Chapter 236 Wusheng Killing Sword
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The person following Fang Han is an unknown young man in white, but judging from the strong mana on him, this is not a He is a simple young man, but a veteran in the spiritual world.
He landed, slowly and slowly, looking down at Fang Han from a slightly higher place.
"I heard that you had some adventures and dared to offend Hua Tiandu. Yes, Hua Tiandu should be stepped on."
For this kind of person who always talks to himself, Fang Han still has a little patience and said: "I don't need outsiders to take care of my Yuhua Sect's affairs."
"Outsiders? Hehe, you are a newcomer. Do the true disciples not even recognize me, Meng Shaobai?" said the young man in white.
Meng Shaobai?
Among the true disciples of the Yuhua Sect, there was indeed someone named this name, but Fang Han had never seen him before.
To be precise, he has never met most of the true disciples of Yuhua Sect.
Because not everyone is so idle and stays in the sect to socialize. Everyone usually travels outside, hunts for treasures, or collects vitality to practice magical powers.
Monks have a long life, and it is common not to return to the mountain gate for several years, or even longer.
This Meng Shaobai and Fang Han have never been seen in the sect. I am not sure whether he is a real person, but I think the probability is high. There is no benefit for ordinary people to pretend to be this person.
"Humph, it turns out to be Senior Brother Meng, but Junior Brother I have something to do, so I'll just say goodbye." Fang Han had a bad look on his face and was about to leave.
Fang Han followed him furtively along the way, only to reveal his figure when he reached the Mist Ninja Wilderness. Even his fellow disciple Fang Han didn't think the other party was hiding anything. It was best to walk on both sides of the road facing the sky.
"Stop!" Meng Shaobai shouted, "You, a fourth-level magical power, dare to show your face in front of me. Now kneel down and present your adventure!"
"..."< br>
Fang Han took a deep breath, "Eclosion" There are quite a few devils like you among the disciples. They all know how to take advantage of others without practicing hard. It seems that today I, Fang Han, have to clean up the family again. "
Fang Han felt that this famous sect is a mess. Is there something wrong with decency?
Why are all the disciples similar to the devil?
Look at the inner disciples before, and then look at the Meng Shaobai in front of you, what the hell!
When I become the leader of the Yuhua Sect, I must rectify the sect's style, clean up these cancers, and restore the Immortal Dao to a bright and prosperous world.
"You? Clean the house? Hahahaha..."
Meng Shaobai laughed, and then the sword energy around him surged wildly, and his mana condensed the sword. It was obviously a very powerful magical power. As soon as he unleashed it, the power of the sword tore through the white clouds in the sky. The sword's intent was overwhelming, reversing yin and yang, turning into a sphere that enveloped Fang Han.
Fang Han had already activated the mecha's defense, but the opponent did not make a killing move. Instead, he trapped him, seemingly trying to capture him alive.
"You are like a plaything in my hand, how dare you say that you are cleaning up the house?" Meng Shaobai said proudly.
His sword energy has an astonishing killing intent, and has the aura of destruction that destroys all things and leaves no life left. However, he has trained it to be both strong and soft, and can be turned into a cage.
He was thinking about Fang Han's adventure, so he didn't kill him immediately.
But judging from the murderous intent in his magic power, he is by no means a kind person.
"Dedicate yourself to your adventures. I want both magic weapons and supernatural powers. Don't think about resisting. Even if you have a low-grade Taoist weapon in your hand, you can't be my opponent. I never rely on magic weapons." Meng Shaobai obviously has a winning chance. Fang Han said calmly: "It seems that you haven't returned to the sect during this time, and I roughly understand your thinking. You probably think that I just conflict with Hua Tian and there are restrictions in the sect, so Hua Tian can't get it How am I?”
Meng Shaobai felt something was wrong, "What do you want to say?"
"I want to say that if the elders of the sect had not stopped him that day, Hua Tiandu would have died."< br>
Fang Han said, a layer of virtual light solidified, covered with pieces of metal, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a silver-white metal giant, holding a heavy sword, and pointed directly at Meng Shao. Come for free.
The lines on the silver-white heavy sword shone brightly, and the semi-holy mecha's blade was devastating, cutting open the prison of Meng Shaobai's sword energy and heading towards him.
Meng Shaobai was surprised that Fang Han could have such a method, but he was not a weakling. He immediately closed his body with the sword, turned into a sword light and escaped, disappearing into thin air.
The silver-white semi-holy mecha stood tall and glanced around. The mecha's perception system reflected a faint shadow from the clouds, and then struck it with a sword like lightning.
Meng Shaobai's figure was revealed, and he felt that Fang Han's magic weapon was fully functional, not a mortal thing, and it covered his whole body. It might be difficult to test it with assassination techniques, so the magic power roared out.
"Killing Yuan Jue, Wusheng Killing Sword!"
His magic power gushes out from the sea of consciousness, a golden elixir shines with immortal brilliance, hanging above his head, and the endless sword energy condenses into a handle The black killing sword seems to have swallowed up all the light in the world, bringing only killing and leaving only extinction.
"Fang Han, he is an eighth-level expert in the secret realm of supernatural powers. He has survived the catastrophe of wind and fire and is about to condense the existence of the laws of heaven and earth." Yan was well-informed and gave Fang Han a hint.
The Wusheng Killing Sword and the silver-white mecha were facing each other tit for tat. Meng Shaobai saw that Fang Han's methods were not easy to deal with, but he was not willing to leave immediately, but planned to test Fang Han's quality.
Among the true disciples of the Yuhua Sect, Hua Tiandu and he are both expected to compete for the position of the leader of the Yuhua Sect. When Feng Baiyu retires, a successor will inevitably be chosen.
Fang Han, who has recently emerged, is also a potential stock. He naturally has the idea of defeating a competitor and turning the opponent's adventure into qualifications for his own cultivation and advancement.
"The eighth level of magical power? Isn't that much worse than Hua Tiandu? How dare you come to trouble me with such a level of cultivation!" Fang Han was disdainful.
It's just nonsense. Do you think that I, Fang Han, can fight against Hua Tiandu only by relying on sect rules?
“With your mere fourth-level magical power, how much power can you activate this magic weapon?”
Meng Shaobai used sword against sword, and the killing sword and the silvery white condensed by the sword gang were Heavy swords slashed at each other, mana and divine energy agitated, fierce explosions occurred in the sky, the broken sword energy was like a goddess scattering flowers, turning into a sword energy storm and sweeping out, tearing the clouds into pieces.
A figure coughed up blood and flew out upside down, and the golden elixir above its head dimmed a lot.
Obviously, Meng Shaobai was at a disadvantage in the duel just now. The killing sword condensed by Jian Gang shook and the sword energy was scattered.
Fang Han looked at the silver heavy sword in his hand in surprise, with a shallow slash mark on it.
Although Meng Shaobai lacks magic power and cannot compare with the Semi-Saint Mecha, the lifeless killing sword he condensed with the sword is extraordinary. It has the killing intention to extinguish all life, even matter. , able to leave a slash mark on the heavy sword of the Semi-Saint Mecha.
“This swordsmanship is pretty good.” Fang Han praised.
(End of this chapter)