Chapter 343： Waiting for Jun

At the time of the sword, Fang Xing had already felt that the sword had an extraordinary air force. At least it was weaker than the five-colored swords that were enshrined in the main hall. The atmosphere was too violent and strange, so the party did not dare to mix casually. Of course, it was later When people merged forcibly, they had to accept their fate. In the future, the road of practice will inevitably intersect with this sword. Oh,

If this is the case, why not reach a settlement with it earlier, and use some of its power?

The sword fetus has a spirit, is warmed up by the monks, can grow by the power of the monk, and in the sword fetus, in addition to its own power, it should also have the ancient flying swordsmanship that has been lost on the Tianyuan continent, then However, in the secret record, you can "spread a white light, smashing the enemy thousands of miles away" of the gods and different spells, if you do not move, it is strange.

It is reasonable to say that the method of comprehending this ancient flying sword technique is also very simple. The mystery of the sword fetus is here, because the sword fetus is the spirituality born in the flying sword, so it has the flying sword of the ancient times. The cultivation of magical powers, to put it bluntly, as long as the communication with the sword fetus is complete, and after the adaptation of its own cultivation and the sword tire, the ancient flying swordsmanship naturally became.

However, this black sword was a bit strange. After entering the sea, he flew straight into the foggy area where he knew the sea. Until now, he communicated with Fang Xing, and the lazy figure sank. The mud at the bottom of the pond, Fang Xing has tried to communicate with it several times, but the uncle did not say anything, and did not respond to a trace of God, seems to have been sleeping.

If you go with him in peacetime, but now the challenge is imminent. Fangxing also refuses to take care of this.

"Black sword tire. Come out and chat with Xiaoye..."

The true spirit stands outside the foggy area. Fangxing urged the gods and shouted to the foggy area.

He also learned to be smart, but now he dares not to break into the fog, or he will be photographed back to reality by the fog.

However, after God entered the sea of ​​knowledge, it was like a sea of ​​stones, and there was no reaction.

Fang Xing waited for a long while, not reconciled, and shouted: "That black ugly sword. Come out and talk to your little master..."

Still no movement, in the fog, a silence.

Fangxing was annoyed this time. He directly said, "I am going to your uncle. You are quite big on the shelf. When you enter the things that the little man knows about the sea, there is nothing that is not used for me. Yin and Yang Shenjianjian, Sanchazhen. Which fire is not on call? Even the Jianguang has helped Xiaoye once, how is your shelf so big? When the young master is repaired, he has to take it out..."

As he read into the misty zone. Still no movement came out, but the fog was surging for a while. It seems that there have been changes in it, faintly, and it seems that there is anger rising inside.

He knows that there is a play, and he simply screams louder: "You are a ugly sword, forced to merge with your little master, but refused to pass on the ancient flying sword, and refused to obey my confession. I know that Xiaoye has saved you from the abyss of the sword. Are you **** still have no conscience? I can tell you that now the young master is going to do a very dangerous thing. If I am dead, you will not be able to get good in my knowledge of the sea. It will disappear and be completely finished..."

In the fog, suddenly a bang, like a lightning strike, a raging **** thoughts came out.

Fang Xing had already prepared himself psychologically, and “嗖” escaped a long way and carefully looked at the changes in the fog.

However, what made him relieved was that the black sword and the sword in the fog were not irritated by him. To come out and make a move with him, it was only a **** thought, suspended in the sea of ​​knowledge. It turned into a group of translucent black brilliance, without any murderousness. At the same time, there was a wave of thoughts in the fog, which turned into a distant and resounding voice.

"If the skill is not enough, forcibly resisting the strong enemy, not a hero, at most it is an idiot. If you go, no one will stop you. This is a merit for me to give you a self-acquaintance. If you can’t repair it, Yuan Ying I am not used to find me!"

"Well? You shouldn't be controlled by me?"

The party watched the foggy area with vigilance and shouted aloud.

The **** sword in the fog does not give face: "Hey, according to your current level, what is the qualification to control me? I have chosen you, just want to find a better sword, and take the merits, go. Nothing, don't bother me!"

