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Chapter 1270 The power of something like a sword is second, the first thing is to look good
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A huge aura tornado rose slowly from the buildings of Yunzhong City, bringing with it a violent gust of wind, which swept in all the clouds in the surrounding sea of ​​clouds and tore them into fine cotton wool.

Seeing this astonishing power, not only those who came to watch the fight between the Danding Sect and the Shangqing Sect... the Dao Sect Earth Immortals who were discussing the Tao turned their eyes away in shock, and even held a Fajian, Shangqing Pan Shizheng who was standing on the ring looked in the direction of Yunzhong City with some anxiety.

"What's the situation? Doesn't it mean that something went wrong when Qingwei passed the Celestial Calamity before? Or is it actually not someone passing the Celestial Calamity, but something else!"

"Senior Brother Pan! Distraction is a big taboo on the Taoist stage..."

After seeing Pan Shizheng's actions, Ye Fashan, who was standing opposite him, immediately stopped what he was doing, and said with a gentle face.

"Under such circumstances, even if Pindao defeated Senior Brother, it was just taking advantage of others' danger. I advise Senior Brother to put his mind back on the Dao Discussion Stage, first defeat Pindao or be defeated by Pindao, and then pay attention to how ?”

"..."

After hearing Ye Fashan's words, Pan Shizheng immediately showed embarrassment.

After all, as a prospective old man in his 40s and almost 50 years old, not only was he merciful by a child of sixteen or seventeen in front of so many colleagues present, but he also taught him such a lesson.
"A mere junior! How dare you speak so boldly, since you want a quick solution, then I will grant you... Zhong!"

While speaking, Pan Shizheng swung the magic sword in his hand, and then saw a bolt of lightning appear out of thin air, striking the opponent with lightning speed.

"Hmph! I thought you, a junior... Huh!"

Before he finished speaking, Pan Shizheng was a little stunned to find that the lightning that landed on the other party's head actually flowed down the other party's skin like running water, and sank into the ground under his feet, while the other party was still unscathed and graceful. Let him be a little surprised.

"how can that be?"

Facing Pan Shizheng's distorted expression, Ye Fashan smiled slightly, and still spoke gently.

"Senior brother Pan, the master told our senior brothers more than ten years ago that you have a bad character and like to sneak attack! I saw you today... But in the face of real strength, these small actions are of no avail. You faced my master back then. It was like this when you were respected, and it is like this now.”

Having said that, Ye Fashan nodded politely like a nobleman.

"Senior Brother Pan, please be careful, I'm going to unleash my sword next... unsheath San Hua, cut!"

Following the voice, a purple sword light shot out from behind him, and fell towards the top of Pan Shizheng's head.Around Jianguang, you can faintly see petals falling, which looks very beautiful.

"Hmph! Am I afraid of you? Get up!"

After seeing the opponent's sword light, Pan Shizheng didn't dare to neglect immediately, and the magic sword in his hand rose into the air, turned into a sword light, and greeted the purple sword light in front of him.

For a moment, the entire arena was full of brilliance, and the two sword lights went back and forth, like a dragon!

"Really good swordsmanship!"

Bo Shouchang of the Bo Family Road blinked, looking at the two sword lights criss-crossing the arena in front of him with a look of surprise.

"Even my current swordsmanship is only on par with theirs. Are real people already this strong?"

……

Jingle Jingle!

Two sword lights, one purple and one white, struck each other in the air, making a crisp sound of metal and iron clanging, which immediately attracted the attention of the high priests who were watching the battle.

"There are still some fly in the ointment!"

A certain little loli with a small whisk in her hand was standing in her place, looking at the purple sword light in front of her with an old-fashioned look on her face, which could overwhelm the best of the real people of the Shangqing sect, Shangqing Master Pan, the successor of the Dharma Master, was a helpless young man who shook his head and commented very cutely.

"Although Xiao Yezi's talent for swordsmanship is the highest among Qingwei's three disciples, and her swordsmanship has reached the level of hardness and softness, but the swordsmanship has been clear and clear since the last discussion. Compared with micro, it is still worse!"

"Master! Xiao Yezi is only 16 years old this year, and Qing Wei was 19 years old when he discussed the Dao last time."

A girl with a bun was sitting next to the little loli and said in a low voice.

"That's right! Master, you said yourself that you were 30 years old when you mastered the subtle state..."

Regarding the Baotou girl's words, little Loli didn't even glance at him, but the whisk in her hand turned a corner instantly, and hit the Baotou girl's buttocks, making a crisp sound.

Snapped!
"Ah! Master, I was wrong..."

"Humph!"

Little Loli snorted coldly, then turned her head to look at a girl in men's clothing sitting on the other side of her.

"Yinniang, how far is your swordsmanship from God and Ming?"

"It should be very close!"

The girl in men's clothing nodded respectfully to the little Lolita, and replied honestly.

"When I practiced the sword these few days, I could already vaguely feel that feeling. It seems that as long as I strike the next sword, I can cut through the barrier in the middle..."

"Hmm! Your swordsmanship has reached the bottleneck!"

