The swordsmanship of the Great Xia Dynasty has a total of nine realms.

The top ten sword gods are all in the ninth realm.

Yang Feng practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years and entered the sixth realm.

Of course, this is inseparable from Yang Feng's talent.

At the old site of the Lieyang, on the second day of the silence, Yang Feng once again stepped into the door of the Lieyang Sect.

The old man didn't appear, and when Yang Feng walked a few steps, he suddenly heard a cough from behind.

The old man was not like the previous fairy wind bones, and his plain white robe was stained with blood.

He held the sword in his hand, and his gaze was firmly locked on Yang Feng.

Yang Feng had no doubt that as long as he took another step, the old man in front of him would definitely end his life with a sword.

"Hey, hey! The seniors, the juniors don't mean to be offended, they just care about the seniors."

Saying that, in order to show his sincerity, Yang Feng also handed a glass of water to the other party.

The old man did not take the water, but sat down quietly.

looked at Yang Feng and looked at each other.

"Ahem! Seniors."

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, there was a sound of horses' hooves outside the door.

The old man glanced at Yang Feng, holding a sword, and blocked the door of the Burning Sun Sect.

Yang Feng found a place to hide.

"Senior, it's dangerous outside, let's avoid the limelight first, and then you're injured too, aren't you?"

The old man ignored Yang Feng's words, his robe was stained with blood, and his expression was so resolute.

Yang Feng didn't understand, this was obviously a dilapidated site, and there would be nothing, why was this old man so stubborn?

During Yang Feng's hiding, the old man took out his sword.

Only this time, the old man's sword was slower than any time.

The man who led the cavalry flew and dismounted.

The sword pinned to his waist, unsheathed.

The two swords collided, and the sword in the old man's hand trembled, and finally shattered to the ground, but the sword in the hand of the cavalryman who drew the sword did not stop, and the sword was about to pierce the old man's heart.

Poop!

A sword, in front of the old man.

"Sun?!"

This scorching heat, this sharp breath, the old man will never forget for the rest of his life.

"Boy, who are you to meddle in my business, do you know who I am?"

Yang Feng, who heard the words, was full of displeasure.

"I don't care who you are!"

After Yang Feng picked the opponent's sword away, he held the old man in his arms.

With a sword just now, Yang Feng had already tried out, and the swordsmanship of this person in front of him was at least in the Seven Realms.

He was able to compete with the other party, relying on the might of the Sun Sword.

"Okay, then you can die!"

The cavalry leader, with a sword in his hand, killed Yang Feng.

The swords of the two collided together.

The two sides are evenly matched.

"Where did the young man from the mountain village come from, his swordsmanship is so superb, and the sword in his hand ......?"

Man, the more he fought, the more frightened he became, at first he still had the upper hand, but now there was a faint momentum of suppression.

It's incredible.

The old man's gaze also shifted from the Burning Sun Sword to Yang Feng.

"Like, too much, he must have lied to me."

The old man muttered.

After more than ten rounds of fighting with the man, Yang Feng fell into a decline.

The realm of swordsmanship, one realm and one heavy sky, even if there is a scorching sun sword in hand, there is no matching swordsmanship, it is in vain.

"Boy, your time of death has come, don't worry, after you die, I will treat this sword well."

The knight also saw that Yang Feng's swordsmanship realm was not high, and he was able to make the young man in front of him deal with him for so long, relying on nothing more than the sword in his hand.

"Lend me the sword."

A voice sounded in Yang Feng's ears.

Yang Feng, who knew that the situation was critical, did not hesitate, and threw the scorching sun in his hand towards the position where the old man was standing.

"Sword

It's mine!"

The knight also understood that this sword must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the old man, otherwise there would be no suspense about the outcome of this battle.

Bang dang!

The Sun Sword fell steadily into the hands of the old man.

Scold!

The hall is full of three thousand drunken guests, and one sword is cold in fourteen continents.

A sword pierced the man's throat.

After the man fell to the ground, the old man jumped onto his horse and slashed dozens of cavalrymen.

And all this, Yang Feng has a full view.

Grunt!

This is a real murder sword, without any bells and whistles.

It's simple, crisp, and doesn't drag on at all.

"What's your name?"

After the old man had done everything, he walked up to Yang Cover like a man with nothing to do and asked questions about the first time the two met.

"Yang Zhong's son, Yang An!"

This time, Yang Feng didn't plan to continue to hide it, because the other party could not only see the Burning Sun Sword at a glance, but also help him break the siege, which meant that the other party had a lot to do with his dead cheap father.

"Follow me."

The old man glanced at Yang Feng deeply, returned the Burning Sun Sword to Yang Feng, and opened his mouth rarely.

