"Nameless Master!" , He Qizheng recognized that this blue-shirted natural roll was his current master, so he blurted out and shouted, and then saw Nameless glanced at He Qizheng in a little surprise, and then asked softly: "Why do you drink so much wine?" Don't even recognize him as a teacher? ”

"How could it be, Master, the disciple only drank a few sips last night, and he was too drunk to fall asleep, so he didn't see the master's appearance clearly just now!"

He Qizheng jumped off the bed with a grunt, and then felt that in addition to the pure internal strength that he had cultivated for more than two years, he also had more than 20 years of inexplicable sword qi and inexplicable swordsmanship (without a sword to become famous).

"That's good." , Nameless nodded lightly, and then said: "There is an old man visiting today, and it is inconvenient for me to come forward, so you can worship your master Jieyu on my behalf!" ”

"Yes, Master! Disciple, let's go and see. He Qizheng got up and went to the wall to take the hero sword, and then walked out of the Zhonghua Pavilion towards the peach blossom pond in the back mountain.

"Fate is ruthless, brothers are grand, ten thousand swords give up, and one sword becomes famous!" , on the way, He Qizheng relied on his residual memory of the TV series "Fengyun", successfully learned to become famous with a sword, and made up for his inexplicable swordsmanship.

And at this time, he had already rushed to the peach blossom pond, and from a distance, he saw a strange old man with a white beard and white hair, the Sword Master, who was wielding his sword qi to bully a bald monk:

One by one, the milky white sword qi cut through the monk's clothes, but he still stood there calmly, smiling as he watched the Sword Saint make a move.

"My master's place of pure souls, please don't harass idle people!!" , He Qizheng moved his left hand, and the heroic sword "Woo" flew out and was directly inserted in the middle of the Sword Master and the Noble Monk.

"This is? Hero Sword! The Sword Master stood with his hands down, looked at the young swordsman who suddenly appeared, and asked, "The Hero Sword is in your hand?" So who are you nameless? ”

"In Xia Jianchen, Nameless is the family teacher!" , how to report the name of the big horn, not afraid of the sword saint on the opposite side at all.

"You are Jian Chen??" , the monk looked at how positive he was, and saw that he was chic and handsome, and his body was full of indescribable Taoist temperament.

The Sword Saint, who was a senior master, did not show a little unnatural expression, but just asked: "You are an unknown heir, and the Hero Sword is only worthy of being a genius in the world."

The nameless has passed the sword to you, presumably your swordsmanship cultivation has been practiced to the realm of perfection, okay, let the old man try your inexplicable swordsmanship how many catties and taels! ”

Saying that the sword saint did not care about the morality of the rivers and lakes at all, he also opened up to deal with juniors like He Qizheng, and the sword command moved, and shouted in his mouth: "Sword twenty-two!" Suddenly, countless sword qi shot down the Sword Saint's fingers towards He Qizheng.

"I've never seen anyone so brazen!" , He Qizheng secretly broke a mouthful, kicked the sword with a kick after speaking, and then caught the sword with his hand, based on Wudang's true qi and supplemented by inexplicable sword tricks, and cast a move "not famous"

The heroic sword in his hand broke through the sword qi of Sword Twenty-two one by one, and then He Qizheng's body turned in mid-air, and he had already rushed in front of the Sword Saint, and then the hero sword stood vertically and crossed in front of the Sword Saint's throat.

"The sword twenty-two of the predecessors of the Sword Master is indeed a shock to the past and the present, so that the younger generations finally understand the supreme swordsmanship, the boundless realm and the profoundness!! The younger generation is just a trick! ”

He Qizheng put the sword into the sheath, said sorry to the sword saint with a fist, and bowed to the monk of worthiness, and said, "Master Worthy!" ”

"Hmm...... Jian Chenxian's nephew, your internal strength has improved a lot over the years! The monk said after receiving a salute.

"Where, where, it's worth the master's award!" , how humble he said.

"Humph! Hypocrisy! After all, the old man's sword twenty-two was not broken by you! As the straight man of "Fengyun", the sword master naturally has one thing to say, seeing how he is breaking the sword twenty-two that he worked so hard to create, and he also calls it "humble" in his mouth, doesn't this show that his sword twenty-two is more scum? !

