Chapter 42: The Purpose of the Return of the Capital (1st Update)

Knocking on the sword in the sky, it's just three words, but when it comes out of the old man's mouth, it carries a sword intent, peerless sharp. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The old man took a deep look at the piece of jade and said, "Where did you get this thing?"

Looking at the old man's serious appearance, Tang Feng answered truthfully and recounted the situation that day.

"Is it the Sea Clan? Yes, the one who once said that the Jiaolong has been to the North Sea when he has killed the Jiaolong everywhere. ā€

The old man sighed, his eyes complicated, and he had a kind of respect for the one who left the sword marks.

Then, he looked at Tang Feng and said angrily: "That idiot of the Sea Clan shouldn't know the value of this sword mark, otherwise he would never have given it to you, you kid is lucky." ā€

"Please make it clear. ā€

Tang Feng asked, knowing that this Knocking Heaven Sword was absolutely extraordinary, perhaps more amazing than the old man's eighteen-style sword moves.

The old man threw the jade back to Tang Feng, fell into memory, and said softly:

"I think you should know that kendo has been in decline for more than many years, and there have been new stars rising, but after blooming for a while, they all fell without accident and failed to reach the peak. ā€

"However, a hundred years ago, there was such a swordsman, holding a river crossing pawn, swept through the Eight Desolations, so that the entire rivers and lakes could not raise their heads, and really reached the top, pushing the sword path to the extreme again. ā€

"The Bermuda Sea in the East Pole, the Ancient Realm in Antarctica, the Million Mountains in the West Pole, and the Dark Snow Peak in the Arctic are known as the four forbidden places in the world, but they have all left the footprints of this person and the legend of this person. ā€

"Since that sacred battle that led to the withering of the way of the sword, no one in the world dares to call him a sword god, but that one dares and deserves it, not only my human race respects him as a sword god, but also respects him as a sword god like the demon clan and the sea clan. ā€

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes showed a touch of sentimentality, he is also a sword learner, but it is a pity that he missed that period of time, and he has never seen the only sword god after the Divine War.

"This sword mark turned out to be left by the sword god. ā€

Tang Feng was also in a trance, since he entered the world of monks, he had heard countless legends about that sword god, but he didn't expect to come into contact with his inheritance now.

"You got this piece of jade, and I recognized it, it is also a kind of fate, maybe fate should be like this?"

The old man looked Tang Feng up and down, as if he wanted to see him thoroughly.

Being looked at like this by a sloppy old man, Tang Feng was a little awkward, so he could only break the embarrassment and asked tentatively:

"Senior, do you mean that I have a relationship with this Heavenly Knocking Sword Technique?"

There was a kind of excitement in his heart, that sword god still has countless myths in the rivers and lakes, which is enough to show the power of this sword knocking on the sky.

"Maybe. ā€

The old man was sighing, but quickly put away his emotions, glared at Tang Feng, and said:

"Boy, let me tell you, this sword is a sword mystic, and I have never heard of it, so don't expect me to teach you. ā€

Tang Feng was dumbfounded, a little embarrassed, he has a lot of enemies now, Xu Tianwen, the great eunuch Sun Pinglu, etc., are all great masters, so they are eager to improve their combat power.

At the same time, he was also a little disappointed, if he couldn't comprehend it, it would be like guarding the treasure mountain and not being able to enter, which made people anxious.

The old man hesitated for a moment, but finally seemed to have made up his mind, and said, "However, I can tell you a method that may be useful. ā€

"Senior, please speak. ā€

Tang Feng was delighted, if he could learn to knock the Heavenly Sword, then his combat power would soar again.

"Tianxuanmen. ā€

The old man looked very indifferent at the moment, and said: "Tianxuanmen should still have a sword mark of the Heavenly Sword, as long as you find it, the two sword marks confirm each other's enlightenment, it should be feasible." ā€

"Of course, this is based on sufficient talent, but I think you kid, I guess it won't work. ā€

In the end, he added that although the words were sarcastic, they were actually joking, a manifestation of closeness.

