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Seeing the appearance of the nameless friend of the Worthy Master, the Sword Master immediately threw Wang Zongzhi aside. (Like this book, please collect biquge.info) to ask about the whereabouts of the nameless.

Purely in terms of martial arts, Wang Zongchao is certainly a famous opponent, but Wang Zongchao is not a swordsman after all, the two of them had a little competition before, and the sword saint could already sense that Wang Zongchao's sword intent was extremely weak, so the attraction was naturally far less than the Heavenly Sword Nameless, which he had been bent on fighting and winning for decades. Moreover, the Sword Master is now almost in a dying state, death may come at any time, and he can't care about wasting useless time, which shows that he can't wait.

However, the Sword Master didn't seem to realize that his actions could be called an insult to Wang Zongchao.

Although this old man is now seven or eight years old, because he has been immersed in kendo all his life, he can be called a mess in terms of human feelings.

However, since Wang Zongchao could understand, he didn't care about it, stepped aside, and waited for the Sword Saint to finish cooking. He also smiled at him, as if he admired his approach.

Later, he persuaded the Sword Saint: "Life is short, so some people know the world early and stay out of the way: some people try their best to chase fame and fortune, and finally bury their bones in the barren grave." Why are you waiting for a dead person to come and duel you?"

Cultivating to the realm of the Sword Saint, he has already sensed in the dark, and the Saint knows that he is nameless and not dead, and his face sank when he heard the words: "The old man's time is short, and he has no intention of listening to Buddhism!" At the same time as he spoke, the sword aura on his body was almost true, and he decided to ask with a sword.

He didn't raise his hand, just a glance, and in an instant, the air flow around him had changed, as if countless wind blades had been born out of nowhere, cutting through the air and making a sneering sound, coming from all directions, slashing towards the center along a strange, invisible trajectory.

Under the invasion of the sword qi in the sky, the clothes that were not empty were suddenly cut and pierced through countless small wounds, but none of them oozed blood. The Sword Saint was only intended to intimidate, but this sword power of killing intent like a thousand blades was enough to make ordinary masters collapse.

But it is not false and not an ordinary person, his eyes are still calm and peaceful, and he continues to say warmly: "The momentum cannot be exhausted, the words cannot be exhausted, the blessings cannot be enjoyed, the rules cannot be exhausted, everything is too exhausted, and fate is bound to end sooner......"

knew that the exhortation to the Sword Saint would only be to play the piano to the cow, but Wang Zongchao still listened carefully to what he said, "There is not a word missing." It is true that "inexhaustible" is obviously the philosophy of life he follows, and it is also the core concept of his martial arts mysteries" and the "Immortal Seal Method" seems to be mutually corroborative. After learning martial arts to a certain level, the trick skills and luck methods are only the ends, but the philosophical concept is the most important.

"Phew, I want my Sword Saint to retire for half of my life, who will give me the slightest care? I have nothing in this life, and the afterglow will surely bloom to the fullest light!" In the angry roar, the Sword Saint finally summoned, and the "Sword Three" became a sword for a while, and the three extinction sword forces were directly killed.

The figure of the void danced rapidly, the monk's robe was flying, and the weeds around him were not raised, enveloping him in the core, but he himself was not touched, and the sword momentum of the sword saint encountered this whirling force around the body, and immediately detoured and dissolved the invisible. However, the figure of the void also withdrew a few feet away with the sword momentum.

Knowing that it was true that he was performing the "Recipe for Karma Transformation", which was similar to "The Great Shift of Qiankun" and "The Immortal Seal Method", Wang Zongchao paid full attention, carefully examined it, and did not let go of a single detail.

He can perceive that he is already a congenital master, and although his internal strength is not as good as the Sword Saint in his heyday, he also has the initial stage of the Five Heavens of Ice and Fire, and with the subtlety of the "Cause and Effect Transformation Technique", "It is not easy for the Sword Saint to take him down."

It was not a clever response, but the Sword Master was even more displeased, and sneered: "1 Bu changed jobs, just a shallow skin, and there was no need to be more lethal" The big change of jobs, and also attacked me" clearly look down on the old man!"

After that, the sword qi was ten times better, and for a while, the branches dozens of zhang away were also swayed by the jidàng in the wind, making a crisp sound, as if countless sharp swords were colliding sonorously. For a while, everything was a sword, and countless weeds and leaves were even more urged by the sword intent, turning into surging blue waves, like ten thousand swords piercing through the heart.

This kind of sword momentum may still be able to deal with it, but the sword saint's current sword power is so wide that it has suddenly shrouded the tomb of the nameless beloved wife, and it is not false and forced to retreat by the previous sword, and now it is too late to return to protect the tomb, and it is about to destroy the tomb, so that the bones of the dead in the tomb are gone.

