I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

The reality is very cruel, until Fang Yin chopped up all the flying swords that Fan Mengyixin sacrificed, he didn't come up with any special means.

But just when Fang Yin thought the victory was certain, Fan Mengyi sacrificed another twelve flying swords!

What's going on, how many flying swords does this woman have?

"you guess."

Seemingly understanding the doubt in Fang Yin's eyes, Fan Mengyi provocatively said triumphantly while sacrificing a flying sword to block the incoming silver round blade.

It turned out that in order to learn the art of refining weapons these years, Fan Mengyi refined all the monster materials she obtained when she was protecting Luo Hong on the deserted island into flying swords.

At this time, the flying sword in the storage bag is enough for her and Fang Yin to fight for another seven or eight rounds.

After being provoked, Fang Yin did not get angry. This matter was very important to him, and the pressure forced him to keep calm.

After being blocked by Fan Mengyi's sword net after several strong attacks, Fang Yin found that the opponent's mana consumption speed was very different from his own.

After thinking for a while, he realized that Fan Mengyi was exchanging the flying sword for his mana, and adopted his tactics instead, trying to consume him to death.

No, if this continues, I may lose!

A decisive blow must be used to break the opponent's attrition tactics.

Fang Yin focused his eyes, and suddenly recalled the two silver round blades, pressed his palms on his chest, combined the two round blades into one, and frantically transmitted mana to them.

I saw that the rotation speed of the silver round blade suddenly accelerated, and a light blade with a slightly lighter color emitted from the edge. The round blade, which was only the size of a palm, suddenly enlarged to a diameter of four feet, and its power more than doubled dramatically.

Seemingly still dissatisfied, Fang Yin hesitated for a moment, then put away the defensive magic weapon in front of him, poured more mana into the silver round blade, and increased the light blade emitted by it by two feet.

Although in this way he only has one layer of protective spirit shield to defend, but even if the opponent's intermediate flying sword has the blessing of mysterious sword control, it is absolutely difficult to break through the protective spirit shield of a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, so Fang Yin thinks that this move Not an adventure.

The greatly increased power of the silver round blade made Fang Yin feel uncontrollable. He didn't dare to think about it any more, so he pointed at Fan Mengyi, causing the half-foot-long silver round blade to shoot out.

Because the power is too great, Fang Yin needs to fully control it without any distraction, and the moment Fan Mengyi has been waiting for to come back is now!

I saw that the flying swords stuck in the ground around Fang Yin suddenly lit up with aura again, and they soared into the air with a "swish", hanging in the air at a height of one person, forming a square ten feet wide.

"Sword up!"

Following Fan Mengyi's shout, the twelve flying swords that surrounded Fang Yin were instantly radiant.

Sensing the huge spiritual energy fluctuations, Fang Yin looked up in horror, only to see a two or three feet long red flame sword rapidly taking shape four or five feet above his head.

Not good, look at the power of this move, if I don't have magic weapon to defend myself, I will definitely die.

But fortunately, although the formation speed of the red flame sword is fast, it is not as fast as the silver round blade. As long as Fang Yin defeats Fan Mengyi first, he will be able to survive the crisis!

Fan Mengyi, after all your calculations, you still missed the escape speed of my magic weapon. You, who can only drive one set of flying swords at a time, are doomed. How is that possible!

When Fang Yin's eyes returned to Fan Mengyi, he was shocked to see that this woman not only had the strength to use the remaining half set of flying swords in hand, but also sacrificed a new set of flying swords from the storage bag .

Under the control of this woman, the sword group rushed towards the silver giant blade with extreme flexibility, without any effort.

Only then did Fang Yin realize that he had been tricked, but at this moment there was no turning back, he could only hope that his magic weapon could break through Fan Mengyi's sword group and defeat the opponent first.

The ability to control multiple sets of flying swords is the trump card that Fan Mengyi has been hiding all along. In fact, it is understandable when she thinks about it. She was able to control a whole set of flying swords when she had cultivated to the first level of Dayanjue. Now she has cultivated to the second level. Naturally, the number that can be manipulated is even greater.

But only the quantity, if the quality of Feijian is not enough, Fang Yin still can't be defeated.

Therefore, Fan Mengyi relied on the final ultimate move that Luo Hong refined for her.

Because when refining the sword, Luo Hong couldn't help but think of Han Laomo's Da Geng sword formation, so she also tried to integrate the formation into this set of flying swords.

Since there are only twelve flying swords, the formation in it is not an earth-shattering formation, but a small formation created by Luo Hong.

As soon as this array is released, it can draw the aura from the flying swords to gather in one place, simulating the most powerful sword control technique that a monk in the foundation period can perform - [Great Sword Technique]!

With Fan Mengyi's current state, using the sword array supernatural power in the flying sword, plus sacrificial sword self-protection, will exhaust almost all of her mana.

After all, Fang Yin is a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment. If he has a magic weapon to protect him, even if he is hit by a giant sword technique, he will be seriously injured at most. When he faces Fan Mengyi who has exhausted his mana, he will win .

