Chapter 616 God Wanche (first update)

The further you go, the mountain that pierces the sky, giving people a feeling of oppression, as if facing the most majestic giant, making people feel insignificant.

Especially the peaks that were leaning towards themselves, as if they would fall down at any time and smash the three of them to death.

"People have energy and spirit, so do the mountain. I finally believe it today. This mountain is actually the most sword-bone peak I have ever seen."

Fang Junmei sighed.

Dao Lang nodded in the troubled times to agree.

Going further forward, you can vaguely see that there are iron chain suspension bridge-like things connected between the mountains and houses and palaces, located in them.

Some were shrouded in clouds and mist, only a little corner was exposed, making it more and more mysterious.

There seemed to be a lot of sword lights flying around the mountains.

"Our sword cultivator alliance was originally just a few casual cultivators in the swordsmanship, but as generations of disciples grew, they gradually grew stronger. However, within us, we adhere to the creed of strength as respect, and unless we are our own direct children, we will pay the least attention to the affairs of our generation."

Duzui introduced it.

The two nodded together.

The East Holy Realm will be so prosperous, in addition to the richer resources for practicing Taoism, it is also related to the free atmosphere here.

...

The gate of the Sword Cultivation Alliance is also very unique, it is actually on a mountain with an tilted sword peak.

After landing, a gatekeeper immediately came up to meet him.

With the strength of Duzui Zhenren, he had to show his identity nameplate to the two of them, and then explained the identities of Fang Junmei to the two of them, so he had to let it go.

"For reasons that are relatively loose, monks often leave, but monks who leave must hand over the identity nameplate. Therefore, monks entering and leaving only talk about the identity nameplate. Regardless of your identity strength, even if you are two sword masters, you must show the identity nameplate when entering and leaving."

Duzui real person introduces it again.

The two nodded again.

The three of them walked forward and soon boarded an iron chain bridge and walked into the fog ahead.

"After I return to the mountain, I have to go and hand in the deal first. It will take some time. Should you wait for me at my Duxing Peak, or to meet Zhuo Cangsheng first?"

Duzui asked.

Fang Junmei thought for a while and said, "Senior, we want to meet Senior Zhuo Cangsheng first, talk about the past with him, and take the time to visit you again."

"Okay!"

Duzui Zhenren agreed readily, took out a jade slip, handed it to Fang Junmei and said, "There is a map inside. Zhuo Cangsheng was invited by Mr. Li, and lives on his Dayou Peak. Although our sword cultivator alliance is loose, the peaks of others are still forbidden. You should not break through the sword master peak in the center, and you should not break through the sword master peak in the center."

The two nodded and accepted.

...

After crossing the suspension bridge, it is halfway up the mountain.

The four sides have become clear, and the foggy peaks are blooming in the distant sky, and they are still very far away when they look.

At first glance, many monks were walking through the sky, some were walking on the sword light, some were walking on the clouds, and some were riding spiritual birds. They came and went freely and wandered like immortals.

The realm ranges from dust to mortals, and many of them have a unique temperament. In this pure world, it seems that the whole body is emitting light.

The aura in the air is very rich.

"These two nameplates are for you. If anyone asks you, you will say that I invited you."

Duzui Zhenren took out two signs and gave them to them.

It is as black as iron, with cold materials, and a sword is carved on one side and a wine gourd is carved on the other side.

"Thank you, senior."

The two bowed and thanked each other.

"Dayoufeng is in that direction, I will go first."

After saying another word, Duzui Zhenren pointed to the northwest and said goodbye.

Fang Junmei and his two men swept, then walked towards the northwest in the light of swords.

...

In Wanjian Mountain City, the scenery is not beautiful, but it feels like a sword and awesome, as if the grass and trees are above it, exuding a sharp feeling. In the deep valley between the peaks, the sound of sword roars comes from time to time.

Along the way, you can even clearly see that many spiritual roots of plants and trees are in the shape of swords.

Boom-

There was a sound of fighting coming from a certain direction.

Looking at the spiritual consciousness of the two, they saw two early-stage practitioners of the Dragon Gate on a peak ten miles away from the west, fighting in full swing.

