Munanshan!? Are you Mu Nanshan!? ”

When Chu Zhaozhao heard Zheng Jingtong's words, his eyes immediately widened, and he stared directly at the old man in red in front of him.

"Who is Mu Nanshan, is he very famous?" Song Qingqing on the side frowned and asked strangely.

Hearing this, Chu Zhaozhao glared at Song Qingqing: "It's a shame that you've been in the southern realm for so long, and you haven't heard the name of the peak master of Shenhe Peak?" ”

"Kamigawa Peak Peak Lord?" Chu Qingxiao was also taken aback, his face was strange.

After the battle more than ten years ago, Mu Nanshan left Tianhang Mountain, Tianhang Mountain spent a lot of effort, but he did not find any trace of him, Chu Qingxiao never thought that the old man who was walking with him would be the peak master of Shenhe Peak.

……

"What? Lord Zheng Feng can come here to look at Jiangtai, but I can't come to Mu Nanshan? Mu Nanshan asked with a smile in the face of Zheng Jingtong's questioning.

Zheng Jingtong's face was extremely difficult to see.

His face was no longer the slightest bit of a relaxed look, and he secretly thought that this Mu Nanshan was a notoriously lazy person among the Seven Peaks.

In the early years when he was in Shenhe Peak, he liked to sit there and shake his hands in charge, and handed over all the affairs on Shenfeng to the people below to deal with, and he traveled all day long, or drank and had fun, and there were even rumors that he lingered in the land of Goulan.

After the Great Xia civil strife more than ten years ago, he simply said goodbye, and he didn't know where he went.

There has been almost no news for more than ten years, if it weren't for the soul lamp that connected his divine soul to the extinguished, Kamigawa Peak would have changed the dynasty and established a new peak master.

After so many years, the guy who has not heard from him suddenly came back, and he also appeared in Wangjiangtai, before the battle for the divine sword, if it is said that there is no cat behind it, Zheng Jingtong can't believe it.

"Munanshan...... You want to be your happy immortal of the idle clouds and wild cranes, it has nothing to do with me, but that sword, my daughter ......"

"I don't know why Sword Ancestor chose her, but your daughter doesn't have that Huigen." Mu Nanshan interrupted Zheng Jingtong's words: "That sword doesn't look down on his ......"

His tone was calm, and what he said was straightforward.

Zheng Jingtong heard the sound of his words, and his brows furrowed: "Although my family's bell sound is not a device, but now it has touched the threshold of the Seven Realms, looking at the entire Tianhang Mountain younger generation, there are almost no people who can compare with it." If my bell is not worthy of this sword, then who is worthy? ”

"Sword."

"It's not about cultivation."

"It's the heart." Mu Nanshan replied in a deep voice.

"The sword is like a ruler, equivalent to black and white."

"How can you match the artifact if you persecute the same door like this?!"

Zheng Jingtong looked at Mu Nanshan, who was speaking seriously, he was stunned, and the next moment he seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Times have changed."

"Lord Mufeng, do you still hold the proverbs that have long been destroyed as a dogma?"

Zheng Jingtong smiled shamefully, and when he said this, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and he suddenly showed a sarcastic expression: "Or is it that you Mu Nanshan have selfish intentions and want to monopolize such a divine object?" ”

"I thought you Mu Nanshan was really pure-hearted, but it turned out that it was not profitable and could not afford to be early!"

"What? Failed to ascend to the Ten Realms, and now that he heard that a divine sword was born, he thought about using the sword to prove the Tao? ”

Mu Nanshan shook his head: "Master Zheng Feng, you and I are different, and we can only talk about chickens and ducks." ”

"I think it's better to use the sword to make it right and wrong."

After saying this, Mu Nanshan's body, suddenly there were bursts of majestic sword intent rising up, and at the same time, a golden divine sword also appeared out of thin air behind him at this time, and the golden streamer reflected, shining the mountain road that had not yet been lit up as if it were day.

"Yinhan! Tianhang Mountain ranked ninth among the thirty-six Tiangang Divine Swords. Chu Zhaozhao came to Chu Qingxiao and the others at this time and said softly.

Chu Qingxiao and the others also felt the sword intent wrapped in the golden divine sword, and nodded secretly.

"That's exactly what I mean." Zheng Jingtong said.

As soon as he said this, he stretched out his hand forward, palm down, and stroked it gently.

A purple divine sword also appeared at this time, as his palm slashed.

On the top of the sword, there was a strange purple streamer, and you could vaguely see that there seemed to be a purple python phantom shuttling on the sword.

"Zijiao. In the Tiangang Divine Sword, it ranks eleventh. Chu Zhaozhao said in a timely manner again.

Both of them are powerful in the Nine Realms, and at this moment, they are exerting their full strength, and under the surging sword intent, the entire mountain and forest seem to tremble under this powerful aura.

Before the two of them could make a move, the raging wind spread out like a tide.

The woods on both sides of the mountain road rustled, and Chu Qingxiao and the others were almost unable to stand upright in the aftermath of the collision of powerful qi machines, and they could not move.

In a battle of this level, there is no possibility for cultivators like them to interfere at all.

Even if it is just the slightest aftermath, it may take the lives of ordinary people, and under this majesty, Chu Qingxiao and others can't help but feel frightened.

But just when both of them were urging the sword intent and true qi around their bodies to the extreme, and at the same time they were ready to make a decisive shot.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Suddenly a voice came from the cliff mouth behind him.

It's footsteps.

It's the kind of footsteps that are a little hard, and every time they fall, it seems to take out that manpower, but at the same time they are very determined.

The sound was not loud, but in such a tense atmosphere at this moment, it was extremely clear.

Almost everyone looked sideways behind them at this point.

I saw that on the mountain road leading to Wangjiangtai, an old man was carrying a sword, and he walked from the rugged mountain road in a sissy manner.

His steps trembled a little, and his body bent a little.

But the hand in which he held the sword was so forceful.

But his eyes are so bright.

He was dressed in a green shirt, and in the mountain wind, the corners of his clothes were lifted.

The wine gourd around his waist was swaying slightly.

The hair on his forehead also rose immediately.

He came with a sword.

The morning sun was born behind him, and the golden morning light spread on his shoulders.

It's hot and hot.

As if to set him on fire.

At that moment, he looked like the green-shirted swordsman in that story.

No.

At that moment, he was the green-shirted swordsman in the story.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, he came to Mu Nanshan.

He turned to face Zheng Jingtong.

Resolute gaze.

He urged the little sword intent left in his body, and took a stance, the Liaoyuan Sword in his hand seemed to feel something, and at that moment let out a high-pitched sword roar that he had never seen before.

The voice was clear and bright.

Straight into the sky, through the universe.

In the clear sound of the sword, the old man looked sideways at Mu Nanshan, just like every time back then.

He said.

"Under the throne of Kamigawa Peak, the thirty-eighth generation of inner disciples, Sun Li."

"Come to ...... for the Peak"

"Help the sword!"