Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

"Dare to fight?!"

The sound was surging among the misty mountain peaks, rippling endlessly, and even echoed rollingly.

Between the steep mountains, the sea of ​​clouds that had been churning all the time seemed to have froze, shocked by Fang Lang's roar.

The disciples of Jianshu Neizong, who were still in an uproar because Zhao Dagang and others lost the welcome battle, were all stunned.

Everyone's eyes fell on the young man in Tsing Yi who drew the bow to the full moon and shot an arrow, pointing directly at the Huang Ji Jiange, and felt his scalp tingling for a while!

What a crazy word!

How can you not be frivolous when you are young, and only look at the current champion!

Today, as soon as he entered Jianshu Neizong, he challenged Huangji Jiange, which symbolized the status of Neizong.

Want to challenge the genius disciple in Jiange!

That's right, those who can enter the Jiange are talented disciples with strong combat power, because only by winning the battle can they get a seat in the Jiange and sit safely.

Huangji Jiange has a total of 800 places, and the disciples are restricted to be below the fourth rank. Therefore, those who can enter the Huangji Jiange are basically the disciples of the third rank.

As for the Xuanji Sword Pavilion further forward, it is restricted to those who are below the upper fourth rank. The disciples of the Diji Sword Pavilion and the Tianji Sword Pavilion are genius disciples who have surpassed the lower fourth rank and reached the upper fourth rank.

Therefore, as soon as Fang Lang climbed Shushan, after he hammered Zhao Dagang's team, he directly challenged Huangji Jiange to cause such a shock.

It's like a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!

call out! ! !

The churning sea of ​​clouds seemed to be torn apart, and a blue ice arrow roared out from the ice bow, full of pride!

It seems that the overflowing lake will fill up the sea of ​​clouds between the peaks of Shushan!

And the peaceful Huangji Jiange stands on the top of the steep mountain.

Suddenly, swords flashed out one after another, like gorgeous fireworks, one after another Huang Ji disciples came out from the sword pavilion with swords. Gang Qi controls his own sword!

It's the sword master's art of controlling the sword!

Among the Shu Mountains, the Jianshu Sect stipulated that flying swords were not allowed, and one must control one's own sword with a breath of sword energy.

The disciples of Huang Ji seemed to be sword immortals coming out of the pavilion, surrounded by radiant swords, soaring into the sky.

boom!

Countless sword gangs fell down like a waterfall, instantly annihilating the blue ice arrow that Fang Lang shot with his bow.

"Interesting, the champion of the new division enters Jianshu, and fights in Jiange with great arrogance."

"It's really a bit of a champion, not bad."

"Deng Yuangang, the champion of scientific examinations who entered Jianshu several times before, never dared to challenge Jiange on the first day of enrolling in the sect. How brave!"

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Of the 800 disciples of Huangji Jiange, more than 300 appeared like magpies at this moment.

They looked at each other across the sea of ​​clouds with great interest, Fang Lang, who was in Tsing Yi and kept bending his bow, on Yujian Peak.

These Huang Ji disciples were not very angry, but rather appreciative.

Our generation of sword cultivators should have the courage to fight against the strong without fear.

Fang Lang put away the ice bow, smiled and bowed to many senior brothers and sisters Huang Ji.

"Brothers and sisters, may I ask if you can challenge Huangji Jiange today?"

Xiao Lingjian at the side came back to his senses, with a strange expression on his face: "You really want to challenge, kid?"

"Of course."

Fang Lang nodded, with a serious look on his face.

"For the first challenge, you can only challenge the last ten of Huang Ji's eight hundred disciples. Only after you have climbed the Huang Ji Jiange will you be eligible to challenge for a higher seat."

Xiao Lingjian immediately explained to Fang Lang, with a little wonder in his eyes.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?

No...it's extreme confidence in yourself.

Just now when Fang Lang hanged the hammer on Xue Ying and Zhao Dagang, Xiao Lingjian also saw Fang Lang's confidence.

Fang Lang obviously hasn't tried his best yet.

Before Xiao Lingjian could explain, in the Huangji Jiange across from the sea of ​​clouds, a man with a handsome figure and extraordinary chic smiled gently.