After speaking, the voice gradually sank and there was no more sound.

The party line was called for a while, and it was necessary to negotiate with it for a while, and to challenge it for a while, and the **** sword directly made a dumb.

"In any case, it’s good to have it for a while..."

Fang Xing sighed, although he could not control the black sword, but it also forced a little something.

The true spirit was on the side, carefully detecting the black brilliance of the group, and found that there was nothing unusual, only a little relieved, and thought that this **** sword chose itself as its "sword", naturally did not ruin the sword The reason, then stunned the heart, swallowed the glory of the group, and in a moment, there was a mysterious heart in the mind that circulated in my mind...

Fang Xing thought for a long while, and finally slowly made this pass clear.

Different from his imagination, this kind of merit is not a magical weapon, it is not even a spell, but it is a method such as mobilizing spiritual power, concealing the body shape, and moving the changes. If you have to find a suitable statement, this is a battle method specially tailored for warfare. Strictly speaking, it is similar to the martial arts.

What's more, this set of methods has no name, no grades, and it is difficult to judge the pros and cons.

Fang Xing looked at it for a while, some were not reconciled, and shouted to the fog: "When the young man is so good, he said that the good ancient flying swordsmanship, you quickly hand it over to me, otherwise you should not know the little master. Staying in the sea..."

I have to say a few more words, I have to get some benefits, but I didn’t expect that this time, the **** sword did not talk nonsense with him at all. The fog was like a wave, and the real spirit of the party line was shot twice. The whole person was alert. He has already retired from the sea. He stayed for a while, and he couldn’t do anything. He hated the big man: "This bastard, the shelf is bigger than the little man, when he is a grandfather?"

Jin Wu was doing a good hump in the air, and did not notice that Fang Xing had sunk into the sea. He listened so loudly, and suddenly he was shocked. He turned back and looked at him: "Frightened me." One jump, what are you doing?"

Fangdaodao: "Hey, a bastard, how is your sword-fighting now?"

Jin Wudao: "Just started to contact, cultivate feelings, what do you ask this?"

Fang Xing listened more depressed, thinking how the black sword of the young master is so difficult?

He originally wanted to surrender the black sword tire at this dangerous juncture, but also to add a boost, but did not expect that this black sword tire does not buy his own account, then I have to study it to give myself the nameless merits to try Try it, to say it, this unnamed slogan pays attention to the changes, close-fitting melee, and his appetite, but unfortunately such warfare techniques are often not high.

At this time, within the Qingyun Zongshan Gate, a prison table of 100 feet high has been erected.

On the top of the platform, there is a huge purple gold pillar, the iron lock on the top, tied with a black man who is black and sturdy. He is naked in the upper body, **** on his body, full of swords, and in Above the sword, but still a bit of a burnt, sealed the blood mouth, on his head, there are eight purple flags floating, gathering clouds, and in front of him, is a hundred bronze swords, roads and blood.

Under the punishment platform, there is a row of executions, including Dan, a pharmacist who is well versed in medical skills, and a monk who is in charge of Leifa. Such a group of people is the execution of the imperial concubine. People, and the seven peaks of the original Qingyunzong, after leaving the wine and meat monk, only five left, and now the highest point of the five peaks, there is a monk sitting on the plate.

These five people, on the main peak of the center, are sitting on the Jindan monk of the emperor's family. The other four peaks are sitting on the nine-curve, the Lingyun, the squat, and the black marsh. Dan, these five people are responsible for sitting here, waiting for the party. They hide their body shape and make it difficult for others to discover, but their knowledge is covered with a whole hundred miles.

In such a situation, as long as the party came here, a little strange, they can immediately control the situation.

In order to make one person, the five golden dragons will be dispatched, and the hatred of the emperor’s family can be seen.

偌大青云宗, has become a big amnesty, only wait for the party to take the initiative.

In the hustle and bustle, the iron is so mad that it has been miserable to a few uninhabited! (To be continued...)