Chapter 1504: Wu Gui Kai Nian Liu Fang Hu, the Sword Tower's Successor, the Ancient Sword Steps

Chapter 1508 Chapter 1504 Wugui Kai Nian Liu Fanghu, the successor of the Sword Tower Ancient Sword Steps

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1..."

Well, Xu Xiaoshou, you actually have such thoughts!

As soon as Lei Xi'er's ultimate demonic body opened, it swallowed up a large amount of life force, her mind retreated, and Mu Zixi came out.

She's not good at fighting, but she's great at catching Xu Xiaoshou's pigtails!

"you……"

But before he could say more, Xu Xiaoshou turned around and said "poof" before grabbing the twin ponytails and added:

"Don't think too much!"

"It means that I follow her back to the Sword Tower, or she means to follow her back to the first floor of the sky."

Before Mu Zixi could even take a step forward, he was choked with suffocation.

Looking back, Feng Zhongzui pointed the preaching mirror at herself again, her eyes widened, "Why are you looking at me? I'm not an ancient sword cultivator. Look at them, and look at them clearly!"

Feng Zhongzui was frightened and quickly moved the preaching mirror away.

Why does it suddenly look like a different person...

No, it’s just a different person!

Preaching mirror faced another rightful owner, Liu Fuyu, who was about to fight. Liu Fuyu naturally didn't think much about it. After thinking about it, he said:

"good."

good?

It's so simple, are you willing to come with me?

You are very confident, Miss Liu... Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes, thinking that this woman is easy to deceive, and was about to continue speaking, asking if this battle can be postponed...

Liu Fuyu is not a person who likes nonsense.

The guard in his hand was tilted in front of his chest, he pushed it with his thumb and raised the sword grid.

"Buzz!"

A cyclone spreads beneath my feet.

Suddenly, the flying snow froze in the sky, blooming with a cold sword intent, and many ancient sword cultivators all around made sword sounds.

The sound of these swords is not like the sound of resistance from Beibei just now, like the sound of resistance after being temporarily requisitioned, but "response", "encouragement" and "encouragement"!

"coming……"

Drunk in the wind, it was still a bit of a joke, but he suddenly entered the state as if he had sobered up, and his tone became much more serious:

"What an amazing sword intent!"

"Let me popularize it for everyone. It is not difficult to get started in ancient swordsmanship, but the threshold for invisibility is very high. In actual combat, there are few swordsmanships that can be used by ancient swordsmen - Hidden Swordsmanship."

"There are eighteen sword schools in ancient swordsmanship, each of which is divided into two realms. Only Love Swordsmanship and Hidden Swordsmanship are the most special. The former has three realms, while the latter has only one realm - the unsheathed sword."

A snowflake was drunk in the wind, and my fingertips were pricked until they bled.

The invisible air pressure on the battlefield increased, and his speaking speed became faster and his tone became more serious:

"The unsheathed sword is extremely difficult to use!"

"In today's era, most of the hidden swordsmanship is used as 'sword sealing'. Some people keep writing for years or decades, just for the blockbuster sword. This is actually a very one-sided understanding of the 'hidden swordsmanship'."

"In the ancient era of sword cultivators, most ancient sword cultivators used this sword flow to 'open the sword', that is, to maintain the sword in the normal state, and to explode it in the wartime state."

"The 'Open Sword' is very similar to the 'Sword Qi' in the Sword Tomb, but it is fundamentally different, because its explosion is not to hurt people, but to invigorate, cheer, and gain momentum... Liu Fuyu is like this!"

No matter how much I say it, I don’t feel it.

Feng Zhongzui magnified the image of the preaching mirror and fixed it on Liu Fuyu's picturesque eyebrows.

But seeing this woman's eyes slightly condensed, she was in a selfless state, her sword robe was raised, and she was dancing in a hunting manner. As she opened the sword, there was a high-spirited and fanatical fighting spirit in her body, and the sharp sword was unsheathed.

