Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The torrential rain poured down like a column, constantly washing every corner of the dense forest.

Those trees and vines that were infested by the demonic energy and could squirm a little, at this moment, seemed to have suffered some great terror, and huddled tightly, not daring to hang down at all.

In the dense forest, there are three trunks of big trees and three figures standing.

Huang Ying was holding a sword. Her whole body was drenched by the heavy rain, but she was full of murderous intent. She was worthy of being the chief of the Xuanji Sword Pavilion. Lin Muzhe never wanted to kill Huang Ying by force from the beginning, but just held her back and planned to kill Huang Ying. Let the beast tide kill Fang Lang and others, so that her goal will be achieved.

But Lin Muzhe frowned at this moment, looking at Fang Lang in a blood shirt in the distance.

The beast tide receded, but Fang Lang didn't die.

Not only did he not die, but he also appeared in front of her eyes, telling her not to leave in a hurry?

It's ridiculous...Although the beast tide failed to kill Fang Lang this time, why should a little guy who has just entered the third-rank sword gang speak so wildly!

Huang Ying also saw Fang Lang, a look of joy first appeared in his eyes, and then his face tightened.

Lin Muzhe is the artistic conception of Jiuduanjian.

It is only a thin line away from the upper fourth-rank realm, and it is impossible for Fang Lang to block such strength.

Moreover, Huang Ying has always known that Lin Muzhe still has cards that he has never used.

Rumor has it that Lin Muzhe was inherited from a deceased sword fairy of the Donglu Sword Sect, so her sword is absolutely extraordinary.

Huang Ying may have the confidence to block it, but Fang Lang will definitely not be able to stop it, and he will even be killed with one blow!

Lin Mu smiled.

The gorgeous face under the bamboo hat, the smile is a bit serious.

However, there was still a little vigilance in her heart. Fang Lang dared to stop her, fearing that he had confidence.

Boom!

Lin Muzhe's body bent like a shrimp, then bounced away, leaping high.

In an instant, the aura on her body began to rise steadily, and countless rainwater seemed to rotate and circle with her body.

The beast tide has subsided, she can no longer waste time here, she has to leave.

Now it seems that the task ordered by that nobleman has failed, and Lin Muzhe feels a little pity in his heart.

"The suzerain let me enter Youzhou Yaoque, and I must kill you Fang Lang with my own hands. Now it's just right, and you will send it to your door."

Lin Muzhe said indifferently.

In the cyclone dantian, sword intent burst out, and in an instant, countless rainwater seemed to be cut in half by a sword intent!

"Third grade in the district, the mantis arm is like a car, and it doesn't know how to live or die."

Lin Mu covered Fang Lang's eyes, condescending.

In the next moment, the sword energy gushed out of her heart, and she seemed to turn into a sword flower, rolling up countless rain swords, like a colorful python, rolling towards Fang Lang.

In the dense forest, waves were set off in an instant, and the tree trunks were cut by the sword energy and covered with fragmentary sword marks, devastated everywhere.

Huang Ying's expression changed.

However, before she could make a move, she saw Fang Lang in blood, smiling brightly.

He raised the sword in his hand.

That handle, Liansheng.

However, Fang Lang handed out a sword in an ordinary way. In an instant, countless rainwater exploded, and the colorful giant python hit him, and a rain lotus bloomed on the ground all over Fang Lang.

The giant python collided with the sword lotus, and countless sword qi scatter in all directions in the dense forest.

Huang Ying threw out the sword energy casually, smashing several surging sword waves.

Her eyes were shining, and she even stared at the Liansheng sword in Fang Lang's hand with some fanaticism.

"That's the Liansheng Sword of the Taihua Sect Master... The younger brother should rely on the power of the Liansheng Sword to break out of the beast horde!"

Huang Ying instantly figured out everything.

Xuanyuan Taihua, in the hearts of every disciple of Jianshu Sect, is like a god, and it is the goal and pursuit of every disciple's diligent practice.

