Junior Disciple C

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The three-meter-tall white-nosed demon bear ran towards Feng Ye. Every time it stepped on the ground, the pebbles on the ground would tremble slightly.

The claws that glowed with a dangerous cold light stabbed at Feng Ye, Feng Ye remained motionless, he quickly assessed the current situation, should he make a move?

"Brother!"

Before he made a decision, Fang Yang's voice suddenly sounded from his side.

A ray of silver light protruded from the side of his body, blocking the bear claws waving towards him.

Feng Ye stared blankly at Fang Yang who suddenly ran over to block him, and retracted his five fingers that had been stretched out from the Taoist robe.

He didn't have to make a move.

Feng Ye made such a judgment.

Can't Fang Yang, who is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, defeat the White-nosed Demon Bear at the Foundation Establishment Stage?

Indeed, Fang Yang couldn't win.

However, Fang Yang, who has his own help, may not.

Fang Yang intentionally took the white-nosed demon bear away from Brother Waste Chai, and he only felt the pressure doubled.It was still able to support for a while before, but now every time the sword edge hits the bear's claw, the sudden increase in force makes his hands numb.

There were also a few more gaps in the iron sword. If this continues, he will not be able to deal with the monsters in the foundation period.

Just when Fang Yang was about to tell Brother Waste Chai and Brother Hao to run quickly, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.

It was that man's voice whose origin was a mystery but whose voice was very nice.

"Don't panic."

It was just two short words, which should have been pale and powerless.

But I don't know if it's because the man's tone is steady and firm, making people want to trust his words for no reason.

Fang Yang's flustered heart calmed down, and he was a little lucky, fortunately, he took the bamboo piece he picked up with him.

"The strength of this monster is dominant, don't fight recklessly, use your wrist hard when you move the sword, the sword's power is as fast as electricity, and lingering as water."

Fang Yang did as he did, and the numbness in his hands was relieved a lot. The brittle force generated by his wrist movement of the sword acted on the sword body, making it break away when it hit the bear's paw, removing a great deal of pressure. Part of the strength of the White-nosed Demon Bear.

"Huh?" Hao Chen gasped in surprise. Originally seeing Feng Ye standing there motionless, he thought he had misjudged the person. This guy has a heart of stone and is not going to do anything for the cheap junior he picked up.

Unexpectedly, Silly Baitian, who I have never cared about, unexpectedly blocked the attack of the monsters in the foundation building period.

Feng Ye hid his hands in his sleeves, pinching his hands, while his face was fixed on Fang Yang who was fighting with the monster, with a look of worry and anxiety because of his powerlessness.

Hao Chen glanced at Feng Ye's expression out of the corner of his eye, and thought that even if Fang Yang was a little stronger than he thought, it would be absolutely impossible for him to defeat the foundation-building monster. He would like to see if this so-called senior brother is so Ruthless?

Hao Chen was right. Although Fang Yang temporarily blocked the white-nosed demon bear, he soon showed his defeat again.

With a "crack", the iron sword that had collided with the bear's claw countless times made an overwhelmed shattering sound.

This was originally an ordinary iron sword in the hands of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and it was considered to be of excellent quality if it could last so many rounds under the claws of monsters.

Right now, a crack visible to the naked eye appeared in the middle of the sword body.

The sword is about to break.

This realization made Fang Yang panic. Once the sword broke, he would have no ability to resist the monster.

As he panicked, he made a mistake in his sword posture at the same time. The bear claw passed through the gap in the defense and grabbed his side. Although Fang Yang made a remedy in time, the bear claw still left blood on his left arm Dripping scars.

The smell of blood stimulated the white-nosed demon bear, its blood-red eyes became a little darker, the tip of its nose moved slightly, its fangs were exposed, its fighting spirit was high.

On the contrary, the double blow of the iron sword that was about to break and the injured arm made Fang Yang almost lose the courage to fight again, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

"Don't retreat!"

The man's voice suddenly became harsh.

Fang Yang was reprimanded by this voice, and although he stopped backing, his inner timidity did not disappear.

He looked at the giant bear charging again, and shouted inwardly, "I can't beat it..."

"Not necessarily." The man gave such an answer. Time was running out, and his tone became urgent: "While it is approaching you, look for its flaws and give it a fatal blow."

