My Simulated Longevity

"It turns out that the sword can still be used like this!"

Just like when I first saw the perfect version of "Good Fortune Baking Oven" taught by Mr. Bai, and then I was completely intoxicated and lost.

After Li Fan received Mr. Bai's guidance this time, he was also immersed in the infinite mystery of [Heaven-Breaking Heart Sword] and couldn't extricate himself.

He didn't even say "thank you, senior, for your advice" in a polite way, just like Mi Mi Hu Hu. I don’t even know how to leave the competition venue.

I don't know how much time passed, but it was the shouts of "Elder Brother" from the outside world that woke Li Fan up from his epiphany.

Li Fan followed everyone's gaze and saw Situ Yao, who was swaying and seemed to be still drunk, being forcibly carried to the field with the help of two Tianjian Sect disciples beside him.

"Wine, where's the wine?" Situ Yao burped, ignoring Mr. Bai opposite him, and asked around in confusion.

"Why should Situ pretend to be drunk?" Mr. Bai was not annoyed, but said with a slight smile.

After Situ Yao heard this, he couldn't forcefully pretend to be stupid anymore. He coughed lightly, stood up straight, and looked at Mr. Bai.

A hint of helplessness appeared on his face: "Really, I originally wanted to save my face as the senior brother of Tianjian Sect. You are so weak, it seems that I can't do it without fighting."

Situ Yao took out a wine gourd from somewhere and took a swig.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at Mr. Bai for a long time.

"Can't beat him, can't beat him." He whispered.

Although Situ Yao's words were light, they caused an uproar among the monks watching the battle. You know, Situ Yao's actual combat power can be said to be the first in the Tianjian Sect. He hasn't made a serious move for many years, and no one knows where his ultimate strength lies.

But for such an absolutely strong man in the Xuanhuang world, when facing Mr. Bai, he had already taken the initiative to say that he was no match for him before the fight even started!

With Situ Yao's temperament, if he can't beat him, he just can't beat him, and he doesn't bother to lie.

Who is this seemingly ordinary man and where does he come from?

For a moment, all the eyes of Tianjian Sect were focused on Mr. Bai. Surprised and uncertain.

"You know you can't do something, but you do it. Isn't this your life creed, Situ?" Seeing that Situ Yao was reluctant to take action, Mr. Bai encouraged him instead.

"Your sword has been hidden for a long time, it's time to take it out and try it."

The tone was very soft, but when it fell on Situ Yao's ears, it was like thunder.

An inexplicable aura suddenly emerged from Situ Yao. His eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at Mr. Bai, with a flash of doubt.

But after all, he had the mentality of a top expert. After a moment, he calmed down the doubts and surprise in his heart.

"In that case, it would be disrespectful to refuse." Situ Yao said in a serious tone.

Taking a step forward, Situ Yao stretched out his right hand and looked around at the disciples of the Tianjian Sect who were watching the battle.

He said seriously: "Junior brothers, here comes the sword."

All the monks from Tianjian Sect, no matter where they were, heard Situ Yao's words in an instant.

He was stunned for a moment, and then without any hesitation, he threw his own flying sword into the sky.

As the eldest brother of the Tianjian Sect, Situ Yao takes great care of every new disciple and never puts on the airs of a senior. Whenever the disciples are in trouble, Senior Brother will always step forward. Even a bit helpful but not caring.

Situ Yao had been a senior brother for who knows how many years, and none of his disciples had received his favor either directly or indirectly.

At this time, Senior Brother borrowed the sword, so how could he refuse?

So, in an instant, thousands of flying swords flew into the sky together.

Coming towards Situ Yao.

A disciple of the Tianjian Sect has almost half of his cultivation and combat power above his own flying sword.

From the beginning of the foundation building, he spared no effort to build his own flying sword. While strengthening the strength and lethality, slowly achieve mind-to-heart communication.

Therefore, at this time, Situ Yao said "Sword is coming".

It wasn’t just thousands of flying swords that were dispatched.

But it is nearly half of the Tianjian Sect's combat strength.

Thousands of sword energies are vertical and horizontal, emitting different brilliant brilliance. As Situ Yao turned his hand into fingers, he roared towards Situ Yao's target, Mr. Bai.

Countless flying swords condensed into one, as if forming a giant sword across the sky and earth in the void.

Locking Mr. Bai from afar, he arrived in an instant.

It seemed that in the next second, Mr. Bai would be pierced by ten thousand swords and die tragically on the spot.

However, there was no trace of panic on Mr. Bai's face.

He just showed a faint smile, and then raised the wooden sword in his hand.

Opposite Wan Jian.

Buzz…

A sound of sword clanging came from the wooden sword.

Time seemed to stand still for an instant.

Wherever the sword sound passed, thousands of flying swords first stopped their flying movements and stagnated in the air.

Then the sword trembled violently, as if it was fighting fiercely with something.

at last……

The first flying sword lost control and fell from the sky.

Digging into the ground, the sword shook slightly.

Then the second handle and the third handle.

In an instant, thousands of flying swords fell from the sky like heavy rain and landed on the earth.

Densely packed, within a square inch, an extremely dense sword tomb was formed.

Without even touching the corner of Mr. Bai's clothes, Situ Yao's killer move that he had cultivated for most of his life was cracked.

At this moment, Tianjian Sect fell into deathly silence.

The wooden sword in Mr. Bai's hand screamed again.

After that, all the disciples, including Li Fan, saw a scene that they would never forget.

All the flying swords inserted on the ground were actively bending their swords in the direction of Mr. Bai.

It was as if they were bowing respectfully to their emperor.

Mr. Bai stood with his sword in hand, his expression blank.

"You are..." At this moment, it seemed that he finally remembered something.

Situ Yaotong shrank suddenly and lost his voice.

Mr. Bai smiled slightly and waved the wooden sword again.

So thousands of flying swords returned to their masters.

"I came today to ask for something." Mr. Bai, who had resolved the conflict, threw the wooden sword aside and said with a smile to Situ Yao.

"Please tell me." Situ Yao's tone was full of respect.

Mr. Bai looked around, but did not speak.

Situ Yao slapped his forehead fiercely: "Follow me."

With that said, he led Mr. Bai to the main hall of Tianjian Sect.

Only the monks who were still in shock and had not come back to their senses were left all over the place.

"Is this the strength of the truly strong in the ancient world of immortality?" Li Fan was also shocked by the power of Situ Yao's sword just now.

He had a vague feeling that if he had gathered the power of most of the monks of the Tianjian Sect, if that giant sword could be successfully slashed, it would probably be enough to tear a hole in the Xuanhuang Realm.

On the contrary, Mr. Bai casually resolved the matter with this sword.

Not many surprises.