Chapter 682: The Swords of the Junior Brothers Come

"So the sword can be used like this!"

Just like when he saw the perfect version of "Creation Furnace Skill" taught by Mr. Bai, he was completely intoxicated and lost.

After receiving Mr. Bai's guidance this time, Li Fan was also immersed in the infinite mystery of [Heaven-breaking Heart Sword] and couldn't extricate himself.

He didn't even say the polite words "Thank you for your guidance", he was in a daze. He didn't even know how to leave the competition venue.

It was unknown how long it had passed, or the shouts of "Big Brother" from the outside world that woke Li Fan up from his epiphany.

Li Fan followed the gazes of the crowd and saw Situ Yao, who was staggering and seemed to be still drunk, being forcibly carried to the field with the support of two Tianjian Sect disciples beside him.

"Where's the wine?" Situ Yao burped, ignoring Mr. Bai opposite, and asked around in a daze.

"Why does Situ pretend to be drunk?" Mr. Bai was not annoyed, but smiled and said.

After hearing this, Situ Yao couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore. He coughed lightly, stood up straight, and looked at Mr. Bai.

A trace of helplessness appeared on his face: "Really, I was thinking about saving my face as the eldest brother of Tianjian Sect. You are so broken, it seems that I have to fight."

Situ Yao took out a wine gourd from somewhere and took a sip.

Then his eyes were slightly fixed, staring at Mr. Bai for a long time.

"I can't beat him, I can't beat him." He muttered softly.

Although Situ Yao's words were light, they caused an uproar among the monks watching the battle. You know, Situ Yao's actual combat power can be said to be the first in Tianjian Sect. He hasn't fought seriously for many years, and no one knows where his limit is.

But such an absolute strong man in Xuanhuang Realm, when facing Mr. Bai, he took the initiative to express that he was not his opponent before the battle started!

With Situ Yao's temperament, if he can't beat him, he can't beat him, and he disdains to lie.

What is the identity of this ordinary-looking man and where did he come from?

For a moment, the eyes of the Tianjian Sect were all focused on Mr. Bai. They were in doubt.

"Knowing that it is impossible, do it anyway. Isn't this your life motto, Situ?" Seeing that Situ Yao was reluctant to take action, Mr. Bai encouraged him instead.

"You have hidden that sword for a long time, and it's time to take it out and try it."

The tone was very light, but it sounded like thunder in Situ Yao's ears.

An inexplicable momentum suddenly emerged from Situ Yao, and his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Mr. Bai, with a flash of doubt.

But after all, he was a top-notch strong man, and in a moment, he calmed down his doubts and surprises.

"Since that's the case, it would be disrespectful to refuse." Situ Yao said in a serious tone.

Taking a step forward, Situ Yao stretched out his right hand and looked around at the disciples of the Tianjian Sect who were watching the battle.

He said seriously: "Brothers, bring your swords."

All the cultivators in the Tianjian Sect, no matter where they were, heard Situ Yao's words at this moment.

He was slightly stunned, and then without any hesitation, he threw his own flying sword into the sky.

As the eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect, Situ Yao took good care of every new disciple and never put on the airs of a senior master. When the disciples were in trouble, the eldest brother would always stand up. He even helped his relatives instead of the others.

Situ Yao had been the eldest brother for many years, and all the disciples in the sect had received his favor directly or indirectly.

At this time, how could he refuse the eldest brother's sword?

So, in an instant, thousands of flying swords flew into the sky together.

Towards Situ Yao.

The disciples of the Tianjian Sect, almost all of their cultivation and combat power were above their own flying swords.

From the beginning of the foundation building, he spared no effort to build his own flying sword. While strengthening the strength and lethality, he slowly achieved a telepathic connection.

Therefore, at this time, with Situ Yao's shout of "Swords are coming".

It is not just thousands of flying swords that are dispatched.

But almost half of the Tianjian Sect's combat power.

Thousands of swords are crisscrossing, emitting different brilliant brilliance. As Situ Yao turned his hand into a finger, he whistled towards Situ Yao's target, Mr. Bai.

Countless flying swords condensed into one, as if forming a giant sword across the sky and earth in the void.

Yaoyao locked Mr. Bai and arrived in an instant.

It seemed that in the next second, Mr. Bai would be pierced by thousands of swords and die tragically on the spot.

However, there was no panic on Mr. Bai's face.

He just showed a faint smile, and then raised the wooden sword in his hand.

Facing the thousands of swords.

Buzz...

A sword sound came from the wooden sword.

Time seemed to be still in an instant.

Wherever the sword sounded, thousands of flying swords first stopped flying and stagnated in the air.

Then the sword body trembled violently, as if it was fighting against something fiercely.

Finally...

The first flying sword lost control and fell from the air.

It stabbed into the ground, and the sword body swayed slightly.

Then the second and third.

In an instant, thousands of flying swords fell from the sky like a rainstorm and landed on the ground.

They were densely packed, forming an extremely dense sword tomb in a small space.

Even Mr. Bai's clothes were not touched, and Situ Yao's killing move that he had cultivated for most of his life was broken.

At this moment, Tianjian Sect fell into a dead silence.

The wooden sword in Mr. Bai's hand made a sword sound again.

Afterwards, all the disciples, including Li Fan, saw a scene that they would never forget.

All the flying swords inserted on the ground were actively bending their swords in the direction of Mr. Bai.

It was as if they were bowing respectfully to their emperor.

Mr. Bai stood with his sword in hand, his expression calm.

"You are..." At this moment, it seemed that he finally remembered something.

Situ Yao's pupils shrank sharply and he lost his voice.

Mr. Bai smiled slightly and waved the wooden sword again.

So thousands of flying swords returned to their masters.

"I came today to ask for something." Mr. Bai, who had resolved the conflict, threw the wooden sword aside and said with a smile to Situ Yao.

"Please tell me." Situ Yao's tone was full of respect.

Mr. Bai looked around, but did not speak.

Situ Yao slapped his forehead suddenly: "Follow me."

With that said, he led Mr. Bai to the main hall of Tianjian Sect.

Only the monks who were still in shock and had not come back to their senses were left all over the place.

"Is this the strength of the truly strong in the ancient world of immortality?" Li Fan was also shocked by the power of Situ Yao's sword just now.

He had a vague feeling that if he had gathered the power of most of the monks of Tianjian Sect, if that giant sword could be successfully slashed, it would probably be enough to tear a hole in the Xuanhuang Realm.

On the contrary, Mr. Bai casually resolved the matter with this sword.

Not many surprises.