Perhaps it is due to the long-standing cultural influence of the world.

The number of practitioners involved in kendo, both in terms of number and choice of members, is far from being comparable to other paths.

Especially in the hearts of ordinary practitioners, kendo is extremely popular.

Since the spread of the Holy Dragon Gong created by Xiao Tian, the foundation of the human cultivation world has been fully popularized.

All the cultivators who were able to gather from all over the world had basically reached the late stage of the Holy Dragon Gong, the peak and already had a certain understanding of the way of the sword.

Except for those monks from the Sword Sect who were located in the very center.

Among the more than 100,000 scattered cultivators on the periphery alone, they have already gathered, and the 'Ten Great Swordsmen' from ordinary backgrounds in the world.

On the flat ground, a light breeze blows.

Blow the young man in front of him, who is thin and has slightly long black hair.

In front of the young man, a long sword with a sheath stuck in the dirt, because it was hidden in the sheath, it could only be seen that it was an ordinary three-foot green blade.

Suddenly, the young man got up from the ground.

Looking up, he looked at the end of his gaze, the building that was not rising all the time.

Xu Fengyun, a young man who had just come into contact with the Holy Dragon Gong, caused the sound of ten thousand swords to roar.

As an ordinary person, Xu Fengyun has a deep understanding of the importance of resources, exercises, and guidance from famous teachers to the path of cultivation during the period of practicing the Holy Dragon Gong.

Now, although he has been cultivated by many swords, he is ranked as one of the top ten swordsmen.

However, as long as he knew for himself, what kind of gap he had between himself and those disciples of the sect who were born with success, massive resources, and famous teachers.

"Xu Fengyun, today...... You and I fight! ”

A voice came from behind him.

A man in a purple gown, with a piece of jade hanging from his waist, and four girls in tulle dresses behind him, stopped about five meters away from him.

"It's the gentleman's sword, Yue Wen!"

The sound here immediately attracted the attention of the other sword cultivators.

The monk is also a human being, so naturally he is not exempt from the nature of joining in the fun, and soon twenty or thirty people gathered here.

"Among the top ten swords, Fengyun Sword Xu Fengyun ranks third, and Junzi Sword Yue Wen ranks fifth." A sword cultivator looked at the two of them and said, "It seems that Junzi Jian wants to rank himself higher. ”

"My son-in-law is the exclusive worship of Yingzhou Hairi Group, he has broken through the peak of the sixth layer of the Holy Dragon Gong three days ago, and now he has comprehended the essence of swordsmanship, you better admit defeat obediently."

The girl held by Yue Wen in the right hand of the gentleman's sword looked at Yue Wen with eyes as bright as water and said with great admiration.

"Lily, how can you say that?" Another girl chuckled lightly and said, "Our son is gentle and elegant, but this row of names is made one by one with the sword in his hand, not like some people......"

Without waiting for the girl to finish speaking, the faces of the many sword cultivators who were watching around suddenly changed slightly.

Even if the number of sword cultivators watching at this moment had exceeded 100, they still felt a chill in their backs.

Hurriedly looked up at Xu Fengyun......

Really.

Fang just faced the challenge of the gentleman Jian Yuewen, and the calm face of Fengyun Sword Xu Fengyun suddenly made waves on his face.

At this moment, the depths of his calm eyes were like a storm and clouds on the surface of the sea, rolling up tsunamis and boundless hurricanes.

The wind rises, and the breeze turns into a violent wind.

The wind blew the clothes on Xu Fengyun's body, and his eyes looked at the sword cultivator who challenged him and chuckled.

Xu Fengyun is also a human being, and he also has people's joys, sorrows, and dislikes.

Just as the gentleman Jian Yuewen likes beauty and money, Xu Fengyun is most concerned about his own achievements while pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

"I have no problem with you letting these women build momentum for themselves."

Xu Fengyun's cold eyes fell on the gentleman Jian Yuewen with a warm smile on his face, his palm rose slightly, and suddenly the three-foot Qingfeng inserted in front of him began to slowly rise upward.

Xu Fengyun, with a snow-white slender palm in the depths, grabbed the hilt of the sword fiercely.

