Fantasy: My Sect is 100 Million Points Stronger

I don’t know who built this attic. It has three floors and is magnificent.

When he arrived, Wang Feng had some idea that anyone could stay in the attic in Mission Hills Lake as long as there was no one around. Therefore, Wang Feng didn't care and took Li Jing and others into the attic.

Many kendo masters who were originally observing the magic of Mission Hills swordsmanship in their respective lofts were stunned when they saw the actions of Wang Feng and others. They all looked at Wang Feng and others who stepped into the loft, with a flash of horror in their eyes. meaning.

"He...how dare they enter Guanlan Pavilion?"

"Aren't these people afraid of death?"

"It's really interesting. Are you still so stupid these days?"

"Hey, these people look strange. They must be from outside the country. They are looking for a show."

All the sword cultivators were talking via voice, and their words were full of gloating about misfortune.

As sword cultivators who stay in Mission Hills all year round, they know that some of these attics must not be entered at will. Except for their respective owners, anyone who dares to step into them will be killed.

In recent years, many stupid people have stepped into these attics without knowing what they are talking about. Without exception, they all died.

Especially this Mission Hills Lake, even the strongest sword cultivators dare not touch it, because the owner of this Mission Hills Lake is the Holy Son of the Sword Xuan Sheng Sect, one of the Five Great Courts that has appeared in the world in recent years. all.

His talent in swordsmanship is extraordinary, as strong as a sword, and he is unparalleled in domination. Anyone who touches him will basically be killed by his sword, becoming another wisp of dead souls on his road to swordsmanship, even if it is a strong man from the older generation, or Fearing the Sword Xuan Sheng Sect behind him and fearing his own strength, he would basically not provoke him.

Usually when this person comes, the entire Mission Hills is peaceful and peaceful, for fear of offending this person.

Even if this person does not come today, these brave people will not survive after the news spreads. After all, in the other side of the divine realm, there are countless people who want to curry favor with this holy son of the Jianxuan Holy Sect. He does not even need to say anything. There are many forces and even strong people who are willing to take action on his behalf to deal with Wang Feng and other daring people.

"Finally...see you again."

In an attic standing in a remote place, a long-lasting and deep sigh suddenly resounded throughout the attic, and a vague gaze looked through the attic at Guanlan Pavilion where Wang Feng and others were.

"Husband, do you know those people?"

A gentle and delicate voice sounded in the attic.

In the attic, a young man in rich clothes sat cross-legged on a futon. There was a table in front of him, and an ancient long sword lay quietly on the table. However, if you look carefully, you can see I found that the young man's right arm was empty.

His eyes were deep and bright, showing the vicissitudes of life that did not look like youth.

Next to the young man, stood a beautiful woman in a purple dress. Her eyes were full of tenderness. She was filling the young man's tea while asking curious questions.

"There is still a period of cause and effect that has not yet been resolved."

The young man had a far-reaching gaze and explained softly without saying much.

The beautiful woman nodded lightly and didn't ask any further questions.

After thinking about it, the woman finally couldn't hold it back and said: "Now that they have entered Guanlan Pavilion, with the temperament of that holy son, I am afraid they will not be able to be kind. What do you plan to do, husband...?"

The woman looked at the young man steadily, with traces of worry in her gentle eyes.

She knew very well how terrifying the Jian Xuan Sheng Sect was. Facing such a heaven-level Taoist court, even the forces behind her would have difficulty contending. If the young man gets involved, I'm afraid...!

Hearing this, the young man smiled slightly, held the woman's hand, and said softly: "My husband is a swordsman!"

"These days, my husband has comprehended the mysteries of swordsmanship in Mission Hills Lake, and has opened up a brand new swordsmanship on his own. However, the cause and effect has not been resolved, and my husband has never been able to enter the divine realm of heaven!"

"This time, it may be a calamity, or it may be an opportunity to become a husband!"

The woman's exquisite body trembled suddenly, she slowly lowered her head and remained silent.

A swordsman would rather be strong than broken!

She didn't want to put her husband in danger, but she also understood that she couldn't persuade him. If he backed away, it wouldn't be him.

After thinking about it, the woman raised her head, stared at the young man, and said with a sweet smile: "No matter what your husband does, Yun'er will support you."

The young man said nothing, but held the woman's hand tighter.

At this time, the young man and the woman seemed to sense something, and they both stared into the void in the distance.

At the same time, other sword cultivators in the attic also looked in that direction, with expressions of gloating on their faces.

"Those people are going to be miserable...!"

In Guanlan Pavilion, Wang Feng and others did not know that all the sword cultivators in the attic were affected by them at this moment. At this time, he, Li Jing and others, stood on the third floor of Guanlan Pavilion, looking at the entire Mission Hills Lake.

Looking from a high position, this attic seems not high, but standing on the third floor, you can see the entire Mission Hills.

This lake is the same as the rumor. It looks like a sword mark. Standing here, Wang Feng and others can feel the wisps of sword intent coming out of Mission Hills Lake and drifting towards them.

These sword intentions are not harmful and are filled with endless gentleness, just like an elegant and easy-going person telling the world his way through the sword in his hand.

Feeling these sword intentions carefully, Wang Feng's pupils shrank and he stared at Mission Hills Lake, as if he wanted to see through it completely.

These sword intentions were unparalleled in mysteries and as profound as the sea. In them, he actually felt the swordsmanship that was almost close to the avenue? Could this sword cultivator, who split open Mission Hills Lake with one sword, be a supreme figure at the level of the Heavenly Ancestor?

Or even an existence that has already half-stepped into the realm of the Great Dao God?

Originally, Wang Feng simply wanted to use the mysteries of swordsmanship in Mission Hills Lake to prove his own swordsmanship and help his swordsmanship reach a higher level, but now, he is more interested in this swordsman who cut through Mission Hills Lake.

He circulated the source power in his body, focused in his eyes, and then looked towards Mission Hills Lake.

Under his gaze, the entire Mission Hills Lake seemed to have changed. The original Sword Spirit, Lake of Sword Spirit, and any attic, etc., had all disappeared, leaving only lush mountains.

But at this moment, a mediocre sword light fell from the sky. In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. Mission Hills Lake was formed. At the last moment of the illusion, Wang Feng saw a man in blue shirt holding a man. A woman stands above the sky, her extended sword finger has not yet been withdrawn.

This sword, the opponent didn't even use the sword, he just used a sword finger to slash out at random.

When he caught a glimpse of these two figures, he even felt the source of power in his body trembling slightly, as if he was touching the same kind of power.

"boom!"

"get out."

Just when Wang Feng wanted to take a closer look, a roaring sound exploded, and the illusion was cracked, and he returned to reality. Two strands of blood overflowed from his eyes. He shook lightly, evaporated the blood, and looked at him angrily. Beyond the attic.

If people outside the attic hadn't disturbed him, he might have been able to see the true face of the blue-shirted man, and even be able to use his source power to stimulate his swordsmanship, so that he could truly get close to the swordsmanship of this sage.