Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The Great Dust Sword Formation moved faster.

Fu Qinghe's sword light became brighter and brighter.

He was getting better and better.

Under the effects of the Heart Purification Mantra and the Rejuvenation Mantra, he reached a peak state, his understanding of the Qi Holding Realm became deeper and deeper, and the power of his swordsmanship became stronger and stronger.

Later, the sword in his hand looked like a lightsaber, you could only see the light, not the blade.

The lightsaber flickered, and someone was injured every time the sword went down.

It was just that the Great Dust Sword Formation was mysterious, and other people's swords could come to block it at the last moment.

His sword was only a little faster.

Just this one line gave him the opportunity to hurt the people of the Tianhai Sword Sect. If he didn't speed up this line, no matter how fierce the sword was, it would be divided by other swords.

Divide and divide again, dividing his power into more than a dozen pieces, thus weakening the power by more than ten times.

The six grandmasters were only one level lower than him, and the remaining twelve grandmasters were also top swordsmen. His one-twelfth power could not do anything to them.

But speed could not be divided.

The Great Dust Sword Formation has already brought the coordination to the extreme. Twelve people gathered their strength, shared his strength, and also attacked him.

But he relied on his speed and the agility of the Qi Holding Realm to remove most of the strength.

This led to a stalemate between the two sides.

It was difficult for one side to attack firmly, and it was difficult for the other side to hurt the other side more seriously. Both sides had hope, but there was no possibility of a single strike to determine the outcome.

After more than thirty moves, his sword skills became more fierce and his sword speed became faster.

Fu Qinghe was not unusual after being injured, as if he was not injured, and the sword stabbing had no hindrance to him.

Others were affected by injuries.

At first, it was not felt, but after ten people were injured, even if they were only slightly injured, the operation of the sword formation was still a little slower.

Although this little bit was not visible to outsiders and seemed insignificant.

Fu Qinghe, who was trapped in the sword formation, clearly felt that his heart was as calm as still water, his mind became more solid, his sword intention was purer and sharper, and his sword momentum was faster.

The sword light was bright, and then there was a continuous hum.

The Great Dust Sword Formation was broken.

Fu Qinghe floated back and escaped from the crowd, his clothes had been dyed reddish brown.

He glanced at everyone, his eyes were cold and ruthless.

Everyone felt cold in their hearts when he looked at them.

"Qinghe, you..." Lu Jingxiu had a complicated expression: "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be..."

If it was in the past, he would only be happy.

Fu Qinghe is a swordsmanship genius. The stronger he is, the stronger the Tianhai Sword Sect will be. As an elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect, of course he would be happy.

But now Fu Qinghe is no longer a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect, but a servant of Monk Fakong.

The stronger he is, the stronger Monk Fakong will be.

"Uncle Lu, let's stop here!" Fu Qinghe said indifferently: "Next time a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect attacks me, I will not be polite anymore!"

"Fu Qinghe, you are cruel enough!" A young man covered his wrist and stared at Fu Qinghe viciously: "You..."

The tendons in his wrist have been cut.

This means that even if he can recover, he can't continue to practice swordsmanship.

He has become a useless person, which is no different from having his cultivation abolished, or even worse than being abolished.

If one's cultivation is abolished, one can still practice it back.

But if the tendons of his hand are cut, it is impossible to completely recover. Even if he is fine, his sword skills are cut off.

Fu Qinghe looked at him coldly: "Junior Brother Tong, I can tell whether you want to kill me or abolish me!"

"You..." Tong Zhiming stared at him viciously: "You are indeed a member of the Sword of Love Slashing, ruthless and unrighteous!"

Fu Qinghe ignored him and looked at Lu Jingxiu, then turned around and slowly walked to the tombstone, kowtowed, then glanced at everyone coldly, and turned away.

"Uncle Lu, just let him go like this?" Tong Zhiming said hurriedly.

Lu Jingxiu looked at him thoughtfully.

Tong Zhiming said, "Uncle Lu, you won't believe his lies, will you?"

"Nephew Tong, you can practice left-handed sword, you can also practice well." Lu Jingxiu said, "But remember, if the mind is not right, the sword technique is not right. If you want to match the sword technique, the mind must be right first."

"Yes!" Tong Zhiming nodded solemnly.

He was slightly shocked, and he hated and hated Fu Qinghe even more.

This damn guy, even though he had betrayed the Tianhai Sword Sect, Uncle Lu still trusted him more and didn't trust himself. He deserved it!

Fu Qinghe walked down the mountain, and then used Qinggong to run fast. Just when he was about to cross a river, his eyes suddenly flashed, and Lin Feiyang appeared in front of him.

"Brother Lin." Fu Qinghe nodded.

Lin Feiyang looked him up and down.

Fu Qinghe was puzzled.

Lin Feiyang said, "Old Fu, I misjudged you."

Fu Qinghe was even more puzzled.

Lin Feiyang said, "You didn't kill that guy just now with one sword."

Fu Qinghe was silent for a moment and shook his head gently.

Lin Feiyang said, "Do you care about the friendship between you and your fellow disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect? But you care about the old friendship, but he doesn't, and he wants to kill you in every possible way."

Fu Qinghe looked at the open river.

The ten-zhang-wide river rushed down and meandered into the distance.

Lin Feiyang stared at him and said, "That Tong guy, are you really going to let him go?... If I'm not mistaken, this guy is a scourge after all, Old Fu, never underestimate anyone."

Fu Qinghe said slowly, "I don't want to kill anyone in front of Master's tomb."

