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Chapter 156 A Thousand Swords in a Flash
The corner of Fang Xian's mouth twitched, the people of the Devil's Cult really had a quick temper, and in this way, the plan was completed.

He just wanted to force more people to take the stage, the more the better, otherwise his ultimate move would be wasted, this is the profound meaning of the Gale Blade Technique that wastes a huge amount of internal energy.If Xiang Wentian didn't ask for a helper, but instead fought with himself, he would run out of energy and had to waste his ultimate move, which was just convenient.

Therefore, such things as the aggressive general method are the most effective for the old man. For details, refer to "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms Zhuge Liang Qizheng Huang Zhong".

"Let you see and see, the profound meaning of the violent wind saber technique!" Fang Xian closed his eyes, wielded the big saber, and only silently recalled every previous slash in his heart, without moving.

On the Fengchan Stage, Fang Xian's figure was gathered by the ten elders of the Devil's Cult. The people outside had no idea what was going on inside. They listened with bated breaths, not daring to breathe heavily.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and stared, he was the only expert present who could feel the essence through the phenomenon.

Inside the weapons of the ten elders, Tian Boguang's aura was not disturbed at all, rather than being chaotic, it seemed to have disappeared, and it was surprisingly quiet.Zhang Zhenren believed that if he was in the middle, he could block it, but he relied on internal strength, the majestic century-old pure yang power, and even if he blocked it, he would still be injured.

He should have rescued him at this time, but he felt that Tian Boguang was extremely calm, and it would be a bad thing to act by himself, so he frowned for a while.

Wang Yuyan, Zhang Wuji, Murong Fu and the others also clenched their fists. At this time, if they want to interfere in the battle, they can't interfere. They can only resign themselves to fate.

As for Lin Pingzhi, he has already drawn his sword to use the sword technique of laying corpses, but his slow speed...

Seeing that the encirclement circle of the ten elders was getting smaller and smaller, the Demon Cult members had already started shouting, and the Wuyue people had started covering their noses, a middle-aged man's roar pierced through the battle group and swept the audience like a gust of wind.

Rolling and shouting loudly.

"One—instant—thousand—knives—"

The ensuing scene seemed to be still, only the light of swords flickered countless times in a split second. If the surrounding of the ten elders was like a black mist enveloping the earth, then Qian Dao was like a golden light falling from the sky in that split second, causing the black mist to recede.

How many knives in an instant, I'm afraid even Fang Xian himself doesn't know.

With a sharp knife, the ten elders let go of their weapons.

The two knives sweep and plunder wildly, one knife cuts two and kills immediately, the light of the knife and the shadow of blood run wildly, people use the knife to kill people, talking and laughing, the whereabouts are hard to find in a flash of the knife, the battle between the mountains of knives and the sea of ​​beasts, the swordsmanship and knives are terrible.

Finally, he cut off the water with a knife, lightly picked up these broken or panting bodies, and smashed them down!

The Ten Levels of Mysteries of the Blastering Wind Saber Technique merged each of the first nine levels of the sword in a single instant, and the "Thousand Swords" were cut out in just a split second!
There was no howling or exclamation, and the bloody wind had fallen quietly.

A moment later, there were no more ten elders in the Devil's Cult!
Miraculously, Fang Xian, who was in the center of the battle group, was not stained with a single drop of blood, and the knife in his hand was not even stained with red, and he was dressed in a clean white robe.

Xiang Wentian's left arm was still in the air, as if his fist was still alive, but his body had collapsed to the ground.

At this time, there is no pain or shame, just puzzlement.

Deeply puzzled.

Decades of life-and-death, kung fu has been honed; it has been perfected in the past hundred years, but the formation that can kill immortals and kill demons has just been broken?
Was it broken by this trick?
The fact is before our eyes, it was broken by this move, or in other words, by these thousand moves.

In all martial arts in the world, speed is the only thing that can't be broken. In this level of battle, this is indeed the case.

Fang Xian caressed the sharp edge of the sword, and said the same words.

"Not enough, come again."

