I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 167 The Journey of the Wukong Sword Sect, Finale (4400 words)
The two swords and sticks intersected, and they were separated at the touch of a touch. From the corner of the eye, the senior brother squinted at the old master who had lost the ability to fight, and smiled coldly:
"Just you?"

The power of the invisible kendo field soared into the sky, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the bloody wound left by the old master, and the new granulation slowly squirmed.

"Junior brother, I admit that in a few years, you may have the qualifications to say this to me."

His sword pointed straight at Fang Qingran:

"But what you are today is not enough.

From now on, I will be the only one left in the Wukong Sword Sect. "

With a thought, the blood-stained cloth strips hanging on his body were transformed into a spotless brand new piece of clothing.

Putting on new clothes, he no longer looked embarrassed, and his self-confidence seemed to have returned to him.

The howling cold wind whipped up red dust all over the sky, and when it approached the boy's figure, it was suddenly blown away by an invisible force that was not weaker than the master's swordsmanship domain.

The power of the dual domains of the domain of the swordsman + the domain of his own kendo is jointly stimulated, and the two invisible forces of the same clan collide in the air, like two beasts fighting in the arena, biting, eroding, and devouring each other, and no one wants to give up. Even one step.

The coir raincoat was facing the strong wind, with one hand protecting his eyes, the second senior brother watched the scene solemnly, and signaled the two junior sisters he had rescued to retreat further.

This is no longer a battlefield that they can get close to. If they break into it at will, they are afraid that the aftermath of the battle will cause them to lose their combat effectiveness and even lose their lives.

Finding a few gusts of wind pushing the old master out, he hurried forward and carefully supported the old man.

His eyes fell back to the two junior sisters beside him, and he realized that whether it was Jia Ling'er or the seventh junior sister, their eyes had never left the young man at the center of the battle, nor did they secretly cheer for their little junior brother from the bottom of their hearts.

Undoubtedly, under the current situation, Junior Brother is the only hope to become the Wukong Sword Sect.

Even though she was the last one to get started, she carried the heaviest burden.

Another gust of wind blew the few of them almost untenable. On the red ground shrouded in a blood moon, the pitch-black light that swallowed up all the light like an abyss intertwined with the star-like silver light.

The moment the two streams of light merged, the figures of the youth and the boy also collided in one place!
Sparks splashed all over the place, and Fang Qingran, who had broken down more than a dozen times in succession, swept away with his stick in his left hand. The senior brother raised his sword upside down to resist, and the two swords and sticks intersected, falling into a brief wrestling.

Sensing that another stick was coming towards Tianling, he raised his knee and kicked it. After being blocked by the opponent, he channeled a force again, took advantage of the momentum and retreated tens of meters, and swung a sword aura as he flew upside down.

Seeing this, Fang Qingran also cut out a ray of moonlight, and the two sword qi collided in the air. Amidst a toothache grinding sound, the crescent sword qi shattered and scattered into stars.

The sword energy that had dimmed quite a bit was already in front of him in the blink of an eye, he stepped forward, the bloody energy was concentrated, and he smashed it to pieces with a swing of his stick.

"Whether it's the realm of swordsmanship or the extraordinary level, this senior brother is above me. If I don't have other means to add, I'm afraid I will be the same as the second senior brother. I can't hold my head up!"

Analyzing secretly in his heart, his eyes froze suddenly, and the two silver sticks crossed over his head, resisting the downward pressing white blade.

If it were someone with a slightly slower reaction, it would have been divided into two at this moment.

Seeing that the surprise attack failed to achieve a miraculous effect, the elder brother who slashed down from the sky couldn't help adding another force, and the ground under Fang Qingran's feet cracked inch by inch.

The golden body of Wanjie was running to the limit, the muscles of the forearm holding the sword bulged slightly, and the elder brother's expression changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but was about to pull back again.

"Why is my junior brother so strong? I didn't feel it when I wrestled my wrists before?"

While thinking about it, he looked around, his face slightly startled.

At some point, wisps of drifting white mist occupied his entire field of vision, and the scene outside the mist was hazy, no matter how closely he looked at it, he couldn't see it clearly.

Turning around suddenly, he blocked the silver stick pierced from the rising white mist, he staggered, and couldn't help touching his back with his backhand.

There was a torn tear in the newly changed clothes, oozing blood droplets.

The silver stick that was blocked in front of his field of vision turned into mist and drifted away, and a look of dread appeared in his eyes:
"Illusion?"

He originally thought that apart from the master, the biggest opponent should be the second junior brother, but now he has to admit that he was really wrong.

Compared with the little junior brother's three-legged cat kung fu, the second junior brother is not at the same level at all.

"If I had known it earlier, I should have paid more attention to my junior brother on weekdays, otherwise I wouldn't be as confused as I am now about how many hidden methods he still has.

