When Night Frost was holding the magic learning scroll with a confused expression, a carriage was slowly driving on the official road south of the Western Regions. At first glance, the carriage looks quite plain, but no matter who sees at a glance, the people sitting in this carriage are not simple!

There are three reasons! First, it is a horse pulling a cart, although there is only one horse pulling a cart, it is extremely tall and a divine horse, and the horse's mane, four hooves, and tail on its back are like a group of flames burning, and it is actually a high-grade Demonic Beast Flame Racing Horse! And looking at the body size, it is eight feet tall and one is one or two, which is a full circle larger than the ordinary Flame Racing Horse, and it is obviously one of them! The second is the carriage, the carriage seems to be simple, but it is faintly visible, and the high-strength rubber wheels are slightly concave when they touch the ground, which shows that the body is extremely heavy! Thirdly, it is two people who are driving the car!

In this small carriage, there were actually two chauffeurs, the two looked like a pair of young men and women, the male sword eyebrows and starry eyes were extraordinary, and the female wore a veil, but the eyes exposed were large and spiritual! At the same time, the delicate figure that could not be concealed by the walker's robe could not help but make people reverie. But the most interesting thing is that both of them are wearing swords!

Beside the man was a long, narrow saber with a delicate carved pattern on the hilt and scabbard, and even a large gem inlaid on the scabbard. The woman's side was even more bizarre, it was actually a two-handed sword more than five feet long! the sword was more than six inches wide. Although the woman is tall, she still looks very incompatible with this big sword!

The two sat in the driver's seat, chatting with each other. When the carriage arrived at the foot of Yushan Mountain, the man among the two knocked on the carriage frame: "Teacher, Yushan has arrived!"

"Is it so fast?" a clear man's voice came from inside the carriage, and then the curtain opened first, and a pair of middle-aged men and women walked out of the carriage. It was Mo Wenjian and his wife! Mo Wenjian had lost a saint-level cultivation, but he looked peaceful, but his feet were slightly vain. Mrs. Mo got out of the carriage with Mo Wenjian in her arms, and the carriage on the next road could not go, so she walked up the mountain on foot.

Madame Mo has a cultivation close to that of a magician, and it is naturally no problem to climb the mountain with the Mo Wen sword, and the two young men who are driving the car can actually fight against the sky!

Mrs. Mo is obviously a hot and windy holiday, and she is still quite fast to hurry with the wind magic, and the occasional eyeless demonic beast on the road has been sent away by the two young people who accompanied her. However, the two of them were very light, and they just drove away the demonic beasts that did not open their eyes, but did not harm any of them.

After resuming the trip for a long time, the group came to the main peak of Yushan, under the white goddess peak.

"Is this the place?" the young male swordsman raised his head and looked at the towering mountain peak with a shocked expression: "What a powerful sword intent!"

"It is indeed a very powerful sword intent!" the female swordsman was also surprised, "But such a powerful sword intent can only be felt when you go down the mountain!"

"Nothing unusual!" Mo Wenjian sighed: "The sword intent is strong because there may be two seniors on the mountain who have reached the peak of the sword path. As for the fact that the sword intent has not spread, it must be because the two seniors have already become ancient, and the sword intent is restrained, right?"

"Teacher, are you saying that the two ancestors who have been ancient are buried here, and they still have such a powerful sword intent?" the male swordsman looked incredulous.

"On the way of the sword, even if I was in the past, I was only a first glimpse of the peaks, only on the road to the top of the climb! And these two seniors are already standing on the top of the sword, and now you want to understand them, it is still a little difficult!" Mo asked the sword and smiled, without saying more, a group of four people began to climb the mountain.

The White Goddess Peak is thousands of feet high, and ordinary people can't go up. Mo Wenjian was a previous cultivator, so he naturally talked and laughed and climbed to the top, but now that he has been abolished, he is just an ordinary person with a strong body, and it is much more difficult to climb.

However, Mo Wenjian still refused the help of his wife and the young male and female swordsmen, and slowly climbed while feeling the majestic sword intent towards the surrounding heaven and earth.

After a whole day's journey, a group of four climbed up the mountainside, and under a slightly sloping, incomparably luxuriant towering giant tree on a large platform on the mountainside, there were two small tombstones, each with a small tombstone.

Mo Wenjian took a few steps forward, and slowly looked at the two tombstones.

The Nine Prisons Sword Demon Liu Huazhi and the Blood Sword Saint Zhuo Lingzhao.

Mo Wenjian stood quietly in front of the tombstone, thoughtful. Her lady looked puzzled, obviously unable to see why. It was the two young heavenly warriors and male and female swordsmen, who were successively attracted by the awe-inspiring words on the tombstone, and they actually looked into the gods. After a moment, the male swordsman's face suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Queen Cang took a few steps back, and hurriedly sat cross-legged to regulate her internal breath. Almost at the same time, the same happened with female swordsmen. The two of them did it almost at the same time, and the originally suppressed elemental fluctuations on their bodies rippled uncontrollably.

Mo Wenjian turned around, glanced at the two of them, and said with a faint smile: "The two seniors have extraordinary attainments in the sword, even if you two have a good understanding, you can actually have some understanding, this blood is not a loss!"

