As if in response to Yan Hai's words, a sword aura rose into the sky in Jianmen City. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mighty sky swept straight into the sky, blowing away the remnants of the sky. The sword intent emanated from an inconspicuous house, the wooden door of the house was pushed open, and a thin man in a green robe, long hair, shawl, and a long beard on his chin pushed the door.

Pushing open the door, the thin man's movements paused, withdrew his hands, and the willow-like eyebrows were very good-looking.

Outside the dwelling, there was a man in a Taoist robe, with black hair like ink, and his Taoism was natural.

The thin man pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, which was a bamboo sword, and there were Dao runes circulating on the surface of the bamboo sword.

"Get out of the way. Concise and to the point, the thin man obviously didn't want to talk more, but the killing intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

The aura of murder permeated this ordinary dwelling.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, "Go back." ”

Since it doesn't make sense, then we have to say it in another way.

The thin man suddenly drew his sword in his hand, the sword light was like a shadow, the invincible sword intent swept in all directions, the surrounding bricks and tiles were shattered, and a high-spirited sword intent rose to the sky, killing Zhang Sanfeng.

"Weng. The sound waves vibrated and the invisible realm enveloped the body, and even the dust seemed to fall more slowly.

The sword intent entered the realm, and the speed became extremely slow, "Weng. ”

Zhang Sanfeng's body shook, and the two-color light of yin and yang emanated from his body, flowing through the realm.

Everything swept by the two-color light of yin and yang turned into ashes, and sword intent was no exception.

Shaking his head, since this person is so stubborn, then don't blame the poor and unkind!

With one step, Zhang Sanfeng instantly moved above the thin man's head, and the spiritual and spiritual triple cultivation emanated outward!

A huge Taiji diagram suddenly appeared, suppressing the thin swordsman under him and unable to move.

Zhang Sanfeng leaned over and slapped it with endless white light in one palm, and the thin swordsman's face sank, and he drew his sword to slash the sky.

The palm of the hand was firmly slapped against the rapier shaft, and the bamboo blade made an unpleasant creaking sound.

Cracks appeared on the side of the blade, and against this palm, the thin swordsman breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Sanfeng's left hand was wrapped in endless black light, and he slapped it with a bang.

The thin swordsman drew his sword again to resist, and as soon as the sword touched the black light, he sensed that something was wrong.

Unlike the masculine and unmatched palm before, this palm was as feminine as the undercurrent of the deep sea, deflecting the direction of the sword, making him extremely uncomfortable.

The cracks on the surface of the bamboo sword continue to expand and spread.

Before the thin swordsman could breathe his breath, the third palm followed!

Slap it with one palm, it's like the sky falling!

The black and white vortex twists downwards and devours everything.

The thin swordsman was bruised and swung this sword with all his might! In the midst of the vast sword intent, a faint sword soul cone emerged.

However, the bamboo sword could no longer withstand the pressure of this palm! An unpleasant creaking sound came out, and with a click, the bamboo sword burst into countless fragments, and the bursting fragments penetrated the heavy brick walls.

The bamboo sword burst, and behind it was the sword intent that had already given birth to the sword soul cone, and the sword soul cone let out a mournful roar and turned into ashes, and the sword intent was ruthlessly suppressed!

A palm of the sky poured down through the sky and slapped the top of the thin swordsman's head.

"Crackling. ”

The sound of bones shattering rang from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.

The thin swordsman's face was miserable, and his seven orifices were bleeding, which was terrifying!

Retracting his arm, Zhang San1 Feng stood in the air, his long black hair flying in the wind, "I can comprehend the cone shape of the sword soul, but my talent is not weak, if you are willing to surrender, I can spare you." ”

The thin swordsman had all his bones shattered, and he stood tenaciously relying on the support of big muscles and flesh and blood.

His body trembled slightly, blood continued to ooze from his pores, and the thin swordsman did not reply to the answer, and the strong vitality of the spirit god powerhouse maintained the injury in his body from further deterioration.

and pointed into a sword, and the last stream of qi was barely condensed like a candle flame in the wind. "I ...... At the age of three, he learned to learn the sword, and when he came... Today, it has been more than 300 years... The Swordsman... Be courageous!" At this moment, the thin swordsman seemed to see a fragment of his childhood sword practice.

A young boy keeps wielding the same sword move on the top of a high mountain, even if his hands are blistered, and the sword move he swings cannot be wrong in the slightest. Standing beside him stood a man with a delicate face, with long hair and a shawl, and his appearance was five or six points similar to that of a child.

A letter eagle flew up from the bottom of the mountain, and a messenger stood behind the letter eagle, and the messenger hurried to the man's side, "Lord Sword Saint, there is a strong enemy coming, the king of Chu asks you to go to Chu City quickly." ”

The man nodded, turned around and said coldly to the child: "I have something to go out for a few days, and you have to practice the sword moves I taught you every day these days, and I will check when I come back." ”

After speaking, he left without looking back, leaving only a tall and resolute back in the eyes of the child.

This is forever.

One year, two years, three years...

The boy grew up day by day, and there were no superfluous moves, only the seven-style sword moves handed to him by the man with a beautiful face, and he practiced and vomited except for eating and sleeping, because he had been waiting for the man to come back and check his sword moves.

I hope I can see a glimmer of appreciation in the man's eyes.

The years have not left traces on this mountain, and only the original children have changed.

Finally, one day, a stranger came to this peak and handed over an urn and a letter.

The urn contained the man.

The letter was handed over to him by the King of Chu, and from this day on, the young boy who had become a teenager inherited a hereditary title - the Sword Saint of Chu State.

The thin swordsman's eyes were tightly closed, and his soul flesh and blood suddenly burned, turning into the fuel of the Gang Qi Long Sword at his fingertips, and the Gang Qi Long Sword instantly condensed, and the height was like a crystal long sword.

A sword out!

Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi realm contracted around his body, turning into a circular shield of yin and yang outside his body, and the crystal long sword cut off the shield, cut through Zhang Sanfeng's robe, pierced into the flesh and bones, and finally stopped there.

The thin swordsman's eyes were sunken, and his skin was like a robe wrapped around a skeleton.

There is no longer the slightest breath of life in Zhou's body.

Zhang Sanfeng dissipated the shield around his body and looked down at the crystal sword that pierced his chest through his skin.

Without the infusion of the master's power, the color of the crystal long sword quickly dimmed, and finally turned into an ordinary crystal long sword, only the strong person who cultivated to reach the spirit god realm or above could feel a faint soul fluctuation in this crystal long sword, which was the embryonic cone of the sword soul.

With a long sigh, Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect this swordsman to be so strong, he lowered his head and took out the crystal long sword in the swordsman's hand, he knew the meaning of the swordsman pouring the sword soul into the sword, and sighed: "Don't worry, I will find a good master for this sword for you." ”

In the Zhenhai Palace, Yan Hai felt a sky-high sword intent rising from the ground in the city, and a happy smile appeared in his eyes, but what puzzled him was that this sword intent disappeared without a trace soon after it rose.

The entire Sword Gate City fell into an eerie calm.