It's easy to say, let alone whether the flaw can be found, it is still a question of whether the iron sword that is about to break has the ability to pierce the hard skin of this monster.

The giant bear approached Fang Yang in an instant, and because of the man's scolding, Fang Yang had lost the chance to escape.Right now, he has no choice but to fight with his back.

With fear, he opened his eyes wide, staring at the bear claws of the white-nosed demon bear attacking from both sides.

The bear paw went straight to his head, trying to smash himself into pieces like a watermelon.

The bear's mouth opened wide, and saliva full of stench flowed out.

Wait, Fang Yang suddenly realized that this was the flaw.

While the white-nosed demon bear was attacking, it revealed its biggest opening.

He only needs to take out his sword at this time and pierce the bear's mouth to achieve a fatal effect.

But...but...can the iron sword in his hand pierce the bear's mouth...or will it break when it hits the bear's mouth?

Fang Yang didn't know, he hesitated and feared in his heart, three words echoed in his heart: "It will be broken..."

"It won't break!" The man's voice was firm.

"It will really break!" Fang Yang clearly felt the condition of the iron sword in his hand. Although this mysterious big brother is indeed very accomplished in swordsmanship, it is he who holds the sword, not him. Fang Yang still I am more willing to trust my own judgment.

"Since you are a sword cultivator, if you don't believe in the sword in your hand, what else can you believe in!" The man's tone was almost questioning.

Fang Yang's fearful and hesitant heart suddenly decided, yes, since he is a sword cultivator, if he doesn't believe in the sword in his hand, what else can he believe in?

It doesn't matter, anyway, it's a death anyway.

Fang Yang suddenly made up his mind. He threw away all the cowardice and doubts in his heart. His mind went blank, and only the giant bear that was so tall that he even had to bend down to attack him was in his eyes.

He ignored the claws coming from both sides and the strong wind that almost stings his skin, and just stared at the beast's mouth that was getting closer.

Then, at the critical moment, accompanied by the man's roar: "It's now!"

Like the lightning that broke through the night, the bright silver sword light flashed past, piercing the wide-open bear's mouth like lightning.

The blade hit the fangs. Although the white-nosed demon bear's teeth were not as sharp as the bear's claws, they were equally sharp weapons that should not be underestimated.

The iron sword whose life was hanging by a thread broke without any surprise.

Because of the reaction force, the upper half of the sword edge flew upside down and flew a distance of tens of meters.

Hao Chen, who had been watching coldly, opened his eyes slightly, with a hint of disbelief.

He saw the broken iron sword, but he also saw... the sword edge condensed with spiritual power pierced the white-nosed demon bear's snout, and came out from the back of its head.

This is... Sword Qi...

Sword qi is a crucial watershed for sword cultivators. It can be said that only when one truly cultivates sword qi can one be called a sword cultivator.

But the comprehension of sword qi has no rules, it all depends on one's understanding and chance, some dull people may not be able to truly cultivate sword qi even if they form a golden core.

The talent is as brilliant as Cao Zirui, but he only comprehended it during the foundation building period.

This mediocre young man actually comprehended sword qi at the seventh level of qi refining?

How can it be?

Hao Chen's disbelief at this moment is exactly the same as Feng Ye's disbelief not long ago when he saw the white-nosed demon bear suddenly advance to the foundation-building stage.

And, in the same way, after he denied it in his heart, he immediately turned his suspicious eyes on Feng Ye who had been standing quietly in the same place.

Feng Ye noticed Hao Chen's gaze, and he returned an innocent smile.

Admittedly, he helped a little.At the critical moment of life and death, he used his spiritual consciousness as a guide to guide Fang Yang to slash this invincible sword.

But if Fang Yang didn't have the determination to go forward at that time, and if he had the slightest hesitation in his heart, the spiritual energy could not be condensed into sword energy, and the result could only be failure.

Death does not mean death. After all, this cheap senior brother Feng Ye is not so cruel. If it really doesn't work, he will still make a move.

It's just that the result won't be as perfect as it is now. Fang Yangxiu showed his sword energy, but he didn't expose himself.

Perfect.Feng Ye thought happily.