After about a quarter of an hour, the two got up, looked at the two tombstones with admiration, and bowed deeply.

Mo Wenjian nodded with satisfaction, and was about to say something, but as if he sensed something, he looked towards the eastern sky. A moment later, the two swordsmen also raised their heads to look in that direction, only to see a black dot in the distance, and in an instant, they turned into a figure, and when they reached the sky above the group, they stood in the air.

It was a young man dressed in a wide black robe with deep eyes, and a narrow straight knife on the left and right sides of his waist. The man has a slight beard, a resolute face, and sharp eyes. After seeing Mo Wenjian, his eyes lit slightly, and then a trace of doubt leaked. After staring at it for a few moments, he said: "Your Majesty the Sword God, this is ......"

Mo Wenjian smiled faintly: "Your Excellency Miyamoto, don't come unharmed!"

The person who came was the black-clothed man among the black and white who appeared in the Dongying Hengshan family in the past, but he appeared in Yushan for some reason.

"Miyamoto?" The male swordsman who followed Mo Wenjian frowned slightly, and looked at the Dongying man in black robes: "Could it be the presence of His Excellency Miyamoto Musashi, the Dongying Sword Saint?"

"It's the old man!" Miyamoto Musashi, a black-robed man, bowed his head, glanced at the young male swordsman, and thought for a moment: "At such an age, such a cultivation, it must be the beloved disciple under the sword god's crown, His Excellency Wei Mengsu of the Qingfeng Sword, as for this ......" After speaking, he looked at the female swordsman: "It should be His Excellency Ling Mengshu of the Storm Sword?"

The young man and woman bowed slightly to Miyamoto Musashi at the same time as a sign of respect.

Miyamoto Musashi didn't pay much attention to the two, but looked at Mo Wenjian: "His Majesty doesn't seem to have answered my question yet!"

"Don't hide it from Your Excellency Miyamoto!" Mo Wenjian smiled faintly: "Because of some cause and effect, I have lost my fighting spirit!"

"Interesting, interesting!" The corners of Miyamoto Musashi's mouth hooked, squinting slightly, revealing an extremely inconspicuous sword mark in his left eye, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "The realm under my crown can be suppressed so much that even I can't see it, but I don't want to suffer a catastrophe!"

Mo Wenjian nodded slightly and did not speak.

"In that case!" Miyamoto Musashi smiled: "Your Majesty's past kindness, I can't say that I want to know about it today, right?"

"Your Excellency Miyamoto, you are taking advantage of the danger of others like this!" the male swordsman Wei Mengsu shouted angrily when he heard this. Miyamoto Musashi is the first person in Toei martial arts swordsmanship, and he once came to Aegean ten years ago to challenge many kendo masters, and he was ruthless and injured many people. Until he met Mo Wen Jian and was defeated by Mo Wen Sword. It also left a scar on his face. If Mo Wenjian's sword was going forward even a little, his eye would be blind!

Miyamoto Musashi returned to Dongying and did not come to Aigean again for more than ten years, but he didn't expect Mo Wenjian to meet again in Yushan after his cultivation was completely destroyed. And it seems that Miyamoto Musashi wants to get back to the field of the past.

Regarding Wei Mengsu's words, Miyamoto Musashi didn't care, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible and fierce sword slashed towards Wei Mengsu. Wei Mengsu's eyes lit up, his whole body was protected by cyan fighting energy, and he drew out the sword on his waist and met it with a sword.

The silent collision, without the slightest extra shock, the moment the two swords touched in the air, it seemed to disappear at the same time. But Miyamoto Musashi did not move in the air, but Wei Mengsu took more than a dozen steps back, and his face flushed.

"It's good to be able to take my sword!" Miyamoto Musashi smiled, disapprovingly: "But I only gave three points of strength, believe it or not?"

Wei Mengsu was unable to answer the letter or disbelief. The blow of Miyamoto Musashi just now shook the qi and blood in his body, and at this time, I am afraid that he will vomit out a mouthful of blood. This mouthful of blood is essence blood, and it is difficult to adjust it without ten days and half a month if it is really spit out!

"After a long time, Brother Miyamoto has finally taken this step, congratulations!" Mo Wenjian still had a gentle face, and even had a hint of a smile. But his words made Mrs. Mo beside her slightly startled. No more than Wei Mengsu and Ling Mengshu, who were already Heavenly Fighters, had good eyesight, and Mrs. Mo couldn't see the depth of Miyamoto Musashi at all for a while. Even if Miyamoto Musashi repelled Wei Mengsu with one blow, he still couldn't see the true strength of the other party. At this time, when I heard my husband speak, I suddenly realized that this Dongying warrior in front of me was actually a holy order!

"Not bad!" Miyamoto Musashi smiled proudly: "What was given by His Majesty in the past, Musashi didn't dare to forget it day and night! After several years of hard work, he was finally able to break through the bottleneck of Hanfei and win the realm of Yin and Yang Saint!"

Mo Wenjian bowed his head slightly, others didn't know, but Mo Wenjian knew that Hanscarlet corresponded to the Aegean Heavenly Fighter or Magister, and the Yin-Yang Saint corresponded to the Aegean Holy Rank at the time! But I don't want Miyamoto Musashi to have already stepped into the holy stage.