Yang Feng suppressed the doubts in his heart and followed closely behind the old man.

One old and one young, continue to go deeper into the old site of the Burning Sun Sect.

It didn't take long for the two of them to come to the dry well.

"Go down."

The old man still cherishes words like gold.

Yang Feng didn't ask much.

Followed.

It turned out that inside the ancient well, there was a tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, there was a bright light.

Yang Feng walked along the tunnel.

Passing through the tunnel, it's a different world.

Compared to the former site of the Sun Sect, this place is even more desolate.

The tomb is a very simple loess tomb.

There are also some houses, which are all bamboo buildings.

And there were many fields, and there were peasants, women, and children in the fields.

Yang Feng now vaguely understood why this old man was guarding the door of the old site of the Burning Sun Sect.

"Sun Village."

The old man seemed to have guessed what Yang Feng would ask.

"Sun Village?! Could it be?"

"This is the legacy of the Sun Sect, but I don't want his life to be disturbed again."

The old man looked at Yang Feng and said seriously.

"I know, but I have to find Chen Kang, that is, my uncle, I want to practice swordsmanship and avenge my father."

"When is the time for retribution? The swordsmanship never ends, and even if you become a master of the Ninth Realm, you won't be able to fight the whole world."

When the old man heard Yang Feng's words, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Senior, is this the solution? Can you keep it for a while, can you keep it for a lifetime?"

Oh, yes!

Can he hold on for a while, for a lifetime?

Even he couldn't remember how many waves of cavalry it was.

With his current physical state, he can support it for five years at most, and he will run out of oil for five years, and he will definitely not be able to continue to protect it.

When the time comes, Lieyang Village will also be discovered.

"Humph! That's not your father...... The Sun Sword in your hand provoked it."

The old man was rarely a little choked, and Yang Feng's words made him think a lot.

"No, senior, you're wrong, it's the human heart! There is nothing wrong with the sword, it is the people who are wrong, and I handed over the Burning Sun Sword today, as long as this Great Xia Dynasty does not change hands, there will be one day in the future, the Hanmang Sword, the Zique Sword, and the Dragon Bird Sword......

"You're trying to ...... It's impossible, when your father was at his peak, he was the sword god at the peak of the Nine Realms, and he was not sure, and you were even more unrealistic."

Yang Feng's words hit the old man's inner defense line and overthrew the rule of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Unless the nine great sword gods in the world join forces, there must be soldiers and horses.

This kind of thing, once leaked out, then what awaits is endless pursuit.

"Along the way, the people have complained, and the people are not able to make a living, so why not overthrow this rotten rule, establish a new dynasty, and return the people of the world to a peaceful and prosperous era."

Yang Feng is still brainwashing the old man, judging from the swordsmanship shown by the old man before, the old man in front of him is definitely a master of swordsmanship, and he must get his support to recruit troops.

"What do you want to do?"

"Haha! Senior, do you agree? The kid is shallow, and he asked his seniors to show the way for the kid."

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Yang Feng also let go of his tough tone.

"You! That's up to you, but if you do, there's not much time left for you." ap.

After the old man finished speaking, he lowered his head and muttered for a while.

"I'll take you to see something."

Soon the two arrived, an old building.

Inside, many swords are displayed, as well as some armor.

The old man walked up to a set of golden goose feathers and stopped.

Removed this set of Yanling armor.

"This is what my father and I got back then, the defense is amazing, your father was wearing this set of armor at the beginning, for the Great Xia Dynasty, to expand the territory, and to dominate the Great Xia."

Speaking of this, the old man sighed deeply.

"Senior, you are so familiar with my father, don't you know the name of your predecessor?"

"The old man's surname is Chen, and his single name is a Kang character."

Chen Kang, it turns out that he is the Chen Kang that my mother asked me to find.

Hearing that the other party was Chen Kang, Yang Feng was overjoyed.

"Hey! That's all I can help you with right now."

"Uncle Shi, please teach me swordsmanship!"

Yang Feng knelt on one knee.

"Get up, good boy, if you want to improve your swordsmanship, I have a way, but you have also seen the current situation in Lieyang Village, and there are barely some battles, and only I am the only one left, so I can only show you a way, and the rest is up to you to go by yourself, and you can take this set of armor with you."

Chen Kang helped Yang Feng up.

"Uncle Shi, don't say that, you've helped me enough, and I don't even know how to repay your kindness."

Yang Feng said seriously.

"Good boy, what are you talking about, hey! If that hadn't happened...... Forget about these old things, by the way, how has your mother been doing all these years?"

Chen Kang asked with concern.

"Thank you! Uncle Shi cares, my mother and I have been able to get along all these years, but my mother is sad and sad because of my father."

