Chapter 146   Detachment, Who Isn't

The voice lingering between heaven and earth is very calm, with a bit of laziness and confidence in the calm.

That is self-confidence from the bottom of the heart, an absolute self-confidence possessed by a top powerhouse.

Fang Lang himself has such self-confidence, but it is not very strong, because Fang Lang has not really grown into a strong enough to be proud of one side.

Therefore, at this moment, it may not be Fang Lang who speaks!

As Fang Lang's words resounded, and as the five elders of Daozong were strangled to pieces in the lotus of sword energy, and reduced to a cloud of blood mist, the whole world seemed to fall into deathly silence .

The strong smell of blood seemed to be carried over by the night wind.

On the top of Tongtian Mountain, the old Taoist in front of the Dao Mausoleum couldn't help but froze slightly.

The five seventh-rank elders killed them without the power to fight back. It was as easy as killing five ants. This kind of shock and shock was a strong stimulus to all the disciples of the Daoist sect.

However, for the veteran Taoist who has set foot in the field of detachment, this is nothing. What the veteran Taoist Zhao Taifeng really cares about is the change in Fang Lang's temperament at this moment.

That temperament reminded Zhao Taifeng of that girl from before.

With a sword in hand, she seems to be a woman who can overlook the whole world.

The old Taoist standing on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering, and his strong spiritual thoughts like sticky pool water, controlled Chao Xiaojian, making it impossible for Chao Xiaojian to come to his aid, but it is not necessary now.

The old Taoist stared at Pianran in white, holding the lotus back sword, and Fang Lang, a lotus flower, was reflected in his pupils.

Vaguely, one could see a graceful figure wielding a sword behind Fang Lang, staring at him arrogantly and indifferently.

"Xuanyuan Taihua."

The old Taoist murmured.

Although he had been sleeping for hundreds of years, when Xuanyuan Taihua killed Daozong, defeated Zhao Longshi with a single sword, and inserted the Lianhui Sword in Dao Mausoleum, his spiritual thoughts faintly rippled.

It was a shame to be stabbed in the holy land of the sect with a sword. That time, he was almost born, but the sense of crisis brought about by being a detached powerhouse made him finally suppress that impulse , choose to continue sleeping.

Because he knew that if he was born that time, he might perish.

There will be a crisis of falling.

It wasn't Xuanyuan Taihua who brought it to him, but the Great Tang Emperor's capital... the iron law that hovered over everyone's heads!

The eyes of the old Taoist were flickering, this time...was it Xuanyuan Taihua and the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty plotting against him again?

For a dynasty, a strong man who transcends the realm is indeed an uncertain factor, because the Eight Dynasties Rebellion in the beginning was due to the strong man who transcended the realm.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty ruled the world, and naturally he wanted to put down the chaos of the Eight Dynasties. It is said that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty held the iron law and killed several superpowers!

He, Zhao Taifeng, chose to retreat, and even feigned death, sleeping for hundreds of years. As a result, the Emperor Tang still stared at them.

The old Taoist's clothes fluttered, and the expression on his face became more and more cruel.

And the young man walks through the air holding a sword, like a peerless immortal.

On the other side, the old Taoist no longer used his divine sense to suppress Chao Xiaojian, so Chao Xiaojian broke free from the restraints, staring at Fang Lang with a bit of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Is this... using the power of the senior sister in charge?"

"Senior Sect Leader really left an indelible spiritual imprint in the Lotus Sword!"

Chao Xiaojian's face was full of excitement.

And that sentence, bullying the ninth grade with detachment, this is very similar to the feeling of the senior sister in charge looking for him!

That familiar smell is back!

It seems that what Fang Lang said is correct, maybe together with the three swords of Lianshi, Lianlun, and Lianhui, they can really summon the senior sister in charge from the demon world!

"Da Dao Sect!"

Chao Xiaojian held the green steel sword, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.

A strong man who has transcended the realm is indeed strong. Chao Xiaojian, who has initially comprehended the sword intent of space, is no match for the veteran Taoist Zhao Taifeng.

This Zhao Taifeng was able to walk out of an alternative way of longevity by means of reincarnation and rebirth, which is indeed extraordinary and refined.

