Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue felt that their bodies were a little stiff.

It seems that the body is out of control, but he can feel the blood rushing towards the limbs and hundreds of bones under the accelerated beating of the heart, rushing towards his brain, and the impact is a little dizzy in front of his eyes, and the impact of the brain loses the ability to think normally.

They came out of the Sword Pavilion.

The hundreds of spirit swords were on the ground hundreds of meters in front of them at this time, and they roared loudly.

They watched the blue-shirted young man stride forward, but they never imagined that he was so strong.

"Anfeng ......"

At this moment, Wang Anfeng's footsteps suddenly paused, no longer moving forward, Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue were a little confused, and they heard a long sword sound, and a circle of qi visible to the naked eye shook up from Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang, swept in all directions, and shook the long sword in unison.

Baili Feng unconsciously felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, subconsciously took a step back, his eyes widened, and said:

"It's ...... What the? ”

"Three foolish swords."

The old man's voice sounded behind them, and when the two of them turned around, they saw an old man dressed in shabby and sloppy clothes, with a snakeskin bag at his waist, and a huge wine gourd in one hand, looking ahead with unblinking eyes, and replied casually:

"It's also the highest sword on this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain."

"More than 100 years ago, the Juggernaut used it."

When the words fell, the old man was also puzzled.

The three foolish swords, Fang Cai had been attracted by that girl, and then was rejected the path of the Sword Saint, which should have ended here, at most, like Fang Cai's spirit swords, he was attracted by the qi machine, and instinctively counterattacked.

At this time, why is there such an abnormality?

In the distance, there were several figures rushing over, including Gong Yu with a cold expression and a sword behind him, the head of the graceful and luxurious jade phoenix with his hair, and the great elder with white clothes and black hair and a quiet expression.

The momentum of the air collided with the void, stirring the invisible sword qi, the waterfall roared straight down like thunder, and on the three foolish swords, there was a hidden streamer convergence, and then it was raised, as if performing ordinary swordsmanship, stabbing straight towards Wang Anfeng.

The blade shook the void.

Wang Anfeng took a step back, raised his sword and sealed it, and the two long swords touched.

The eight-sided Han sword trembled slightly, and the blades on both sides vibrated and let out a long sword groan.

Gong Yu and the others landed beside the old man and saluted the old man, but the great elder just looked at Wang Anfeng and the three foolish swords who were gradually fighting below, his eyes were black and white, and his expression was quiet.

The wine was free and the people took a sip of wine, and also looked at it together, looking at the two swords fighting, no matter how sharp and fast Wang Anfeng's swordsmanship was, the three foolish swords just attacked each other with simple sword moves, but they could be completely broken, and the surrounding hundreds of swords rang out together, like praise.

After looking at it for a long time, the Great Elder suddenly spoke and said softly:

"Three foolish swords, looking for the inheritor."

"The inheritor of swordsmanship."

There was another exchange below, seventy-two hands made the break broken again, Wang Anfeng's footsteps retreated, the three foolish swords were as if they were held in their hands, unhurriedly persecuted, the young man clenched his steel teeth, and his internal qi started from the dantian, and quickly spread towards the limbs and hundreds of bones.

The Qingyue bell rang.

A faintly red-gold Buddhist inscription appeared on Wang Anfeng's face, making the young man's face more solemn.

The sword roared sharply and slashed diagonally.

The long sword in Wang Anfeng's palm was deflected, and the three foolish swords swept lightly across the young man's body, touching several large acupoints, and the sharp qi machine submerged into Wang Anfeng's body, and the internal force of the golden bell jar that had just been swung up was like a snake that had been beaten to seven inches, and it shattered in the young man's body.

The strange appearance on his face dissipated, and even the thunder energy was all dispersed.

The internal force lifted dissipated, Wang Anfeng's footsteps staggered slightly, and he retreated to the back, his movements were slightly larger, stirring up the stagnant water under him, and a clear stream jumped, but he was smashed by the three foolish swords and a sword, turning into a real mist and rushing towards Wang Anfeng.

The blade of the Three Foolish Swords was on the spine of the wooden sword.

Wang Anfeng's face was slightly pale, and the whole person was beaten back again and again, more than ten meters away.

The sword was raised slightly, the sword pointed at the young man, it seemed that there was a swordsman holding a sword, he was quite dissatisfied with it, let him come again, Wang Anfeng exhaled, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward again with the sword.

The old man in the distance frowned, looked at this scene, and said:

"Swordsmanship? Inheritance? ”

The Great Elder nodded, his eyes reflecting the scenery below, and spoke quietly:

"Tao begets one, life gives birth to two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

"The sword master's swordsmanship is to encompass the world and become a world of its own."

"Just now it was the inheritance of the road, and now it is the inheritance of simple swordsmanship, and there is no half of it."

The voice paused slightly, and a look of exploration appeared in the woman's eyes, as if she was thinking, and then she spoke again:

"It's probably the previous child, with the temperament of the Sword Saint back then."

