I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

Chapter 266 Fan Mengyi's Wheel Battle

A continuous sword light circled the skinny disciple's body, smashing his protective spirit cover in an instant, and a flying sword hung in front of the man's throat.

The skinny disciple couldn't believe that he lost in a fight with a monk of the same level before he could actually make a move!

Although he was unwilling to do so, the skinny disciple didn't say anything harsh due to the flying sword holding his throat.

Dejectedly returning to the queue of Huajian sect monks, the skinny disciple felt that Senior Brother Fang's gaze was very sharp, and immediately lost face, his face darkened, and he retreated behind the crowd without saying a word.

Although he was annoyed that the opponent did not obey the command, Fang Yin actually had no way to punish the opponent right now, but it would be different when he led the team to win the competition, so let's write down this account for now.

"Junior Sister Hong, don't be greedy for merit, and act according to what we discussed just now."

A beautiful female cultivator in red dress beside Fang Yinchao told her that the other party's secret arts and supernatural powers are the key to this competition, and there is absolutely no room for loss.

"Don't worry senior brother, Honglian knows the seriousness."

The female cultivator in red smiled slightly, and cast a winking look at Fang Yin, regardless of the dual cultivator couple who were standing behind and had a cultivation level of qi.

"Ahem, Junior Sister Hong, hurry up and get out."

Although the appearance of this red lotus is not overwhelming, but the figure is excellent, Fang Yin suddenly felt a little dry, but in order not to show his ugly face in front of everyone and affect the prestige of his senior brother, he could only do his best restrained.

"Hehe, junior sister obeys."

The red lotus moved lightly, and slowly walked into the arena.

Fan Mengyi looked at her opponent's brows slightly frowned, she didn't hate the opponent's debauchery, but from Fang Yin's expression, she could see that he attached great importance to this woman, but it was obvious that this woman was weaker than the man just now count.

If something goes wrong, it must be a demon. I need to be careful.

Sensing that something was wrong, Fan Meng acted according to his divine sense, and only used two flying swords to shoot at the female cultivator in red.

The opponent flicked his red sleeves, sacrificed a red ring, and threw it head-on at the flying sword that was attacking.

The red ring, which was originally only as thick as the wrist, grew in the wind, and it turned into the size of a millstone in the blink of an eye, and its momentum seemed much bigger than that of a flying sword.

Fan Mengyi wanted to test the power of this magic weapon, so he ordered a flying sword to slash it head-on.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", although the momentum of the red ring flying away was greatly reduced, but the flying sword was also knocked out.

"Hehe, my sister is useless. The red iron ring of my sister is infused with iron essence. Although my sister's flying sword is sharp, I don't want to damage it at all."

The female cultivator in red covered her mouth coquettishly and chuckled, stretched out a tender white finger and shook it.

Fan Mengyi didn't respond, and after a sneer, the second flying sword slashed forward.

Although the second flying sword was also bounced away, the first flying sword had stabilized its momentum and slashed again.

So in a series of crisp sounds of "ding ding ding", through the successive slashing of two flying swords, the red iron ring was not only unable to advance an inch, but even had a tendency to retreat.

"Hmph! My sister wants to see how strong my sister's magic weapon is!"

The female cultivator in red dress saw that her favored magic weapon had been deflated, and immediately became angry in her heart, and frantically transmitted mana to the red iron ring, which not only made it grow another circle, but also greatly increased its power.

This time, Fan Mengyi's two flying swords were no longer able to withstand it, and Chi Tiehuan began to accelerate towards Fan Mengyi.

However, at this moment Fan Mengyi seemed to be on the hook, and he didn't use more flying swords to support him, so he only used two flying swords to maintain the offensive just now.

In the clouds, Han Li couldn't help frowning when he saw this situation. In martial arts, the most taboo is to be controlled by the opponent. Anger will not increase mana power, and stubbornness will not bring about a turnaround. Brother Luo, this disciple, may have to temper his temper .

"Brother, it's unwise for you disciple to respond like this."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Han Li said these words, Luo Hong gave him a surprised look.

"Junior brother, take a good look, this disciple doesn't know where he learned his bad habits. If this is an actual battle, it won't damage his own spirit stone."

Han Li was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he released his consciousness to investigate carefully, and then suddenly said with a look of surprise:
"To be able to control the sword in such a meticulous manner, the master's apprentice's sword control skills are indeed much better than the junior brother's."

"Where, it's nothing more than using skill to break strength. How can it be so refreshing to use strength to break skill? In the future, I will ask my junior brother to give me some advice."

That being said, Luo Hong's face was full of complacency.

"Hehe, good to say."

Han Li also had a heart for talents, so he agreed.

The two continued to look at the battle situation below, Honglian saw that the red iron ring was approaching the other party, a smirk flashed across her face, she didn't want to stop clicking, waiting for the other party's protective spirit cover to be smashed, she had to greet him well Fan, to avenge the other party's contempt.