This kind of posture is completely different from the graceful image where she cherished her words like gold just now!

"There's something..."

Xu Xiaoshou's playful words of "prolonging the war" came to his lips and he swallowed them back.

He could feel that the rewards from fighting Liu Fuyu would definitely be greater than fighting Beibei.

Beibei is a product of ancient sword cultivation in this era. He has high talent, good resources, strong swordsmanship, and the type of person who can Rao Yaoyao.

It is undeniable that this also has merits, but compared to Liu Fuyu's...

Liu Fuyu, this ancient sword cultivator, is a bit too ancient!

Her aura doesn't seem to be one that could be cultivated in the spirit refining era, it's like the kind that can only be seen in paintings of swordsmen in ancient times.

Not only Xu Xiaoshou was able to feel the use of the unsheathed sword in one move, but also Mei, Feng, Sheep, Gu, Lei and other ancient sword cultivators who were watching the battle on the spot also gained something from it.

"It's been a while since I've seen Kaijian. You Lao and Wen Ting like to use it the most, and they study it the most deeply." Feng Tingchen recalled.

"The Sword Guard of the Sword Tower teaches the most orthodox way of the Sword God..." Mei Si murmured to herself, "Compared to her, we may all be just sword cultivators, but she is the real ancient sword cultivator."

Feng Tingchen was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you are too." Mei Siren turned around and gave him a look in embarrassment, indicating that he did not mean to look down on the sword tower heir.

The spiritual master in front of the Five Realms Missionary Mirror's eyes were also eager.

Compared with the Emperor Sword Tianjie and the Four Swords Tianjie, there are tall and magnificent scenes.

For the first time, from a simple movement, they could clearly read the kind of aura that only the ancient sword cultivator had.

"When the wind stops and the snow stops, I open my sword and forget myself..."

"Back then, I wanted to learn the sword because I saw Wen Jianxian's artistic conception of a swordsman who could not eat the fireworks of the world. Unfortunately, thirty years have passed and I still haven't realized the innate sword intention."

"I seem to know a little bit about why Gu Jianxiu always pretends. Just based on this skill, I feel that her strength is not inferior to Master Shou?"

"Unsheathed sword? Liu Fuyu? Looking forward to..."

"Master Shou, fuck her!"

…

"Being watched, passive value, +1."

"Locked, passive value, +1."

"Contained, passive value, +1."

"Attacked, passive value, +1."

Four messages popped up in the information bar in an instant, just because of a "Sword Opening".

Xu Xiaoshou felt that it was not "something", but "a little pressure".

Liu Fuyu's eyes were too hot!

Compared to hers, Xu Xiaoshou felt that his Saint Emperor momentum, which took time to develop, had not yet condensed into shape, but was led by the other party!

Not only that...

"Attacked?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt a pain on his cheek, stretched out his hand to wipe it, but there was nothing unusual - the injury was not to the skin!

He felt a sharp pain in his ears again, subconsciously covered it, pinched it to relieve it, but it was like scratching an itch, the more he pinched, the more uncomfortable it became.

"Soul attack?"

After using the ghost sword technique, he found that it was not the soul that was injured.

The body and soul were intact, and the mental will was extremely normal, but he was attacked...

My spirit, my will, my momentum, were injured?

No, how could this level of "injury" be reflected on my body?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was attacked by a very familiar force, but he couldn't tell what it was...

At this moment, a cry of surprise came from a distance:

"Nian!"

"Such a pure and thorough mind, is there really a mind without attributes? Fortunately, it is exquisitely controlled..."

He turned to himself again:

"Besides my father and me, is there anyone who knows the oppression type?"

When this voice came out, many ancient sword cultivators who were still thinking about how the power of "opening the sword" could be so sharp looked back.

But a burly little giant ran over the mountain in the distance, and it was Cao Erzhu.

Cao Erzhu felt a little weak in his heart when he was stared at by so many half-saints.

