Thousand silk threads.

Henghua hooked lightly, his black hair hanging down toward the wind.

"Third brother, catch it."

Xiang Feng stretched out his hand and held Qingsi. The cyan aura silk thread was like a solid substance, wrapping around his arm and pulling it into the air.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiang Feng struck back with his sword.

"The waning moon."

The wind compressed and shot out quickly like a waning moon, completely blowing up the immovable reef.

"Well, this sword has some heat. The sword energy is condensed into substance, and the Waning Moon Sword Style has its first appearance."

The "Tianfeng Sword Sutra" repaired by Henghua has three sword styles: "waning moon", "broken flower" and "blowing snow".

He originally thought that it would take several months for Fu Xiangfeng to master the Three Swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that he could master it in just a few days.

After standing firm and regaining his breath, Xiang Fengfang had enough energy to laugh: "Your air control skills are not bad either."

"The Fu family, if you can't even play Yufeng Soaring well, how can you afford the bamboo-board meals you had when you were a kid?"

Heng Hua held Xiang Feng's shoulder with one hand and used the "Scorching Fire Palm" with the other hand.

At this time, support from Xiaoyu and Hengshou arrived from a distance.

Xiaoyu followed Henghua's instructions and spread ice on the water.

The burning palm blasted away the ice.

There was a roar, the ice exploded, and ice shards and frost flew all over the sky.

Along with the wind of Hengshou's fist from a distance, ice and frost drifted towards the old man in black.

"Ice Condensation Curse."

Henghua dispersed the burning palm, closed his left hand, and chanted the incantation again, transforming the true energy of creation into the cold attribute. The ice flying in the air turned into tiny flying needles.

Fu Xiangfeng's eyes lit up and he used another sword again.

Blowing snow.

The cold wind blows, like a snow scene in the middle of winter.

Flying needles filled the sky and shot at the old man from all directions.

"Youtian Black Flame!" The old man raised his breath and spit out a ball of real fire.

The flames were like a horse, galloping around twice, vaporizing all the ice needles.

True fire realm?

Henghua's eyes were clear, and he took this opportunity to lift Fu Xiangfeng, tap the water a few times, and return to Cailuan Lingfang.

"Third brother, can I still fight?"

"I was just unprepared and suffered a small loss. Now that I know it's him, there's no problem."

"Who is this person?"

"His name is Mo Xu. Half a year ago, I rescued a spiritual bird with phoenix blood and dealt with him."

"So, he is seeking revenge? Besides him, what kind of puppets are there?"

Henghua watched the old man cast a spell, the black mist dispelled the golden bell spell, and rescued the three damaged blue-robed puppets.

"He is a companion. He is a Yanshi, but I have never seen him in person."

Xiang Feng originally thought that the puppet master was hiding in a certain puppet. But just now the heads of the three puppets were smashed, and there was no trace of that person.

You can't, that's a dwarf, right?

"Xiao Liu'er, do you think he will be nearby? In puppetry, the master must be nearby, right?"

"That person should have used a puppet insect to control it from thousands of miles away, like a second soul. When you asked me about the puppet line last time, was it because of him?"

"Yes, these puppets are difficult to deal with. They are invulnerable to water, fire, and weapons. You first take Hengshou and Xiaoyu to hide in the boat. Wait until I deal with this old thief, and then I will come over to help you."

"No, I know how to deal with these things. They are invulnerable to water and fire, but they are not strong enough. They are invulnerable to weapons, but the weapons are not sharp enough."

The three headless puppets surrounded them again, and Henghua faced them head-on, with a feather fan in his hand.

In addition, he also gave instructions to Xiangfeng and Hengshou.

"Hengshou, you and third brother deal with that old man. His technique to control Wuyin Xuansha should be related to the demon sect. The demon outside the body may also have poisonous miasma. Take the detoxification and obstacle avoidance pill before getting close."

"Hengshou uses the Heavenly Fire Palm. Third brother, you use the Samadhi True Fire attached to the flying sword to attack."

Henghua waved his feather fan, and a raging flame ignited in the water vapor in the sky. Three green-robed puppets surrounded it.

