This is what cultivating immortals is like

Facing Lu Bei's almost humiliating question, Meng Buwei's face turned pale and he refused to answer. He tried to take out the sword given by Mei Wangsu with his backhand.

I held back, it wasn't time to reveal my trump card yet.

Bang!

As rubble flew, Wen Bubei climbed up from the rubble with a swollen face and flew to Meng Buwei's side. He was amazed and admired Lu Bei's astonishing speed.

"Junior Brother Wen, the enemy is not worth bragging about. He just killed Junior Brother Changchang and Junior Sister Pang!" Meng Buwei said with a sullen face and gritted his teeth.

"We, the sword cultivators, have nothing more to ask for in our lives than the way of swordsmanship. It is expected that our senior brothers and sisters will be extremely happy to die under the swordsmanship that we have pursued all our lives." Wen Bubei nodded calmly, saying that he would die without regrets.

Meng Buwei was so angry that he glared at his junior brother, snorting smoke from his nostrils and staring like bells.

"It's just talk, senior brother, don't take it seriously."

Wen Bubei stretched out one hand, put his five fingers together, and the sword intention blessed the sword body, and it went straight into the void.

With a hissing sound, he tore the space in front of him and dragged out the broken bodies of Chang Buqing and Pang Buchu.

It's so miserable, the sword body is completely useless.

Meng Buwei's heart suddenly thought, and then he thought, there was no danger in the secret passage. Although the two of them were seriously injured by the sword and their hearts and souls were shattered, they were not hopeless. After three to five years of raising them, they would be able to get off the kang and identify their shoes.

"No, we are facing a powerful enemy, but we should not put our senior brothers and sisters in danger."

Wen Bubei frowned, and under Meng Buwei's stunned gaze, he pushed the two seriously injured people into the void with his backhand.

"Junior brother, you...what are you doing?" Meng Buwei's scalp was numb and his whole body felt bad.

"The enemy's swordsmanship is not as strong as mine, and he has supernatural powers and other magical powers. If he brings his brothers and sisters to fight, not only will he not be able to save their lives, but in all likelihood, you and I will also be involved." Wen Bubei was reasonable and well-founded. explained.

Because it was so reasonable, Meng Buwei couldn't find any fault with it and could only stare at it.

"Eldest brother, don't be upset. I'm just telling the truth. Besides, senior brother and sister are a blessing in disguise. Eldest brother should be happy for them."

Wen Bubei said with envy: "As far as I know, my senior brother and senior sister are suffering from lack of talent, and it is quite difficult to practice the sword body. They have not made any progress for many years. Today, the two of them were severely injured by the sword's will and their sword bodies were disabled. They were broken and then stood up again. It would be great if I had this opportunity.”

If you can't speak, shut up!

Meng Buwei snorted coldly, Mingren did not speak secretly, and like other senior brothers, he did not like his junior brother either. In addition to jealousy, there is another very important reason. These geniuses who think they are very humorous can often make people angry to death with their words.

Senior brother, Master is out on business today and asked me to teach you sword intention. By the way, do you know what sword intention is?

It’s okay, isn’t everyone like this?

Senior brother, don’t be sad. Look at your sword, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Senior brother, please speak!

Listen, are these human words? If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, he would have turned against him long ago!

The more Meng Buwei thought about it, the angrier he became. He gritted his teeth and said, "Since junior brother is so envious, senior nephew Lin will let you deal with it. I will hold the battle for you and resist the other two nephews, lest they disturb your enjoyment."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Wen Bu Bei was overjoyed when he heard this. He took a step forward and reached the sky above the cliff. He held up three white light spots in his palm and spun around.

"My nephew's speed is astonishing. I think I am no match for him. However, my sword intention comes first, and my skills are really hard to bear. I have created my own three-dimensional sword formation. If my nephew doesn't mind..."

"Disgusted, very disgusted!"

Lu Bei charged suddenly, the golden light flashed, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and the edge of his fist, carrying the immortal sword intent, blasted directly into Wen Bubei's face.

