After becoming an undercover agent of Xianmen, I won by lying down

Chapter 55: If you don’t have the foresight, you will be sent to die.

Wang Ziheng was subconsciously forced back by the pressure of the Divine Sword and Sword Spirit. Looking at the powerful Blood Bamboo Sword and Sword Spirit, something called greed and desire flashed across his eyes.

"As expected of a divine sword, the sword spirit alone already overwhelms me."

Wang Ziheng's fan spirit was able to withstand it at first, but due to the increasing pressure of the Blood Bamboo Sword, the phantom turned into a bubble and disappeared into the air after all.

Shen Fu hugged the side of the ring with his hands, his expression indifferent, and he had no intention of interfering at all.

Because, this Blood Bamboo Sword Spirit with a very strong self-esteem had just made a strong request to let him shine in the limelight with an attitude as if he was a twenty-five or eighty thousand man.

Then, let him play by himself.

"Junior has met Lord Sword Spirit."

Wang Ziheng's attitude can be said to be very humble, which satisfied Sword Spirit's huge vanity, but on the surface he hummed casually very proudly: "The juniors of Xianmen are quite polite, and children can be taught."

Wang Ziheng smiled and understood the character of Sword Spirit in a few moments.After looking at Shen Fu who was indifferent, it was no wonder that at this age she was able to conquer such magical swords as the Blood Bamboo Sword. It turned out that the sword spirit of the Blood Bamboo Sword was as easy to satisfy as a child.

So if he instigates rebellion, will Excalibur and Sword Spirit also choose to follow him?

Wang Ziheng actually struggled for a few seconds. After all, it is not a gentleman's job to take someone's favor.But after thinking about it, this world is where the strong are respected, so it is understandable for the sword spirit to choose the one that is more suitable for him under the choice of two phases.

"Master Sword Spirit, to be honest, this junior has admired you for a long time. It's a pity that this junior is incompetent and has no chance to meet you before you have a contract. Otherwise, I believe I can be your best partner."

Shen Fu pulled his lips: "..."

Jian Ling didn't expect this junior to say such brazen words, and subconsciously looked at Shen Fu behind him, who was also speechless.

In order to express his absolute loyalty to Shen Fu, the great witch, Sword Spirit straightened up his chest and educated Wang Ziheng with righteous words: "There is no need to flatter me like this in front of me. After all, I also have discernment in selecting people, like you. Of course I don’t like it.”

"Except for Shen Fu, no one in this world is worthy to be my master!"

If it were an ordinary owner, I'm afraid he would be moved to tears by now.

But Shen Fu only felt that it was hypocritical.

She has always believed that if you want to rob something, you can rob it based on your ability. If you win, you can take it.If you can't win, then you can keep your life together to pay for the sin of provoking me just now.

After all, there are many weapons, and this one is not the only one.

Wang Ziheng's fawning face instantly cracked, and he became a little more angry, "It's nothing, even if you don't get the favor of the senior, it doesn't matter. It is also an honor for the junior to have a chance to compete with the senior in this life."

After Wang Ziheng finished speaking, he immediately threw the fan in his hand. The moment the fan approached the sword spirit, it turned into an extremely sharp blade. The purpose of the blade was very clear, pointing directly at the sword spirit's eyes.

The sword spirit's reaction speed was also very fast, with more disdain in anger, he raised his right hand, two fingers clamped the blade with ease, and a drop of blood from his fingertips fell on the ring.

Wang Ziheng controlled the blade of the fan and continued to push forward, but the strength of the sword spirit was much stronger than him.The finger holding the blade turned to the right, and the blade instantly shattered.

The smashed fan turned into countless small swords and spread out in all directions. The sword spirit directly cast a spell to create a protective shield to protect Shen Fu behind him, and then he flashed directly in front of Wang Ziheng, and pinched his neck with his cold and slender hands.

The veins on Wang Ziheng's neck popped instantly, and the suffocation of death enveloped him. At this moment, he realized how stupid his behavior of provoking Excalibur and Sword Spirit was.

"Sword...Sword Spirit...Master Sword Spirit...Please...Please forgive me...Please forgive me..."

Sword Spirit's beautiful eyes were filled with sarcasm, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger: "You are so brave. How dare you go to heaven with just a few compliments from me? Huh? You actually dare to sneak attack me, then... There’s a price to pay.”

"Please... please... please... forgive me"

Wang Ziheng was lifted up, his feet still fluttering in the air, but he had no ability to resist in front of the sword spirit.

"Forgive you?"

The Sword Spirit will not do such holy things, "Now I want to cut off your flesh and blood inch by inch, and give the little beasts in the fairy mountain a taste of what human flesh tastes like. If you have the courage to challenge me, why don't you have the courage? Bear the consequences?"

"Impossible!"

Yun Jing, the lord of the Hejing Sect who was still watching the play calmly just now, could no longer keep his composure, so he hurriedly asked Mu Song for a way to see if he could keep Wang Ziheng.

"This is the eldest disciple of our sect. I have spent so much time training him, but I must not let him die here."

Musong was a little speechless. Your disciple went to provoke the Divine Sword and Sword Spirit without a single thought. Such a result was purely what he asked for.

"Yunjing, how can I help you? We can't interfere with the things in the Immortal Mountain at all, we can only watch from the outside. If we intervene rashly, we will not only alarm the immortal clan, but also annoy the sword spirit."

Musong's words seemed to indicate that he wanted to be the shopkeeper.

Yun Jing was extremely angry, "The disciples of the three sects should be in the same breath, but your disciples watched her sword spirit slaughter my disciples. Do you not care about such behavior?"

As soon as he said this, Fu Xin was not happy.

"What happened just now is obvious to all. You, a senior disciple, are not strong enough, and your character is not good enough. If you want to make mistakes, why should you blame my disciple? Yunjing, you are already old, why don't you distinguish between right and wrong? Shameless?"

Yunjing snorted. He just wanted to keep his disciples now, no matter what the shamelessness.

"Anyway, if my disciple dies in the Immortal Mountain, it will be fine if he is beaten to death by the defenders. But if he is killed by the disciples of the sect, then I will definitely pursue him to the end and fight to the death!"

Fu Xin laughed shamelessly at Yunjing, "Okay, then see who you can beat!"

Fu Xin and Yun Jing seemed to be on the verge of fighting, and Mu Song only felt a headache.

"Fu Xin, otherwise you will..."

"Why?"

Fu Xin threw away the table next to him with a slap in the face, "His disciple's virtuousness, it is justifiable to die, why should my disciple suffer this grievance?"

During the Grand Competition, the disciples' direct masters have three chances to summon them.These three opportunities are to give them advice, and the second is to be able to bring them out when they are most dangerous, which is also to prevent casualties.

However, Fu Xin thought why?
　Many of those moves are just tricks that I imagined in my mind, and I may not be able to describe them that well, because I don’t really know how to write fighting scenes, but I think it is an essential part, so Babies will take a look~
　　
　
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