Chapter 31 Thirty-Six Swords Appear

Determine life and death, resolve cause and effect!

As soon as Li Honggang's words came out, all the cultivators around the south gate of Haixia City became excited.

The world of immortal cultivation is more cruel than the secular world. Although there is a distinction between good and evil, the cultivators are all based on their own interests. They embark on the cultivation of immortality, not for world peace, but for longevity, which is itself a choice to fight against the sky.

"So domineering, worthy of being a cultivator of the Li family."

"A powerful dynasty a thousand years ago, now a first-class family of immortal cultivation, the Li family can be passed down to this day, and they really have their backbone."

"Bai Yi Jinghong looks so calm, who is he?"

"It shouldn't be Lu Yuanjun, Lu Yuanjun no longer needs to wear a mask, it seems that Taiyuanmen has cultivated another extraordinary genius."

"I think he may be the head of a lineage of Taiyuanmen, or an elder!"

Gu Li stood on the city wall, listening to the discussions of the people around her. The corner of her mouth curled under the veil, secretly thinking that he was not an elder, he was a genius who was more powerful than Lu Yuanjun!

Before entering Taiyuan Gate, her father mentioned Lu Yuanjun many times, and lamented that Lu Yuanjun would become a leading figure in the future Daqi cultivation world. She was always dissatisfied in her heart, always thinking that she was not bad, why didn't her father praise her?

Although she didn't meet Lu Yuanjun now, she felt from the bottom of her heart that any genius would be mediocre and insignificant in front of Fang Wang.

Listening to the discussions of the people around her, Gu Li's worries disappeared, replaced by expectations.

Fang Wang will definitely win!

Tang Chengfeng stared at Fang Wang closely without speaking. It was difficult to judge what he was thinking from his expression.

The woman in white beside him muttered: "The figure looks good, but I don't know if the face under the mask is good-looking."

Li Honggang exuded a visible aura around him, and he actually rose up. There was no magic weapon under his feet. The long sword standing in the mud trembled a few times, shot out suddenly, and the handle fell into his right hand.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Li Honggang stared at Fang Wang closely, his robe fluttering, and his long hair fluttered with it, like a madman.

Fang Wang's mask revealed his eyes. In his pupils, Li Honggang's figure was burning with flames, gradually merging with the blazing sun in the sky.

Li Honggang continued to soar, and he could already look down at Fang Wang.

At this moment, he was like the bright sun in the sky. The aura around him reached its peak, and even extended along the blade, forming a terrifying sword aura that was three feet long. Under the shining sun, this sword aura gradually burned.

Fang Wang raised his sword, with the tip of the sword facing up, the blade lying in front of him, and sword shapes condensed around him.

One sword!

Three swords!

Nine swords!

Twelve swords!

This scene made the monks watching the battle even more excited. For monks, swords are more pursued. The Jinghong Divine Sword Art is quite famous in the world of immortal cultivation. Back then, Yang Yuanzi broke into Qingchan Valley alone with this sword art and retreated unscathed. That battle has excited many monks to this day.

This is also the reason why Yang Yuanzi can inherit the Taiyuan Sect's unique skill, the Nine Heavens Canglei Sword Formation!

When Fang Wang's sword shape exceeded twenty-four, even sword cultivators appeared on the city wall and began to count the number of swords.

"Thirty-two swords! It's really the 32 swords of Jinghong!"

Someone shouted enthusiastically, and his hand holding the scabbard was shaking.

Thirty-two swords surrounded Fang Wang, all pointing at Li Honggang. The superposition of the thirty-two swords made Fang Wang's momentum like a rainbow, not inferior to Li Honggang at all.

"No wonder my son died in your hands, Bai Yi Jinghong, let me see how powerful the 32 swords of Jinghong are!"

Li Honggang raised his knife and pointed at Fang Wang with a look of disdain.

The momentum of the 32 swords of Jinghong is indeed strong, but feeling Fang Wang's momentum, Li Honggang had a bold idea in his heart.

The other party may not have reached the Lingdan realm!

This guess shocked him, and he felt incredible, and even gave birth to a fear he had never had before from the bottom of his heart.

He has such momentum without reaching the Spirit Pill Realm. He is definitely a more terrifying genius than Li Hongshuang. He can't imagine how high Li Hongshuang will reach, so how can he predict how high Bai Yi Jinghong's upper limit will be in the future?

Such a terrifying existence, if he is dissatisfied with the Li family, it will definitely be a disaster for the Li family!

He must be killed!

A terrible murderous intent burst out from Li Honggang's eyes, and his momentum suddenly increased, and the flames of the long sword in his hand rose sharply.

"Thirty-two swords?"

