Sword Momentum!

Jianwei!

Sword Qi!

Sword Intent!

......

Xu Zhitian's pupils constricted, staring at the vision behind Ye Changqing.

He has been practicing kendo for thousands of years.

Faintly.

It seems to have sensed a lot of true meaning of kendo that turns decay into magic.

But I don't know why.

But he was never able to understand, or even a trace of his mind.

In a word.

It's all too profound.

It's like a baby watching a monk practice swordsmanship.

You can only see the surface layer, but you can never see the subtlety in it.

Chang Xuan Zhenren, who was standing on the side, seemed to suddenly sense something, and his face sank, and he retracted it first, and turned his head to look.

Saw.

Xu Zhitian's face was pale, his expression was wooden, cold sweat was like pulp on his forehead, and his eyebrows revealed a true meaning from time to time.

And that's not all.

The aura on his body also began to become a little chaotic.

This!

This is clearly a bit of a demonic meaning.

Instantly.

Changxuan Zhenren did not hesitate, and quietly reached out and pressed on Xu Zhitian's back.

He silently recited the supreme heart of the Taixuan Holy Land, and at the same time injected his spiritual power into Xu Zhitian's body.

"Xu Zhitian, Master Ye is in front of you, don't come nonsense!"

After a few breaths.

Chang Xuan Zhenren's voice, almost like thunder, suddenly roared in Xu Zhitian's mind.

Master Ye!

Hear words like that.

Hiss!

Xu Zhitian suddenly retracted his mind, instantly chilled all over his body, and couldn't stop gasping for air.

It's too dangerous!

He almost got into a catastrophe!

After calming down a little, Xu Zhitian turned his head sideways and said to Changxuan Zhenren: "Brother He, it was thanks to you just now, otherwise the old man would have been in a big disaster!"

"You know that, too?"

Changxuan Zhenren rolled his eyes, and then gestured to Ye Changqing in front of him.

"Xu Zhitian, do you see it, with the gift of Master Ye, are you still afraid that yourself, or the Ziqing Holy Land behind you, will be difficult to achieve in the way of the sword?"

Changxuan Zhenren pursed the corners of his lips, glared at him and said, "If it wasn't for the old man's timely move, I'm afraid you will spend the rest of your life in remorse!"

Xu Zhitian was stunned, and then nodded again and again.

"Brother He, this time it is an old man, and the entire Ziqing Holy Land owes you a great favor. ”

Moaned slightly.

Xu Zhitian responded so sincerely.

"Forget about the unkindness. ”

Changxuan Zhenren twitched the corners of his mouth, and said: "If you really have this intention, you can borrow the Qingqing Sword Sutra of your Purple and Green Holy Land to take a look at it." ”

"No problem!" Xu Zhitian said without thinking.

Smell.

Changxuan Zhenren's expression was stunned, and he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

Xu Zhitian, this old guy wouldn't take the wrong medicine, right?

The Green Sword Sutra is a supreme sword technique that will never be passed on in the Purple Green Holy Land!

Turn your head to look.

Xu Zhitian just looked fixedly at the two lines of ancient characters written by Ye Changqing of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

Then.

Ye Changqing took a deep breath.

At the moment of lifting the pen, he straightened up suddenly.

"Look, how about this calligraphy?"

Ye Changqing looked sideways at Xu Zhitian, and said with a gentle smile on his angular face.

Smell.

Xu Zhitian, Changxuan Zhenren, and Yan Bingxin took a step forward at the same time, looking at the calligraphy on the table.

The hall is full of three thousand guests, and the sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states.

The handwriting is sloppy, but it gives people a sense of naturalness.

Faintly, there is a vast divine will, filled with a majestic momentum.

The most incredible thing is.

Each word contains a completely different true meaning of kendo, and these words are connected to form another true meaning.

It's like a mountain with a lot of mountains.

A single mountain stands tall and towering, and the countless mountains connected together are another magnificent scenery.

Of course.

These 14 ancient characters also contain infinite mysteries.

If you are not a person who cultivates kendo, it is difficult to peek into the profound mysteries in it, but as long as you practice kendo, you can comprehend a trace of the true meaning of kendo.

Especially for those who are highly accomplished in kendo.

It's easy to watch at the time.

The mind is inadvertently sucked into calligraphy.

And so it goes.

This may be a great creation, but it is also very likely that it will be a life-and-death crisis.

Such as.

Xu Zhitian at this moment.

After he saw these fourteen ancient characters that contained the true meaning of profound kendo, his heart was sucked into it violently.

In the blink of an eye.

He appears in a completely strange world.

All around him.

Flowers bloom in a colorful and fragrant fragrance that fills the world.

Of course.

It can also be said to be.

This is a world of all kinds of flowers.

But in an instant.

Xu Zhitian's face changed suddenly.

This is not a floral fragrance at all, but a variety of mysterious and fierce sword intent.

It seems to be because of Xu Zhitian's reaction.

Time.

The various petals begin to fall off and slowly rise upwards.

And amazingly, the color of the petals began to fade and turn into ink.

In less than two breaths, the whole world instantly turned black and white.

And these billions of ink-colored petals were condensed into a silver long sword out of thin air.

The sword body turns.

The cold light was extinguished, and the terrifying sword power was almost like a mountain collapsing, crushing towards Xu Zhitian.

At the same time.

A huge beam of icy sword qi slashed and slashed at Xu Zhitian......

"Xu Zhitian, are you crazy?"

Just when Xu Zhitian was almost desperate, a familiar voice suddenly sounded again.

Instantly.

Xu Zhitian suddenly came back to his senses, and then he pulled his mind out of Ye Changqing's calligraphy.

Ye Changqing looked at Xu Zhitian, who was pale and sweating coldly, and couldn't help but be stunned at first, and then shook his head helplessly and smiled.

How obsessed this old man is with calligraphy!

The so-called not being a demon is not a word, but that's it, right?

Of course.

Facing Xu Zhitian, who was so embarrassed, Ye Changqing did not have any disdain.

Opposite.

He was still somewhat relieved.

To be obsessed with calligraphy by such a person is also a wish of mine.

"How's this copy of mine?"

Ye Changqing asked Xu Zhitian with a quiet smile on his face.

Xu Zhitian was stunned and replied, "Mr. Ye, do you really want to give me this calligraphy?"

Ye Changqing smiled a little angrily: "That's nature." ”

Thump!

As soon as the words fell.

Xu Zhitian, the Purple Green Holy Lord, actually knelt directly in front of Ye Changqing in front of everyone.

"Villain Xu Zhitian, thank you Mr. Ye for giving such a peerless calligraphy. ”

Xu Zhitian's forehead rested on the ground, and he said so generously.

However.

Whether it is Changxuan Zhenren or Yan Tianshan's grandson, when they see this scene, they are all stunned.

To know.

Xu Zhitian is the Holy Lord of the Purple Green Holy Land.

His kneeling means that the entire Ziqing Holy Land is willing to bow down and be subordinate.

That's a lot of significance.

But.

Soon.

When the three of them noticed Ye Changqing, who looked calm and smiled lightly, they suddenly knelt down like that.

"Old Xu, hurry up. ”

Ye Changqing shook his head with a smile, and personally stepped forward to help Xu Zhitian up.

"By the way, let's finally get together, and it's not too early now, I'll invite everyone to eat Black Tiger Hot Pot. ”

Black Tiger Hot Pot?

Time.

The faces of the four of them changed in an instant, and their expressions were full of incredulity.