Chapter 43 Xuandu Zifu Sword

"Brother Feichen, where does this start?" Seeing that the other party seemed to be unkind, Long Yun was shocked. There was a look of disbelief in Feichen's eyes. He was also a little strange, but he didn't know the reason for the huge transformation of Yun Feichen's personality.

"What does this brother have to say slowly? Don't bring the whole Qingxuan Gate with you." Quan Zhengzi smiled lukewarmly, but he was a little angry in it. In his eyes, a disciple with only the fourth-order cultivation of immortals dared to stand up and face the whole Xuanmen directly, but he didn't know whether he was crazy or stupid.

Feichen frowned, but ignored what the other party said, but showed a gloomy look in his eyes: "What if you take it on? Isn't this what you Qingxuanmen are all pretentious? For personal revenge, do you really think it's easy to lead the wolf into the house and destroy our Xianxia faction? Isn't it what you Qingxuanmen did to let the surrounding sects not help our Xianxia faction? Hey hey, don't tell me that Sun Zinclin, a small disciple of Qingxuanmen Cangqiongfeng, will have such powerful means.

As soon as she finished saying this, Xing Shuangxue was shocked all over. She only felt that the world was spinning, and her mind became dizzy. She never ignored the things in the door. She always walked alone and arbitrarily. She didn't expect that the almost tragic destruction of Xianxiamen would have anything to do with Qingxuanmen or Cangqiongfeng. Is it Sun Zinclin? No, Sun Zinclin didn't have this strength at all. Could it be... She didn't dare to think about it. She stared at Yun Feichen, and her mind was blank.

"Are you speechless? Humph, I don't expect you to say anything. I have written down what Qingxuanmen has done, and I will definitely repay the hatred of the teachers and sisters. One day I will definitely return fifty-five living lives a hundred times and a thousand times!" Feichen's face was ferocious, waved his big hand, turned around and pulled up Hua Ling, and was about to leave.

He will definitely take revenge. The dust faction will be destroyed, and Qing Xuanmen will also pay the due price for this. He will never forget the death of his senior sisters. The bright red rhododendrons that fell down the flower hall is like walking on the river of blood. The anger of the heart can hardly be controlled. It is a kind of pain, hidden in his heart. The pain of wear out.

"Brother Feichen, why are you..." Long Yunran looked at Feichen walking to the inner room. He had a peaceful personality and decided everything later. It was quite ancient style. He knew that what a sad person said could not be taken seriously, so he did not intend to keep it in his heart. He silently looked at Feichen, who was about to enter the inner hall, standing still and didn't know what to say. Let's explain it well.

However, Quan Zhengzi lowered his head, and his handsome eyebrows twisted into a ball. His expression was uncertain. When he looked up, the corners of his mouth were already sneered: "Hmm, what an arrogant disciple of Xianxiamen, let me see what arrogance you are!"

Miso! The famous sword comes out of its sheath, and the wind and thunder go quickly! Quan Zhengzi waved his right hand and took a sword in his hand!

The sword is three feet and five inches long, and the texture is pure purple and bright. There is a faint thunder on it. The sword is tattooed with mountains and rivers, caves, and characters, as if the real mountains and rivers are included in it. It is dazzling. The word 'Xuandu Zifu' on the sword is actually a magic weapon! And the translucent sword in his hand seemed to be fused together, reflecting each other, with unparalleled momentum, dyeing the surroundings purple.

Quan Zhengzi is 18 years old. He grew up in Qingyunfeng, Xuanmen, Qing Dynasty. His father is the treasure of Yifeng. His identity can be said to be the same as Xing Shuangxue. Qing Xuanmen has always paid attention to etiquette. He has always been respectful and modest to people, and others also repay him with courtesy. This time, the first time he went down the mountain, he was inexplicably hanged and said to be a hypocritical person. How could he have suffered such provocation? A kind of arrogance hidden in my heart suddenly broke out at this moment.

"Brother Quan! Why is this? Come on, stop it!" Seeing this tense situation, Long Yun couldn't help but panic. This magic weapon, Xuandu Zifu sword, is a sharp weapon in the famous hall of Qing Xuanmen. Even if it is placed in other sects, it is also a first-class treasure of the town. Qingyunfeng's power is also because his son's first time to go out, or to help Xianxiamen, or there is a big war, so he is really in love in his heart. The guard delivered this sword, but the rescue failed, but he clashed with the people who wanted to help, but what happened?

His strength and Quan Zhengzi were originally between Bo Zhong, but the divine sword in his hand was broken when he fought against the evil spirits. Now he took advantage of the fact that there was no sword weapon. As soon as he came forward, he was blown out by Quan Zhengzi's sword weapon. Now he can't enter or retreat. I don't know what to do in front of him. The power of this Xuandu Zifu sword Naturally, he knew that with the judgment of Yun Feichen in his eyes, he could not get out of a round at all.

"Brother Quan! What are you doing!" Seeing that the other party was going to add Feichen's sword, Fortunately, Shuang Xuejiao shouted, and Longquan Tai'a grabbed it in her hand.