What my father said was indeed right. Taixu is full of dogs, and half-saints are everywhere. If you catch a secret, you will get it - the refining spirit world is too terrible, you really can't just join in the fun!

With this kind of thinking, after being beaten away by Xuanji Xingshi, Cao Erzhu simply faded out of the battlefield. Anyway, Xiaoshou can handle it himself.

Until now, when he saw the oppressive Che Shen Nian, he couldn't help but show up, wanting to make new friends.

"This, is also Che Shen Nian?"

Mei Siren withdrew his gaze from Erzhu, without any doubt.

Looking back at Liu Fuyu, he finally felt that this was similar to the pressure brought by the momentum after "opening the sword" and the pressure brought by the sword elephant.

It's just that the former is more realistic. The pressure is more important, and the sword elephant is more offensive, so there is still a little difference.

"Oppressive?"

Feng Zhongzui's eyes lit up.

This looks like another big guy, and he also understands Che Shen Nian?

While he was moving the preaching mirror, he landed beside Cao Erzhu, "Brother, do you know a lot about the Divine Sense?"

Cao Erzhu waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I just know a little bit..."

"Then tell us about it?"

"Ah, this... Dad said that there are six types of Divine Sense: basic type, possession type, domain type, release type, oppression type, and manipulation type. This Miss Liu is a typical oppression type. She purely forces people with her will. If she cultivates deeply, she can destroy the saint with her eyes open..."

Feng Zhongzui was stunned. What's going on? You really dare to talk about it?

And you talk about it clearly?

There are six types of Divine Sense?

And your dad divided them?

You just say it without thinking, do you think your dad is Kui Leihan? Dare to share these things shamelessly, the Eighth Sword Immortal dare not say that his second-generation thorough mind sword mind has six changes... form...

Feng Zhongzui's thoughts suddenly stagnated, and his hands suddenly trembled:

"Brother, what is your surname?"

"My surname is Cao... Oh, my surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Shitou." Cao Erzhu scratched his head stupidly.

Bang!

The preaching mirror in Feng Zhongzui's hand fell to the ground, and he looked up at this big guy blankly.

Not only him, Feng Tingchen, Yang Xizhi, Lei Shuangxing, Xuan Wuji and other latecomers followed suit and looked back in shock, or looked, or spiritually observed, and scanned this little giant who was hiding his ears and stealing the bell.

The preaching mirror images in various places in the five regions only left the sky and the frozen white snow, and the next moment, everyone rioted collectively.

"Fuck, pick up the mirror, you damn Feng Zhongzui, how can you broadcast it? I haven't seen him clearly yet!"

"There are six kinds of thorough divine thoughts? No... What did I see? That was Kuilehan's son?"

"The descendant of the Ten Lords!"

"It's really the first descendant of the Ten Lords! Kuilehan actually has a son? I, I, I... I'm crazy, I want to marry him, and there's the son of the Ten Lords to see at the scene? I want to go over! My son can too!"

...

The world on the other side of the preaching mirror can't interfere with the battle at the scene.

Liu Fuyu pushed away the guard, and his sword intent rose step by step as the sword was unsheathed, and then he murmured to himself:

"I held the sword at the age of three, entered the Tao at the age of six, and watched the sword in the sword tower for twenty-four years."

"Among the nine great swordsmanship, except for the sword of love, which is still lacking in maturity, the rest have gained something."

The cold voice, although it was a low murmur, spread outside with the resonance of the snowflake sword energy.

Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen and other ancient sword cultivators turned their heads in time and looked at the battlefield.

Feng Zhongzui picked up the preaching mirror and didn't dare to shoot randomly anymore, so he also gave the battlefield camera.

Xu Xiaoshou also didn't quite understand what she meant. While comprehending this unique oppressive mind, and comparing it with Kui Leihan's, he said:

"So?"

Liu Fuyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled the guard until only half a finger was left from the sheath. The sword intent swirled inside, and the evolution climbed to the extreme.

