Shushan signed in for 3000 years, leaving the land sword fairy

Almost all of these Taoist masters have a powerful realm of transcending the eighth level of tribulation, and their strength is still higher than most of the elders of Shushan. A random blow can severely damage the immortal cultivators in Shushan.

Without the participation of top immortal cultivators, this is an unequal battle.

Shushan suffered heavy casualties. In just a few minutes, one-tenth of the more than [-] Shushan disciples were killed or injured. If this continues, all of them will be lost in less than an hour.

"Disciples of the Discipline Hall obey orders."

"Fight against foreign enemies with me."

At this moment, Zhang Qian arrived with tens of thousands of disciples from the Discipline Hall. Without any hesitation, she joined the battle group immediately.

Zhang Qian had a slender and graceful figure, and was kind-hearted in the daytime, but seeing her classmates fall one after another, she was full of anger in her heart, and her strikes were extremely fierce, and with a few moves, a Taoist cultivator vomited blood.

With the help of the nine-story jade pagoda, she is now a great immortal cultivator who has crossed the ninth floor of the tribulation, and she is only one step away from the Mahayana stage.

So even ordinary immortal cultivators of the same level are hardly her opponents.

Zhang Qian's black hair fluttered, her beautiful eyes were sharp, and her fair white hands were shot out one after another, smashing one after another Taoist cultivator.

In a blink of an eye, seven or eight Taoist disciples died at her hands.

"Crossing the ninth floor of the tribulation?"

"It's really looking for death."

Qingsongzi noticed Zhang Qian, sneered, and pointed out.

The void roared, and a beam of stars attacked Zhang Qian like a galaxy.

"Ok?"

Zhang Qian sensed the danger, and a top-quality flying sword appeared in her hand, and she used all her strength to cut out a powerful and frightening sword light.

boom!

But in the next second, Jian Guang disintegrated and collapsed.

Under the blow of a strong man in the Mahayana stage, there was no ability to resist at all, and the horses were like a rainbow covering Zhang Qian, like a scythe wielded by the god of death, about to slash her head-on.

"Elder Zhang Qian, hide quickly!"

The nearby elders shouted for help, but it was too late.

"Am I going to die?"

Zhang Qian's pretty face turned pale, and her expression looked a little sad, like a flower that was about to wither, so sympathetic and loving.

"boom!"

At this critical moment, a figure filled with supreme sword intent suddenly appeared out of thin air, blocking the attack for Zhang Qian.

Chapter 164 Unparalleled Invincibility

Sword intent filled the air, and Zhao Fan's figure was slender and powerful, like a transcendent and holy sword fairy, easily blocking the attack of Qingsongzi.

That kind of feeling is like the rushing waves, but it is difficult to shake the rock on the shore.

"Elder Zhang Qian was rescued."

"That figure looks a little strange, but it can actually block the attack of the Daoist Mahayana stage powerhouse. It's really amazing!"

"Why have I never seen him, who is this man?"

……

Seeing that Zhang Qian was rescued, the nearby Shushan elders and disciples all heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time were curious about Zhao Fan's identity.

After two or three hundred years, many elders and disciples in Shushan have somewhat forgotten the existence of Zhao Fan.

The sudden appearance now does make many people feel a little strange.

"You are……"

"Brother!"

Although Zhao Fan did not reveal his real body, how could Zhang Qian not recognize his tall and familiar figure?

Zhang Qian's beautiful eyes widened, she was both surprised and happy, she never thought that it was Zhao Fan who saved her at this critical moment.

This made her feel both at ease and a little sweet.

A faint blush appeared on Zhang Qian's delicate and pretty face.

"Junior Sister, tell the Shushan disciples to back off."

"Leave it to me here."

Zhao Fan smiled and said gently.

"it is good."

Zhang Qian nodded lightly, she was very clear that since Zhao Fan chose to attack, no matter who the enemy was, nothing would happen to Shushan.

"who are you?"

"Except for a few people like Zhao Xiaonan, there should be no other Mahayana stage powerhouses in Shushan."

"You can block my attack, at least the existence of the Mahayana period."

Across the endless void, Qingsongzi narrowed his eyes slightly, and kept sizing up Zhao Fan with sharp and substantial eyes.

He is a strong Taoist, and the Taoism he practices is somewhat special. He is keenly aware that there is an extremely subtle and dangerous aura coming from Zhao Fan.

"He is a senior sword repairman!"

Before Zhao Fan could speak, there was a sudden exclamation, which came from the ancestor of Tang Dynasty.

At this moment, several senior elders including the Patriarch of the Tang Dynasty were all staring at Zhao Fan with fanaticism in their eyes, and respectfully saluted: "I will pay my respects to Senior Sword Cultivator!"

As his voice fell, the entire mountain gate was silent!

Especially the other Shushan elders and disciples were all stunned, showing expressions of disbelief.

Senior Sword Cultivator!

That is a legend that only exists in Shushan.

Many Shushan immortal cultivators of the new generation have heard after joining the sect that in the depths of Shushan, there used to be a supreme swordsman. crisis.