He, Lu, has no interest in the Three-Yuan Sword Formation or anything like that. What's wrong with Shensu? The practice of fighting is to overcome weaknesses with strengths and win with superiority. There is no way to give him a fair fight.

The terrifying force dented the air and pulled the arc, and before Wen Bubei could react, the fist edge was buried deeply into his face.

Click!

There was a crisp sword cry, and Wen Bubei transformed into an iron sword and flew out backwards, exploding large pieces of iron filings and leaving dense craters with smoke that lingered for a long time after landing.

Lu Bei raised his brows and looked to the left and right with his golden eyes. There was a Wen Bu Bei on each side of him. His body shape, appearance, and aura were all the same. The three white dots held in his palms were also the same.

"Master nephew, don't be impatient. I'll tell you what the Three-Yuan Sword Formation is first. After you listen, it won't be too late to fight."

The two Wen Bubei spoke one after another, and as soon as they spoke, a third figure condensed out of thin air: "In ancient magic, sixty years are regarded as one period of time, the first period of time is Shangyuan, the second period is Zhongyuan, and the third period is Zhongyuan. Xia Yuan. One hundred and eighty years is the time when heaven and earth change, and they form the Three Yuan over and over..."

"Yuan has forms, heaven, earth, and man. Heaven has three bodies, sun, moon, and stars; earth has three bodies, mountains, rivers, and soil; man has three bodies, father, mother, and son..."

"Following this, it is called infinity."

The more Wen Bubei talked about it, the happier he became. He explained all the theories about the self-created sword formation. He was afraid that Lu Bei wouldn't understand, so he explained it clearly word for word. Finally, he said: "The intention of this formation is extremely high. My talent is average and far from it." Based on the three elements of heaven, earth, and man, the foundation of the formation is Changchong, Poxiao, and Wuliang sword intent. It is embarrassing to say that the fundamental reason for creating the formation is that it is too difficult to fuse the three sword intents, and it takes a lot of effort to control them. It is difficult to hold the sword in your hand for a long time, and you lack the means to defeat the enemy, so you found a new way to create the Three-Yuan Sword Formation."

"Ah this..."

Lu Bei scratched his head when he heard this. He originally thought he was a cold-blooded genius who didn't talk much and had no emotional intelligence. He never expected that this guy turned out to be a chatterbox and even came up with his own explanations to sell himself.

In this insidious and cunning world of immortality, where everyone is willing to do tricks without shouting out, there are really not many honest people like Wen Bubei.

"My nephew's sword is so powerful that it consumes a lot more energy. You should be able to understand my reasons for creating the formation..."

Speaking of this, Wen Bubei sighed, then straightened his face and said loudly: "Although the Nine Immortal Swords of the Patriarch are good, they are not suitable for us descendants. Over the past thousand years, there have been so many amazing swordsmen. , which is the ironclad proof that no one has mastered all nine swords. The Patriarch’s path is impenetrable and is only suitable for himself. If we want to achieve success in swordsmanship, we must innovate, otherwise we will waste our talents. No matter how strong we are, we will never be as strong as the Immortal Sword Master. two."

Good guy, you are such a talkative person, but you still have such ambitions!

Lu Bei's expression froze when he heard this. He deeply admired Wen Bubei's ambition, but there was no passion in his heart. He didn't have Wen Bubei, nor did he have the desire to study swordsmanship like Bai Jin and Zhan Hongqu. He was more interested in the Abandonment Sutra and so on. , he never thought about it.

What's wrong with the second Immortal Sword Master? He sounds very majestic too!

Besides, what’s the problem with following other people’s path? The old way is that the predecessors planted trees so that the descendants can enjoy the shade. If the descendants don’t enjoy the shade and insist on planting trees themselves, wouldn’t the trees planted by the predecessors be in vain?