Fang Wang's voice suddenly came, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Fang Wang turned his right wrist, and the blade pointed at his eyebrows. His eyes were so sharp!

Boom!

Fang Wang's momentum suddenly increased, and four swords were added to his body out of thin air. Thirty-six swords were suspended, forming a large circle around him.

The improvement of each level of Jinghong Divine Sword Art is not just an increase in the number of swords, but also an increase in sword intent and sword momentum. The more you go to the back, the more powerful each sword is!

As the thirty-six swords came out, Fang Wang's sword power soared into the sky, and even the cultivators around the South Gate in the distance were frightened, and many of the cultivators' swords were trembling.

The sword box behind Gu Li was trembling. At this moment, she suddenly remembered that when all the natal treasure spirits of Taiyuan Sect were out of control that day, her natal treasure spirit also had a similar situation.

Could it be that the strange phenomenon at that time was also because of him...

Gu Li thought of Fang Wang's hurried return that day, could it be...

Her eyes looking at Fang Wang became more blazing, full of expectation.

"Thirty-six Swords of Astonishment!"

Tang Chengfeng paused and spit out six words, his face became solemn.

All the cultivators around the South Gate were moved, holding down their swords while looking at Fang Wang excitedly.

Li Honggang was also frightened, and there was a panic in his eyes.

Thirty-six swords!

How is it possible!

Li Honggang's heart was shaken, and his blood was shaken. At this moment, a strong fear rushed into his heart. He shouted angrily and slashed with his sword.

The blazing sword energy of nearly five feet long swept across the air, and a terrifying sea of ​​fire was slashed out with one sword, condensing into a huge fireball like the sun, sweeping towards Fang Wang at a very fast speed!

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and he swung his sword forward fiercely. Thirty-six swords were like a rain of swords, moving like thunder and as powerful as a mountain torrent.

In an instant, it seemed that Fang Wang mobilized not only thirty-six swords, but three hundred and sixty swords!

Boom——

The sword rain was unstoppable, sweeping away, dispersing the blazing sun with an extremely domineering momentum. Li Honggang's eyes widened, and his robes were shredded by the sword energy. He had no time to react.

Under the gaze of all the cultivators, Fang Wang waved his sword, and the 36 swords of Jinghong increased by a factor of two, and the number of swords that dazzled them was so strong that they dispelled Li Honggang's scorching sun killing knife. They didn't even have time to see Li Honggang's movements clearly before he was drowned by the sword rain.

The vast sword rain swept over the sky above Haixia City, stretching for several miles before dissipating, leaving a spectacular air flow in the air.

After the sword rain, Li Honggang's figure disappeared in the sky, leaving only his long sword and an egg-sized elixir. The elixir was red all over, and the surface was still burning with flames.

The long sword fell slowly, dissipating continuously during the descent, turning into clouds and smoke.

The dissipation of the natal treasure spirit means that its owner is dead!

When Li Honggang's elixir fell to the ground, Fang Wang turned around, turned into a white rainbow and left, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Haixia City fell into a dead silence.

"Bai Yi Jinghong won!"

A man shouted excitedly, breaking the silence, causing the whole city to cheer.

Li Honggang's son, the purple-clothed youth, and other Li family members stood in front of the city gate, staring at this scene in a daze. With a thud, the purple-clothed youth knelt on the ground, in despair.

"My God! Thirty-six swords!"

"Is there really thirty-six swords in the Jinghong Divine Sword Technique? Such a powerful sword technique!"

"I thought it was a big battle, but I didn't expect Li Honggang to be unable to withstand a single move..."

"Who is Bai Yi Jinghong? Killing a third-level Lingdan realm cultivator with one sword, isn't that too incredible?"

"Another amazing talent has been born in Taiyuan Sect!"

When all the cultivators were exclaiming, Gu Li looked at the direction where Fang Wang left, and the corners of her mouth under her veil rose slightly.

Seeing Fang Wang kill Li Honggang with one sword, she was not shocked, but felt that it should be so.

"Father, you said that once a true genius appears, he can eclipse anyone. I really met him."

Gu Li thought silently, then turned and left.

Fang Wang's strength did not defeat her fighting spirit, but made her eager to return to the sect to practice.

Tang Chengfeng looked at the horizon and said with emotion: "Zhi Xin, go to Taiyuan Gate. Once the 36 swords of Jinghong are released, the world will change dramatically. Taiyuan, this hidden dragon, is really going to soar into the sky."

The woman in white next to him was still in shock, her eyes were dull, and she couldn't come back to her senses.

The sun was shining brightly, and the airflow over Haixia City lingered for a long time, as if the sword intent of the white-clothed Jinghong was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the spectators and could not be erased.