Little Lolita nodded old-fashionedly, and said to the girl in men's clothing.

"Now you have two methods. The first is to continue to practice step by step and break through it naturally. However, this method may cause you to be stuck at this stage for a long time. The second method is to find a comparable opponent and fight with all your strength. , raise your energy to the highest level, and cut out your most perfect sword..."

"Master, the method you mentioned seems to be very dangerous!"

The girl with Baotou moved her head and continued.

"With Daozhen's current strength, if he finds a comparable opponent to fight with all his strength, then if there is a mistake, he will die. Master, do you have a safer way..."

"..."

Hearing the Baotou girl's words, the little Lolita immediately became speechless. Gritting her teeth, she raised the small whisk in her hand, and swiped at the Baotou girl's head and face.

"Rebel, if you are afraid of even this little danger, what kind of sword do we practice?"

clap clap clap!
"But it's very dangerous... Okay! Okay! Master, I was wrong!"

……

"The little guy Ye Zi's sword skills are just that, but this sword looks really beautiful..."

The Queen Mother of the West looked at Yaojiao moving around on the ring, like a swimming dragon, suppressing the white sword light on the opposite side, suppressing the lusterless purple sword light, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, looking sideways at Mrs. Shangyuan beside her .

"Shangyuan, do you know where Xuanyuan got this sword?"

"This sword seems to be obtained by Mr. Lang from another world!"

After hearing Queen Mother Xi's words, Mrs. Shangyuan immediately replied with some uncertainty.

"I remember that Mr. Lang complained to me before, saying that his Gu Chen was very domineering after learning from his real dragon, so that the two good swords he got before were useless at all, as long as he took them out Will be chased and hacked by Gu Chen!"

"Other worlds, it's no wonder they are a bit flashy, but the power of things like swords is second, and the most important thing is to look good..."

Queen Mother Xi nodded slightly, her sharp eyes swept across the purple sword light again.

"By the way, after Xiao Yezi's discussion is over this time, Shangyuan, go and borrow the sword from the little guy, and let my mother see how other worlds make swords, and my mother can also learn from it!"

"..."

Unlike the Great God of the Queen Mother of the West, the other high-ranking people who were watching the ceremony saw the purple sword light of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Ye Fashan, which actually overwhelmed the best of the real people of the Shangqing sect, the Shangqing Fashan. When Pan Shizheng, the main heir, had no power to fight back, all of his faces were filled with unbelievable expressions.

"Junior Brother Wang!"

Wang Yan, the head of Tian Gu's ten elders, looked at the stunning purple sword light above the ring, and at the same time turned his head to look at the Taoist Wang Zhenwei who was carrying a long sword beside him.

"How is this disciple of Qingwei's sword skills?"

"Strong!"

Wang Zhenwei nodded silently and spoke.

"At a young age, I have already been in a subtle state where rigidity and softness meet, and it is only a step away from my current state. In time, I am afraid that I will be a Qingwei again."

"Hehe! First, my brothers and I met Qingxiazi when I was at my peak, and then Jingxian, the most amazing and talented person in my Louguan Taoism, met Qingwei again. Now the next generation of my Louguan has not grown up yet. When he got up, Qingwei's disciples could press Master Pan and beat him..."

Wang Yan looked at the majestic Ye Fashan on the ring, then turned his head to look at the tornado above Yunzhongcheng, sighed silently, his face was full of helplessness.

"Could it be that my Lou Guan lineage really didn't prosper in the world and become the leader of the Taoist sect?"

……

"Senior Brother Pan is indeed superb in swordsmanship, and he is worthy of being the candidate for the next generation of Dharma Lord of the Shangqing Dynasty!"

When the two sword lights on the ring were gradually stalemate, Ye Fashan raised his head gently, smiled slightly at Pan Shizheng with a dignified face, and said unhurriedly.

"It seems that if Pindao only uses one sword, it will take some time to suppress Senior Brother Pan, so..."

Speaking of this, I saw Ye Fashan raised his other hand, and Cheng Jian pointed in the air.

"Yasha, get out of the sheath!"

The next moment, the people present saw a green brilliance flashing out from behind him, passing across the sky like a green lightning, the speed was so fast that some people's spiritual thoughts couldn't keep up.

"Offended, Senior Brother Pan!"

After showing Sanye Duojian, Ye Fashan calmly nodded to Master Pan and swiped his hands at the same time.

"Two swords combined..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the purple sword light in the air had overlapped with the green sword light, and the two sword lights became radiant at the same time in an instant.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky... cut!"

Click!

The moment Sanye joined the swords, there was a crisp sound in the air, and then he saw the white sword light released by Pan Shizheng cut into two by the combined swords, and then the sword light drooped, It cut down on Pan Shizheng's body.

It was completely unexpected that Master Pan, who was so fierce after the opponent's two swords merged, became ashen-faced the moment the magic sword was slashed. Although he wanted to avoid it, it was too late, and the two rainbow-like sword lights had already fallen. down.

At this critical moment, the voice of Queen Mother Xi was heard from the viewing platform.

"Certainly!"

(End of this chapter)