Chapter 242 Three Elements Sword Formation

   Facing Lu Bei's almost humiliating question, Meng Buwei's face turned livid and he didn't answer, and he tried to take out the saber given by Mei Wangsu with his backhand.

   Hold back, it's not time to show your hole cards yet.

  Boom!

  The gravel was splashed, Wen Bubei climbed up from the ruins with a swollen face, and flew to Meng Buwei's side, expressing his admiration for Lu Bei's astonishing speed.

   "Junior Brother Wen, the enemy is not worth bragging about, he just killed Junior Brother Chang and Junior Sister Pang!" Meng Buwei gritted his teeth with a sullen face.

   "For sword cultivators like me, what we can only pursue in our whole life is the word of swordsmanship. Brothers and sisters can die under the swordsmanship that they have pursued all their lives. It is expected to be extremely happy." Wen Bubei nodded calmly, saying that death will be without regret.

  Meng Buwei was so angry that he was half dead, glaring at his junior brother, puffing smoke from his nostrils, his eyes stared like copper bells.

   "It's just talking, big brother, don't take it seriously."

  Wen Bubei stretched out one hand, with five fingers together, the sword intent strengthened the sword body, and sank straight into the void.

  With a hissing sound, he tore through the space in front of him, and dragged out the broken bodies of Tabuqing and Pangbuchu.

   It's so miserable, the sword body is useless.

  Meng Buwei's heart skipped a beat, and then he thought about it. There was no danger in the secret path. Although the two of them were physically injured and their hearts and souls were broken, they were not saved.

   "No, the enemy is now, but it is not right to put senior brothers and sisters in danger."

  Wen Bubei frowned, and under Meng Buwei's dumbfounded gaze, he pushed back and sent the two seriously injured households into the void.

   "Junior brother, you... what are you doing?" Meng Buwei's scalp was numb, and his whole body was not feeling well.

"The enemy's sword intent is not inferior to me, and they have supernatural powers and other immortal arts. If I bring my brothers and sisters to fight, not only will they not be able to save their lives, but in all likelihood, you and I will join in." Wen Bubei has reason and evidence. explained.

  Because it was so reasonable, Meng Buwei couldn't find anything wrong with it, so he could only stare blankly.

   "Eldest brother, don't be upset, younger brother just tell the truth. Besides, the senior brother and sister got a blessing in disguise, the elder brother should be happy for them."

Wen Bubei said enviously: "As far as I know, senior brothers and sisters are suffering from lack of talent, and the practice of sword body is quite difficult, and they haven't made any progress for many years. Today, the two of them were severely injured by the sword intent, and the sword body was damaged. Why didn't they just break it and then stand up again? If only I had the chance."

   Shut up if you can't speak!

  Meng Buwei snorted coldly, Ming people don't speak secretly, and like other senior brothers, he doesn't like junior junior brothers either. In addition to jealousy, there is another very important reason, these geniuses who think they are very humorous, often talking can kill people.

  Brother, today Master is out on errands, let me teach you sword intent, by the way, do you know what sword intent is?

   It’s okay, isn’t everyone like this?

  Eldest brother, don't be sad, look at your sword, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

  Brother, speak up!

  Listen, are these human words? If it wasn't because he couldn't beat him, he would have turned his back on him long ago!

  The more Meng Buwei thought about it, the more angry he became, he gritted his teeth and said: "Since my junior is so envious, I will entrust you to deal with Nephew Lin. I will stand up for you for my brother and resist the other two senior nephews, lest they disturb your elegance."

   "It's time for you, senior brother."

  While not sad, he was overjoyed when he heard the words, and stepped out to the sky above the cliff, holding three white light spots in the palm of his hand, and spun around.

   "Nephew's speed is astonishing. I don't think I'm an opponent. However, the intent of the sword is very strong. I have created a three-element sword array. If my nephew doesn't mind..."

   "I hate it, I hate it very much!"

   Lu Bei charged violently, the golden light flickered, leaving an afterimage in place, and the fist was wrapped with immortal sword intent, blasting directly at Wen Bubei's face.

  He, Lu, has no interest in the three-element sword formation or anything like that. What’s wrong with the speed of the gods? The practice of fighting is to use the strong to overcome the weak, and the good to win the bad. If you want him to fight fairly, there is no way.

  Terrifying Juli sunken the air and pulled an arc, and before Wen Bubei could react, the fist was deeply buried in his face.

   Click!

  The sword sounded crisply, and Wen Bubei turned into an iron sword and flew upside down in the air, exploding a large piece of iron filings, leaving behind dense potholes where gunpowder smoke lingered for a long time after landing.

  Lu Bei raised his brows, his golden eyes looked to the left and right, and there was a Wen Bubei beside him, with the same body shape, appearance, and momentum, and the three white spots on his palm were exactly the same.

   "Nephew, don't be impatient. I'll tell you what the Three-Yuan Sword Formation is first. You won't be too late to fight after listening."

The two Wen Bubei spoke one after another, and as soon as they spoke, the third figure condensed out of thin air: "In ancient arts, sixty years is a Jiazi, the first Jiazi is Shangyuan, the second Jiazi is Zhongyuan, and the third Jiazi is Zhongyuan. Xiayuan. One hundred and eighty years is the change of heaven and earth, and it goes round and round to form three yuan..."

   "Essence has form, heaven, earth, and man. The sky has three names, the sun, the moon, and the stars; the earth has three names, mountains, rivers, and soil; and people have three names, father, mother, and son..."

   "Following this, it is called infinite."