"Junior brother Fang, since you want to challenge, then I can only fight with you, senior brother. Among the bottom ten, the other nine have gone to the Yaoque Nirvana to temper their qi."

"It's just right, let senior brother take a look at how strong this year's champion is..."

When the man smiled, he seemed to have a mouthful of qi in his lungs.

Sword energy lingered all over his body, the sword flew out first, and the man's clothes fluttered, following the sword.

Show the chicness of sword repair to the fullest.

"This is the Huangji Jiange, the 799th seat, Zhao Yu, the 36th orifice of the Canggang, the second stage of the Jiangang realm, extremely talented, and he has been in the inner sect for a year and a half."

Xiao Lingjian introduced it to Fang Lang.

Fang Lang didn't underestimate it when he heard the words, but was full of vigilance.

If Fang Lang loses this battle, not to mention the failure of the mission, it will cause a huge laugh.

This laughing stock would even haunt him during the days when he practiced in Jianshu Sect.

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The top of Shu Mountain.

Chao Xiaojian couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard Fang Lang challenge the disciples of Huangji Jiange.

"Sure enough, it's this kid's temperament. Back then, he dared to say he wanted to be named on the gold list when he was a sixth-level swordsman. Now that he just entered Jianshu, he dared to bend his bow and shoot an arrow at the Jiange."

"I just like the way this kid is fearless."

The surrounding elders also looked at each other in blank dismay, shaking their heads and smiling wryly for a long time.

"The number one scholar at the moment is really crazy."

"Zhao Yu, who is seated in the 799th seat of the Huangji Jiange, is not weak in talent. He has 36 orifices to hide the stellar qi, and the lethality of swordsmanship and single-body explosion are far beyond what Zhao Dagang can match."

"Zhuangyuanlang, the ninth-level swordsman, I'm afraid he will suffer a disastrous defeat."

"Although Zhuangyuan Lang is a genius, Zhao Yu is not mediocre, and it is difficult to step up the ranks."

Some elders are not optimistic.

Elder Ji with the scar on his face squirmed, "I bet this kid wins."

"If you can pull out the Liansheng sword of Suzerain Taihua, I will be so foolish as to bet on him!"

The surrounding elders became more and more helpless.

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The location of the challenge is a floating island in the middle of Huangji Jiange and Prejian Peak.

The floating island is in the shape of a cone, floating in the sea of ​​clouds. Its surface is a disk, covered with green grass, and its diameter is thousands of feet. It is the place where Jiange challenges.

To challenge Jiange disciples, one must first go to the floating island.

Jianshu sects are not allowed to use flying swords, and if they want to fly, they use their lungs to hold the sword energy and ride the sword.

This is the rule of Jianshu Sect, and of course Fang Lang will not break it.

He didn't summon the flying sword and flowing fire. Although he didn't know how to control the sword, he still had a coup to get on the island.

run up, dive...

Afterwards, the ice bow in his hand reappeared, and eight ice arrows were shot out in one arrow, which turned into a rain of arrows in an instant.

Fang Lang's body was bent like a spring, and he jumped up from the edge of Pre-Jian Peak, his body popped out, the first falling arrow fell, Fang Lang's toes touched it, his blood surged, he burst out with great strength, and he used his strength to move forward Every now and then, the ice arrow was crushed by the giant force, and the sky was full of crystal clear.

Fang Lang just took advantage of his strength to stand and move forward, flying over a distance of several feet, the second arrow fell, and Fang Lang used his strength to move forward again.

Eight arrows fell one after another, like eight grains of ice rain in the cold spring.

One step at a time, Fang Lang was walking on flat ground, his green shirt flying like a fairy passing through the sea of ​​clouds, and he landed on the floating island amidst the uproar all around him!

On Pre-Jian Peak.

Many old disciples were in an uproar.

I just felt that Fang Lang's operation gave the show no idea what to say, so he could only utter vulgar words such as "wow" and "shit".

After Liu Bubai saw it, his lips raised slightly, and the prodigal son started to show off again, but he raised his chin, proudly, as if he was the one who was showing off.

Ni Wen pursed her lips with a smile in her eyes.