The two people had different ideas and had nothing in common. Wen Bubei became more and more excited as he talked, talking about himself so passionately that Lu Bei felt that he was very noisy. He fired out a sword fist, and the white beam of light beat him into a sky filled with iron filings. .

"Nephew, I blame me for talking too much. I thought you would be happy to see me, and you can't hold it back for a long time. In this case, let's start immediately and stop wasting time!" Wen Bubei thought that Lu Bei was eager to try, thinking that he had found a like-minded person, and he was overjoyed. Directly activate the Three-Yuan Sword Formation.

Buzz buzz————

The sword wheels surrounded him, and the billowing sword energy roared, cutting through the sky and the sky.

Three giant swords rising up from the ground, building on the power of heaven and earth, dividing this area of ​​heaven and earth into a world of its own.

In the formation, the sword energy of the azure world is boundless, and one can only hear bursts of harsh clashes of gold and iron, countless fierce sword light exchanges, the sword intent is filled with it, the sword energy is connected, and the sword energy is reincarnated, with endless birth and death.

The people from Lubei were in the formation, like a fish in the sea. Looking around the world, they could see the sharpness of their swords. The space was frozen, and it was difficult to move even an inch. He punched away the sword light in front of him. It took a lot of effort, and he felt like he was carrying a whole world on his shoulders.

The solidified small world was self-contained, unable to tear apart the space to escape. The sword light came endlessly, and when it was gone, the sword intent exploded and stung the skin. After a while, Lu Bei was turned into a bloody man.

He secretly thought it was troublesome. If he had known that the sword formation was so weird, he shouldn't have rushed to take action just now. He would have sacrificed the chopped red yeast to neutralize the sharpness of the sword formation.

Careless!

The good news is that under the impact of countless sword lights, the experience of the sword body increases gradually, just like in the practice room.

It's still the kind of free prostitution.

Only sword intention can compete with sword intention, but Lu Bei didn't think so much. It could be seen that Wen Bubei set up this formation just to observe his sword intention.

This is not good. The double standard is that you can do it for free, but I absolutely cannot do it for you.

After taking a look at the experience of the sharp increase in the sword body, Lu Bei decided to endure it for a while longer and wait until the increase slowed down or stopped moving, then he would use his larger moves to hit the center of the formation.

You Wen Bu Bei explained in detail that he had basically figured out the structure of the formation. The three phantoms holding swords could be killed endlessly. No matter how many times they were killed, they would be resurrected due to the operation of the formation. The center of the formation's eye was This is the true deity of Wen Bu Bei.

"Master nephew, hurry up and draw your sword!"

Unable to see Lu Bei's sword intent, Wen Bubei was quite impatient. He turned his hand to suppress the power of heaven and earth, and bombarded Lu Bei with all the pressure of the world, exploding a large red mist with a bang.

…

Outside the formation, Meng Buwei, who was responsible for covering, was surrounded by dangers.

Meng Buwei had learned from the mistakes of Chu Buqing and Pang Buchu, and refused to fight Lu Bei. When he transformed into a god, he defeated Lianxu, but it was still a great success. Everything was weird, and fighting Lu Bei was definitely not a wise choice.

Zhan Hongqu and Bai Jin are different. Regardless of their unreasonable swordsmanship talent, the rest is still reasonable. He is one against two. With the advantage of being two hundred years older, he has enough magic power to steadily suppress the two of them. .

Then he was suppressed by the two of them. To the left, the Changchong Sword Intent that had been honed for many years was defeated by Bai Jinqing out of blue. To the right, the two Sword Intents in Cutting Hongqu merged, making it even less advantageous.

The left branch and the right branch are in a state of embarrassment.

dying!

You fellow apprentices, why are you more powerful than the other? Why can't you respect your uncle who is 300 years old?

Meng Buwei couldn't figure it out. He was also a senior brother. Lin Yu in the sword formation was tyrannical and unreasonable. He fought three elders in a row, but he was so old that he was like a dog. It was difficult to beat two junior nephews.

It shouldn’t be, senior brother is not like this.