"...Okay, then I'll help you get rid of him." Lin Feiyang said, "I can't sleep well if I don't get rid of this scourge."

"He can't make any waves." Fu Qinghe said lightly, with a look of disdain on his face.

Lin Feiyang said: "When he goes back, he will spread the word that you have completely devoted yourself to the abbot and that you wanted to kill him this time but failed. He will warn the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect that any disciple of Tianhai Sword Sect who meets you in the future must not be soft-hearted and must be ruthless. Tell me, is this troublesome?"

Fu Qinghe frowned.

Lin Feiyang said: "If you don't solve this trouble now, I don't know what will happen later!"

Fu Qinghe shook his head slowly.

When he heard Lin Feiyang say this, he knew that Tong Zhiming was indeed capable of such a thing.

Lin Feiyang waved his hand: "No need to say more, I will do it for you. I will kill him tonight and leave."

He disappeared without a trace.

Fu Qinghe was silent for a moment, and finally did not stop Lin Feiyang.

Tong Zhiming is indeed a scourge, so he should be killed.

At this time, in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, Fakong retracted his gaze and shook his head.

He was sitting at the stone table, drinking tea, observing this side, and seeing everything here.

He was ready to flash to Fu Qinghe's side at any time and reach out to him when Fu Qinghe was in danger.

Or use the rejuvenation spell to heal his wounds, or use the heart-clearing spell to boost his spirits, or use the immobilization spell to help him.

Even directly take action to clear it.

But Fu Qinghe's comprehension was very high, and he made progress in danger, so he didn't need to take action himself.

But Fu Qinghe really lived up to his reputation as the sword of love-slaying, and his actions had nothing to do with love-slaying and nature-breaking.

Procrastinating and dragging his feet.

Fu Qinghe had deep feelings for his master, otherwise he would not insist on burning paper in front of his master's grave at this time.

Fu Qinghe had always shown mercy to the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect.

But he was obviously the sword of love-slaying, and no one survived when he drew his sword. It seemed that he was like this to others, but not to his own people.

Fakong really didn't know what to say.

It seemed that he did nothing wrong, but it was not very pleasant to watch.

A bright moon shone in the sky.

Bitan Island was shrouded in mist.

Zhou Xiang was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, motionless.

The waves hit the rocks, making a rustling sound. The sea under the bright moon was peaceful, but the fog covered most of it, so you couldn't see too far.

Fakong suddenly appeared.

Zhou Xiang opened her eyes and smiled.

She looked happily at the wooden box in Fakong's hand. Inside was the delicious food prepared by Li Ying, which she had been looking forward to all day.

She took it, gently put it on the table, opened it silently, and looked at the food inside, her eyes lit up.

She admired in her heart: "Li Ying really understands my taste, all of them are what I like!"

Fakong smiled in her heart: "Has there been any movement recently?"

"No." Zhou Xiang shook his head and said in his heart: "They are still busy in the pond, no different from usual."

"Isn't the boat going out?"

"There is no intention to move the boat."

"Yeah."

"Master, can I get out?" Zhou Xiang asked in his heart: "In two days, they may find something wrong."

"If it doesn't work, I'll take you to the island next to it." Fakong said: "Even if you can't escape back to the inland, it's okay to hide for a while."

"But you can hide for a while, but not for a lifetime." Zhou Xiang said.

Fakong said: "A while is enough, I don't believe their boat will never go out."

"I believe the master can save me out." Zhou Xiang said.

She smiled and began to eat slowly, chewing slowly, without making any sound.

Fakong disappeared in a flash, and appeared silently in the woods beside the pond, continuing to study the breath of the stone wall.

He was still trying to adjust the yin and yang energy, while trying to analyze the aura of the stone wall, and his understanding was deepening.

The two-yin realm was also advancing.

The attacks of the Tianhai Sword Sect masters caused subtle changes in the stone wall, and the aura flowed, which was very beneficial to Fakong's observation and understanding.

At the same time, he also analyzed the strength of these Tianhai Sword Sect masters.

If these great masters formed a large dust sword formation, how powerful would it be, and could they trap him?

The power of this large dust sword formation was far greater than the dust sword formation he had seen before.

Tianhai Sword Sect had a group of great masters who were proficient in martial arts research, just like the elders of the Prajna Academy of the Vajra Temple.

Focus on martial arts research and bring forth new ideas.

Another two days passed. In the early morning of this day, when Fakong was about to go out for dinner, his face suddenly changed slightly.

His eyes suddenly became deep, and then he looked directly at Bitan Island, and saw four Tianhai Sword Sect disciples performing light skills and flying towards the cave where Zhou Xiang was.

He disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he appeared beside Zhou Xiang, picked her up and went out of the cave like a flash of light.

During this process, a piece of clothing flew out of his sleeve.

This piece of clothing was exactly the same as the one Zhou Xiang was wearing. It was shattered by his palm and turned into pieces that fell on the sea.

When the four Tianhai Sword Sect disciples came to the cave, they found that the cave was empty and there was nothing. Zhou Xiang had disappeared.

A scream sounded.

Then a dozen people flew over and landed in the cave. They saw the empty cave and asked why.

When they knew that a rebellious disciple had disappeared, they concluded that it was suicide.

On such an isolated island, how could a disciple who was hungry and thirsty for several days and nights and had lost his martial arts leave the cave?

Unless he jumped down and committed suicide.

They looked down and found pieces of clothing floating on the sea.

Ps: Over.