Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 306 Mind

(Thanks to classmate Li Moxuan for the pink color~! I’ll give you more information tomorrow when someone is coming home~! Sorry, sorry~!)
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Canglan Continent, Tuanlong Yunhai, Qujian Sect.

A few strands of hair were messy in front of her forehead, beating regularly with her movements.

The facial features are as sharp as a knife, with sharp edges and corners, and a pair of phoenix eyes are deep and condensed, focusing on the sharp sword in his hand, repeating the same sword move.

The light of the sword is fierce and cold. If you pay careful attention, you can find that each sword looks the same but is actually different. From the force of the shot, the extent of the wrist rotation, to the point of the sword tip, they are constantly adjusted, and there is some reality. , there are explorations and determinations, defenses and attacks, and the sword style can evolve endlessly with just one move.

The snow-white robe is very inconsistent with his bronze skin. Anyone who knows Wu Wu knows that his favorite color is gray and white. Gray is fine. This white is the most commonly worn. Although the black and white combination does not look very pleasing to the eye. , which is quite eye-catching.

In fact, among the newly promoted inner disciples, Wuwei is indeed very popular.

The internal battles within the Curved Sword Sect are becoming more and more intense, and the Zhao family, headed by the Holy Lord Qiming, is becoming more and more isolated. This Holy Lord is unruly by nature. When he was young, he was not a master who bowed to others, and now he is even more disdainful of being insincere with others. To entrust the snake.

A few years ago, because his recognized grandson Nangong Zangfeng trespassed into the magic tower in the Demon Forest Sea, he was stood up and tried his best to suppress the Zhao family's forces. He was very angry. Now, the division of the Curved Sword Sect is clear, and the two sides are becoming more and more fierce. The power is the same as fire and water. Although Qiming Holy Lord is strong, the Zhao family's operation is short-lived, and it is not as powerful as the alliances of those other families. This time, when the outer disciples were elected to the inner sect, only Wuwei was selected from the Zhao family, and the rest were all subordinates of the other party. Such a disparity in proportion has made Wuwei, who was once unknown, famous.

Most people felt that it would be a matter of time before Wuwei lost his life. Only a few people felt that it was precisely because Wuwei was "weak and alone" that the Zhao family would protect him. Otherwise, wouldn't they be at a disadvantage?

The battles between the two sides have always been back and forth, with each other losing and winning. It has not yet reached the point of a fight to the death. Everyone is testing the other side's bottom line. After all, when a big sect like the Curved Sword Sect fights, the injuries will be light. , no one wants to see the worst situation, so the two-faced people are still restrained and try not to touch the fragile nerves of the other party.

Wuwei entered the inner gate under such circumstances, and was repeatedly provoked as soon as he arrived. Without exception, everyone who came was filled with hatred, which suddenly caused a shock in the entire sect.

While the two sides were still maintaining a fair fight and "stopping at the last minute", only crippling the opponent or maiming others, this dear man has already taken the "sword without mercy" to the extreme. Under the sword in his hand, there will be no survivors. Who can Whoever comes to die, paved a road to fame with blood, quickly rose to prominence in the family, and became one of the most shining juniors in the Zhao family.

His sword is so fast!ruthless!Absolutely!

Having captured the essence of the sword's invincibility, it can be called a murderous sword.

"Young Master..." The voice was sweet and graceful. A pair of twin sisters stood in the distance, their eyes were full of stars, their pink faces and peach cheeks were lightly smudged like rouge. They were indescribably bright and shy. They were obviously speaking at the same time. , the width of the half-open lips are the same, but there is only one sound.

Not even interested in taking a look, her sexy thin lips pursed slightly, and she squeezed out a cold word from between her teeth.

"roll!"

The tone was extremely calm and had no ups and downs, but it made the two people standing far away tremble and feel chilled to the bone.

The blush on her face had not yet faded, and one of the women wanted to defend herself urgently, "Sir, we are..."

The long and narrow phoenix eyes looked straight over, and the narrowed eyes showed unspeakable danger. The flying sword came out of his hand and circled around the necks of the two people with a "swish".

The two women closed their mouths at the same time with their undisguised murderous intent vented, their faces as pale as paper.

They were just mortals, chosen to serve because of their identical beauty. They had long known that the immortal master they followed was cold-faced and inhumane, but they didn't expect it to be like this. They were not even allowed to say a complete sentence, and they almost... The tip of the sword almost touched their beautiful necks. As soon as it got a little closer, the two of them...

"Get out of here, are you deaf?!" A girl in crimson clothes, carrying a huge sword on her back, yelled angrily.

The two women trembled and were so frightened that they didn't even dare to raise their heads and quickly retreated.

"Hmph! With such cowardice, the two old guys are getting worse and worse!" Qi Duanjing muttered in a low voice, "The butts are really big, but what is the use of such a woman besides giving birth to children? She can't even run fast. Even if you run for your life, you have to be a few steps slower than others..." She curled her lips disapprovingly and resented the selection standards of Master and Senior Zhao. They were too crude, okay?
Do they only have one criterion for selecting women?How big is your butt?
As long as this one is qualified, any fragrant and smelly thing can be stuffed through it?