The giant python shattered, Lin Muzhe stepped on a few broken raindrops, fell back onto the tree trunk, stared at Fang Lang, his eyes vigilant.

"Taihua Sword Immortal's Liansheng Sword!"

Lin Muzhe's words were full of dignity.

"Yes, are you afraid?"

Fang Lang held the Liansheng sword and smiled warmly, but, with that bloody suit, it looked... inexplicably creepy.

"It is rumored that Taihua Sect Master has four swords, Liansheng, Lianshi, Lianlun, Lianhui... Each sword contains great power."

"The lotus-born sword fell in Jianshu, and the town of Jianshu has never faded for thousands of years. The lotus-dead sword is located in the Maizong. The Maizong has been studying it for ten years. Domineering, the Lianhui Sword is inserted in the Dao Mausoleum of the Dao Sect, it is unreasonable."

Lin Muzhe stared at the Liansheng Sword in Fang Lang's hand, extremely apprehensive.

"However, you pulled out the Liansheng Sword. This is a signal. Xuanyuan Taihua's disappearance has been intimidating for more than ten years. Now, some nobles can't sit still."

Lin Muzhe let out a foul breath, and once again held the sword in his hand.

"It is also an honor to be able to confront Lianshengjian."

Lin Muzhe's words made Fang Lang slightly startled. So Lian Shengjian still has three companions?

Lotus life, lotus death, lotus wheel, lotus return... Isn't this together the cycle of life and death?

Is this the Taihua Sect Master's way of swordsmanship?

Fang Lang shook his head. Today, he still can't touch this level. This level of kendo is too high.

"Who sent you here?"

"Third Prince Li Liancheng?"

Fang Lang stood up straight, put his sword fingers together, and gently wiped the body of Lianshengjian, and with the clear sword chant, shook off the water stains on the sword, said.

Mostly, it can only be the third prince, the domineering owner of the royal blood.

Is this revenge for being stabbed three times by him last time?

Lin Muzhe stopped talking.

There are some things she can't say.

"Don't tell me..."

"Then I'll give you a big gift."

Fang Lang smiled warmly: "I killed Lin Yun, and I will send you to see Lin Yun."

"The whole family is neat and tidy."

"Is this gift big enough?"

Fang Lang said.

As the words fell, Fang Lang's body moved, feeling the explosive power contained in his body, and the next moment, Fang Lang's figure disappeared in place in an instant.

Borrowing the power card, borrowing Wen Ting's power.

The incomparably solid Nine-Duan Sword Artistic Conception.

It can be said that he is the first person in the lower fourth rank, because with Wen Ting's root talent, he should have stepped into the upper fourth rank long ago.

Due to some unknown reasons, Wen Ting has been stuck at the peak of the fourth-grade sword artistic conception.

For Fang Lang, this is not a big problem, as long as he can borrow strength.

Lightly brush the Liansheng sword with your fingers.

Fang Lang felt that the seeds of sword intent in his body were cheering, and there seemed to be a faint phantom of Wen Ting emerging from behind.

Xu Ying held the sword, but saw that the sword seemed to come alive, with his mouth open, swallowing the sword intent and sword energy one by one.

Lin Muzhe was cold and dignified.

According to Nan Zongzhu's description, among the four swords left by Taihua Sword Immortal, the Liansheng Sword contains the least mystery, because the Liansheng Sword did not suppress Jianshu Sect, while the other three swords were all used to suppress other sects strong presence.

But, now it seems that is not always the case.

Fang Lang was able to use Liansheng to unleash such powerful power, the mystery of Liansheng sword must be extremely deep!

As expected of Xuanyuan Taihua!

The number one sword fairy in the Tang Dynasty!

It is indeed the sword weapon of the first sword fairy!

Fortunately, Fang Lang only pulled out one lotus sword. If the other three swords were pulled out together, then this son... I'm afraid he will become the second Xuanyuan Taihua!

Lin Muzhe let out a breath slowly, and in her cyclone dantian, an ancient sword energy seemed to wake up.