It seems that the Sword Master has decided to destroy the tomb of his nameless beloved wife, forcing Nameless to show up and fight him to the death.

At this moment, a white light burst through the sky like a meteor outside the sky, standing straight in front of the tomb. The sword wave sent by the Sword Master was cut off at once, and the tomb of the nameless beloved wife was undamaged.

When I looked at it intently, I saw that the white line was an ancient sword stuck vertically on the ground, which did not look as bright as autumn water, and even the blade of the sword was not very sharp, and the appearance was ordinary and simple. But when I looked closely, I saw that this sword was straight throughout, without a trace of arc, standing on the ground, not trembling, rather bending than bending, just like a ruler that measured the hearts of the people of heaven and the people. It's ordinary, it's hot.

"Hero Sword, Nameless, you're finally here?" Sword Saint Fang was overjoyed. I heard a young man's clear voice coming: "My master and mother are in the place of pure spirits, please do not disturb it." ”

A young man in a white robe floated with him, only to see that this person was about twenty-six years old, with clear eyebrows, a gentle and elegant appearance, and a strong and unswerving spirit between his eyebrows.

"Junior, Jian Chen, meet the two seniors, and that brother. The young man saluted the three people in the field one by one, and the salute was thoughtful for several years, without a trace of slackness. However, Wang Zongchao could still feel a faint arrogance in the young man.

Are you an unknown heir?

The Sword Saint was slightly disappointed when he saw the young man Jian Chen, but he still asked: "The Hero Sword is only worthy of the heroes of the world, and the sword is passed on to you without a name, your swordsmanship cultivation must have reached the realm of perfection, right?"

"Don't dare to be a ......" Jian Chen held his sword as a salute.

"Okay, let the old man try your inexplicable swordsmanship!" The sword master didn't say much, and immediately sent the sword, he could no longer bear the exuberant fighting intent in his heart!

"The juniors are offended. Jian Chen didn't shirk either, and met him with a heroic sword in his hand. At one time, there are two swordsmen, one old and one young, one with a sword and the other with a divine soldier, the figures are staggered, and the sword aura is vertical and horizontal.

"It turns out that Jian Chen has also reached the innate primary level" Wang Zongchao watched from the sidelines, knowing that Jian Chen really deserves to be a famous teacher, among the younger generation, the internal strength alone is much stronger than Bu Jingyun, Dugu Ming and others who can only reach the peak of the day after tomorrow, and the essence of sword movement, the wonder of swordsmanship is even more blameless, and it can be called flawless. Compared with the sharp and straightforward sword technique of the Sword Saint, although the lethality of Jian Chen's sword technique is not strong, it often turns decay into magic in the plain, and disintegrates the Sword Saint's advance moves.

But Wang Zongchao could still feel that the traces of imitation in his swordsmanship were too heavy. Just as a person has copied Wang Xizhi's calligraphy all his life, even if the imitation is to the point where it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity, it cannot be said that his calligraphy has reached the realm of calligraphy, because imitation is only imitation after all.

Jian Chen's sword intent is indifferent and detached, and he often does not compete for victory between moves, but only seeks peace. However, this kind of sword intent is obviously not possessed by a young man with strong blood, but belongs to middle-aged and elderly people who have seen through the world.

In fact, his master Nameless Dangdong also has a youthful spirit, and when he was happy to enmity and revenge, he once challenged the world with a sword, the sword was ruthless, domineering and took his life, and he formed countless grudges in the rivers and lakes, and even killed the heads of the ten major martial arts sects at that time to either death or injury. In the end, he was poisoned because of his heavy grudge. Nameless only then did he regret that he was too sharp at the beginning, and since then he has returned to seclusion and is indifferent to the world.

Without this unforgettable personal experience and tribulation, but he prefers to be indifferent, Jian Chen's swordsmanship shows too many traces of axe chisel, and he should not be the opponent of the Sword Saint. But the Sword Saint obviously didn't want to overwhelm his opponent with internal force or sword intent, what he wanted to win was not Jian Chen, but the nameless inexplicable swordsmanship. Therefore, he was deliberately curbing his internal sword intent, lowering Yiqiē to the point of equality with his opponent, and fighting sword moves purely with sword moves. Because of this, Jian Chen was able to fight with the Sword Saint and couldn't tell the winner in a short time, because it was no longer a matchup of life and death, but more like a chess game.