"And this child's swordsmanship has the flavor of the sword saint when he was a teenager."

The pupils of the wine are shrunk, and this evaluation is much higher than what he just gave.

Although it is difficult to go to the three grades, but the world is big, almost endless, the people in the rivers and lakes are like the carp that crosses the river, every ten years, there are countless teenagers who enter the vast rivers and lakes, so there are always three grade masters, and there are more people who hold the magic weapon, and match the three grades with the three grades.

But that's a Juggernaut.

The old man looked at the blue-shirted young man below who was retreating step by step under the Three Foolish Swords, and then looked at the white-clothed girl who had barely gotten up, and her eyes were a little straight.

"Niang Xi Pi ......"

Suddenly, another thought came to mind, and he suddenly turned to look at the Great Elder next to him, his eyes widened, and said, "Wait a minute, if the Three Foolish Swords can distinguish these by themselves...... Then, isn't it ......?"

The tongue of the wine couldn't help but knot a little.

The Great Elder bowed his head slightly and said softly:

"Divine soldiers are hopeful."

The old man hissed and gasped.

Turning around again, the expression of looking at the long sword was already full of solemnity.

Divine soldiers have spirits.

A real divine soldier can almost be treated as a Taoist friend, not a blade.

But is Juggernaut really so strong?

The old man's heart was full of shock.

Strong enough that his sword already has the qualifications to become a divine soldier? So how strong was he during his lifetime? Dominate all the wizards in the world?

Thoughts churned in his chest, but he shook his head and sighed:

"If that little guy knew that he had given up a divine weapon, would he regret it?"

The Great Elder turned his head to look at him, the old man's eyes were still clear, but he was secretly self-deprecating.

I knew in my heart that it was not Xue Qinshuang who regretted it, but the wine in front of her who was free to move.

He sensed that he was greedy, and deliberately spoke his thoughts in such a way that he could confront his desires and not let them grow and be untainted by them.

The Great Elder retracted his gaze and said softly:

"I don't know if she will regret it, but even if she holds the hilt of the Three Fools Sword, she can only understand the path of the Sword Saint, and she can't take this sword away."

"The sword master dominates the world, and there is only this one sword."

"And this sword, there will only be one master of the Sword Saint."

The voice was calm, only between the two of them, and then it was drowned out by the thunder of the waterfall.

Below, Wang Anfeng only felt that he was struggling, although there was only a sword in front of him, it brought him unimaginable terrifying oppressive power.

He didn't even feel like he was swordsman.

Instead, the three foolish swords on the opposite side were controlling their own swords, and each of their moves blocked all the options that could be made, leaving only one flaw.

The way of the art of war, the encirclement of three is missing one.

The young man knew in his heart, but at this time, it was difficult to break free from this uncomfortable whirlpool.

Every breath, every moment, there was only one choice in front of him.

It should be enough to draw the sword like this.

It can only be used to make a sword like this.

The strength contained under those plain sword moves made his whole person like a marionette, extremely uncomfortable, but it also showed him a new world of martial arts.

It turns out that swordsmanship can still look like this.

The boy's eyes widened slightly.

Make the opponent only shoot like a marionette.

You can't even do what you want, so how can life and death still be in your own hands?

Just when he realized something in his heart, the three foolish swords suddenly trembled and roared, no longer out of the sword, but hovered in the void for a week, as if with a rather satisfied roar, and then rose to the sky, and hundreds of spirit swords that were inserted upside down on the ground trembled, jumped up together, and flew towards the sky.

In an instant, it seemed that hundreds of swordsmen slashed together, and the dazzling and sharp sword light occupied the entire sky.

Qingfeng dissolved the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, as if he had fallen into the sword path fairyland in an instant.

Everyone present looked shocked, and there was a hidden loss of concentration in their eyes.

In front of me is indescribably bright.

Wang Anfeng exhaled slightly, and the slightest trace of comprehension faded and sank into the bottom of his heart.

Although he still had some doubts about this matter in his heart, he was not satisfied with his actions at all, put his sword into the sheath, carried his light skills, and rushed towards Xue Qinshuang in front of him, causing a splash behind him.

When he rushed to the girl's side, Wang Anfeng's right hand had already fallen on the needle bag on his waist, and three silver needles popped out of his fingers, Xue Qinshuang raised his hand to stop his movements, shook his head and said:

"No need ......"

"I also have some medical skills, and I have taken pills, and there is no major problem."

Wang Anfeng only thought of the title of the thirteenth young girl in front of him at this time, thinking that medical skills were also good for her, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, withdrew the silver needle, and was about to ask her how she got out of this injury, but before she could speak, she saw Xue Qinshuang get up with a sword, her eyes swept over the young man's face, and fell on the hilt of the ordinary wooden sword behind her.

His eyes were as bright as the stars.

"When, fight with me."

The young man looked slightly stunned.

PS: First update.