In the distance, the sea of ​​clouds surged.

The confrontation between Zhao Zhenshi and Huang Zhihe also stopped.

Huang Zhihe hung his sword in the sky in the sea of ​​clouds, and the old man's face also showed excitement. He stared at Fang Lang's figure with a complicated expression.

In his mind, the figure of that white-clothed Shengxue and peerless figure appeared in his mind.

A sigh touched his heart, and slowly spit it out from his mouth.

Zhao Zhenshi was terrified, and the five elders of Daozong went to capture Fang Lang under his order. They thought that without Huang Zhihe and Fang Lang, who was protected by Chao Xiaojian, they would surely be captured by them.

In the end, there was such an accident, the five elders of the seventh-rank heaven curse realm, just disappeared!

Zhao Zhenshi had lingering fears in his heart. If it was Zhao Zhenshi who went to catch Fang Lang just now, what would happen to him... Would he also disappear from the world like the five elders? !

Such means are definitely not in Fang Lang's possession.

It is impossible for Fang Lang, a young man of the third rank, to have such killing power.

Obviously, it should be Xuanyuan Taihua who killed the five elders!

It's the female sword fairy who defeated Zhao Longshi, the head of the Taoist sect!

However, at this moment, after being frightened, Zhao Zhenshi quickly came back to his senses, and his eyes flashed brightly.

Back then, the female sword fairy Xuanyuan Taihua came in person, defeated Zhao Longshi, and left a sword in the holy place of the Dao Sect, leaving the Dao Sect with a shame that could not be washed away for more than ten years.

Now that Xuanyuan Taihua has not come in person, is it necessary to leave a shame for Daoist sect?

Today's Daozong is not without resistance, because the first ancestor of Daozong was born, and this top powerhouse who transcended the realm appeared!

This is the confidence of the Daoist sect, and it is the confidence of his Zhao Zhenshi!

Zhao Zhenshi still doesn't believe it, Xuanyuan Taihua's real body has never come, so is it possible that the entire Daoist sect will be beaten in the face? !

"Old Ancestor!"

Zhao Zhenshi was suspended in the forbidden magic-level mountain protection array, and he opened his mouth to let out a mournful cry.

"He killed the five elders of the sect, and he must not be allowed to leave. Is it possible that the shame that Xuanyuan Taihua left on Daozong more than ten years ago will be reproduced today?"

"Ancestor, please take action and leave him alone!"

Zhao Zhenshi's mournful roar tore through the silence of the night.

Like a storm, it swept across the entire Tongtian Mountain.

The faces of Huang Zhihe and Chao Xiaojian suddenly became more and more ugly, this Zhao Zhenshi still refused to give up!

"You talk too much!"

With a sneer at Xiaojian, the green steel sword around him trembled for an instant, and the next moment, it seemed to turn into an extreme black line, spanning hundreds of meters in the air in an instant, approaching Zhao Zhenshi!

Zhao Zhenshi only felt his scalp go numb, and the moment he saw Chao Xiaojian attacking him, he also felt the danger of death!

This Chao Xiaojian is a ruthless person who dares to swing his sword at the transcendent strong!

The strength is extremely powerful, and he kills without blinking an eye. He slaughtered the entire Donglu Sword Sect. The name of the white-haired sword demon is still quite deterrent!

Zhao Zhenshi yelled sternly, rolled up the magic circle, the wind howled in the dark night, countless white mist swept in, and Zhao Zhenshi's body seemed to turn into a huge cloud lake!

Chao Xiaojian's face was cold and serious, with flying white hair.

"I can't deal with that old guy who has transcended the realm, and I can't deal with you Zhao Zhenshi?"

He almost raised the small sword, and in an instant, the green steel sword trembled violently, countless sword qi erupted from the green steel sword, and then entwined a huge sword shadow.

That giant sword stretched across the night sky, as if it could tear apart the entire sky!

He slashed down with a sword brazenly.

The Great Lake of Clouds and Qi covering Zhao Zhenshi's body was cut in half by a single sword!

A terrifying storm swept over, like a terrifying airflow, roaring and venting towards the sides!

