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

A young Shushan disciple murmured to himself with wide-eyed eyes.

"Senior Sword Cultivator, you are really too strong."

"Sure enough, as rumored, he is the guardian of our Shu Mountain."

"Senior Sword Cultivator is invincible in the world."

"Invincible."

……

After the shock, the elders and disciples of Shushan cheered in unison!

With such an unfathomable powerhouse sitting in Mount Shu, what Taoism are they afraid of?

"It's unimaginable."

"Thousands of Taoist experts are not qualified to let him use the sword. Just a few sword intents are terrifying."

"Shu Shan, a mysterious strong man, in terms of swordsmanship attainments, I am afraid that in today's world, there are few people who can compare with him."

"It's really unexpected. I thought Shu Mountain was about to be destroyed, but I didn't expect it to be a big reversal. Many Taoist cultivators died tragically."

……

In the distance, the powerhouses from all sides who were watching the battle on the battlefield were also discussing with tingling fears.

Chapter 165 The Old Monster of Daomen

Outside the mountain gate.

The sky was full of blood mist like clouds, Zhao Fan stood proudly in the void, his eyes were extremely calm.

Killing thousands of Taoist cultivators was effortless for him.

Zhao Fan's black hair fluttered, his expression was peaceful and calm, he had no intention of leaving immediately, but stood silently in place, as if he was waiting for something.

Countless disciples in Shushan looked at his slender figure, and everyone's eyes were filled with fanaticism and awe.

"Such a strong kendo breath."

"Thousands of Taoist cultivators have died, but he has not restrained his sword aura. Could it be that he is waiting for other strong Taoists?"

"Probably."

"The background of the Taoist sect is unfathomable. Thousands of disciples died tragically. I'm afraid those old monsters can't sit still."

……

Feeling the sword intent emanating from Zhao Fan, the strong men from all sides in the distance were all terrified.

Boom!

Sure enough, not long after, the sky above Mount Shu was shaken violently, countless auras from heaven and earth became chaotic, and a huge space portal slowly appeared in front of everyone.

The other end of this space portal seems to be connected to the depths of a certain forbidden area, and there is a trace of scalp-tingling energy fluctuations coming from it.

"I really didn't expect that after tens of thousands of years, someone would dare to slaughter our Taoist disciples like this."

"Even the old man who founded Shushan didn't dare to provoke Taoist sects like this. It's really scary for young people."

A hunched figure slowly walked out of the door, with a hint of sarcasm in his vicissitudes of tone.

This is an old man in a white Taoist robe, with gray hair and dense wrinkles, but his eyes are open and closed, revealing a seductive brilliance.

His seemingly old body is actually full of unimaginable power.

The old man stood there casually, but it was like a big mountain.

The aura that permeated him invisible made all the Shushan people present and the powerful people from all sides feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

There is no doubt that this is an old monster in the Daoist sect. It has survived a long time and has unimaginable cultivation and realm.

This is the true background of Taoism. One person is better than thousands of troops, which is enough to make most of the forces in the world of cultivating immortals awe and fear.

"finally come."

Zhao Fan spoke calmly, without the slightest surprise, as if he had expected this scene long ago.

The little fox Baixue once mentioned that a long time ago, Taoism was the overlord of the world of cultivating immortals, and its background was very deep and unfathomable.

So Zhao Fan naturally knew that it was impossible for Taoist sects to besiege Shushan, only Qingsongzi and thousands of immortal cultivators came, there must be old guys paying attention to all this.

Thousands of Taoist cultivators have been wiped out. How can the old guys who pay attention here remain indifferent?

Since Zhao Fan chose to make a move, his opponents naturally couldn't be Qingsongzi and the others, but old monsters from the Taoist sect.

"Are you waiting for me?"

The old man looked at Zhao Fan with a half-smile and asked.

"I'm waiting for you."

Zhao Fan corrected with a blank face.

"Oh, that's interesting."

"It seems you have a lot of confidence in yourself."

The old man sneered, and said slowly: "The old man's Taoist name is Shanqingzi. Tens of thousands of years ago, thanks to the love of all parties in the world of cultivating immortals, he was called Shanqing old man."

What he said was very casual, but as soon as the words fell, it caused the powerhouses from all sides to watch from a distance to change their colors.

"What? Shanqingzi? Old man Shanqing!"

"Isn't that the powerful man who was famous in the world of cultivating immortals tens of thousands of years ago?"

"It is said that in that era, old man Shanqing walked in the world, broke into the demon realm alone, and killed eighteen terrifying monsters one after another."

"Crossing the demon realm, beating all the demon clans to flee."

"I really didn't expect that he survived to this era!"

……

In the dark, the strong men who had also survived the long years all exclaimed and recognized the old man Shanqing.

This is a top-notch powerhouse in the Taoist sect!