Therefore, Fan Mengyi deliberately forced Fang Yin to fight quickly, luring him into the idea of ​​accomplishing his feats in one battle, put away the magic weapon that took away a lot of mana, and launched a full blow.

As a mid-level flying sword shattered, the silver giant blade was continuously slammed into the center of its side, coupled with the double pressure of Fang Yin's mana and psychology, he finally became unstable, deviated from the flying escape route, and walked away from Fan Mengyi's side. Wiped over a foot.

At this time, the Chiyan sword was fully formed, and Fan Mengyi pressed down with his right hand, and ordered in his mouth:

"fall!"

Immediately, as if the punishment from heaven came down to the world, the two or three feet long red flame sword fell rapidly with terrifying power.

Fang Yin tried to dodge, but he was in the middle of the formation, his breath was tightly locked, and there was no way he could dodge.

"Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

Finally, under the threat of death, Fang Yin yelled in panic, disregarding his future reputation and status.

Although using the sword array to cast giant swordsmanship is far better than the monk's own spellcasting speed and power, it is not so flexible to control, so Luo Hong carved the pattern of hunting the enemy.

At this moment, Fan Mengyi didn't want to kill anyone, so she tried her best to deflect the falling direction of the red flame sword.

As a result, Fang Yin will be hurt by the aftermath at most and suffer a lot.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a yellow light flew from nowhere, and appeared under Chi Yan's great sword, turning into a brass bowl full of patterns on the surface.

As soon as Chi Yan's great sword came into contact with the round bowl, it was sucked in like a mud cow entering the sea.

Then the brass round bowl turned its angle and pointed the opening at Fan Mengyi, and the next moment the red flame sword shot out from it.

All this happened so fast that no one in Qinglingmen had time to react.

As the party involved, Fan Mengyi only came in time, not knowing whether the spirit turtle amulet could stop my idea of ​​the sword array supernatural power, his eyes were shrouded in red flames.

After a loud bang, Fan Mengyi opened one eye that was closed due to nervousness, and was surprised to find that she was unharmed, and a layer of black spirit shield blocked the great sword of red flame.

Huh? Isn't the turtle amulet blue?

Fan Mengyi looked over his shoulder suspiciously, only to see that the talisman was still firmly attached to his shoulder, and it was not aroused.

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"Where did Fellow Daoist make a move? This is the grievance between Huajian School and Qinglingmen. Since you dare to intervene at will, wouldn't you dare to show yourself?"

At some point, Liu Tianfang, the current sect master of the Huajian Sect and the only alchemy cultivator in the sect, appeared on top of the disciples of the Huajian Sect.

Liu Tianfang was dressed in a more luxurious Huajian School costume. Although he looked old, his red and phoenix eyes were shining brightly. The low-ranking monks who were swept by him couldn't help avoiding their eyes.

The brass round bowl obediently flew to the top of his right palm that was held flat by his side, and spun around, obviously it was him who just shot.

"Luo can't bear the big ones bullying the little ones the most. What are you doing? Don't you want your face?!"

A suppressed angry voice came from the clouds, Luo Hong fell from the sky alone, and soon flew above Fan Mengyi.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from the Qingling Sect? Are you not afraid of Xinggong's blame if you act so casually and speak wildly?"

Since he couldn't sense Luo Hong's breath, Liu Tian couldn't help but feel relieved, his arrogance suddenly weakened, and he lifted out of the star palace to press Luo Hong.

"Seniors, please exercise restraint. Now that the demon clan is powerful, the two seniors must not lose their friendship because of trivial matters."

The Xinggong disciple surnamed Huang bowed his hands to both sides, and then took out a magic weapon similar to the photobead and activated it.

"You want to favor him?"

Luo Hong frowned deeply. It wasn't that he was afraid, but that he and Old Demon Han still had to ask Ling Yuling. It's really not a good thing that he lost face to Xinggong on the first day on the island.

"Senior misunderstood. This junior just recorded the truth. Senior Liu intervened in the competition. This junior will report it. I believe that the elders and protectors will punish themselves."

Cultivator surnamed Huang has the arrogance of most Xinggong disciples, and he is neither humble nor overbearing at the moment.

Of course, this is also the result of the Huajian faction thinking that they are sure to win and not making any fuss about him, otherwise who would have trouble with Lingshi? Don't think that Xinggong disciples are very rich.

"You junior, don't talk nonsense, how did you know that you saw the old man interfering with the competition?

When Nephew Fang surrendered, my Huajian faction had already lost, and the competition was over!

The old man acted only to teach this ignorant junior a lesson, how dare she humiliate the old man's blood relatives like this, could it be that the old man is a mid-stage alchemy monk, and he can't even teach a female foundation-establishment nun? ! "

Liu Tianfang softened when he heard Luo Hong's voice, and mistakenly thought that he was afraid of Xing Gong, and that he himself should not be much stronger. It was only because he was carrying some kind of treasure that isolated from detection that he could not sense the other party's breath.

It turned out that Liu Tianfang was really not in the arena, but the red lotus was somewhat related to him by blood.