However, it didn't take long to taste the taste of victory, when Hong Lian suddenly heard a crisp "crack" sound, and saw that the red iron ring that was originally menacing suddenly collapsed.

Immediately, spiritual energy burst out of the mouth, and the breath fell down.

"what!"

Hong Lian exclaimed, and hurriedly took back her treasured magic weapon to check, and tried several rescue formulas to no avail, her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

After this battle, even if this treasure is repaired, its power will be greatly reduced in the future.

Honglian looked at Fan Mengyi with resentful eyes, and asked gloomily:

"What evil method did you cast to destroy my magic weapon fused with iron essence!"

"Do you think I'll keep on explaining? Go on obediently!"

Fan Mengyi was a little disappointed, she didn't use any special means, she just kept making the flying sword chop at the same point on the red iron ring.

Perhaps the other party thought that Chi Tiehuan was spinning around all the time, and it was impossible for him to do this, so he didn't think about it at all.

But in fact, with her sword control skills and the Dayan Jue that has been cultivated to the second level in these years, it is easy to do this.

Seeing the other party's heartbroken appearance, this ring should be her hole card. Fan Mengyi, who thought there would be a fierce battle, suddenly lost her interest, and suddenly twelve flying swords came out, wanting to settle the fight in one go .

Seeing many flying swords attacking, Hong Lian put away the damaged red iron ring in a flash of light, pinched the magic formula in her hand, and quickly cast the spell.

Groups of white shadows flew out of her hand, and just a foot away from it, they exploded "bang", turning into giant white nets, trying to intercept the flying sword.

Fan Mengyi's expression remained unchanged, and he slightly deflected the angle of the flying swords, allowing them to pass through the tiny gaps in the spider webs smoothly, and continued to cut towards Honglian without any hindrance.

However, at this critical juncture, Honglian suddenly showed a sinister smile, the spell in her hand changed suddenly, and she took a deep breath and exhaled billowing black mist.

"not good!"

Fan Mengyi suddenly realized that something was wrong, and was about to send Fei Jian back the same way to avoid the black mist, but saw that the spider webs that had gaps before were connected together.

It turned out that the purpose of Honglian's spider web technique was not to stop Feijian from attacking, but to prevent Feijian from retreating.

Fan Mengyi made a decisive decision, and the sword formula in his hand changed, and the flying swords that were originally scattered to attack gathered in one place in an instant, forming a cone-shaped formation, igniting red spiritual flames, and slammed into the spider web, obviously trying to forcefully rush out of the trap.

But this spider web can be used by Hong Lian to block Fan Mengyi's flying sword, so it is naturally extraordinary, not only is it very resilient, but also it is not afraid of fire.

Although after some hard work, the flying sword group broke through the spider web, but was also shrouded in black mist for a moment.

Fan Mengyi's heart sank, and she anxiously recalled a flying sword, only to see that the body of the sword, which was originally shining with red aura, was now covered with many black spots, and the aura was dim, obviously polluted by the black mist!
Fortunately, maybe it was not covered for a long time, the flying sword was only corroded on the surface, and did not hurt the root, and it only needed to be warmed for a period of time in the future to recover.

"Hmph! You escaped! However, even if you haven't done your best, with your Feijian's current situation, you are absolutely no match for Senior Brother Fang."

Honglian swallowed back the black mist, seeing that Fan Mengyi's flying sword hadn't been completely destroyed, she felt very unhappy, but she finally lived up to Senior Brother Fang's trust.

"You poisonous woman, you actually practice such evil skills and evil methods as "Spider Venom Art", can Xinggong just sit back and watch?!"

Gongsun Yu saw that the situation was taking a turn for the worse, and immediately became anxious, flicked his sleeves angrily, and asked loudly.

"Look at what Fellow Daoist said, what's wrong with me?"

Honglian brushed her plump chest with her jade hand coquettishly, and aggrievedly said to the two monks behind:
"Mr. Sima dedicated himself voluntarily to let my concubine practice kung fu."

Abdominal spider venom can only be practiced by women, the most powerful of this technique is its tonic effect, it can almost absorb the skin and bones of men, but it also requires the cooperation of men.

The Xinggong can't control the matter of your love and my wish, so the monk surnamed Huang said indifferently:

"If the competition is over, please exit."

Just as Hong Lian was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly noticed a flying sword hanging not far away, flying towards her unsteadily.

She was shocked at once, the martial arts and supernatural powers she used with all her strength just now had exhausted her mana. At this moment, her dantian was empty, and she really didn't have the confidence to block the flying swords.

After panicking for a moment, Honglian remembered that she was in a fight and could admit defeat, so her red lips parted slightly, and she was about to admit defeat.