Her Longquan Tai A is a gift from her mother. Although it is not Zhenfeng's treasure, it is also a first-class weapon in the world. At this time, as soon as the sword weapon came out, it suddenly became red and green, and the protective shield was also added. She didn't know why she just wanted to protect Yun Feichen in her heart. She couldn't see him injured and was bullied. She wants to protect him until she dies! Even what she thought in her mind began to become unclear.

Feichen slowly turned around, and his hand gently protected Hua Ling behind him, and his pupils seemed to exude a sense of evil.

Isn't this situation familiar? It's just that Lin Ruyue became himself, and Sun Zinclin became Quan Zhengzi. However, one thing has not changed! It is Qingxuanmen or the kind of condescending arrogance, a kind of arrogance that condescending the world! This arrogance made him hate, made his heart burn, and reminded him of the bloody night, the amputations of the masters and sisters, and the desolation and despair in Ru Yushi's eyes...

Feichen raised his right hand flatly, and the anger was born from his heart and condensed in the palm of his hand. His handsome face was almost viciously twisted into a ball, and he smiled coldly and said, "Hum, the second Sun Zinclin? Very good, very good! Do you still want to slaughter our Xianxiamen again? Or do you want to take the opportunity to kill people now and make up a sword for my Xianxia faction!?"

"Make way!" Seeing the low strength of the man in front of him, Quan Zhengzi dared to look at him with a ferocious face. The hidden arrogance in his heart also soared countless times. The sword of Xuandu Zifu was stormy. With a wave, a bang, a crisp sound made Xing Shuangxue in front of him and even the sword flew out.

"Jian, fairy, sword!" Feichen grabbed it with his right hand, booming! With a loud noise, a huge hole was opened in the wall of the inner hall, and the dark sword was caught in his hand!

In an instant, heaven and earth are dead!

Within thirty feet, it was shrouded in a terrible anger. The air slowly became thin and stagnant, like the heart, it contracted and then expanded, and then contracted again. The sky began to be filled with black fog, like the scene depicted on the sword, and the flying immortals were killed! The sky and the earth are desolate!

The sword's clever words are black, floating lightly behind him. His dark red eyes exude a kind of aggression and a murderous atmosphere, but the corners of his mouth are upturned and inexplicably cold.

"Sir, are you going to kill people again so soon? Is that the child in front of you? Gee, kill him, kill him, let him become the undead under my sword, and let him strengthen the anger in the sword, hahahaha. Qiaoyan's beautiful eyes bent into a curved string moon and encouraged Feichen. The sword formula in his hand had been introduced repeatedly, and he was given a paint-black protective cover.

"Sword Spirit!" Long Yun stared at the sword and saw the beautiful woman standing behind the sword. He frowned tightly. How could he not know what it was? There was no ghost, no demon spirit, and only sword spirit. This is a sword spirit that can also be seen in the daytime, and it has an autonomous consciousness and an uncontrolled sword spirit!

Like a daytime ghost, ethereal, indescribably strange.

"It's a fairy sword! Brother, you can't beat him. Let's go!" After all, the friendship of the same family, how can Long Yun not know the power of this treasure? Just such momentum can scare people to death.

"Haha! I can't beat him!? You said I couldn't beat him!? I have a Xuandu Zifu sword in my hand! I will be afraid of him!?" Quan Zhengzi has obviously fallen into a frenzy. The gap in strength is so obvious, and the Xuandu Zifu sword in his hand can transform the palace world, turn into a cave demon ghost, and Xianfu Sword School to help. Do you still need to be afraid of these young people?

"The city of Xuanxuan, the underworld cave, the fierce ghosts in the mountains, and the purple sword school, all drive here!" Quan Zhengzi's purple sword was sacrificed, and his hands made all kinds of knots in a row. He stepped back a few steps. The purple sword was filled with all kinds of strange ancient characters in an instant. Then, the whole flower hall of more than ten feet suddenly changed, shrouded in a purple space.

Palaces rose from the ground, and the peaks also appeared in front of everyone. A gate opened at the peak, in which many strange-faced monsters ran out, either holding giant hammers or mace. After the little demons rushed out, the palace world opened, and many sectarian disciples sacrificed. The flying sword soared into the air, and the direction it went was exactly where Feichen was!

The trap magic summoned by this ghost fairy is the sword world of Xuandu Zifu Sword. This sword itself is both a magic weapon and a sword weapon, which is unparalleled. Even Longquan Tai's artifacts do not dare to plunder its light.

Although the strength of hundreds of ghosts and demons and Taoists is only the second level of ordinary immortals, there are many. If the swordsman's mana is strong, those fierce ghosts and Taoists will be more powerful, but such strength is enough for Feichen to suffer.

Of course, this is just Quan Zhengzi's wishful thinking.

A group of black gas suddenly spread out, covering the purple sky, the ground, mountains, palaces, and Feichen's black protective cover suddenly expanded more than five feet, which resisted all kinds of little ghosts and Taoist people outside. The sword fluttered in the air and began to sing the sword formula. Feichen stepped forward to Quan Zhengzi, who commanded the thousands of troops. Go away, you don't even disdain the spell.