Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 375 – If you anger me, you’ll die here!

Chapter 375 – If you anger me, you’ll die here!

Meng Fan could underestimate Wu Xingxing, but he shouldn't underestimate the Summoning God Realm.

No matter how weak Wu Xingxing was, he was still a cultivator at the Summoning God Realm.

The strength of the Summoning God Realm compared to the Condensation Pill Realm lay in the transformation of Divine Sense.

Meng Fan had underestimated the power of Wu Xingxing's Divine Sense. Trying to snatch the long sword from Wu Xingxing's hand was more difficult than he had imagined!

At this moment, above Meng Fan and Wu Xingxing, a long sword hovered in mid-air, swaying left and right, its blade trembling.

"Heh." Meng Fan shook his head with a bitter smile.

Compared to Meng Fan, Wu Xingxing was even more thoroughly shocked.

The kid opposite him actually wanted to reverse control his own long sword.

What kind of devilish operation was this?

The sword he had slashed out, he couldn't control it himself, and it almost got taken over by someone else.

This was too outrageous!

Wu Xingxing's heart trembled. If the guy opposite really managed to snatch his sword and then use it to attack him, he would be utterly defeated, a complete disaster.

No way.

He absolutely couldn't be such a waste!

Wu Xingxing's eyes bulged, veins popping on his forehead. He poured all his Divine Sense into controlling the long sword, trying to make it continue slashing towards Meng Fan.

Meng Fan's eyebrows slightly raised. He clearly felt the resistance from the long sword growing stronger and stronger, making it increasingly difficult for him to control it.

If this continued, he would definitely be the one pushed out.

To be honest, Meng Fan's Divine Sense was stronger than other cultivators of the same realm, but compared to the Summoning God Realm, there was still a gap.

After all, just from the name "Summoning God," one could feel its enhancement to Divine Sense and Divine Soul.

Although Meng Fan had comprehended a technique called "Fu Xi's Visualization Techniques" through the divine artifact Fuxi's Sword of Shu Mountain, it had not made any substantial breakthrough. Trying to surpass the Summoning God Realm was still somewhat challenging.

"Heh, as expected, even the weakest cultivator at the Summoning God Realm has their merits. In that case, I'll switch swords."

Meng Fan's face showed a hint of a cold smile as he waved his hand, and the Black Jade Sword unsheathed.

Originally, he wanted to show off the Hong Qi Sword, but now he had a strong dislike for the Wu family, so he decided to use the Black Jade Sword again.

He raised his hand.

[Myriad Swords Art]

You have one sword, I have a thousand!

As soon as the Myriad Swords Art was unleashed, thousands of Sword Qi appeared in the void.

This Sword Qi was very singular, all of the same type, completely different from the myriad types of Sword Qi in Myriad Swords As One.

Since mastering Myriad Swords As One, Meng Fan rarely used the Myriad Swords Art.

Because, to put it bluntly, Myriad Swords As One could be considered an upgraded version of the Myriad Swords Art, with much greater power.

But at this moment, facing Wu Xingxing, especially in his current state, there was no need to use Myriad Swords As One.

Moreover, if he used Myriad Swords As One here, the entire inn would be reduced to rubble.

If the inn was destroyed, it was fine; the Wu family could compensate for it.

But with so many people around, using Myriad Swords As One would inevitably cause collateral damage, even accidental deaths!

This was something Meng Fan could not accept.

Not to mention he was a disciple of Shu Mountain, even if he were a disciple of the Demon Sect, he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Bang, bang, bang~~~~~~~"

As the Myriad Swords Art was unleashed, countless Sword Qi slashed at Wu Xingxing.

Although most of the Sword Qi was dissolved by Wu Xingxing's protective True Essence, some still slashed at him.

Though not riddled with holes, he was at least covered in wounds.

Meng Fan's Myriad Swords Art was, after all, at the Sword Soul level.

And Wu Xingxing, despite being a cultivator at the second level of the Summoning God Realm, still found the Sword Soul something to be admired from a distance, not to be trifled with.

In comparison, Wu Tian, who had mastered the Sword Soul before reaching the Condensation Pill Realm, was indeed far superior to the Wu family by hundreds of streets.

Of course, this also highlighted the gap between the Wu family and first-class clans!

"Clang..." The long sword above Meng Fan and Wu Xingxing's heads fell to the ground.

It was just a Spiritual Sword. To be honest, Meng Fan didn't even bother to pick it up.

But to Wu Xingxing, it was a precious treasure!

He shakily picked up the sword and held it protectively in his arms.

Meng Fan felt nothing seeing Wu Xingxing covered in wounds and blood.

But seeing Wu Xingxing holding the Spiritual Sword like that, he genuinely felt a bit sorry for the guy.

It was just a Spiritual Sword, was it really necessary to cherish and protect it so much?

If it fell to the ground, Meng Fan really wouldn't bother to pick it up.

"Get lost!" Meng Fan said to Wu Xingxing.

Wu Xingxing looked up, ready to say something, but Meng Fan cut him off directly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't say another word. Otherwise, if you anger me, you'll die here!"

Meng Fan wasn't joking. Although he was usually gentle and refined, he had no qualms about being ruthless to those who dared to attack him.

After all, he had the backing of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, while Wu Xingxing only had the Wu family.

Given the chance to bully someone with his power, he was quite willing.

Wu Xingxing opened his mouth but said nothing in the end. He obediently went downstairs, dragging Wu Yifan with him.

[Lost both the lady and the soldiers]

This was his truest feeling at the moment.

The reason he had come with Wu Yifan was to help him compete for a spot in the ancestral land.

Now that Wu Yifan was completely crippled, even if he got the spot, he couldn't go.

"Sigh..."

Wu Xingxing sighed, dragging Wu Yifan back to the Wu family.

Though he was covered in wounds and looked extremely miserable, he wasn't seriously injured, unlike the completely crippled Wu Yifan.

In this state, taking Wu Yifan back to the Wu family was naturally an easy task.

It was worth mentioning that Wu Yifan had already fallen unconscious.

It was uncertain whether he would wake up.

"Senior Brother Meng, are you alright?" Lin Feiyan walked up to Meng Fan, asking cautiously.

She had been tense the whole time, ready to take action.

The sword talisman in her hand was soaked with sweat, but even if it was wet, it wouldn't affect its use.

"I'm fine!" Meng Fan smiled.

To be honest, even after fighting a cultivator at the second level of the Summoning God Realm, he didn't feel the slightest bit tired.

It was extremely easy!

He had a general understanding of the cultivators from aristocratic families.

No wonder these families liked to send their people to the major clans, because they really couldn't compare!

"Senior Brother Meng, what realm were those two in? I almost activated a sword talisman my grandfather gave me," Lin Feiyan asked curiously.