Swish!

As soon as the words fell.

A sword light appeared on Song Feng's neck.

"Give you another chance to reorganize your language, who's a few hundred years old?"

Yan Wushuang held the sugar gourd in one hand and the sword in the other, and said coldly.

"Calm down, calm ......"

The corners of Song Feng's mouth twitched, and he smiled bitterly: "It was my slip of the tongue just now, I just passed my four hundredth birthday, and I have some Alzheimer's. Little junior sister, don't be like me, an old fellow."

"Humph!"

"You know each other."

Hearing this, Yan Wushuang snorted coldly and withdrew the iron sword.

Song Feng wiped his cold sweat and glanced at the iron sword with palpitations: "It is worthy of being the best divine sword, it is indeed right that the master handed it over to you."

"I'm afraid you're very close to your peak now, aren't you? I'm old, and I'm no match anymore."

He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

I don't know if I don't try, but I'm shocked when I try it.

Judging from Yan Wushuang's sword just now, it has surpassed the original by too much!

Now she is probably not far from the peak sword immortal!

If it breaks through, it means that you have stepped into the ranks of the real super powerhouses, and you will be strong in the standard merge realm!

"How can the pinnacle be so easy to get into?"

"If you want to step into that realm, give me another hundred years!"

Yan Wushuang licked the sugar gourd and said casually.

But in fact, he was already cursing Yang Fan in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

That little bastard cut down the purple gold sword bamboo that he was going to use to break through the peak sword immortal!

That's the key to advancing to the pinnacle of the Sword Immortal!

"Not long ago, news came back from the Great Wilderness Realm."

"The people of the Tianyin Sect have reappeared!"

At this time, Song Feng's expression suddenly became solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

When he spoke, there was hatred!

And Yan Wushuang's action of eating sugar gourds also came to an abrupt end!

Rumble!

A sky-high killing intent rises!

"Where?"

Yan Wushuang's eyes once again showed purple and gold, his voice was as cold as ice, and the terrifying sword momentum spread out for thousands of miles in an instant!

"Little junior sister, calm down first!"

"Now we are not the opponents of the Tianyin Sect, those guys are from the upper realm, and we can't deal with them at all!"

Seeing this, Song Feng hurriedly persuaded him.

"But they killed the master!"

Yan Wushuang said angrily.

"Hey!"

"Little junior sister, of course I know that they killed Master, and besides, I will never forget this blood feud in this life!"

"But our Confucian Academy can still exist now, it was the master who exchanged his life for it, if you act impulsively, it will only make all that his old man did in vain!"

Song Feng said bitterly.

Hearing this, Yan Wushuang's eyes were red, and then he looked up to the sky and roared angrily:

"Tianyin Sect, *** your mother!"

You wait for me!

When my aunt and grandmother break through the peak sword immortal, I will find you to settle the account!

"When it comes to revenge, we need to think long-term."

Song Feng saw that Yan Wushuang vented the anger in his heart, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice:

"Today's Tianyin Sect, the highest cultivation is the Mahayana, and we want to take revenge, unless we can show equal combat power!"

He looked at Yan Wushuang, and his voice was solemn:

"Little junior sister, our senior brother, only you have the highest talent, I hope it is in you!"

Hearing this, Yan Wushuang clenched his fists tightly.

How could she not know this?

The reason why the Sword Academy was blocked was also because he was imprisoning himself, always reminding himself to work hard to cultivate and not to die in vain.

But even if it is Nu

After so many years, her progress is still slim.

The purple gold sword bamboo that he had worked so hard to cultivate was also cut down by Yang Fan.

If you want to break through again, it will be even more difficult!

"Combined Mahayana ......"

"Unless I can break through the level of the Peak Three Swords, otherwise, it's no fun!"

Yan Wushuang also showed a bitter self-deprecating expression.

Peak Sword Immortal, there are still subdivisions!

From low to high, there are nine swords for the difference!

The first three swords correspond to the three small realms of the combined realm.

The middle three swords correspond to the three small realms of the Tribulation Realm!

As for the last three swords, they correspond to the realm of the three laws after the tribulation!

When it reaches this realm, the sword immortal can condense the sword technique and leave a name between heaven and earth, which is ......

Titled Sword Immortal!

"If only my Confucian Academy could have a peerless sword immortal to sit in charge."

Song Feng was silent for a moment, and then couldn't help but tease himself.

"You're thinking about fart!"

"Peerless Sword Immortal? The Titled Sword Immortal is in front of you, and it can scare your out! Still a peerless sword immortal?"

"The last peerless sword immortal in my Kunlun fell in the Great War of Gods and Demons, and there have been no other peerless sword immortals in thousands of years, do you still want to get one to come over and sit in the Confucian Academy?"

Yan Wushuang smiled ruthlessly: "That's the supreme being with the qualification to ascend, your face is really big!"

"Ahem!"

"Little junior sister, I'm a few hundred years old anyway, can't you save me some face?"

Song Feng coughed a few times in embarrassment and said with a wry smile.

"In the future, talk less about this kind of nonsense, I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to help but cut you!"

Yan Wushuang glanced at Song Feng speechlessly, then shook his head, looked at the sky, and suddenly smiled:

"However, although there is no peerless sword immortal, my Confucian Academy should be able to produce another peak sword immortal!"

Peak Sword Immortal!

"You mean...... Yang Fan?"

Hearing this, Song Feng's pupils shrank, and he looked at Yan Wushuang in surprise.

He knew that Yang Fan's kendo talent was very strong, but he didn't expect that he would get such a high evaluation from Yan Wushuang!

"Let's see, he may lead my Confucian Academy to a new peak, a peak that surpasses what the master has suppressed......

Yan Wushuang didn't answer, but his smile became richer and more complicated.

……

"I'll go!"

"Senior Brother Yang, you're too good!"

"I haven't seen you for an hour, and you've become the First Son? Doesn't that mean that I'll have thighs to hold in the future?"

Jin Yuan Bao followed behind Yang Fan, chattering and arguing all the way, and the fat on his face couldn't hide the excitement that was visible to the naked eye!

Yang Fan triggered the holy list, and the matter of leaving a name in the curtain has completely shaken the Confucian Academy.

Even if it is an aunt who sweeps the floor, she knows that there is a holy son head in the Sword Academy!

"Thighs?"

"If you don't want to be beaten, I suggest you keep a low profile and don't mention my name."

Yang Fan pursed his lips and reminded.

He is well aware of his position, and now he has the strength to match Wang Sheng, or even stronger.

But at the end of the day, it's a newcomer!

Newcomers are a group of people who have attracted much attention.

No one is willing to accept the fact that they are surpassed by a new person, especially those who are sons and daughters.

What's more, I'm so weak to drop scum!

The Holy Son of the Pseudo-Jindan?

Unheard of Lao Tie.

If nothing else, Yang Fan could even guess that someone had already been to the Sword Academy, and it must be a saint-level person!

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Fan was extremely aggrieved!