That is the inheritance of the late sword fairy of Donglu Sword Sect that she got!

Today, I will use the sword of the sword fairy to kill the number one scholar!

Lin Muzhe's eyes froze, and countless sword qi burst out from his body, and the heavy rain poured back into the sky, and the countless raindrops seemed to be stagnant.

Huang Ying waved the sword in his hand with a dignified expression.

However, she suddenly looked in Fang Lang's direction, staring blankly.

But it was discovered that Fang Lang at this moment gradually overlapped with the figure of the man back then.

Did Wen Ting even pass this kind of sword move to Fang Lang?

Huang Ying was inexplicably sad.

Lin Muzhe felt the continuous gushing power. With the help of this sword energy that seemed to have gone through thousands of years, her strength seemed to have crossed the shackles of the fourth rank in an instant, and broke out with the power of the upper fourth rank to attack.

If Lin Muzhe has any insight, after this time, she has tried the power of the upper fourth rank, and she may be able to easily step into the upper fourth rank.

The benefit of this sword is huge for her.

"die!"

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth.

The raindrops were cut, and the forest curtain covered this moment, with the sleeves fluttering, and the face under the bamboo hat was extremely solemn, as if it had turned into a peerless immortal.

The sword in her hand seemed to linger with a ray of sword energy, and that ray of sword energy stirred between the heaven and the earth, exuding a brilliant majesty!

The sword spirit of the sword fairy.

Lin Muzhe floated, the brilliance on his body was extremely dazzling, a ray of sword energy, like a beam of light, illuminated the dark and dead world.

And the other side.

Fang Lang was dressed in blood, and the originally majestic aura on his body began to restrain himself, and kept restraining until he disappeared completely, just like an ordinary person.

A peerless sword fairy confronts an ordinary person holding a sword.

A showdown that seemed to have no suspense.

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Youzhou Yaoque.

Six thousand li station, under the heavy rain, it is still difficult to wash away the aura of austerity.

Here the flags are unfurled in the rain curtain, the soldiers are heavily armored, and one after another strong men in armor stand among them.

Zhou Yuan, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, was dressed in golden armor with an indifferent face. Beside him were one after another strong leaders of various sects, all of whom were practitioners of the upper fourth rank.

Wen Ting, who is in the fourth-grade sword intent realm, is somewhat conspicuous and unusual among them.

After taking a sip of wolfberry tea from the gourd, Wen Ting stared blankly into the depths of the dense forest, where he seemed to sense a resonance.

That resonance stirred his soul.

who is it?

Also, what happened in the jungle?

On the other side, Zhou Yuan, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, glanced at Wen Ting, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Wen Ting, you were also a famous gentleman's sword in Chang'an back then. Although it's a pity that you missed the number one scholar in that year, your reputation is still not low in Chang'an. Now thirteen years have passed, and your cultivation base has not improved. Too much growth, do you regret it?"

"At the beginning when the First Prince was recruiting you, you refused, and even swung your sword at the First Prince, and was defeated by Jian Xin. Otherwise, with your talent, you might be able to step into the seventh-rank realm now."

Zhou Yuan said: "Aren't you sorry?"

Wen Ting didn't seem to expect that Zhou Yuan would come to chat with him on purpose.

Putting down the gourd containing wolfberry tea, Wen Ting shook his head: "I'm not sorry."

"After that time, I was a blessing in disguise. I was favored by the Taihua Sect Master, and I was rewarded with a sword formula."

"The shadow that the eldest prince gave me is still there, but I am not afraid. I even look forward to the moment when I swing the sword again all the time."

Wen Ting smiled gently: "Don't look at me weak, but I am very strong."

Wen Ting said he was very strong.

Many sect leaders around him smiled, no matter how strong a fourth-rank man could be.

Zhou Zhouyuan looked at Wen Ting, and seemed to see the deep meaning in Wen Ting's smile.

Wen Ting's sword is very strong, but how strong is it?

...

...

Hold the sword with your body.