Floating island.

Fang Lang shot eight arrows across the sea of ​​clouds, making a dazzling mess.

Of course, Fang Lang didn't mean to be flashy on purpose, he could only cross the sea of ​​clouds in this way.

On the floating island, Zhao Yu wore a white robe, and his sword fell down.

The lungs swelled, and a breath of sword energy split the air three feet thin.

He smiled and looked at Fang Lang.

"Junior Scholar, your courage is commendable, I will let you lose with dignity."

Zhao Yu held the sword suspended all over his body, pointing the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, with sword energy gushing out, cutting off a grass on the ground.

"Zhao Yu, Huangji Jiange, Second Duan Jiangang."

Zhao Yu said lightly.

It is indeed courageous for Fang Lang to dare to challenge, but he, Zhao Yu, does not want to lose. After all, he broke into the inner sect from the outer sect, and finally climbed to the Huangji Jiange, he did not want to give up this position easily.

Fang Lang held the hilt of the Obsidian Sword with his hand, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Fang Lang, Nine-Duan Sword Master."

"Please advise."

boom!

After the words fell, Fang Lang took the lead in making moves. He was weaker than Zhao Yu in terms of cultivation, so Fang Lang had to seize the opportunity!

Fang Lang had met two third-rank cultivators before. One was a soldier of a different race in the military examination, but the other party was just an ordinary third-rank warrior who moved blood.

The other is Zhao Dagang who was crushed by him before.

But they are all just a paragraph.

But Zhao Yu is the second stage, hiding the gang energy in the thirty-six orifices, and his strength is absolutely different!

Stepping down, Fang Lang chose to pull his body closer, and Lingxu sword step threw a few sharp sword auras towards Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu flicked his sword lightly, shattering the sword step and sword energy lightly.

Fang Lang jumped up, and with a crisp "clang", the Obsidian sword came out of the sword box, still drawing the sword with one hand!

Fang Lang's eyes are deep and bright when switching the bondage state!

The energy and blood power exploded, and the five-level martial artist blessed him with sword drawing skills!

"violent!"

"Lingtong!"

Fang Lang shouted in his heart, and the talent of the second bloodline was activated.

In an instant, a pale golden light flashed in Fang Lang's eyes, and the spirit cone was thrown out!

In the berserk state, the energy and blood will skyrocket, and the strength will skyrocket!

The power of sword drawing has also been raised to a higher level!

Tear!

The air was torn apart by Fang Lang's sword like a rag, and the obsidian sword was wrapped in the momentum of drawing a sword, like a black waterfall flying straight down!

Zhao Yu ate a spirit cone, and his mind was in a trance. When he came back to his senses, he was shocked, and the sword in his hand shook for a moment!

Block Fang Lang's sword!

The smallness in Zhao Yu's heart disappeared completely, and his heart was awe-inspiring. Although Zhuangyuan Lang was young, he was definitely a swordsman who had experienced many battles and practiced swords hard!

The two swords collided, and the sword energy collided with the sword gang!

Fang Lang felt as if he had bumped into a thick city wall, and he couldn't cut through the wall again with his sword!

Zhao Yu's hair flew up, and the white robe on his chest was torn apart by Fang Lang's sword energy, and blood spewed out.

"What a top student!"

Zhao Yu screamed, there was an orifice on his arm, and the gang qi was hidden in the orifice!

bang bang bang!

As if a surge of power erupted like a vast river, Fang Lang felt as if he was about to be rushed away in an instant!

Fang Lang backhanded in front of him like a Buddha holding a flower, flicking his fingers and sword waves!

Boom!

Fang Lang flew out backwards, plowing two mud ravines with his feet on the ground!

However, blocking Jiangang with Jianbo, Fang Lang's fingertips were dripping with blood, and he was almost severely injured by Jiangang!

Zhao Yu gasped for a little breath, his eyes were filled with fear, he almost overturned the car!

The sword gang in the thirty-six orifices swept across again, like a thunderstorm on the ground, causing ripples in the air.

Zhao Yu's figure pulled out afterimages in place, and he stabbed with a sword!