"The predecessor of the Sword Saint, when the master competed with the seniors, he has already felt the changes in the sword twenty-two, there is more than enough, there must be the creativity of the sword twenty-three, senior, if you use the sword twenty-three just now, the younger generation will undoubtedly lose.

The master once said that Sword Twenty-Three is the most terrible sword technique in heaven and earth, and it can make all living beings miserable, but the change of the trick of Sword Twenty-Three is still unimaginable, because this is a sword move that extraordinary people can create. He Qizheng thought about it and said to the Sword Master.

"Extraordinary swordsmanship? What would that look like?! The Sword Master was convinced of He Qizheng's words, or it could be said that he was convinced of Nameless's words, after all, it was the man whose destiny had defeated him.

"The swordsmanship that transcends the flesh, using the primordial spirit as a sword, uses a power that is not life and death, and can even bring the powerful power of the pause space, and can also bring real harm to the human body." , He Qizheng recalled the description of Sword Twenty-Three and said.

"Transcend the flesh, the sword of the primordial gods-", the sword master seemed to understand something, he remembered this feeling in his heart, and he only wanted to retreat and study this kind of primordial sword.

So the Sword Saint didn't want to continue to be embarrassed by He Qizheng, so he took out a simple sheet from his arms and threw it to He Qizheng He Qizheng, and said: "This is my self-created Holy Spirit Sword Twenty-two Styles, you learn it as my thank you for it!" ”

"Thank you to the Sword Saint seniors, if you cultivate the twenty-third sword, please come to the Zhonghua Pavilion, and the family teacher is waiting for you!"

He Qizheng saw that the Sword Saint had vaguely comprehended the doorway of Sword Twenty-three, and was about to rush to the way of death, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly arose in his heart, which was not only admiration for the Spirit of the Sword Saint sacrificing his life to take the sword, but also confused about the way of the sword he would embark on in the future.

"Nameless is really not dead!" , the sword saint was in his heart, and said to He Qizheng, "If there is that day, I will definitely pay a visit!" But the day of the decisive battle between the old man and the world will be imminent, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it! After speaking, the Sword Master left the Peach Blossom Pond and disappeared......

He Qizheng said goodbye to the monk, returned to the Zhonghua Pavilion, and briefly described the incident of his encounter with the Sword Saint, and the nameless listened to the two thick sword eyebrows frowned deeply, and pondered for a while before saying:

"I've heard that the Juggernaut is about to fight to the death with the Giant, and this is not a good thing in public or private! Chen'er, I hope you can go to the World Gathering and resolve this decisive battle in the name of the Heroic Sword Heir! ”

"Okay Master, take care of Master, goodbye Master!" , He Zheng hung the hero sword in his hand on the wall, and then walked out without looking back.

Nameless was stunned when he saw it, and asked, "Chen'er?" You don't carry a heroic sword? ”

He Qizheng paused and replied: "The hero sword is the master's sword, and no one in the world is qualified to use it except the master!" What's more, I have a more suitable sword! ”。

After saying that, He Qizheng walked out of the Zhonghua Pavilion, went to the backyard stable and picked a big yellow horse, and then ran towards the Tianshan Mountain where the main altar of the Tianxia Association was located, and soon disappeared on the horizon......

Two days later, He Qi is arriving outside Tianyin City, and Tianshan Mountain is already close in front of him - Tianshan Mountain, towering into the clouds, is the head of the mountains around Tianyin City, where a generation of powerful martial arts is born!

The world will! Its general altar is located on the top of this Tianshan Mountain, the altar house is built against the mountain, majestic and majestic, the weather is thousands, it is breathtaking.

At the right time, through the propaganda of the broken waves on the rivers and lakes, the whole martial arts already knew that the destroyed Dugu Sword Saint of the Wushuang City was going to fight to the death with the leader of the Tianxia Society.

So on the day of the duel, almost all the masters and sects on the rivers and lakes gathered in Tianyin City, and then walked up the steps to the general altar of the world to witness the martial arts event!