Up the Cyclops Tower, before the banquet.

Fan Dao, a master from Longyan Sect, stood up and left the seat, stood in the center of the hall, and waved his arm, and many long swords fell out of the storage bag.

These long swords are all magic weapons of level, but the highest-grade magic weapons are very sharp, with a cool and slight ray on the blade, with a hundred handles in number.

Hulala!

The spiritual power was circulating, and hundreds of long swords stood upright before they landed, floating in the air, three feet away from the ground.

Fan Dao glanced at Changsheng, smiled proudly, and began to activate the array technique.

The hundreds of long swords first surrounded them into a circle and quickly rotated around the master. The surging aura of the formation blows Fan Dao's clothes and makes a sound.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of swords rose into the air and came out, leaving no trace on the roof. It soon fell from the roof again, like a torrential rain.

The blades fell to the ground one after another, but there was no sound, gathering into a circle, flying out of the door like a disc, whistling outside the cyclamen building, with amazing momentum.

Finally, Fan Dao shouted softly, and the hundred swords connected head to tail, forming a sword dragon and returned home loudly and headed straight for Changsheng.

call!!!

The whistling sword dragon was filled with amazing aura. Although it was just a magic weapon, the power carried by hundreds of swords actually surpassed that of ordinary magic weapons.

The sword dragon comes quickly and arrives in a blink of an eye. When it is always born, it is as stable as Mount Tai. It doesn't move, and even a slight breath has not been dissipated.

Buzz!!!

The sword dragon stopped abruptly and stopped in front of Chang Sheng. The first long sword was less than half a foot away from Chang Sheng. Because it stopped too quickly, the sword energy roared, forming a huge echo in the hall.

The knife stopped, the sword wind was still there, Changsheng's black robe was blown, and he could feel the power of the sword array.

The sword formation that Fan Dao used was probably even powerful Jindan, and there was no way to survive in building the foundation.

Not moving like a mountain is not always sure, but helpless.

Anyway, it can't be stopped, so it's better not to move.

"How do you hate Brother Tian? How powerful is my newly realized wood-cutting technique? Haha, how should you crack it?"

Fan Dao was very proud. The reason why he came one day early was to compete with Chang Sheng.

They are friends on the surface, but in fact they are perfect opponents.

The sword formation was specially prepared for myself, and I always knew it, but it was impossible to crack it.

"Good formation!"

Xu Wenjin, the elder of Qichengfeng, who was accompanying him, slapped the table and said in a fascination: "This formation has many changes, and can at least transform into three attack forms. A hundred swords can be combined into one, and the golden elixir can be killed!"

"You have good eyesight, but you were wrong." Fan Dao smiled proudly and activated the knife formation again.

The hundred swords instantly closed together, forming a giant blade that opened the sky, flew out of the door and slashed in the air towards Fuyao Peak.

Rumble!!!

A huge phantom of a giant sword was slashed out by hundreds of swords. The phantom was like a substance, like a tide of mountains and seas, making a huge sound.

The sword shadow gradually disappeared until it was cut a hundred feet away. The knife was like a thunder blew up, and the entire Qianyun Sect could hear it. It was shocked that the sword lights rose everywhere in the mountains, and many Golden Elders soared into the sky to check.

"My sword can kill ten golden elixirs." Fan Dao pointed his hand and took back the hundred swords, saying a half sentence that he had not finished just now.

One sword and ten golden elixirs, this is too loud.

Qi Weishui smiled bitterly, unable to refute anything.

Fan Dao's hatchet is used to exert, he doesn't know whether he can kill ten golden elixirs, but he knows that if Elder Fan of Longyan Sect takes action, the ordinary ten golden elixirs will definitely not be able to stop him.

Being on par with the junior uncle of Qianyun Sect, Fan Dao not only has a very high status in Longyan Sect, but also has amazing combat power.

"Brother Hentian, it's your turn."

Fan Dao sat back on his seat, grabbed Lingjiu and took a sip, and said with a smile: "My sword array is designed to break your woodcutting technique. Come and let's talk about it to see who's woodcutting skill is better. But first, you are not allowed to use the ink armor method. If you use it, you will be considered a draw."

Fan Dao seemed to know Chang Sheng very well, and even knew the final change of the Ink Armor method of cutting wood.

Changsheng didn't move, and ate delicious food safely, and occasionally sipped a sip of spiritual wine, saying casually: "Your sword formation is not good, is there anything new?"

"How can you know if you haven't tried it? Always hate the sky, don't be too crazy." Fan Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous light burst out from his eyes.

At the banquet, no one could eat except Chang Sheng. Qi Weishui hesitated and didn't say anything, and the other three elders Qianyun also learned not to say a word.

Fan Dao came to see the juniors to discuss, just watch the fun.

"This is Qianyun Sect. Am I crazy or not? What's wrong with you?"

Chang Sheng smiled faintly and continued to eat and drink, but in his heart he greeted Fan Dao's ancestors all eight generations.

This grandson was so terrible that Chang Sheng could not take action except pretending to be stupid.

You will be chopped off as soon as you make a move.

I wanted to use Qianyun Sect to suppress the other party, but Fan Dao burst into laughter.

"It's not the case, it's not the case. You often hate Tianqiu and arrogance. Everyone in Tiannan knows it, but you should know my fault."

As Fan Dao spoke, his tone suddenly became cold and said, "The name of Lingnan Dao Master is not for nothing. Since my knife takes action, there is no reason to take it back, or break my formation, or insert all of these hundred swords into your body in Changhentian!"

Suddenly turning against each other, without warning, Fan Dao's body surged with terrible pressure, and even a wind roar appeared in the entire hall.

Ding Ding, the dishes on the table began to pound and made a crisp sound. The pressure alone could affect external objects, indicating that the pressure was so powerful that it was terrible.

"The peak of the golden elixir..."

Feeling the powerful pressure, Xu Wenjin, who was in the Qicheng Peak, was full of fear. Such cultivation was invincible among the Golden Pills.

Not only Xu Wenjin, Qi Weishui and others were also deeply afraid of this pressure, and they couldn't help but activate their spiritual power to resist secretly.

"Cut wood, right?"

Chang Sheng suddenly shouted, interrupting Fan Dao's pressure.

In fact, he didn't want to shout, but if he didn't shout, he would reveal his feelings. The black robe on his body could withstand spiritual consciousness, but he could not withstand magic.

The powerful aura that Fan Dao activated with all his strength was almost the same as a magician in the early stage of foundation building like Changsheng. If he didn't interrupt the opponent, he would be bleeding.

If people use their pressure to squirt blood, is it still killing the genius?

"I knew you were a little wary, haha, come on! I, Mr. Fan, will accompany you to the end today!"

Fan Dao laughed and put away his pressure, raised his neck and poured a big mouthful of spiritual wine, wiped his mouth and shouted with joy.

This is a warlike guy. Of course, he also has the strength to be wary. He can provoke the killing of Tianjiao so provoke, but has not been cut off yet. It can be seen that Fan Dao has the strength to be unable to defeat even killing Tianjiao.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

Chang Sheng said coldly in helplessly: "The sword formations fight each other, the old trick will open your eyes today and see what the real hatchet is."

"Okay!" Fan Dao stared at Chang Sheng without blinking.

Chang Sheng didn't say much, and ordered the deacons on the side to get some dry firewood.

The deacon in the Xianke Tower was unclear, so he didn't know what Uncle Master wanted to do with firewood, but he didn't dare to delay. He hurried down the stairs and soon resisted a large bundle of firewood.
Chapter completed!