Both of them are sword cultivators, but their attack level is more than one or two better than the Nancheng Immortal Kingdom.

Seeing Fang Junmei and Daolang in troubled times, his heart felt a little more awesome again.

...

After flying for dozens of breaths, there was another sound of fighting in front of him.

Fang Junmei and Dao Lang in troubled times flashed in his eyes, because judging from the distance, the origin of this fight should be the Dayoufeng where the two of them were going to.

Looking closely, outside the mountain with a black mountain in front of him, the dazzling light bloomed like fireworks. One flower had not yet died, and the other flower had bloomed. You could feel the shaking of the space from such a distance. This level of power was not something that the dragon gate monk could possess.

The peak was clearly the Dayou Peak.

The two exchanged a wink, and they all thought of Zhuo Cangsheng.

"Walk!"

Fang Junmei shouted softly and swept away faster.

Dao Lang hurriedly followed in troubled times.

In the sky and in other directions, there are also monks flying towards the direction of Dayou Peak, and there are many ordinary monks.

"Senior brother, Senior Li from Dayoufeng, and his disciples are all indifferent monks. How could they fight with others?"

There was a sound coming from the side.

The monk who asked about the question was a young monk in the middle stage of the Dragon Gate, guarding a blue-white escape light.

The monk he asked was a man in blue robe beside him, who was also young, with an ordinary appearance, with a circle of beards, a wild grass in his mouth, a sleepy look, and a lazy look. This person had the state of being in the middle stage of the mortal world.

"Don't forget that on Dayou Peak, in addition to Old Scholar Li and his disciples, there is also the guy who is said to have come from the desolate land in the east."

After hearing this, the man in blue robe said with a chuckle.

"I heard that Shen Wanche has come out of seclusion recently. If he knew that the Sword Lord of the Green-styled Sword was not going to pass the sword to him, a descendant with blood, he would have been angry and asked someone to fight and vent. It would be normal. The guy from the east would probably hit his sword's edge."

The man in the blue robe said again, smiling a little badly, looking gloating.

After saying that, he said, "Maybe, he would think that the new monk was added with the blue eyes of the Sword Lord in Green Clothing, and specially held this sword-picking conference for this person."

The young man in the middle stage of Longmen nodded.

The two of them talked about these words and stopped talking.

Fang Junmei and the others heard their words clearly and shook their heads secretly. Such dirty things between their classmates are indispensable everywhere.

...

Soon, the scene in the void outside the Dayou Peak was clearly presented to the two of them.

Two figures of swords flew over and flew over, both of which were as fast as ghosts.

One of them suddenly became Zhuo Cangsheng who had been missing for a long time.

Zhuo Cangsheng's appearance is still very young, in his early thirties, with a slender figure, wearing a blue and white long gown, with a handsome and elegant appearance, and a handsome and handsome man.

However, the expression in the slender eyes is no longer the free and unrestrainedness of the past, and the pupils are clotted and the expression is solemn.

His opponent was a very tall and majestic young man with a dark skin, a tiger's eyes, a cold face, and a temperament similar to a dragon's clothes. However, his eyes were filled with a few more gloomy cries.

This person has the realm of the mid-stage period of the mortal world, but at this moment it seems that he has suppressed his magic power, and his breath gives people the same feeling as Zhuo Cangsheng.

In front of everyone, this person is obviously not good at doing things too much.

There are still many monks watching nearby, no less than a hundred, so I won’t say a word for it.

...

At this moment, Zhuo Cangsheng was at a disadvantage. On the surface, he only had the power to resist, but no ability to fight back.

call--

As a long sword danced, the shadows of the sky were scattered, weakening the opponent's attack power layer by layer. It can be seen that the power should be great.

And his opponent, the tall man, was powerful in the movement and stillness, like a golden god, with golden light blooming all over his body, and a golden sword in his hand also flashed with light.

This person's attack was very strange.

Each attack was first made of a complex pattern composed of sword energy, and then the pattern of energy exploded, and a variety of magic was exploded.
To be continued...