It is precisely because of such affection that Honglian can practice the evil kung fu of absorbing human energy in a majestic place in Huajianpai.

Just now Honglian was defeated by Fan Mengyi, and she was so embarrassed that she lost all face, so she played a sound transmission talisman to ask Liu Tianfang to vent her anger.

And Liu Tianfang was already worried about this competition, and when he saw that Honglian gave him an excellent excuse to intervene, he happily came.

At this time, Liu Tianfang hated Luo Hong so much that his teeth were itching. If he hadn't intervened and killed the female cultivator of Qinglingmen by himself, and then made a deal with the elder Xinggong who was in charge of this matter, he would have turned black and white and swallowed it. The disciples of the Qingling Sect brought the foundation of the sect to Nanli Island.

After all, it couldn't be easier to choose between a sect with alchemy monks and a sect without alchemy monks.

But now, Liu Tianfang had no choice but to give up the plan first and find a way to save his face.

"Senior Liu's words are also reasonable. Fan Daoyou's actions are indeed suspected of deliberate humiliation."

Those above the level of alchemy are high-ranking monks, and even the Xinggong will win over them. The face of the monks who are forming alchemy is damaged, so it is only natural to teach the low-ranking monks a lesson.

Although the monk surnamed Huang is not stupid, he knows that the actual situation is not the case, but as long as it is within the scope of the rules, he cannot stop it.

"What's the matter with fellow Daoist Liu? We're only halfway through the chess game. You can't see yourself at a disadvantage and just find an excuse to escape."

A hearty voice came from the sky, and after a while, an old Taoist priest in soap green Taoist robe appeared beside Liu Tianfang.

"Ah, Fellow Daoist Ren, there was just a small misunderstanding between the old man and this fellow Daoist, and it has been solved in a moment."

Liu Tianfang had a smile on his face, his yin and yang were strange and authentic, and the irony was so strong that anyone could hear it.

"Hehe, blood relative? Misunderstanding?

I said how could you be so shameless, it turned out to be passed down by blood! "

Luo Hong's eyes turned cold, she dared to talk to him, she really wanted to die!

"you!"

Sure enough, Liu Tianfang was so fiercely stabbed by Luo Hong that he almost vomited blood, and was speechless for a while.

The old Taoist beside him immediately frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoists talk like this, but it's not very good."

After taking a breath, Liu Tianfang stopped pretending and said angrily:

"Fellow Daoist really want to fight Liu?!"

"Hmph! I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Luo Hong didn't want to say any more, and as soon as she finished speaking, she raised her palm, and Zhenhai Pearl appeared in his palm.

"Eat a certain pearl from Luo!"

After finishing speaking, Zhenhaizhu turned into a black light and went straight to Liu Tianfang.

Liu Tianfang never imagined that Luo Hong would be so irritable, and just because he couldn't see it, he said to the monks of the same level that he would do it.

Seeing the black streamer coming, Liu Tianfang immediately used a spell on the natal magic weapon, the Hundred Flowers Bowl, making it grow to the size of Zhang Xu quickly, and the spiritual light generously protected it in front of him.

The old Taoist priest on the side also glared angrily. Although he didn't say anything clearly, hanging beside Liu Tianfang showed his intention to help, but the other party dared to make a move, and they didn't take him seriously at all.

So he shouted angrily:

"How dare!"

The right hand that was tucked in the sleeve suddenly stretched out, and I saw that it was holding a simple gossip plate in its hand. With a flash of inspiration, a huge gossip phantom condensed in front of the two of them.

At this moment, Zhenhai Zhu flew over and hit the gossip phantom first.

The old Taoist had a sneer on his face. The gossip plate in his hand was a secret treasure that he got by chance. It was so powerful that few monks of the same rank could break through its defense.

However, the next moment, a scene that shocked him happened.

Like a crossbow bomb hitting a silver mirror, the gossip phantom shattered into countless pieces in an instant, and the Zhenhai Pearl rushed into the flower bowl as if it was not blocked by anything.

There was a loud bang of "铛", and a cone protruded from the bottom of the flower bowl, and a sphere wrapped in brass was still tumbling on the top. Stretch the conical protrusions longer and longer.

Liu Tianfang was already blushing at this time, and tried his best to convey mana to the magic weapon, because his magic weapon was being slowly pressed towards him by Zhen Haizhu.

Suddenly, it seemed that he had exceeded a certain limit, Liu Tianfang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the flower bowl with a radius of one foot accelerated suddenly, and with a "boom", he was smashed to the bottom of the bowl, and blasted into the green hills behind him like a cannonball.

Luo Hong gently stretched out her right palm, and a black light flew back, turning into a black bead the size of a baby's fist, hanging an inch above the palm and spinning silently.

"Fellow Daoist, do you also want to ask for a lesson or two?"

Luo Hong looked at the old Taoist priest who was still in a daze with a cold expression.

With a sudden jolt, the old Taoist retracted his right hand into his sleeve, and cracks appeared on the gossip plate in his hand.

"Don't dare, dare not!"

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