It was only the word "I" that came out, and Fan Mengyi suddenly yelled:
"Look at the sword!"

There was power of spiritual consciousness mixed in the violent shouting, which made Honglian's brain buzz, and the last two words were directly held back in her stomach.

At this time, Fan Mengyi burst into anger, exuding a strong killing intent all over his body.

This set of flying swords was made by her master for her, it is unforgivable that this stinky woman dares to pollute it with dirty air!
Although after being polluted by the black mist, the power of the flying sword was greatly reduced, and it was no longer easy to control, but with the blessing of Xiaoyao Jianxin, Fan Mengyi could still barely control it.

After a flash of sword light, Honglian's dress was broken, revealing the obscene clothes inside. There should be a beautiful view at this moment, but this woman was chopped off by the flying sword, and her white and tender skin was also blue and purple. It can be described as a mess Unbearable, without the slightest sense of beauty.

Although Fan Mengyi remained calm all the time and did not cause any fatal injuries to her, the icy sword's edge slashed her throat many times, which frightened the girl to pee, and she lay on the ground sobbing unceasingly.

Fang Yin waved to two female disciples to help Honglian back into the formation, while he strode into the arena.

"Fan Daoyou, don't you think that what you have done is going too far?"

Fang Yin's face was gloomy. If he didn't teach Fan Mengyi a lesson, the senior brother's position would not be secure in the future.

"Brother Fang doesn't think it's too much to seize the Qinglingmen's foundation by means of despicable means. What can I do too much?"

Fan Mengyi's mouth is not forgiving, but his forehead is already sweating, and the twelve flying swords behind him are trembling.

When Fang Yin saw this, he knew that the other party was trying to hold on, and then he sneered, and with a flick of his hands, he threw out two high-speed rotating silver round blades.

The escape speed of the silver round blade was extremely fast, Fan Mengyi fought with the flying sword, but it was inconvenient to control, and the fight seemed extremely strenuous.

Fortunately, the spiritual materials Luo Hong used to refine this set of flying swords were not simple, and their strength was not comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons, so Fan Mengyi could still support it despite hard work.

Perhaps because he felt that he would be defeated if this went on like this, Fan Mengyi took the lead to change his tactics. First, he pasted a Zhang Fulu on his right shoulder, and then he used twelve flying swords to draw an arc around the silver round blade, and went straight to the rear. Fang Yin.

Hmph, if you want a quick solution, I won't follow your wishes.

At this time, Fang Yin could also attack Fan Mengyi with two silver round blades, but firstly, he was not sure about the power of the opponent's talisman, and secondly, he had a huge advantage in mana, the longer the fight was dragged on, the less likely he would win. bigger.

Fang Yin, who regarded this competition as a qualification for promotion, chose to fight steadily without hesitation. With a movement of his divine sense, he recalled the silver round blade, and at the same time sacrificed a spiritual shield for defense.

I saw that the twelve flying swords with black spots hit Fang Yin's protective spirit shield activated by the protective magic weapon, only drawing streaks of flames, and then swirling and being bounced away.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Fan, Feijian has been defiled, you have no chance of winning!"

Fang Yin didn't forget to attack his heart at this time, and sent the silver round blade to slash at the flying sword.

It seemed that they had reached their limit, all the flying swords that had been slashed were dimmed, and they were powerlessly inserted into the ground.

A sword cultivator without a sword is a toothless tiger. Fang Yin's heart immediately relaxed, and he softly drank with a smile on his face:
"go with!"

The two silver round blades shot at Fan Mengyi, who had lost half of his mana, and the sharp whistling sound of cutting through the air was chilling.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Fan Mengyi gritted her teeth and drank it, as soon as she changed the formula in her hand, twelve fiery red flying swords came out of her storage bag one by one!

Fang Yin was startled suddenly, how many sets of flying swords do you have!

However, Fang Yin couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw the result of the fight between his magic weapon and Fan Mengyi's flying sword.

"Fan Daoyou, where did you get this inferior flying sword? If you were under my Huajian faction, you wouldn't be so embarrassed!"

It turned out that although the flying sword that Fan Mengyixin sacrificed was the same as the previous ones, its level of spirituality was obviously much lower, and it seemed that it was only at the level of an intermediate magic weapon.

With a flash of silver light, the sword body shattered, and a flying sword could only block a blow from the silver round blade.

"Father, should we admit defeat for Sister Fan? With her temperament, I'm afraid she won't retreat until she is seriously injured!"

Seeing that half of Fan Mengyi's flying swords were smashed by Fang Yin in an instant, Gongsun Xing felt that there was no hope of winning, so she suggested.

"Mengyi has her own discretion, and now she is not my Qinglingmen disciple, so I can't make decisions for her as a father."

Gongsun Yu frowned tightly, hoping that Fan Mengyi would have something powerful behind him!

(End of this chapter)