didn't know that Liang Yan was also in a state of turmoil! He has mastered the magical powers of Buddhism and Confucianism, and can almost defeat monks of the same level. Even Nangong Xiaomei and Fan Xunmei, who are at the seventh level of Qi training, are no match for him.

Therefore, although he had known the power of swordsmanship for a long time, he was conceited about the wonder of the "Twin Fish Formation". Even if his realm was two levels lower, he secretly thought that he should be able to fight equally. Little did he know that the opponent had only one sword, and he could only stab and slash with just two swords, and he almost lost his life!