Tang Feng is also accustomed to this, this old man seems to really look down on him, and always likes to belittle him for a few words.

"Thank you for your advice. ā€

He saluted, and his demeanor was very respectful, because this old man had a cold face and a warm heart, and he was very attentive to his guidance in the way of the sword.

"Okay, show me the secret technique of the blossoming of that thought, this technique is very wonderful, it will not be weaker than the Knocking Sword. ā€

The old man said this, very interested in the secret art of the ruthless emperor.

Tang Feng did not hesitate, he did not hesitate to exhaust all his spiritual power, and seriously evolved the ruthless secret technique, and for a while, the fragrance of flowers in the middle of the lake was bursting, and at the same time, it was accompanied by the sword qi.

It wasn't until dusk that Tang Feng walked out of the Huxin Building, his face was a little pale, which was a manifestation of excessive consumption of spiritual power.

In a wooden corridor, he met Xue Wenjin again, Tang Tiannan did not punish him after returning home, and wanted to hand it over to Tang Feng to solve it himself.

"Hmph. ā€

When Xue Wenjin saw Tang Feng, he still didn't have a good face, but snorted coldly, and there was mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Tang Feng frowned slightly, but he didn't pay attention to it, and walked away indifferently.

Xue Wenjin is actually just a chess piece of Xu Tianwen, and he can't be put on the table, so it's not worth his attention.

"What are you proud of, a catastrophe is coming without knowing it. ā€

Ignored by Tang Feng, Xue Wenjin's face turned blue and white for a while, and his eyes were a little vicious.

"I thought that I was very good at civil and military affairs, and sooner or later I would die early, encounter a catastrophe, and there would be no bones. ā€

Xue Wenjin sneered, looking at Tang Feng's eyes, there was a deliberate pity.

"Offending me again and again, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Tang Feng lowered his eyebrows, if it weren't for the fact that Xue Wenjin was Tang Tiannan's righteous son and had contributed to the desolation, he would have already killed this person.

"You still want to kill me?"

Xue Wenjin's expression was exaggerated, as if he suspected that he had heard it wrong, which was annoying.

"My esteemed Royal Highness, who do you think you are? It's just an empty shelf, you won't be able to control a million iron horses in the future, and your end is doomed to be bleak. ā€

He was disdainful, believing that he had merits in the army, and his words were mocking and undisguised.

"Really?"

Tang Feng was very disgusted with Xue Wenjin, and he didn't want to talk to him at all, so he drew his sword directly.

Airplanes.

The soldiers crossing the river trembled, with an inky halo, and the cold air was cold.

He didn't use the rest of the secret techniques at all, this sword was very simple, but it made Xue Wenjin's scalp tingle.

"You're too big. ā€

Xue Wenjin knew that Tang Feng was not what it used to be, but the two of them cultivated the same, and Tang Feng made him extremely angry and felt that he was being despised like this.

"Repression. ā€

The white jade fan in his hand turned into a heavenly knife and slashed at the river crosser.

Burst.

There was no suspense, the pawn crossing the river was unstoppable, destroying the white jade fan, and drawing a bloody hole on Xue Wenjin's chest, faintly visible Sensen's white bones.

"To deal with you, such a sword is enough. ā€

Tang Feng opened his mouth indifferently, in fact, this was the result of his withdrawal, otherwise Xue Wenjin would die directly, and there would not be the slightest chance to resist.

At his point, it is difficult to find an opponent in the same realm.

"I see how arrogant you can be, hehe, the holy decree of the capital has arrived, you just wait to be punished. ā€

Xue Wenjin coughed up blood and felt a sense of frustration, but he was narrow-minded, and at this time he still wanted to see the scene where Tang Feng was punished by the Holy Decree.

"yes, thanks for the reminder. ā€

Tang Feng looked calm, put away his sword, and left.