Even the old guys from other forces who were in the same era are much shorter in front of the old man Shanqing!

"Young students, even though you have killed thousands of disciples under my Daoist sect."

"But the swordsmanship is really good. I am willing to give you Shushan a chance. As long as you agree to join the Taoist sect, we can let the past go and let Shushan become a vassal force of the Taoist sect."

The old man Shanqing opened his mouth with a smile, as if he didn't feel any anger at the death of thousands of disciples.

Because for an old guy like him who has survived a long time, most of his humanity has already receded, and he pays more attention to immediate interests.

Zhao Fan's swordsmanship is extraordinary, if he can join the Daoist sect, it will be a great help.

That's why he was willing to make such a request.

"Join Daomen?"

"Let Shushan become a Daoist vassal force?"

When Zhao Fan heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, drawing an arc, and mockingly said, "Is this a charity?"

"You can understand that."

"This is the only chance for you Shushan people to survive, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, the old man Shanqing sneered, the meaning was very clear, if he disagreed, he would take action to destroy Shushan.

"I reject."

Zhao Fan smiled dismissively and said casually.

Not to mention the mere old monsters, even if a real fairy came in person, it would not be enough to make him surrender.

"That was really disappointing."

"Please go on your way."

As the words fell, the old man Shanqing's eyes turned cold, and his big hand suddenly came out, and the whole sky roared, forming a monstrous giant hand with a width of hundreds of miles.

The huge palm covered the entire Shu Mountain, and the surface was covered with dense runes. If it was really slapped down, it would be enough to obliterate everything!

"Puff, puff..."

Feeling the terrifying fluctuations from above their heads, some Shushan disciples with weaker cultivation bases were suppressed to the ground by invisible forces.

Even many elders felt chills in their hearts and felt a strong sense of danger.

With a random palm strike, the power of heaven and earth is like destroying the world. Is this the strength of the old Taoist monster?

"What a terrifying power."

"Uncle, you have to be careful."

Sovereign Master Zhao Xiaotian also rushed to the mountain gate at this moment, seeing the big hand that covered the sky, he secretly sweated for Zhao Fan.

"Keng."

Invisibly, there is the sound of swords resounding through the world.

There was also no movement of Zhao Fan, a sword intent was like a Milky Way, smashing the void and shattering wherever it passed.

Under the attention of everyone, the sword intent and the big hand collided violently, there was no earth-shattering explosion, and there was no energy fluctuation like a huge wave in the ocean.

There was only a "bang" sound, and the monstrous hand burst open, turning into nothingness all over the sky.

The sword intent remained unabated, like a frightened bird in the sky, approaching the old man Shanqing.

This is just a sword intent condensed by Zhao Fan's thoughts. It is not a real move, but the power in it is enough to threaten all the strong cultivators below the fourth floor of Mahayana.

"Ok?"

"It does have some patience."

"But when the old man was cultivating the world of immortals, your ancestors of Shushan didn't even know where they were, let alone you, a younger generation."

The old man Shanqing snorted coldly, and slapped out his big hand at random, shaking the sword intent to collapse.

Then, he didn't hold back any more, and a golden Dao sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards Zhao Fanli.

An old monster who has reached his level does not need too many complicated methods, and the strength of his gestures is enough to make the world pale.

"It turned out to be a strong man on the third floor of the Mahayana period."

"But so."

Through Old Man Shanqing's shot, Zhao Fan judged the opponent's strength at a glance.

He shook his head casually. 200 years ago, he was in the third level of the Mahayana period, and his current strength is even more immeasurable.

If the Taoist sect only sent such a weak opponent, then Zhao Fan would be really disappointed.

Zhao Fan raised his hand slowly, pointed like a sword, and struck out with lightning speed.

The sword light was hot and bright, illuminating the sky in all directions, and enveloped the old man Shanqing with unimaginable power.

"what?"

Old Man Shanqing's complexion changed suddenly, but his reaction was extremely quick. He slashed out the golden Dao sword in his hand one after another. Several runes and sword aura were as strong as a mountain, trying to block Zhao Fan's sword light.

But he overestimated his own strength, and at the same time underestimated Zhao Fan's strength.

bang, bang...

The rune sword energy collapsed one after another, and it was impossible to resist Zhao Fan's sword light.

"how is this possible!"

The old man Shanqing was startled and frightened, at the critical moment, a golden bronze bell appeared out of thin air and blocked in front of him.

Boom!

The copper bell trembled violently, and under the impact of the sword light, it cracked quickly, and cracks like spider webs appeared.

This scene made the old man Shanqing unexpected, and shocked everyone present.

"impossible!"

The old man Shanqing was terrified, this copper bell was a top-grade defensive weapon, and after tens of thousands of years of nourishment, it almost possessed a trace of the spirit of a quasi-immortal weapon.