Chao Xiaojian can't help Zhao Taifeng, a veteran who has transcended the realm, but he still has no problem fighting a Zhao Zhenshi who is worthy of fighting against the top nine ranks with the help of the forbidden spell formation!

Pooh!

That sword, like the scorching sun, released the ultimate brilliance, like a shooting star piercing the dark night sky. At the moment when it cut through the mountain guard formation, it also cut Zhao Zhenshi's spiritual thoughts a little, making Zhao Zhenshi's spiritual thoughts Wounded, pale, coughing up blood!

Holding the sword in the air, Chao Xiaojian slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air. The mastery of the spatial sword intent made Chao Xiaojian's cultivation level climb a lot again.

Even Huang Zhihe in the distance, his eyes tightened and he couldn't help admiring.

As expected, after Xuanyuan Taihua left, one person supported the entire Jianshu Sect's Chao Xiaojian.

On the other side, another battlefield.

Veteran Zhao Taifeng stood on the top of the mountain, with his hands behind his back, his face extremely serious.

Zhao Zhenshi said that he would fight, but Zhao Taifeng was hesitating in his heart. It is not easy to practice to transcend, and it is even more difficult to reincarnate and live for a thousand years.

The longer you live, the more you cherish your life.

The old Taoist's clothes fluttered, he ignored Zhao Zhenshi's shout, but turned his head, his eyes were deep, and the sky behind him seemed to have a pair of eyes slowly opened.

Eyes all over the sky!

This is a supernatural means, and it is a means that can only be mastered by the strong who have transcended the realm!

At this glance, it seems to be looking through thousands of miles away.

The old man saw the iron law floating above Chang'an City, that golden iron law, as if wrapped in golden blood.

Vaguely, the old Taoist seemed to see a pair of eyes looking at each other in the iron law!

With a tremor in his heart, the Tongtian Eye behind the old Taoist Zhao Taifeng burst and disappeared instantly.

And "Fang Lang", whose pupil had a lotus plant, held the lotus back sword, and also stopped in his tracks.

Taoist Zhao Taifeng suddenly laughed loudly on the top of the mountain.

Laughing out of breath.

"The old man saw it!"

"It's no wonder that the old man has vaguely shown the power of detachment, but the iron law that overwhelms the Tang Dynasty has never been killed, and the old man has never felt the boundless crisis in his heart!"

Zhao Taifeng smiled lightly.

"The old man still remembers that more than two hundred years ago, Emperor Tang held the iron law across the sky, cutting through the sky and the earth in an instant, sitting on the throne, overlooking the detachment, if the detachment resisted, the iron law suppressed it."

"Even those who are detached from the strong will be crushed by the iron law, and their spiritual will will be eliminated."

"But now, it seems that something is different."

Zhao Taifeng's eyes gradually darkened.

Staring at Fang Lang, he slowly said: "Or, Emperor Tang thought that relying on your girl's spiritual thoughts stored in the sword, and the thousand-year Dao Yun absorbed by the Lotus Sword, you can suppress the old man ?”

The old man's voice was not loud, but in the end, it sounded like Lei Gong roaring above the sky, exploding in every corner of the world.

Then, his divine sense that suppressed Chao Xiaojian before suddenly spread violently.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the old Daoist's aura began to become heavy, like a black cloud stacking the sky and the earth, constantly enveloping!

The aura of the old Taoist body was steady and peaceful, vast and extensive, like a bright and scorching sun hanging in the sky.

Vaguely, it seems to cause changes in the celestial phenomena in the interlacing of light and dark!

The old way is like climbing a ladder to heaven, climbing up the steps.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is a wind blowing, howling and fierce, flying sand and rocks, flying around like hidden weapons, but it is so calm that the old man's clothes and hair never fly.

In the void, Zhao Zhenshi, who had slashed with his sword, vomited blood and turned pale towards Xiaojian.

Huang Zhihe, who was holding a hammer with thousands of iron swords in his hand, also changed color.

It was an air that made their hearts palpitate and made them so depressed that it was hard to breathe.

Like a person, he can release a terrifying aura that changes the sky!

Chao Xiaojian stared at him even more. At this moment, Zhao Taifeng was completely different from the aura he faced with him before, as if he had completely released the shackles, unfettered, and transcended the world!