If it weren't for today, I'm afraid this little junior brother could keep pretending to be a fool and hide it. I'm afraid this little junior brother's scheming is not so simple. "

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but 'diss' the second junior brother again in his heart.

He only mastered a heart-slashing technique, but he ran back to show off in a high-profile way, and wanted to win his senior brother position in one fell swoop, why didn't he look in the mirror to see if he was worthy?

Meditating and concentrating, the breath of spiritual fire that erupted from him suddenly entered the ranks of the limit of the candle from the high stage of the candle.

Forcibly dispelling the gathered white mist, he caught the young man's position, and the two of them once again fought hand to hand, fighting dozens of times in an instant!

In the distance, several members of the Wukong Sword Sect, who are always paying attention to the battle situation, can't help showing a little surprise.

"Senior brother, he actually hides his strength?!"

Jia Ling'er couldn't help covering her mouth, her delicate face was full of worry.

She thought that in such a dangerous situation, the two should have spared no effort.

"Junior brother seems to be at a disadvantage. Isn't it so easy to overcome the extraordinary level gap between the firefly limit and the light candle limit?"

Seventh Senior Sister clenched her sword tightly, her eyes wandered from time to time, as if she was looking for any chance to help Junior Brother.

"Hey, what is your name, big brother!

This kind of thing that deceives teachers and exterminates ancestors deserves us to call him big brother?
Knowing him is the bad luck of my life! "

The second senior brother spat, he entrusted the master of the old school to Jia Ling'er and the seventh senior sister to take care of them, stroking the hilt of the sword, carefully observing the battle situation, looking for an appropriate time to break into it.

He knew that if he entered into a battle of this level with his own strength, not to mention death, the possibility of being disabled was extremely high.

But he wasn't afraid.

He intends to use himself as bait.At the critical moment, create a chance for the junior brother to breathe or counterattack.

While planning in his mind, what happened on the battlefield shocked his jaw.

Raising his hand to caress the wound that was no longer oozing blood, the big brother held a winning ticket, and his provocative eyes fell on Fang Qingran:
"Under the powerful recovery of the virtual demon body. I have recovered to the peak of the past."

He opened his arms, wanton laughter echoed loudly:
"Have you sensed my spiritual fire!
Not only have I returned to the past, but now I am standing at a higher peak!

Junior brother, what are you fighting with me for? "

Randomly swaying the sword energy that is several times stronger than before, the picture of the junior brother on the opposite side dodging in embarrassment or struggling to block it with all his strength appeared in his mind.

No matter which response method the opponent adopts, he who catches the flaw next will catch up with the situation and secure the victory in one fell swoop!

however……

The cyan sword energy with the wind attribute swept out, and the two sword energy collided again in the air like last time, but the ending that followed was no longer the same as before.

The elder brother saw that after his own sword energy had been wiped out, this time, the younger brother's sword energy rushed in front of him with the might of the victor instead.

"what?!"

He was seriously taken aback.

"Brother, your luck is not very good.

In terms of normal progress, I may indeed fail completely. "

Fang Qingran raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Previously, during the battle with the mayor of Qiongmu Town, his sword master's domain had shrunk and increased by [-]%, which also meant that he had to wait for a three-hour cooldown before launching the increase again.

Before he officially entered the abnormal point, he was still waiting for a long time to cool down. Originally, he was prepared to not be able to use it until the end of the sorting test. Who knew that entering this abnormal point would turn from day to night in a flash.

The time that passed now was more than three hours, and his cooling down naturally ended early.

100% increase mode in the field of swordsmen!

A wave of air exploded around her body, Fang Qingran didn't move.

The Wukong Sword Sect senior brother in front of him is the strongest light candle level he has ever fought against. He is very clear that just a small increase is not enough to make him reach the point of defeating the opponent!

Open again!

200% increase mode in the field of swordsmen!

300% increase mode in the field of swordsmen!

"...Little Junior Brother actually hides his strength!!"

Jia Ling'er stared stupidly, almost popping her eyes out.

boom! ! !
The air waves that exploded in the center of the battlefield radiated in all directions, the elder brother's face trembled, and his expression was distorted in the sharp wind like a knife.

clang clang clang clang!
The sound echoed like iron striking, and every time his blade collided, his footsteps would unconsciously take a step back.

Each step marks a clear footprint on the red earth.

"Are you kidding me? I have practiced Wukong swordsmanship for more than [-] years, how could I lose to a junior like you!"

During the fierce battle, he roared angrily, as if using this method to vent the anxiety in his heart.

There was no trace of gentleness on his face anymore, it was hideous and ugly like a demon.

He didn't realize it, or maybe he didn't want to admit it, but there was fear and dread in his heart.

Must be able to beat the opponent?
In his heart, there is no longer the same affirmative answer as not long ago.