Yang Feng mentioned that his mother was a little sad.

"Xiao An, put away the sword and armor, with these two things, the one from Wugang Mountain will accept you as a disciple, he was a close friend of your father in the early years."

After tidying up.

Yang Feng left the Lieyang Sect and embarked on a journey to Wugang Mountain.

Along the way, Yang Feng didn't dare to waste time and raced against time to practice swordsmanship.

Half a month later, he came to Wugang Mountain.

An inn at the foot of the mountain.

"Little Er, bring all the good wine and meat in your inn to the master."

Yang Feng, who had just arrived at the inn, noticed the owner of this voice.

It was a middle-aged man wearing armor and a bearded face.

He also had a large sword pinned to his waist.

At the table with him were several men in armour.

"Brother Long, you said that guy Wu Qian, he knows each other, and obediently hand over the Dragon Yin Sword Spectrum and the Burning Sun Sword Spectrum?"

"If he dares not to pay, it is disobeying the holy decree, not to mention that he has one Wugang Mountain, even if he comes ten more, the saint will also destroy him."

Yang Feng heard them discussing the martial arts of Wugang Mountain, and he needed to know that this time, Chen Kang asked him to come to Wugang Mountain to find the martial arts of one of the top ten sword gods who were famous all over the world in the past.

Wu Qian's sword is the Dragon Yin Divine Sword.

whereas

These two people actually said that the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty asked Wu Qian to hand over the Dragon Yin Sword Spectrum and the Burning Sun Sword Spectrum.

The purpose of Yang Feng's trip was the Burning Sun Sword Spectrum, and these two people didn't need to think about it to know that they were the eagle dogs of the dynasty.

But since they found here, they must be mentally prepared, don't grab the sword spectrum, and throw their lives here.

In the voices of the two exchanges, they did not hide their contempt for Wugang Mountain.

After eating, he hurriedly left a few taels of silver, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Yang Feng also paid and followed without a trace.

Walking on the path up the mountain, Yang Feng noticed a horseshoe print on the ground.

"Is the Great Xia Dynasty already so impatient?"

According to rough estimates, this team is no less than 200 people.

It can be seen that they are determined to win the sword spectrum.

"I don't know how about the military reserves in Wugang Mountain?"

Two hundred cavalrymen, many of them, masters who have stepped into the six realms and seven realms, the sword god is a man after all, not a god.

This is no longer the immortal cultivation realm where Yang Feng is located, even if he knows how to use magic powers, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

On the way up the mountain, Yang Feng thought a lot and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Wait for him to reach the top of the mountain.

The corpses of hundreds of cavalrymen lay on the ground.

Blood soaked the earth.

A cavalryman in armor, kneeling on the ground.

He also had a sword stuck in his chest.

At the end of the blade, a sword inlaid with a golden dragon.

And it was a man who held the hilt of the sword.

Dressed in red bubbles, a face that is almost demonic.

The most intimidating thing was his pupils.

Bloody.

"Boy, Yang An has seen the Martial Sword God!"

Yang Feng untied the black box he was carrying behind his back and the armor in his baggage.

Respectfully bow to the other party.

"Are you...... His son?!"

When the Yang Mansion was robbed, Wu Qian learned the news and started to rescue, but unfortunately Wugang Mountain was too far away from the Yang Mansion, so it was two days late.

When he arrived, there were only corpses all over the ground.

In the end, after burying the Yang Mansion, he began to assassinate the eagle dogs of the dynasty everywhere.

That day, he dug three feet into the ground, and did not find Yang Zhong, Su Jin, and their newborn children, he wanted to go to the dynasty to save people, but he failed five times.

In desperation, he returned to Wugang Mountain to accumulate strength.

"It's me, Martial Sword God."

"No, who sent you?"

After Wu Qian recovered, he didn't trust Yang Feng's words, and after a while, his eyes fell on the two things in front of Yang Feng.

Sun Sword, Yan Ling Golden Armor.

Back then, Yang Zhong was revered as the sword god of the Burning Sun, because of the name of his sword: Burning Sun.

What's even more legendary is that the sun was strong and stubborn.

To this day, Wu Qian is still vividly remembered.

Dressed in the golden armor of the wild goose, the sun is out of the sheath around his waist.

The Great Xia Dynasty, half of the territory, can be said to be the credit of Yang Zhong.

Now, the son of the deceased, a young man, is heroic, and there are seven points of resemblance between his eyebrows.

"Are you really Brother Yang's son, Yang An?"

Originally, Wu Qian didn't dare to believe it, but after seeing it with his own eyes, Yanling Golden Armor and Blazing Sun Sword, he let down the guard in his heart.