This is... detachment!

Detached from the world, every move can cause the world to change color!

A lotus grew in Fang Lang's pupils, standing silently, completely different from the aura of the old Taoist who rose from the ground, like the general trend of the world.

Fang Lang at this moment is as ordinary as a leaf of duckweed that sets off a huge wave!

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Fang Lang sat cross-legged, with his head raised, he could clearly see the battle outside.

The Lianhui Sword absorbs the power of the Dao Mausoleum's thousand-year-old Dao Yun, and at this moment, it pours into Fang Lang's body crazily, as if turning into a star-like dense fog, which makes Fang Lang's strength soar for an instant .

At this moment, it is not Fang Lang who is controlling the sword, but this lotus sword is controlling Fang Lang.

However, Fang Lang could still feel the strength of that power, it was the arrogance of wanting to compete with the God of Heaven!

This is Fang Lang. If it was an ordinary person who suddenly felt such a powerful force, he would have been disturbed by the impact long ago.

But Fang Lang is different. Fang Lang often uses borrow cards, and he is very adaptable to the power of skyrocketing.

However, the old Taoist who stepped up from the top of the Dao Mausoleum and ascended to the sky is also extremely powerful.

"Wanderer, watch carefully and study hard."

"What is time sword intent?"

A tranquil voice resounded in Fang Lang's mind.

Then, in the night sky, Fang Lang, who was suppressed by the old Taoist Zhao Taifeng's detached breath and seemed immobile, moved.

He raised the sword in his hand, and the powerful background in Lianhui sword was released like flowing water.

But Fang Lang threw a sword at the old Taoist who was suspended in the air and caused the changes in the sky.

The lotus back sword shot out, Fang Lang raised his hand, like pinching the lotus seal, and tapped on the hilt of the sword!

Afterwards, Lian Huijian shot out suddenly!

Zhao Taifeng was suspended in the air, with a serious look on his face.

"You girl, you are as rampant as ever. If you come here in person, the old man will still be afraid, but a ray of divine sense hidden in the sword dares to be so presumptuous!"

"Believer detachment, there is a price to pay!"

Zhao Taifeng's divine sense swept across, and then he clenched a fist in the void.

Behind him, hundreds of ups and downs suddenly rose up, and the power surged out of the formations gathered in one punch.

It was like countless rockets gushing out, advancing the punch.

A burst of power powerful enough to shatter the sky.

hum...

Everyone can only feel the blazing light in front of them, hundreds of ups and downs, forming giants, standing like gods.

With a punch, it seemed that there was a momentum of landslides and earth cracks!

And the night sky.

The Lianhui sword that Fang Lang tapped out flew out at a not-so-fast speed, and punched the god formed by the huge magic circle, facing each other from a distance.

The two shocking attacks are constantly approaching, approaching...

Suddenly.

A sword collided with that fist.

A gushing sword intent seemed to overflow from the Lianhui sword, sweeping across the sky.

Afterwards, Zhao Taifeng's punch was retracted like going back in time, retracting...

The hundreds of magic formations behind him were also slashed with a single sword, back to the point where they had just been condensed and ready to go.

Time went back to the moment before Zhao Taifeng punched.

But Lian Huijian's speed skyrocketed.

In an instant, a white light was pulled out in the dark night!

When the old Taoist Zhao Taifeng's pupils were constricted, and before he could swing his fist, he shot towards his heart, wanting to penetrate his heart and come out through his body.

Zhao Taifeng turned his fist into a palm, and that punch suddenly turned into a palm to grab the sharp blade of Lian Huijian.

The sharp sword energy split Zhao Taifeng's palm, and blood flowed down the sword.

And in the void.

Fang Lang, who had a lotus in his pupils, was hunting in white, suspended in the air, and opened his mouth lightly.

"Detachment, who is not?"

Then, the slender fingers suddenly clenched together.

The lotus sword held by Zhao Taifeng suddenly turned at high speed, and the palm of Zhao Taifeng's holding the sword exploded in an instant, blood and flesh splashed, and the blood thrown out seemed like a bloody lotus flower blooming in the night sky.