Xuanhuo Bird Feather Fan, a spiritual weapon of the Fu family, is good at controlling the essence of Lihuo.

It is said that the five long red feathers interspersed among the eighteen golden feathers are the tail feathers of the sacred bird Suzaku.

Another blow, and the fire burst out, and the puppet was instantly wiped out.

"Certainly."

Henghua used the "body-holding technique" and then used black silk to float in the air to surround the black beetle that escaped from the fire.

"It is indeed a puppet insect. Your Excellency used demonic insects to lurk in the monk puppets. Do you really think I didn't notice it?"

The true energy of creation was breathed out, and thousands of silk threads strangled the demonic insects.

"Master Yan, make good use of the puppet silk method. What do you think of the Qianwansi below?"

In secret, Henghua cast another spell.

…

Thousands of miles away, an old man with disheveled hair sitting on a rock coughed up blood.

"Damn it! I met a fellow traveler?"

The old man felt heartbroken when he thought that the puppet insect he had been cultivating for hundreds of years was gone.

And at the last moment when Qianwansi destroyed the puppet insect, there was a strange puppet method coming along the silk thread.

The old man was shocked: "Retrograde soul-stealing technique? What an insidious boy, this is going to cost me my life!"

Yan Qianyu sprayed three streams of essence and blood in succession. When Henghua's puppet technique came in reverse and attempted to liberate all the puppets under his control, he used the magic power contained in the essence and blood to eliminate it.

After doing all this, Yan Qianyu's face turned gloomy.

The loss was huge. In order to help that old guy Mo Xu, I had to pay for a puppet insect and a set of crab slaves. Not to mention, my own vitality was greatly damaged and I needed to stay in seclusion for three months.

"Damn it, Mo Xu, why don't you compensate me well——"

Suddenly, Yan Qianyu's expression changed again. He took out Mo Xu's jade token, only to see that the jade token was shattered and the old man in black, Mo Xu, was dead.

…

"Hmm... Master Yan, who is in the foundation building realm, has about three levels of foundation building? But his energy and blood are withered, so he should not live long."

After the monks build the foundation, their life span will increase to 500 years. When the Samadhi True Fire is refined, they can add another 200 years to their lives. When the time comes to reconcile Kanli and return the elixir to the jade liquid, they can add another 300 years to their lifespan.

It is precisely because of these three lifespan increases that the nine levels of foundation building are subdivided into three smaller realms: foundation building, true fire, and mysterious embryo.

Henghua looked into the distance and used Taixuanzong's "Inspiration and Mysterious Technique".

With the blessing of the secret method, Henghua drove the monkey mind to connect with the world and sense the subtle changes in the mind.

"Four hundred and seventy, no, four hundred and eighty years old? There are still a few decades left. I'm afraid I won't have time to seek revenge on my brother."

He turned and looked towards the old man in black.

The old man and the current Xiang Feng were both at the True Fire Realm. But the old man couldn't beat Xiang Feng in the foundation building stage at the beginning, and he couldn't beat him now.

Not to mention that Hengshou was supporting him from the side. He was dwarfed by Xiang Feng in just a few moves and was killed by Xiang Feng with a sword.

Seeing the old man's head separated, Henghua was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: "To be honest, I have never killed anyone in my life."

The corpse floated on the water and cast a "Corpse Transformation Curse" into the wind.

In the dark light, the corpse turned into powder and dispersed in the wind.

"Henghua, how about my sword 'Broken Flower'?"

The broken flower is a sure-kill sword in the "Tianfeng Sword Sutra".

When the sword comes out, there will be blood.

"It's just so so, not as good as Liu Hui."

…

Yanshi Yan Qianyu noticed that his companion was dead and quickly took out the jade order to contact other comrades.

"Our side failed to stop Fu Xiangfeng. If you are free at Xuanxin Altar, please come with a few more people."

"No time, we are preparing to blockade Panlong Island. If you are free, come here first." The person opposite the jade plaque responded, "Fu Xiangfeng doesn't matter? As long as Fu Danwei is gone, Baihuangtang is not open to anyone.

Kneading?”
To be continued...