"Grand Master, what's the matter?" A monster of strength like Zhang Wuji obviously couldn't understand it.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard in amazement: "I can't see clearly either, but I can feel... the internal force, the noisy and chaotic internal force, the internal force that I have been doing all my life, has been squandered in this instant."

Ren Woxing looked at the scene on the field, his eyes became darker and colder, his ambitions for many years were cut off and crushed mercilessly.In an instant, the scene was reversed, the Demon Cult's top master Dongfang Bubai died, Ren Woxing Xiang Wentian lost his combat strength, and the ten elders were decapitated.

Among the others, the strongest are the Six Immortals of Peach Valley and the Patriarch of Yellow River. How can they fight against such Tian Boguang again?

"Oh? You're not coming?" Fang Xian scanned the Demon Cult crowd very slowly.

Everyone in the Demon Cult only felt that Tian Boguang was the Demon Cult, the devil king, so they dared not take a breath.

Xiang Wentian pressed the wound, twisted his face and got up.

"Tian Boguang...what on earth do you want...to kill us all?"

This was not a question, it was just a plea.

"Mr. Xiang, you are mistaken. It is obviously you who wants to kill us." Fang Xian stepped forward calmly and slowly placed his fingers on Xiang Wentian's shoulders.

Xiang Wentian's expression tightened, and he felt the remaining inner energy flowing down his arm. This feeling was somewhat similar to being hit by Ren Wo Xing's star-absorbing technique, but it was not the feeling of being sucked away by a stunned student. It is the momentum of the river being pulled into the sea.

"You'd better kill me." Xiang Wentian couldn't move, he just sighed in despair, "I feel worse than dying when you're like this."

Fang Xian just smiled and said: "I helped you kill Dongfang Bubai. This is your reward. I haven't even recorded the interest for repaying your kindness."

Xiang Wentian closed his eyes and didn't speak anymore. Now that he has been completely defeated, he no longer has the right to speak.

After such a long time, no matter how dumb people were on the field, they could see the situation clearly.

Everyone in the Demon Cult was sullen and speechless.

And Wu Yue's emotions were already surging.

"Master Tian's martial arts skills are unparalleled!"

"Kill ten demons with just one move!!"

"Kill the Demon Cult!"

"Bloodwashing Blackwood Cliff!!"

Various calls came one after another. In the past ten years, Wuyue has never been so proud.

It was supposed to be a bloody chaotic battle for the members of the Demon Cult to trespass on Songshan Mountain, but Wuyue has been holding his breath and forbearance because of his damaged combat power.But now, people like the Demon Cult are like fat meat delivered to their door, and even Heimuya is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Fang Xian had exhausted all his inner strength, shook his head and smiled at Wentian: "That's all, my people are the same, they are half a pound of weight."

Xiang Wentian naturally understood the meaning of this, the people at the bottom only had to be in line, his side won't let anyone gain power, and when he loses power, he just knows to shrink back and let the people above stand up.

At this moment, Xiang Wentian should have killed himself, but considering the current situation, he still had to deal with a lot of things... The humiliation of this battle was enough for him to commit suicide a thousand times, and it didn't matter how many more humiliations he suffered.

Supporting his body with one arm, Xiang Wentian knelt down on the ground with a plop in front of the good and the evil in the middle of the Fengchan Platform.

"Master Tian..." Xiang Wentian's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, "I, the Sun and Moon God Sect... would like to submit my vassal status to the Five Mountains..."

Boom, the field is agitated again.

Good and evil have been fighting for so many years, but they have never reached this point.

Even in the battle of Huashan ten years ago, all ten elders of the original Demon Sect were killed, but after all, the Five Mountains caused a devastating blow, and the Demon Cult's combat power still remained, and it was not at the point of exhaustion.

Some bloody men in the Devil's Cult have already cursed out, vowing to fight to the death, but most of them just hang their heads.

The voices of Wuyue people are also divided into two factions.

Fang Xian did not expect Xiang Wentian to do this. If this old friend knew that he was only fighting to upgrade, he would have vomited blood and died...