This is the system's note to Wen Ting.

Fang Lang didn't know what it was like to feed the sword with his body. He knew that Wen Jiaoxi was a man with an accident.

However, at this moment, by borrowing the power of the card and Wen Ting, Fang Lang also felt a little bit of the power of "feeding the sword with his body".

Fang Lang felt the sword energy in his dantian, and the sword energy kept pouring into the Liansheng sword.

The cultivation base that had worked so hard to reach the Sword Astral Realm was actually falling rapidly, falling back to the rank nine sword master, and then fell one after another.

In the end...it stopped when he fell to rank nine swordsman.

However, the Liansheng Sword in his hand became more and more ordinary.

Fang Lang suddenly felt a little vain.

He suddenly understood Wen Jiaoxi a little bit.

Although Fang Lang fell, he felt that he had become stronger, and he used his realm to feed this sword.

An unremarkable sword.

This is Wen Ting's sword!

Fencing!

Use your cultivation to feed your sword!

The more you fall, the stronger the sword!

The more empty, the stronger the sword!

Lin Mu covered the extremely gorgeous sword glow, wrapped in a thousand-year-old sword spirit, smashed and cut off countless branches and trunks.

The mud in the dense forest explodes.

Lin Muzhe slashed at Fang Lang with a sword.

Fang Lang's face was pale. Facing Lin Muzhe's gorgeous sword, he could only hold the sword flat, as if holding the sword flat had exhausted all his strength.

In the distance, Huang Ying watched as their swords collided.

Like a vast ocean, sweeping a stubborn stone!

Boom! ! !

Surrounded by sword aura, there were muddy water waves blowing up, and the extremely gorgeous sword aura seemed like a reversed white rainbow!

Lin Muzhe's complexion changed!

But she saw Fang Lang's mediocre sword, which seemed to be full of unwillingness in front of her eyes, with the meaning of overwhelming the world's injustice, unstoppable!

Don't even have the guts to stop it!

hum...

The sword spirit of the sword fairy seemed to have turned into a ethereal figure.

The figure raised his hand, and picked up a wisp of sword energy, like a sword fairy swinging his sword at Fang Lang's sword!

However, Fang Lang's sword at the moment is comfortable and fearless!

Even a sword fairy can cut it with his body for ten years!

Of course, this is not Fang Lang, but Wen Ting.

Fang Lang just borrowed this idea.

The power of the two is at a stalemate, and the ray of sword energy from the sword fairy is just a ray of sword energy after all!

With a pop, it was wiped out!

Gorgeous and ordinary, after all, the ordinary destroys the gorgeous.

Afterwards, Lin Muzhe's eyes narrowed, looking at the Liansheng Sword that was constantly enlarging in her eyes.

The bamboo hat on his head was suddenly split in two by the sword qi, and shot towards both sides.

Lin Muzhe's beautiful and cold face was revealed, with silky hair sticking to his fair cheeks, I felt pity.

There was astonishment on her face as she watched the sword, which was full of splendor and infinitely ordinary, penetrate into her chest.

An ordinary sword, but it contains great power.

In an instant, the meridians in her body that transmit spiritual energy and sword energy were broken inch by inch.

Fang Lang looked at Lin Muzhe calmly with a warm smile on his face.

The torrential rain, which was lifted up and stagnated in the void, lost the control of its power, and fell to the ground with a bang, causing an uproar in the world, and brushed off the residual leaves of countless trees.

Lin Muzhe lowered his head slowly, looking at Liansheng who had penetrated an inch into his heart, and blood spattered like a blood lotus.

Fang Lang, with a weak face, raised his arm and wrist, and suddenly pushed it horizontally, pressing on Lin Muzhe's neck.

Pressing her to keep falling from the big tree!

And in the process of falling.

Fang Lang drew out the Liansheng sword in Fang Lang's hand, turned the tip of the sword, and stabbed out again.

One sword, another sword, another sword.

The sword enters the body.

PS: Happy New Years Eve everyone!