The more Wen Bubei talked, the happier he was. He explained the theory of the sword array he created himself, fearing that Lu Bei would not understand it, he explained it clearly word by word, and finally said: "This array has a very high intention, I am average in talent, far from being able to Heaven, earth, and man are the three elements, and the foundation of the formation is the three sword intents of Changchong, Poxiao, and Wuliang. I am ashamed to say that the fundamental reason for creating the formation is that it is too difficult to integrate the three sword intents, and it takes a lot of effort to control. It is difficult to hold the sword for a long time, and there is no way to defeat the enemy, so we found another way to create the three-element sword formation."

   "Ah this..."

  Lu Bei scratched his head when he heard it. He thought he was a remote genius who didn't talk too much, the kind with no emotional intelligence. He never expected that this guy turned out to be a chatterbox, and he even brought his own commentary to sell himself.

  In this insidious and cunning world of cultivating immortals, the average person does not shout out their moves. There are not many honest people like Wen Bubei.

   "My nephew's sword intent is tyrannical, and it must consume a lot of mind. You should understand my difficulty in creating the formation..."

Speaking of this, Wen Bubei sighed, then straightened his face, and said in a loud voice: "Although Patriarch's Immortal Nine Swords are good, they are not suitable for us descendants. In the millennium, there are so many amazingly talented sword cultivators. , No one has learned all the nine swords is an ironclad proof. The patriarch's way is not going to work, it is only suitable for him. If we want to achieve something in the way of swords, we must innovate, otherwise it is a waste of talent, no matter how strong it is, it is the first immortal sword master. two."

  My good fellow, you are such a talker, yet you still have such ambitions!

Lu Bei's expression froze when he heard this, and he deeply admired Wen Bubei's ambition, but he had no blood in his heart. He didn't have Wen Bubei, and he didn't have the heart to ask swords like Baijin and Zhanhongqu. , he never thought about it.

  What happened to the second Immortal Sword Master? It sounds very imposing!

   Besides, what’s the problem with following other people’s ways? There is a saying that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants took advantage of the shade.

The two had different ideas and had no common language at all. The more Wen Bubei spoke, the more excited he became, and his blood boiled with enthusiasm. Lu Bei felt that he was very noisy, and when he blasted out with a sword fist, the scorching white beam smashed him into iron filings all over the sky. .

"Nephew, blame me for talking too much. I think you can't hold back when you see Lie Xinxi, so let's stop wasting time immediately!" Next, start the three-element sword array directly.

  buzz buzz——

  Surrounded by the sword wheel, the billowing sword energy roared, piercing the sky.

  Three giant swords holding up to the sky rise from the ground, taking a step further on the basis of the power of the world, splitting the world and forming a world of its own.

  In the formation, the sword energy in the azure blue world is boundless, and only the ear-piercing exchanges of gold and iron can be heard. Countless fierce sword lights are exchanged, filled with sword intent, and the swords are connected.

   Lu Bei people are in the formation, like fish in the sea, looking around the world, there are materialized sword-like sharpness. The space is frozen, and it is difficult to move an inch. It takes a lot of effort to swing the sword light in front of you with a fist, and you feel like you have a whole world on your shoulders.

  The frozen small world is self-contained, and it is impossible to tear apart the space to escape. The sword light comes endlessly, and the sword intent bursts out and stings the skin during the annihilation. After a while, it grinds Lu Bei into a blood man.

  He secretly thought it was troublesome. He knew that the sword formation was so weird, so he shouldn't have rushed to do it just now.

   Careless!

  The good news is that under the impact of countless sword lights, the experience of sword body gradually increased, just like entering the practice room.

   It’s still the kind of whoring for nothing.

  Only sword intent can counteract sword intent, but Lu Bei didn't think so much. It could be seen that Wen Bubei set up this big formation just to observe his sword intent.

   This is very bad. The double standard means that I can prostitute you for free, but I absolutely can’t if you prostitute for free.

  Looking at the experience of eye sword body soaring, Lu Bei decided to endure it, wait for the increase to slow down, or just stop moving, and then enlarge the move to attack the center of the eye.

You Wen Bubei explained in detail, he had a basic understanding of the structure of the formation, and the three phantoms with sword intent could be cut endlessly. It is Wen Bubei's deity.

   "Martial nephew, draw your sword quickly!"

  Failed to see Lu Bei's sword intent, Wen Bubei was rather impatient, and turned his hands to suppress the power of the world, bombarding Lu Bei with all the pressure of the whole world, and burst a large red mist with a bang.

  …

  Outside the formation, Meng Buwei, who was in charge of covering, was in danger.

  Based on the lessons learned from Taste No Slight and Pang Buchu, Meng Buwei refused to fight Lu Bei. Once Huashen defeated Lianxu, he was still Dzogchen, revealing weirdness everywhere, and it was definitely not a wise choice to fight Lu Bei.

Zhanhongqu and Baijin are different. Ignoring the unreasonable swordsmanship talent, the rest is still reasonable. He is one against two. With the advantage of being two hundred years older, he is powerful enough to firmly suppress the two of them. .

   Then he was suppressed by the two, to the left, the Changchong sword intent honed for many years was defeated by Bai Jinqing Chulan, to the right, the two sword intents of Zhan Hongqu merged, and it was even more difficult to take advantage.

   Overwhelmed, quite embarrassed.

dying!

  You master nephews, why are you better than the other, why can’t you respect the 300-year-old master?

  Meng Buwei can't figure it out, he is also a big brother, Lin Yu in the sword formation is tyrannical and unreasonable, even fighting three elders, but he is too old to live like a dog, and it is difficult to beat two senior nephews.

   It shouldn’t be, big brother is not like this.

  (end of this chapter)