From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 112 Advanced Foundation Establishment Stage
He reached out and patted the storage bag, and a huge disc-shaped magic weapon appeared.

Was thrown into the sky by him.

With a humming sound, the disc turned into a blue light and hooded Zhang Wuji.

"Huh?" Zhang Wuji frowned slightly, raising the black iron sword in his hand.

"Dang!" Yuanpan collided with the black iron sword, and was chopped into two pieces by a single sword, but the two pieces were not cut off, but turned into two blue mechanism snakes and devoured Zhang Wuji's black iron sword towards him. come.

"What a clever mechanism beast!" Zhang Wuji smiled, and shook his sword again, and the two green snakes were sent flying with a bang.

The black iron sword swung more than 30 sword qi in an instant, cutting the green snake consecutively.

"Chi, chi, chi." The green snake was chopped into countless pieces.

However, these fragments turned into small snakes about an inch long and surrounded and devoured Zhang Wuji in a flash.

"Huh!" Zhang Wuji was greatly surprised by this.

However, his reaction was not slow at all, the sword light all over his body flowed for a while, and the Tai Chi sword suit wrapped his whole body in an instant.

"Dang, dang, dang!" The little snake bombarded the sword coat, unable to penetrate, but merged with each other again in the blink of an eye, turning into a long, thin and long snake that wrapped around Zhang Wuji.

"Haha, it's over for this kid, he's been locked up by Eldest Brother's Thousand Machine God Pan, I'll see how he can hide." The Mohist disciples who saw this scene below immediately let out bursts of cheers.

"It's a strange magic weapon!" Zhang Wuji's eyes were full of splendor.

But he didn't panic.

Seeing that Sufeng was wrapped in heavy flames in the distance and was about to rush over, Zhang Wuji suddenly heard sword cries.

This is Jianyin.

Accompanied by the sound of the sword, Zhang Wuji's skin trembled undetectably. In an instant, the long snake coiled around his body fell off automatically as if he was drunk.

This is the magical effect of the Jian Gang body training method he cultivated. After using it, his physical body will enter a state of complete powerlessness in an instant. Totally useless.

But even if he didn't really catch Zhang Wuji, Su Feng's goal had been achieved, he had already arrived in front of Zhang Wuji.

"Punch me." Su Feng yelled, and at some point there was a huge fist on top of his fist, and he punched Zhang Wuji.

"Fight cautiously?"

"Hehe, I like it the most!" Zhang Wuji licked his lips, instead of dodging, he raised his sword and went straight to meet him.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The two fought in the sky for more than 300 moves in an instant, and when they separated again, there were three more sword marks on Su Feng's body, while Zhang Wuji was unscathed.

"Come again!" Zhang Wuji stepped forward with his sword straightened.

Since entering the Foundation Establishment Realm, he has never experienced such a hearty close combat, so he couldn't help being completely excited at this moment.

Su Feng looked at the wound on his body, and his mind was completely dignified.

He really didn't expect that he would be at a disadvantage in the melee combat that he was most proud of.

"Come again!" But seeing Zhang Wuji come again, his arrogance made him completely unwilling to give in. He was wearing a mechanism armor all over his body, and held a sharp mechanism sword that was constantly spinning to meet him again.

There was another roar in the sky.

Countless Foundation Establishment disciples below are staring nervously at the battlefield in the sky. The result of this battle is directly related to their future happiness!
"Boom!" Finally, the battle came to an end, and a loud noise sounded in the center of the training ground.

The smoke and dust cleared, Zhang Wuji stepped on Su Feng's body and stood upright with his sword in hand.

As for Su Feng's body armor, it was completely shattered, and a deep wound on his chest was bleeding, making him look extremely miserable.

"Are you convinced?" Zhang Wuji asked with a smile.

"Hey, who would have thought that the dignified Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator not only played well with Feijian, but also learned how to cultivate his body, so he is willing to bow down!" Su Feng was also a bachelor, and sighed while spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Very good, just take it."

Zhang Wuji didn't bother to explain to him that he was practicing the authentic Jianzong body forging method. He retracted the black iron sword in his hand and smiled: "You are not bad, especially the magic weapon and the sword in your hand can be disassembled and fused. The me three years ago couldn't beat you."

Zhang Wuji was telling the truth. Three years ago, he hadn't practiced the four arteries of swordsmanship, and he didn't have as many methods as he does now. I'm afraid he really wasn't this guy's opponent.

Of course, for him now, it would take no effort at all to defeat this guy.

After all, after fighting for so long, in fact, the few flying swords he is best at are still hidden in the sword plate, and none of them have been used.

This is also what he did on purpose, those flying swords Zhang Wuji were used to kill people, naturally the less people know about it, the better.

"This is called Variety Spirit Iron. It is a special metal synthesized by our Mo family in the past hundred years. How about it? If you are interested, I can give you a piece."

"Forget it, I still prefer swords to tricks!" Zhang Wuji was completely unmoved.

The so-called Variety Spirit Iron is not very lethal, and its characteristic is that it can decompose and fuse into ever-changing forms. This is completely inconsistent with the way of swordsmanship he is practicing now, so it's better not to.

Su Feng nodded when he heard the words, got up from the ground with difficulty and said with a smile: "You are very powerful. Since you have defeated me, you are qualified to be the senior brother of the outer sect of the Mo family."

Su Feng straightened his face, bowed his hands respectfully to Zhang Wuji and said, "Disciple Su Feng pays his respects to Senior Brother."

Although he is over a hundred years old, and not only started earlier than Zhang Wuji, he is also a disciple of the Mohist school with good roots, and his cultivation has already entered the late stage of foundation establishment, but now he salutes to Zhang Wuji without any hesitation.

"Ok?"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You have been in the Mo family for three months, and you are still considered a character."

Hearing this, the expressions of all the Foundation Establishment disciples behind Su Feng suddenly became a little ugly.

A big battle came to an end. After this battle, after Su Feng voluntarily expressed his respect for Zhang Wuji, his position in the Mohist family was officially stabilized. Some Foundation Establishment disciples began to obey Zhang Wuji's command together with Su Feng.

However, more disciples are still silently resisting him.

Zhang Wuji doesn't care about this, because he knows that some things can't be changed overnight, what is needed is a long-term and subtle influence.

But for him, who is a cultivator, what he lacks most now is time.

Three years passed in a flash. On this day, there was a sudden violent fluctuation of spiritual power in the room Zhang Wuji was in. Then, as soon as the fluctuation stopped, the room returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened.

In the room, Zhang Wuji slowly opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and let out a long breath of foul air.

After joining Xuanyuan Sword Sect for nearly 15 years, I have finally advanced to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

(End of this chapter)