However, as the old generation of strong men died, the new generation of strong men rose up, and the suzerain Zhao Xiaotian did not deliberately publicize the existence of Zhao Fan, so many people mistakenly thought that it was just a legend!

No one thought that this once mysterious swordsman not only really existed, but also appeared in person.

"It's really a senior swordsman."

"Great, now we are saved in Shushan."

"I'll wait to see Senior Sword Cultivator."

Reminded by the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty and others, one after another, the elders of Shushan with white beards and hair suddenly realized that they all bowed down to salute Zhao Fan who stood proudly in the void.

They are all from the older generation of Shushan, who have witnessed the power and mystery of Zhao Fan, who is the true patron saint of Shushan.

"Master, is this really the legendary Shushan mysterious swordsman?"

"Could it be fake?"

A young disciple asked the middle-aged elder next to him with hesitation.

"Bastard, hurry up and kneel down for me."

"Follow me to meet Senior Sword Cultivator."

The Shushan elder was so angry that he kicked his disciple, and then pulled him to his knees.

One, two, three...

Whether it is the elders of Shushan or the disciples of the disciples, they all knelt on the ground in groups.

This scene is extremely shocking!

Zhao Fan has a slender body, calm and deep eyes, filled with wisps of supreme sword intent, just like a real sword fairy coming to the mortal world, attracting the attention of the audience.

Even the originally strong and arrogant Taoist disciples did not dare to act rashly, waiting quietly for Qingsongzi's order.

"You all step back."

Glancing at the people in Shushan, Zhao Fan said calmly.

"I'll wait for orders."

The Patriarch of the Tang Dynasty and others were shocked, but still respectfully accepted the order, and led many disciples back to the mountain gate.

Soon, only Zhao Fan and thousands of immortal cultivators remained.

"What bullshit sword repair senior, what bullshit legend."

"No matter who dares to oppose our Taoist sect, they will have to pay the heaviest price."

Qingsongzi sneered, and a golden seal appeared on the palm of his hand.

This is his natal magic weapon, the top-grade Taoist weapon Mountain Seal, which contains the energy of the supreme earth fire, and it has been sacrificed for tens of thousands of years, and its power is extremely tyrannical and terrifying.

"Mountain and earth fire."

The green pine nuts struck fiercely, and the mountain seal swelled against the storm, glowing with infinite light like a vast mountain, and ruthlessly suppressed Zhao Fan.

This blow, even if it is a strong man of the first level of Mahayana, Qingsongzi is confident that he can easily suppress it.

In front of all the elders and disciples of Shushan, he will personally kill this so-called senior swordsman, disintegrating the belief and will of everyone in Shushan.

The golden seal was like a mountain, and the flames soared into the sky, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

But in the face of this earth-shattering attack, Zhao Fan didn't even look at it, just a trace of sword intent diffused out, and under the shocked eyes of everyone, the golden seal collapsed and opened.

"puff……"

The natal magic weapon collapsed, causing Qingsongzi to suffer a strong backlash, coughing up a mouthful of bright red blood, and almost fell down.

"how can that be……"

Qingsongzi's breath was sluggish, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Whoever offends me in Shushan will be killed without mercy."

Zhao Fan raised his head slowly, and there was a flash of coldness in his calm eyes.

Wisp after wisp of sword intent spread out from his whole body, cut through layers of void, cut through the sky, sun and moon, and swept towards Qingsongzi and other immortal cultivators of the Taoist sect.

The sword intent is like a huge wave in the ocean, with the potential to overwhelm mountains and seas.

At this moment, thousands of immortal cultivators, including Qingsongzi, felt a biting chill.

"No, go back."

Qingsongzi shouted loudly, but it was still too slow after all.

Every trace of sword intent is full of supreme power, enough to cut down the sun, moon and stars.

The seemingly powerful Daoist immortal cultivator looked so small and weak in front of these sword intents.

The disciples of the Taoist sect let out shrill screams, and immediately turned into blood mist and exploded away. Even the primordial spirit didn't have time to escape, and their bodies and spirits were wiped out.

They tried their best to fight and resist, but under the crushing force, it was meaningless at all.

In the blink of an eye, including Qingsongzi and others, thousands of Taoist disciples, none of them had time to escape, and they all became a bloody mist.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Fan didn't take the initiative to attack, but a few wisps of sword intent inadvertently diffused out, killing them physically and mentally.

"hiss!"

Looking at the blood mist in the sky, whether it was the powerful people watching from a distance, or the people in Shushan who were not far away, they all took a breath.

Is this the strength of the mysterious senior swordsman?

Before the sword was actually drawn, just a few strands of sword intent instantly killed the Taoist cultivators including Qingsongzi and others!

"My God."

"Those are thousands of immortal cultivators from the Taoist sect, each of whom has at least the existence of the eighth level of transcendence."

"The Mahayana stage powerhouses, including Qingsongzi, died just like that."

"Am I dreaming?"

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