Obviously, the old gay friend is overthinking. He thinks that Fang Xian is the real boss, the boss who can wipe out the demon sect and unify the martial arts world. He doesn't know that this is the peak and the end of Tian Boguang's "Swordsman". .

Even if Fang Xian didn't eat the meat brought to his mouth, he still wanted to take a bite.

"I, Tian, ​​is just a thug. Your lives and deaths are decided by Linghu Chong, the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains." Fang Xian frowned, and the topic changed sharply, "I just want "Sunflower Treasure."

Hearing this was the most touching thing for Murong Fu. In a moment, he had already called Tian Boguang hundreds of good brothers in his heart, because he knew that Tian Boguang himself would never practice this kind of martial arts.

Xiang Wentian smiled miserably: "So that's it... Sure enough, this thing is a disaster."

He tried his best to get up, and hoarsely shouted: "Can the book be in Heimuya?"

The boy who had previously served Dongfang Bubai came forward tremblingly and replied: "The Sunflower Book... has always been the leader of Dongfang... oh no, it has always been carried by the traitor Dongfang Bubai and never leaves his body."

Xiang Wentian waved and shouted: "Where's the corpse, dig it out and present it to Head Tian!"

The servant quickly ran to the side and turned Dongfang Bubai's and Yang Lianting's bodies inside out, the more they turned, the more sweat grew on their heads.

"Strange...strange...impossible..."

Xiang Wentian said angrily: "But you hid it privately?!!"

"The villain dare not... The villain dare not..." The little fellow knelt and kowtowed repeatedly, "I saw clearly before going out this morning that Dongfang Bubai put the treasure book in the inner pocket of his clothes."

"Apart from you, who else knows?"

"Yang Lianting..."

"Are you saying that dead people can steal things?" Xiang Wentian was about to swing his right arm to hit the pillar to vent his anger, but after this swing, he realized that his right arm was gone, and at the same time, he also found that his internal strength was gone.

"Don't dare..." The boy continued to kowtow, suddenly his head lit up, and he shouted, "That's right! When Yue Buqun was going out, Yue Buqun happened to come to visit Dongfang Bubai, and he also saw "Sunflower Treasure"! "

Hearing this, Fang Xian completely understood.

"The lingering soul is so tenacious." Fang Xian felt vaguely that this thing would be even more terrifying in Yue Buqun's hands...it would even be the most terrifying.

"Master Tian..." Xiang Wentian no longer has any pretensions for the survival of the Devil Cult, "My God Cult will use all the power of the whole church to hunt down Yue Buqun... After finding the treasure, it will be presented intact!"

"Isn't this nonsense, it sounds good now, will you be willing to hand it over then?" Fang Xian just smiled sadly, "Furthermore, if your people meet Yue Buqun, whoever will live and who will die may not be sure."

Xiang Wentian immediately panicked and knelt on the ground again: "I have traveled around the world for decades, and I have never lied. My religion has never failed others. Head Wangtian..."

"Alright, alright, let's ask Linghu Chong." Fang Xian waved his hands, not wanting to talk to him anymore, and jumped off the stage to find his sister.

Wang Yuyan hurriedly took out a flowered handkerchief to wipe off Uncle Tian's sweat: "Uncle Tian, ​​you are so amazing! You scared me to death!"

"Hush...don't tell others, thanks to Ren Woxing's internal strength, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pull off this trick." Fang Xian smiled, if the Devil's Cult people swarmed up at this time, they might not be able to fight, mainly now The morale of the Demon Cult has collapsed and they have lost the courage to fight again.

"But having said that, my Beiming Divine Art has already begun to enter the Tao." Fang Xian clenched his fists, "The internal strength of the old man is enough for me to eat for a while!"

"In this way, as long as Uncle Tian works hard and is ruthless enough, given time, he will not be weaker than Zhang Wuji and Zhenren Zhang." Wang Yuyan hugged Uncle Tian's arm, and she was also happy that her master was so powerful.

Fang Xian was very innocent. After the fight, a girl rubbed his shoulders and back and handed him a drink of water. But it was as pleasant as having a cigarette after the fight!
(End of this chapter)