Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

Then lend me your anger.

Transform into an invincible long blade!

Su Nan was immersed in a sea of ​​emotions, absorbing his anger. Gradually, his state of mind also began to change.

His originally calm and undisturbed state of mind was disturbed, and an intense and boundless anger rose from the bottom of his heart!

Like a raging tide, like thunder, like a raging fire.

Su Nan slowly extended his right hand.

"Emotions are the sword, and the power of all living beings is the sword."

"Sword...come."

……

Qingyun Mountain, Yunlu Academy.

The statue of the Second Sage suddenly trembled, and a surge of righteous energy soared into the sky.

A red wooden box hanging above the statue of the Second Saint trembled, as if something sealed inside was about to break free.

As the light flickered, Dean Zhao Shou appeared inside the temple, staring at the mahogany box with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Immediately afterwards, three beams of clear light flashed, and the three great Confucian scholars, Li Mubai, arrived to check the situation.

"What's going on? Why is the statue of the Second Saint moving...?"

Li Mubai's voice suddenly stopped. He stared at the mahogany box in disbelief and stammered, "What... what happened to it?"

Dean Zhao Shouyou said quietly, "Someone has stirred the power of all living beings, and it has been revived."

The three great scholars stared at Zhao Shou as if he were a madman.

Zhao Shou ignored them and bowed, saying, "Please be quiet, seniors."

The three Confucian scholars seemed to awaken from a dream, and bowed, saying, "Please be quiet, seniors."

The tremors of the rosewood box subsided and gradually returned to calm.

……

"It moved! Su Zhexian moved!"

"Look, he seems to have something in his hand!"

"That's a sword, a sword!"

"..."

A hoarse shout suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Su Nan stood on the stone steps for a long time without moving, clearly trapped in the formation.

But now, he has made a move!

Moreover, everyone could see that something seemed to be rapidly condensing and taking shape in Su Nan's right hand.

It was an illusory longsword, which was rapidly coalescing from the hilt to the blade and then to the tip!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, because Su Nan had finally taken action and was no longer immersed in pain, which reassured them.

It's good to take action; what's most frightening is losing without any resistance.

Wei Yuan was taken aback, somewhat puzzled by Su Nan's actions.

Not only him, but anyone who had any understanding of the Eight Sufferings Formation couldn't understand Su Nan's intentions.

The Eight Sufferings Formation is not an enemy; what use is drawing your sword?

Should I cut myself off?

High above, Emperor Yuanjing said in a deep voice, "Supervisor, is this the person you chose?"

In his view, Su Nan's behavior was no different from a cornered dog jumping over a wall.

"Your Majesty didn't sense anything?"

The supervisor looked at him, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment.

As the emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty, he was unable to perceive the flow and condensation of the power of all living beings.

How laughable, how tragic!

Biao Biao shouted loudly, "Mr. Su, draw your sword! Draw your sword!"

She had barely finished shouting when Consort Chen stopped her and scolded her, "You're making a racket; it's unbecoming."

"Why aren't you drawing your sword? Draw your sword now!"

At that moment, someone among the crowd on the outskirts shouted.

"Draw out the sword!"

Immediately, others echoed this sentiment.

More and more people joined in, and the shouts grew louder and louder until finally, the sound of swords being drawn filled the air.

"Draw your sword! Draw your sword!"

The sound was like a tide.

A wave of sound surged forth, bringing with it incredibly strong emotions from all living beings!

"The time has come!"

That sharp blade, formed from the combined power of all living beings, has arrived!

Therefore, Su Nan drew his sword!

Clang!

Suddenly, a blinding sword light burst forth from the peaceful Buddhist realm!

It is like the rising sun breaking through the darkness, like light cleaving through chaos.

This light does not represent the strength of southern Jiangsu, but rather the strength of thousands upon thousands of Beijing residents, a power of unity and concerted effort.

Click!

The stone tablet inscribed with "Eight Sufferings" was covered in cracks, and then shattered with a "bang".

Rumble!

The entire city of Foshan trembled at that moment, as if it were about to collapse.

This sword strike severed the Eight Sufferings Formation.

The power of the Eight Sufferings Formation originates from this Buddhist realm.

Therefore, this sword strike cuts through the power of this Buddhist realm.

"Kacha!"

Another crisp sound rang out, but this time it didn't come from Foshan; it came from outside.

Master Du'e looked down in astonishment and saw that the golden bowl had cracked open.

"The golden bowl is cracked! The golden bowl is cracked!"

She stood up with a scream, pointing at the golden bowl and stomping her feet.

The girl's screams echoed.

Upon hearing Biao Biao's shout, the dignitaries and nobles in the various pavilions subconsciously lowered their heads and looked at the golden bowl!

Sure enough, a crack appeared.

"What? The golden bowl is cracked?"

The common people and martial arts practitioners on the outskirts could not see the golden bowl, or could not see it clearly, and were extremely anxious, eager to verify it!

"Is it really cracked? Is the golden bowl really cracked? I can't see clearly."

The martial arts figures at the front stood on tiptoe, constantly shoving those around them to adjust their positions!

They finally saw the golden bowl beside the Arhat Du'e.

Upon closer inspection, a crack appeared on the surface of the golden bowl.

"It's really cracked, the golden bowl is really cracked."

Accompanied by this sound, a tidal wave of cheers erupted, one wave higher than the next.

"Stinky bald ass, aren't you very strong? Humph, do you really think that I, Dafeng, have no one?"

"Get back to the Western Regions. The capital is not a place for you to swagger around."

"You bald-headed thief, get back to the Western Regions!"

This was a truly bustling scene with thousands of people.

All eyes were on Su Nan.

From this day forward, the banished immortal will be a true banished immortal!

There were no further questions raised.

Having broken through the Eight Sufferings Formation, Su Nan looked towards the Bagua Platform of the Star Gazing Tower.

He seemed to see the supervisor, and the gratified smile on the supervisor's old face.

……

On the top of the observatory, Emperor Yuan Jing looked down at his people cheering and a smile appeared on his face.

"not bad!"

He praised her with satisfaction, and then asked, "Supervisor, what was that sword strike just now?"

How could southern Jiangsu possess such formidable strength?!

The supervisor completely ignored Emperor Yuanjing and took a sip of wine.

Inside the pavilion, Princess Pingyang pursed her lips, a barely suppressed smile on her face.

"I knew Brother Su would win!"