"It seems that the donor is also a martial artist......" Just as Wang Zongchao was watching the battle intently, he also stepped forward to talk to him. In the brief confrontation between Wang Zongchao and the Sword Saint before, it was true that his strength was unfathomable, and the martial arts fist intent also seemed to be biased towards lore and ruthlessness, and he couldn't help but move the idea of persuasion and guidance.

Wang Zongchao knew it, and his eyes still did not leave the sword fight in the field, but he just smiled and said: "In Xia, the little-known people of the mountain and wild villages, if they are successful in practicing martial arts, they naturally want to walk the rivers and lakes, and challenge the masters of various sects and factions to break into the next world. ”

The donor is also young and vigorous, which reminds the poor monk of a good friend. He was also amazing and brilliant back then, and he defeated countless masters at the age of nineteen, declaring that "he is a monk who can speak well, and naturally knows that empty reasoning is difficult to convince people, so he timely cites an unknown example of the year as an admonition."

After hearing this, Wang Zongchao nodded and said: "Everything is too much, in my opinion, this friend of the master has always acted too much! The great husband walks between heaven and earth, does not do something, and must do something! How can there be a reason that if there is one thing, he will do it all, and if he abandons it, he will abandon it all? Such behavior and handling things cannot be said to be heroic!"

It was the first time he heard that the master of the heroic sword was called "not a hero", even though he was very well cultivated, his tone couldn't help but bring a trace of displeasure: "The donor's words are wrong, but I don't know that when the Dongying people annexed the Central Plains, the overlord led five thousand elites to cross the sea to attack. Although my friend has been in the world for many years, he still resolutely took action, guarding the Shanhaiguan alone, for a day and a night, none of the 5,000 Dongying people could enter the city half a step, but no one was killed, and finally retreated, avoiding a catastrophe of swords and soldiers that plagued the two places of Shenzhou and Dongying, and the merit was immeasurable. How can you not be considered a hero if you act like this?"

Wang Zongchao looked up to the sky and smiled when he heard this: "If this friend of the master hadn't defeated the ten major sects before, countless elders in charge would have been killed or injured, causing the martial arts of the Central Plains to be depressed for a while, why should he have one person and one sword to guard the Shanhaiguan? It's ridiculous that he has shown mercy to the Dongying people's subordinates, the strength of the Dongying people is undamaged, and the ambition is naturally not damaged at all, one day, he will definitely make a comeback, and the future troubles will be endless!

If it were me, for people of the same clan and race, my subordinates would have a glimmer of life, and at least, they would not teach the Central Plains martial arts lineage to wither because of me. But if it is an outsider with wolf ambitions, if you come to one, I will kill one person, come a pair, kill a pair, and there is absolutely no reason to let the tiger return to the mountain! I would rather teach the blood of the tiger and wolf generation to run out, and do not tire our compatriots to shed tears!"

Between the words, Wang Zongchao's murderous aura overflowed slightly, although it was fleeting, almost imperceptible. However, with a good sense of meditation, he could feel the majestic and sinister of ten thousand armies and ambushes on all sides for a moment, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart, so he had to sigh: "Blood for blood, killing for killing, when will the revenge be stopped?"

While they were talking, the Sword Saint and Jian Chen had already decided the winner. I saw that Jian Chen's white robe was scarred up and down, but it was basically not critical. The sword master was uninjured, but his right shoulder was stabbed by the heroic sword, and his right arm was temporarily weakly drooping.

The Sword Saint was defeated for the second time in his life, and his expression was even more cheeky, he knew that he was just a sword move that was broken, if he really fought with his life, "The sword cultivation is far higher than Jian Chen, and he will definitely be the one who survives in the end." But since Jian Chen was able to break his sword moves, it also proved that Nameless could still defeat him.

And the victorious Jian Chen sincerely comforted: "Being able to break the sword moves of the predecessors is not something that the younger generations can do, but a style of the family teacher" is not known, and it is just the pinnacle of wonder. ”

The Sword Saint's voice was slightly hoarse, and he was even more old: "Impossible, after I realized the sword twenty-two, except for the battle just now, I never used it, how could I predict it without a name?"

Jian Chen Wen Yan explained: "The family teacher competed with his predecessors back then, and it is known that the changes in sword twenty-one are not exhausted, and there must be the creativity of sword twenty-two!"

His entry into the country for decades was all in the hands of his old opponents. When the Sword Saint heard this, he knew that he had completely lost.

Jian Chen continued to comfort: "In order to break the sword twenty-two of Qianxin, the family teacher has been thinking about it for many years, and then he came up with a way to crack it. ”

The Sword Saint's face was slightly soothed when he heard this, and he heard Jian Chen say again: "But if the seniors can use the sword twenty-three just now, the juniors will definitely be defeated!