For a moment, the cold voice was colder than the wind and snow, and the icy soul was pierced:

"The sword guard in the sword tower has never fought with the world since ancient times."

"Since I have been blessed by nature and have practiced sword for more than ten times longer than you, I still need to take you back to the tower. You should limit your realm and not give it your all..."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He understood this.

Liu Fuyu was confident that the heir of the Sword Tower was extremely powerful, and wanted to suppress his realm to fight him?

"That's not necessary!"

He interrupted with a smile, "You have the Sword Tower, and I also have my support. Since you want to fight, just give it your all and don't be restrained."

This underestimated Liu Fuyu's determination.

"Clang!"

When the sword-protecting intention in his hand reached the extreme and seemed to be about to explode, Liu Fuyu sheathed his sword.

Swish.

The frozen snow in the sky seemed to be suspended in time and returned to the state of slowly falling.

After Liu Fuyu sheathed his sword, his momentum did not decrease but increased. The air waves under his feet exploded, and the black hair tied up by the bamboo hairpin fell to his waist, and his eyes shot out a dark sword light.

"You are not good at swordless swordsmanship and ghost swordsmanship, I will fight you with swordless swordsmanship and ghost swordsmanship."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned after hearing this.

How do you know I am not good at this... No, I am good at these two, you dreamed!

"Whatever you want."

Ancient sword cultivators are all stubborn, since persuading them once was useless, Xu Xiaoshou will not force it.

He just took out the Tibetan bitterness and thought that this woman was so conceited, maybe he should use the four swords or the flame python to teach her a lesson...

Suddenly, Liu Fuyu put down the guard!

Just put it at her feet!

"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids twitched wildly.

Liu Fuyu's red lips pursed:

"Swordless swordsmanship."

The ancient sword cultivators at the scene and the spectators outside the preaching mirror were all ignited and exploded.

"So arrogant!"

"She's even more arrogant than me!"

"This Liu girl is ruthless and doesn't talk much. Is she really capable or not? Don't wait for me to beat her up!"

"I already feel the contempt. Should I be tough? Give her a good lesson?"

Okay, okay...Xu Xiaoshou was so angry that he laughed.

No swordsmanship teaching bureau?

You Liu Fuyu want to teach me how to be a man?

He was blocked for a moment and didn't know how to start. He could only sigh that he was worthy of being an ancient swordsman. None of them can't pretend.

The swords were drawn!

When the atmosphere on the battlefield was aroused to the extreme by a few words, the opponent could calmly bow and salute:

"Sword Tower, Liu Fuyu."

Xu Xiaoshou also suppressed the rage in his chest, put away his bitterness, and said calmly:

"The first tower in the sky, Xu Xiaoshou."

The picture of the preaching mirror suddenly expanded, covering the entire battlefield, because Feng Zhongzui also knew no swordsmanship.

"Swish!"

It was just a moment.

On the old site of Yujing City, every snowflake exploded with amazing "thoughts", as if endowed with "spirits".

The flying snow turned into a snowstorm, dancing wildly.

The snowstorm blurred everyone's vision, and the picture in the preaching mirror suddenly changed.

Then, on Liu Fuyu's side, there was only a drooping green sword robe and a cold voice that spread out:

"No sword technique..."

"No self·Sword step!"

Xu Xiaoshou, whose perception was greatly opened, suddenly froze.

At this moment, he lost the trace of Liu Fuyu, and could only see her clothes that were torn by the sword energy after falling down.

At the same time, a group of ancient sword cultivators on the edge of the battlefield were all moved, and even Mei Siren couldn't help but step forward half a step, with a look of surprise on his face.

Feng Zhongzui hugged the preaching mirror, shouted and retreated, fearing that he would be dragged into the battlefield:

"Sword step? Ancient sword step?"

"Is it the ancient sword step that has been lost for a long time, the ancient sword step of the sword god Gu Louying?"

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