Zhao Yu also saw that he was not as good as Fang Lang in terms of swordsmanship skills, but his sword gang was stronger than Fang Lang. This is the difference in realm!

One force down ten will!

Bully him with strength!

Bang bang bang!

Zhao Yu's offensive was like a storm, and the sword gang was unparalleled, stronger and more powerful than the sword master's sword energy.

Fresh mud flew across the floating island.

Fang Lang and Zhao Yu were evenly matched, even Zhao Yu was shocked.

The main reason was that he felt that Fang Lang's sword energy was extremely tenacious, stronger than that of ordinary sword masters.

"Cultivation technique!"

"You have cultivated the Sword Dao Kung Fu, and thus condensed the sword energy!"

"So your sword energy is tough and difficult to defeat!"

Zhao Yu figured it out in an instant, became more and more afraid, and directly broke out the thunderous ultimate move.

The long sword drew an arc in front of him, like a lake of sword energy, sparkling.

"Gather Sword Lake with my sword gang."

Zhao Yu looked solemn, and handed out a sword forward.

The momentum of the sword is as outrageous as a flood that fills the lake.

Zhao Yu is a genius, and it is natural to be a genius to be able to climb the Huangji Jiange. This type of sword lake is actually small and handsome. Countless sword qi and sword gangs are cut out, as if a huge lake is pouring down!

So strong!

Fang Lang was amazed.

It is indeed a bit difficult for him to fight against the genius Jiangang realm with the cultivation base of a ninth-level sword master!

but……

Fang Lang took a step back, and the Obsidian Sword and Liansheng Sword returned to their sheaths. Instead, it was the Guiyuan Sword in the sword box, which automatically bounced out of the box. This sword was bestowed by the Emperor Tang. The conduction effect of sword energy and spiritual thoughts is extremely high.

Fang Lang wanted to use the sword as a base to perform a final move.

Fang Lang touched the ground with his toes, facing the sword lake splashing down from the sky, and pushed his hands inside and out, like a Tai Chi.

Suddenly, a mighty energy rose out of thin air, gathering around him into a white python.

The white python roared at Jianhu, and collided instantly, the white python was torn apart, but Jianhu was also slightly blocked.

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

With the blessing of Lingtong, the spiritual thoughts of the fifth-level magician level have been drained time and time again!

And Fang Lang Tsing Yi automatically without wind.

"Small Forbidden Curse Sword Thunder."

...

Black clouds overwhelm the city, about to destroy it, and a thunder dragon surges from it.

The young man sat cross-legged on the top of the wall, bathed in the torrential rain, feeling the thunder, with a Guiyuan sword on his legs.

With eyes closed, both hands are in the position of twisting flowers, slowly pressing down, and then like an angry Buddha twisting flowers, they suddenly rise up from the ground.

There are angry thunders falling from the black clouds!

In an instant, the Guiyuan sword was struck by thunder, and with the momentum of the thunder, it shot all around!

Day after day, year after year.

...

Boom!

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the sky and the earth thundered!

It seemed that there was a thunderclap from the Queen of the Clouds, and everyone was stunned.

But I saw the floating island.

Zhao Yu looked shocked, but saw a thunderbolt appear out of thin air from Fang Lang's body, and countless thunder arcs moved, and then a blue sword wrapped around the thunderbolt and shot towards him, as if across mountains and rivers.

Zhao Yu's sword lake was split open, and a sword with a thunderbolt flew towards him. If the arc of lightning on his sword hadn't been scattered, the sword might have pierced Zhao Yu to the ground, but Zhao Yu still struck with the sword in his hand. He resisted in front of his chest, but ended up with a broken sword.

The flesh and blood on the chest was bloody, and blood was sprayed from the mouth, flying ten feet away, pulling endless smoke and dust on the ground.

The dust settled.

Dead silence!

Whether it's Huangji Jiange or Yujian Peak, all the disciples are dumbfounded.

All that was left in his eyes was the thunder sword.

For a long time, Xue Ying, who was shot through the shoulder by Fang Lang, covered her mouth and trembled all over, raised her finger, and pointed from afar, so excited that she lost her gentleness.

"Skill Sword!"

"This is a real swordsmanship technique!"

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