The thirteen postures of meditation flowed out like flowing clouds and flowing water. Unlike the mixed emotions of the big brother, Fang Qingran's mind was extremely peaceful.

In his heart, there was no extra distraction, only one firm thought - to defeat the opponent!
With the combination of the two, the power of the thirteen meditation postures has been raised to a higher level in his hands.

The wounds accumulated on his body were the same as when he was facing the master, and they accumulated more and more. The senior brother seemed to recall the scene where he almost lost his life, and regardless of other things, he shouted loudly:
"Drink!!"

The sword of self-forgetfulness and slashing the body!
He intends to forcibly rush out of the predicament in front of him!

Fang Qingran's heart was as still as water, even though the menacing sword was less than half a step away from him, his expression did not change at all.

The tyrannical and violent breath was further aroused, and the double sticks in his hands came first!

The field of swordsman has increased by [-]% + the sword of cutting the body!

The sword light was like a shadow, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the pupils of the elder brother shrank suddenly.

He noticed that cracks slowly spread from the hilt to the tip of his long sword.

But the little junior brother was unscathed except for the useless silver stick, which was a bit thick and a bit straight.

He can't accept it!
This sword of his is not made of ordinary materials, but is made by expert hands, and is fused with more than one kind of spirit mine in the imaginary world.

With a forced breath, he was forced to stop abruptly in his backward steps.

The flying dust seemed to be frozen at this moment, he did not retreat but advanced, and against the boundless oppression, he slashed the second sword.

The second form of the Three Absolute Swords of Forget-me-not is to cut the heart!
hum-

The moment the sticks and swords met, the second senior brother and the others couldn't help but close their eyes, and the dust rolled up on the red ground almost formed a small storm.

While cutting out the second sword, the senior brother did not forget to use his sword soul to influence Fang Qingran.

For a brief moment, he couldn't help showing a gleam of joy on his face.

Under his attack, the younger brother's aura seemed to be a bit unstable.

"There is a flaw!"

As a master swordsman who has practiced Wukong swordsmanship for many years, he will naturally not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Junior brother, if you lose, you lose because you haven't practiced Wukong swordsmanship for long enough!
Before you die, let you experience the final move of the Three Absolute Swords of Selflessness! "

The blade let out an overwhelmed scream, the senior brother didn't take it to heart at all, he had already decided to take this sword weapon that had been with him for many years as a burial object for the junior brother.

In the dark, a bleak atmosphere of emptiness, silence, and emptiness shrouded the entire area. When he stood up and drew his sword, the ground trembled under his feet, and fine gravel and stones rose up.

The dead branches and fallen leaves were chopped out together with the cold blade.

Suddenly, what Fang Qingran saw was not a sword, but a dead and silent wasteland.

He couldn't hear any sound in his ears, everything seemed so far away, and his heart seemed to follow suit, no longer beating.

"Good sword."

He sighed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart all the time, persuading him to give up resistance, and there was no point in living in the world, but at this moment, two clusters of blazing fires vaguely rose in his eyes.

500% increase in the field of swordsmen, open! ! !

Everything faded, and the young man suddenly became the only protagonist in the world, and the barren dead zone collapsed inch by inch in front of the dazzling silver light.

When consciousness returned, the senior brother made a "ho ho" sound from his throat. He raised his hand with difficulty, and weakly pulled the silver stick that had pierced the throat.

In the end, he gave up this behavior, dropped the sword with only the hilt in his hand, and stared straight at the young man in front of him until his eyes lost all color.

Swish!
Fang Qingran pulled out the silver stick neatly.

He turned his head, looked at Jia Ling'er and the others who rushed up excitedly and wanted to hug him, and silently said the last two words:

"Goodbye."

Jia Ling'er rushed to nothing, watching the gradually disappearing figure, her brain froze for a moment.

The scene in front of his vision was gradually distorted. When Fang Qingran regained consciousness again, he looked around and found that his foot was on a stone brick floor.

Looking up, what came into view was a middle-aged man with eyes closed and gray temples, who looked somewhat similar to Ye Qinghuan when he was young.

The middle-aged man's face was cold and hard, and he could not feel any vitality, as if he was dead.

He was holding a green branch with a halo in his hand, which was emerald green and exuded a strong vitality. There seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the next moment, the field of vision spun again, and Fang Qingran's consciousness fell silent.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it was a moment.Or maybe for thousands of years, his consciousness re-ignited a little bit of aura.

When his mind returned, all kinds of voices rushed into his mind at once again, Fang Qingran's complexion moved slightly, his eyes seemed to be opened but not opened.

The moment you wanted to open your eyes, a strange but familiar female voice sounded in your ear, so anxious that it revealed a bit of crying:

"Fang Qingran, dodge quickly, be careful!!!"

(End of this chapter)