"Sword twenty-three?" Hearing this, the Sword Saint's face changed again, and he looked up at the sky. He dedicated his life to the way of the sword, and always thought that the twenty-second sword was already the pinnacle of "no matter how difficult it is." Now that he was broken by Jian Chen's words, he unexpectedly felt that the swordsmanship life that had been like a remnant of light was blooming again.

No, but he frowned when he heard it, he was originally frustrated after seeing the Sword Saint defeated, and was about to continue to persuade him to go into hiding, "Spend the rest of his life in peace, but he didn't expect Jian Chen's words to make him ambitious again."

Sure enough, the sword intent of the Sword Saint's eyes was reborn, "Straight to Wang Zongchao:, "You junior dares to speak out, but it is very much in line with the old man's appetite." If the battle is over, let's continue!"

It turned out that when he was fighting swords before, the Sword Saint still heard Wang Zongchao's answer with him clearly, but Jian Chen didn't have this ability, otherwise he would have to have a fight with Wang Zongchao when he heard Wang Zongchao's criticism.

But Wang Zongchao shook his head: "The predecessors of the right talent have been wasted a lot, and there are sword wounds on their bodies, and it is unfair to fight again." I heard that my predecessors had agreed with the World Association to fight a decisive battle in four days, so in order not to make the seniors miss the appointment, it is better for me to defeat the heroes first. Four days later, when the seniors came to the world, they would change to me. ”

Xiongba is the overlord of today's martial arts, but Wang Zongchao doesn't seem to take him in his eyes, and he will be defeated if he is defeated.

Jian Chenshi is famous, and he has just defeated the Sword Saint with his nameless move, but he didn't dare to say that he would win, and he suddenly felt a little strange when he heard the words.

It is not vain to bow your head and chant the Buddha. The Sword Master nodded disapprovingly and said, "Okay, after four days, there will be no fighting!"

"Three days later, I hope to be able to sword twenty-three for a while!" Wang Zongchao's flat tone could not hide the blazing battle intent like lava.

Jian Chen sighed and said, "Before that, there is one more person in the senior who must be seen."

After the sword saint left with Jian Chen, Wang Zongchao talked with him for a while, but he still intended to persuade him, but Wang Zongchao took the opportunity to consult some Buddhist and martial arts theories of "Nirvana Dry Zen" and "Immortal Seal Method", which made Wuxu benefit a lot unknowingly, and they did not leave until the moon was bright and the stars were thin.

As soon as Wang Zongchao came down the mountain alone, he saw a woman in a blue and green dress floating over, with no trace of grass under her feet, her clothes were in the wind, and her demeanor was like a fairy, but it was Qin Yuyu who came.

Wang Zongchao noticed that Qin Yuyu had a happy face, and he did not have Yamato Shou in his hand, but an ancient sword with a green hilt, and a strange red turnip appeared in the scabbard.

"Is it the Firescale Sword?"

Qin Yuyu laughed and said, "Yes, just as you were cooking those three guys, I happened to meet the broken wave who took out the Fire Scale Sword from the Lingyun Cave. That kid wasn't my match, so the Firescale Sword fell into my hands. Chu Xuan asked you to take a closer look and speculate on the strength of the Fire Qilin. ”

"Okay, show me it." ”

Wang Zongchao took the fire-scale sword, drew the sword out of its sheath, and suddenly the red light was dazzling, dazzling and blind. Although Wang Zongchao's eyes didn't move in the slightest, Qin Yuyu's eyes couldn't help but squint.

For a while, the sword roared sharply and piercingly, as if a fierce beast was roaring, and it was eager to drink blood. A scorching wave of air spread, the grass around them turned yellow and withered, and countless birds in the forest also flew away one after another because they couldn't stand the breath of this fierce beast.

When Wang Zongchao looked closely, he saw that the blade of this sword was suddenly several times hotter than a soldering iron, but the hilt of the sword seemed to be carved with some kind of cold jade, which could ensure that the sword wielder would not be injured by the fire.

At the intersection of the sword body and the hilt, there is a fiery red sè crystal scale, as bright as a ruby. What's even more amazing is that this scale seems to contain an incomparably strong vitality, and it actually spreads out countless vein-like dense blood threads to the entire sword body, which dyes the entire sword body red.

Wang Zongchao could feel that this scale was still alive, not only alive, but also infused the entire long sword with incomparably fiery vitality, turning this sword into some kind of living foreign body.

Not only is there life, but there is also a spirit hun, with the sound of the sword, the evil qi spreads, trying to affect Wang Zongchao's mind. @。

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