His entire movement seemed extremely slow, as if he was being slowed down, and he drew his long sword in front of everyone.

"Zheng ......"

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, it let out a light tremble.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators who were surrounding were shocked to find that their swords were trembling lightly at this moment.

"Huh!"

The sharp sword in Xu Fengyun's hand turned into cold light and stabbed out.

"How dare you ......"

Without waiting for the gentleman's sword Yue Wen to come out of the sheath, blood flowers splashed out, like a winter plum blooming in everyone's stunned eyes.

These four women who were taken by the gentleman Jian Yuewen were cut by this sword at the same time.

The dragon swims against the scales, and those who touch it die!

For Jian Yuewen, a gentleman who likes beauty and money, the girl who can be taken by him is naturally deeply loved by him.

However.

The girl he loved was ...... in front of him Slash!

"Xu, wind, clouds, you, find, die!"

Gentleman Jian Yue Wen was suddenly furious, and the infinite sword qi on his body rose to the sky, and he shouted coldly word by word.

"Six Swords Gentleman Kill!"

Yue Wen's purple clothes danced, his feet were lightly tapped, and in an instant, the unsheathed saber slashed towards Xu Fengyun like a sharp arrow off the string.

The opponent who was challenged by himself killed the woman he loved in public.

Yue Wen felt as if he had been slapped in public by Xu Fengyun, and then stepped on the dirty muddy water again.

As soon as he came up, he used his own tricks.

"Boom!"

The figure was exerted to the extreme, and the fierce sword aura forced many sword cultivators who were watching around to hurriedly retreat, leaving a clearing close to a hundred meters.

Six young men wearing purple robes, holding sharp swords, and angry faces killed Xu Fengyun.

In contrast, as the third-ranked Fengyun Sword among the top ten swordsmen, Xu Fengyun seemed much calmer.

When Yue Wen's six figures raised their flickering swords at the same time and killed Xu Fengyun, a cold light flashed in Xu Fengyun's indifferent eyes.

"Huh!"

The wind suddenly rose, and the wind and clouds above the sky changed.

A touch of extreme cold light, like the scorching sun at noon, made everyone around them can't help but close their eyes and retreat again and again.

"Ahh

The screams rang out, and Yue Wen's six figures dissipated one by one, and one of them widened his eyes and head, rolling down to the feet of a sword cultivator in the distance like a ball.

The eyes of this sword cultivator happened to see Yue Wen's dilated pupils.

"This ...... How is this possible. ”

The sudden scene made this sword cultivator not only his legs a little weak, but he knelt on the ground with a 'plop' and couldn't get up for a long time.

The wind cleared, and the blue sky returned to calm.

After coming back to his senses, many sword cultivators found that Xu Fengyun methodically put his long sword into the scabbard, and glanced at the headless corpse that fell not far in front of him.

"Want to step on me? Then you have to weigh how many catties you have. ”

After Xu Fengyun finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave.

A shadow suddenly appeared above the firmament, and then, in an exclamation from everyone, a huge boulder fell from the sky and smashed into the position where Yue Wen's head had rolled off before.

"Bang!"

Before the smoke and dust around him spread, a sword shadow that seemed to exist between the unreal and the real suddenly rose from the boulder!

"Boom!"

Not only here, but within the hundreds of thousands of square meters where the entire sword tower is located, all the sword shadows have risen.

These sword shadows, some of which are pitch black, seem to be connected to the legendary hell, and people will be pulled into the abyss by the powerful ghosts and demons in them as long as they look at them, and they will never recover.

Some of them are as red as fire, like an eternal sea of karmic fire and red lotus, burning people's minds all the time.

Some of them are cold and lonely, just like the Yellow Springs Realm, without the slightest bit of vitality......

Nine sword shadows of different colors and attributes rose from this boulder that fell from the sky.

Just when the more than 200,000 sword cultivators were confused and confused, Xiao Tian's voice resounded in the sky: "The sword path of me, known as the Hades Mansion, belongs to the nine realms. ”

"Only those who pass the test are qualified to stay ......"