At the foot of the Goddess Peak, on the east bank of the Sword Pond, Wang Shen stood alone in the middle of the empty field, surrounded by a dense group of people, from the time when the ten thousand swords flew back to the top of the Goddess Peak, to the time when the white mist dissipated and the embarrassed Wang Shen reappeared in shape, almost no one spoke.

Everyone seems to be waiting, but no one knows what the result of their wait-and-see will be after all, perhaps many people are curious about what will happen to this young man who calls himself Wang Pingchuan who made such a scene on Wushan.

Although it is still a sword meeting, according to the rules, Wang Shen won Tang Lian, and everyone else can step forward to challenge him, but no one does this, and even those Wushan swordsmen who have been eager to try it have no idea of taking a step forward at this moment.

The reason is very simple, because the top of the goddess peak just fell and ten thousand swords hung above Wang Shen's head, but these ten thousand swords were blocked by Wang Shen by some means, and he didn't seem to have any injuries on his body except for some damage to his clothes. On the rivers and lakes, the legend of Wushan Sword Pond can be said to be well-known, more than a hundred years ago, the Wushan autumn rain that drifted into Jiangling City was not groundless, at least more convincing than the legend of the sword fairy in the mountain thousands of years ago.

But such a Wushan sword rain that even the Southern Tang Dynasty army could force back, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel a little thunder and rain.

Could it be that the power of this ten thousand swords has become weaker?

But everyone just felt the terrifying power that could even be said to destroy the world when the ten thousand swords fell, if Wang Shen didn't stand there, I was afraid that the ten thousand swords that flew from the sword pool could tear apart the ground on the east bank of the sword pool.

That is, this kid really cultivated to the sky, and even the sword pool and ten thousand swords that made the entire rivers and lakes jealous stopped?

It is also impossible, because although Wang Shen seems to have a good cultivation, he also narrowly won the battle with Zhu Jianjun Tang Lian, and this is still when Zhu Jianjun is injured. With this kind of sword momentum flying together, I am afraid that the four great sword monarchs may not be able to stop it together.

Some clear-eyed people have shifted their gaze to the white mist rising from Wang Shen's body, they naturally know that there are some powerful magic weapons in this world that can be used to defend against the enemy, if this is the case, coupled with Wang Shen's cultivation and amazing swordsmanship displayed at a young age, I am afraid that his identity background is not unusual.

can find trouble in Wushan, and it seems that he is still prepared, all over the world, Wang Shen's origin is afraid that he can't escape those places.

Everyone was suspicious in their hearts, and Ju Jianjun, who was in charge of presiding over the meeting, also didn't say a word, as if he was waiting for something.

After about a cup of tea, there was a new movement on the Goddess Peak, and I saw that the two brilliant sword lights that had just chased ten thousand swords to the top of the peak flew down again, one of the swords flew back to the south bank of the sword pond and then made no sound, while the other sword was directly roaring towards the east bank of the sword pool.

The long sword swept the air, as if deliberately trying to show the momentum of Wushan, the sword light passed through, the sky was broken, and the birds were shocked, and everyone was shocked by this huge momentum.

When this quaint long sword flew into the field, a surge of sword qi emanated from the sword and swept away in all directions. Affected by this sword aura, everyone present couldn't help but retreat a few points, and only a handful of people in the crowd could still stand motionless under this sword aura, including the gray-haired old man who went up to Wushan with Zhu Qiaoqiao.

But the gray-haired old man also seemed to have spent a lot of strength to resist the impact of this sword qi at this moment, his face flushed, and when the sword qi passed for a while, his face returned to normal, staring at the long sword in the distance and said coldly: "Beilu Mei Sword Monarch, it really deserves to be the head of the four monarchs of Wushan." ”

And Zhu Qiaoqiao, who was beside him, was also taken aback by this sudden sword aura, she patted her chest in shock, and said, "Master Gu, what is the origin of this sword? Why are you so arrogant, you can't attack that little brother Wang, right?"

The gray-haired old man said in a deep voice: "This sword comes from the north of the sword pool, it should be the Mei Jianjun who lives in seclusion in Beilu, it is rumored that this jun is the oldest sword monarch in Wushan, so it seems that his cultivation is still far above the two sword monarchs of bamboo and chrysanthemum." However, even if Wushan wants to attack the kid surnamed Wang, it will not be at this time, although this kid has damaged Wushan's face, all the means are reasonable and appropriate, and he has not done anything out of the ordinary. ”

When Zhu Qiaoqiao heard this, he immediately grinned and said, "That's good, otherwise if they dare to do it, Miss Ben will come forward to uphold justice!"

The gray-haired old man did not answer, but watched intently as the situation in the field developed, and after the long sword entered with unparalleled momentum, a deafening voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"This and the opening of the sword meeting will be stopped, since the Donglu Bamboo Sword Monarch has been defeated by others, then the position of the Sword Monarch should be vacant. Since it is a rule, my Wushan will naturally not be destroyed, but the position of my Wushan Sword Monarch is not something that ordinary people can obtain, in view of the fact that the Bamboo Sword Monarch was injured in the first battle, so the position of the Donglu Bamboo Sword Monarch will be suspended for four years as an exception. Four years later, at the next sword meeting, this winning friend can face all the heroes as the Donglu Bamboo Sword Monarch. ”

The voice was a little old, but it was deep and distant, as if it sounded from all corners of this Wushan at the same time, and then poured into everyone's ears word for word.

Especially Wang Shen, who was closest to the long sword, and the person who spoke seemed to be deliberately targeting him, and every word he said hit his chest hard, making him feel that there was a boulder blocked in his chest for a while, and he was extremely annoyed.

By the time the words were over, the long sword was gone, and only the valleys of Wushan still reverberated with the rich aftermath that shook the heavens and the earth.

This ending was beyond everyone's expectations, but it was reasonable to think about it carefully, as the surrounding discussions gradually rose, Wang Shen felt that his body was empty for a while, and then the depression in his chest rushed to his head, and he fell to the ground and lost consciousness in the middle of the whirlwind.

When Wang Shen woke up again, he found himself lying in an elegant bamboo hut, and there were two people standing in this room besides himself, who were staring at each other with wide eyes, and did not seem to notice his awakening.

"Gan...... Miss Gan ......"

Wang Shen struggled to get up, his mouth was dry and he wanted to find saliva to drink.

But before the willing people in the room could speak, the girl who was looking at her on the side turned into a breeze and appeared in front of Wang Shen in an instant, and then the other party stared at him with bright eyes, and asked eagerly: "Ah! You finally woke up, are you okay?"

When the girl got closer, Wang Shen recognized her, it was actually Zhu Qiaoqiao, the young lady of the Zhu family from Nanhou Mansion in Jingjiang Town, whom she had seen at the Wushan Ferry.

Zhu ...... Hello Miss Zhu. ”

Wang Shen replied with difficulty, although he barely sat up from the bed, he found that his whole body was empty without a trace of strength, and what shocked him even more was that there was no trace of vitality in his dantian qi sea, and the entire qi sea seemed to be hollowed out.