"Fearless brother!" Qi Duanjing greeted loudly and loudly, drew out the giant sword from behind, rushed over, and the two flying swords collided together, sparks bursting out.

The two flying swords intersected quickly, and a series of sparks flew. Qi Duanjing's giant sword did not take advantage of it because of its size. The two figures became fainter and became more hazy. After countless moves, Qi Duanjing jumped away. , the giant sword was thrown back and landed steadily behind him.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you. Brother Wuwei, your swordsmanship has become even better." The little girl was a little depressed. The master obviously said that she was a genius in swordsmanship, but she had never taken advantage of the man in front of her. Both parties It's just a move, it doesn't use real energy, it's purely a swordsmanship competition, but this person's "murderous sword" moves are vicious and tricky, and she will be in danger if she doesn't pay attention. Of course she will be much better when combined with her cultivation, but alone In terms of swordsmanship, it seems that she is indeed slightly inferior, although she doesn't quite admit it.

Every time the two of them traded moves, she had to put in all her energy, but this time, the feeling of powerlessness became more and more obvious. There is no doubt that the fearless brother has taken another step forward in swordsmanship.

The master said that in addition to the three characters of "quick", "cruel" and "extreme", the sword of the fearless brother also needs to add the word "zhi".Success is also obsession, failure is also obsession.

If you advance because of obsession, you will also be blocked by obsession in the future.

Practicing the sword is actually training the mind. The person holding the sword must be ruthless but also sentimental. If there is no need, there must be something to ask for. If there is no desire, there will be strength, but if there is no desire, there will be no progress.

It is not easy to grasp the proportion accurately. She is practicing the sword of the will, while Wuwei is practicing the sword of the will. It seems to be slightly better than her. Even if she is higher in talent than the opponent, her final achievements are different. , we really can’t draw any conclusions at this time.

"Just do it casually, you're being rigid." Wuwei said calmly.

Qi Duan frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Yes, the master also said that I should do it as soon as I think of it, but I always remember what the old man always said to do according to my ability. Alas, it is really a contradiction. I want a head. Split in two.”

Seeing her complaining with a grimace, he was indifferent. His eyes only lingered on the sword, touching every point where it just intersected with the giant sword with his fingers, squinting and feeling it carefully.

"You know, Zhao Cangyu is back!" Qi Duanjing said with a distressed look.

A cold light flashed in Feng's eyes, and the movements of his hands paused.

"That kid is really lucky. Tsk tsk. I heard that most of the people who went with him this time died, and those who came back alive were more or less injured. Only that kid is fine. Brother Fearless, what do you think of him? No matter how much you use your shitty luck, you can never run out of it?”

Fearless eyes flashed. He was also half a direct descendant of the Zhao family. He knew that Zhao Cangyu had a few life-saving things in him. Even if he faced a monk at the Golden Core stage, he would be able to escape unscathed.

When the family was in crisis, the former romantic young master suddenly changed his mind and dismissed all his concubines. He vowed to live and die with the family and do his best to serve as a soldier to defend against the enemy...

I have to say that Zhao Cangyu found this opportunity very cleverly, and his rise was also very timely.

Distress is also an opportunity. Heroes emerge in troubled times. If there had not been such internal strife within the Qujian Sect, Zhao Cangyu would not have emerged.

This person can make a decisive decision, make a desperate move, and use himself as a bargaining chip to bet on everything. He is by no means a simple person.

This "achievement" achieved at the risk of one's life will be rewarded based on merit in the future.

After breaking, there will be a standing. If you don't break, you won't stand. Isn't this an opportunity for the Zhao family?
"I don't believe that he can be fine every time." Qi Duanjing said through gritted teeth, "Scumbag like this will die early and be reborn!"

Qi Duanjing's resentment towards Zhao Cangyu comes from many aspects. What makes her most angry is that this man claimed to have dismissed a group of concubines, but in fact he secretly killed these women. What he did was extremely secretive, and he always had various tricks. Find a convincing excuse to prove that the death of these women has nothing to do with him.

This shameless and shameless scum is simply the public enemy of women, and everyone should punish him.

"You unfilial son!" The roar rose from the ground, like a thunder hitting beside him.

Rolling his eyes, Qi Duanjing smiled, showing two neat rows of white teeth, winked for a while, and quickly fled the scene.

"It's an unfilial grandson." Facing the visitor, he obviously spoke more, and the expression on his face became richer, showing some worries and some helplessness.

"Don't talk to me about anything else!" Holy Lord Qiming suddenly appeared in front of Wuwei, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, "What good is that damn girl that deserves your concern so much? If I had known, I would have struck him to death with one palm on that day. She also saves you from worrying so much that you are almost thinking of a devil!"

"No!" The man in white clothes and black face suddenly turned around and looked away. He felt ashamed and angry. There were actually cracks on his cold face that had not changed for thousands of years, giving him a rare sense of discomfort.

"Nothing?" Holy Lord Qiming stared.

"There is no... magic barrier!" The tone was very firm, if you ignore that moment of hesitation.

Holy Lord Qiming smiled instead, "Boy, how many years have I lived and how many years have you lived? Do you think I can't see your thoughts?"

(End of this chapter)