"Sect Master, who is Pei Jian who shot in front of him, and why is the disciple looking at the people around him with extremely strange expressions, and he has a deep jealousy. ”

In the dense and ant-colony warship of the North Sea, a young monk asked the question, and then an older man squinted his eyes and answered:

"This Pei Jian is a madman, a madman who is obsessed with swords, kills his wife and son!"

When these words fell, the people around them showed extremely frightened expressions, and then looked at the gray-clothed figure standing in front of the white line in front of them, with a solemn look, it is true that the word killing wife and children gives people a lot of pressure.

"This Pei Jian was originally just an outer disciple of a small sect in the Central Shangguo, and his real name was not Pei Jian, but one day when he was forty years old, he was suddenly enchanted by the sword, and even in the name of the sword, he began to constantly challenge sword cultivation in various places.

Although the victory and defeat were half at the beginning, he was always able to escape with his life, but at the age of forty-five, he ushered in the second turning point, in order to purify his sword heart, he openly beheaded all his family members, including his wife and children, in the name of Yixin. ”

"This is a sword maniac!"

After hearing this, the young disciple muttered, and then the sect elder beside him nodded, and the voice continued to speak:

Since then, his personality has changed greatly, he is silent in gray clothes on weekdays, but if he encounters a sword cultivator, he will come forward to fight to the death for no reason, and he will not stop without cutting off the latter's sword, according to him, in the whole world, there is only one sword that can be left, and that is the sword in his hand. ”

"It's biting like a mad dog, are the sword cultivators of the Central Kingdom turning a blind eye?"

"Of course not. ”

After saying this, these older sect cultivators looked at Pei Jian in front of them with a more complicated look in their eyes, and continued to speak:

Pei Jian fled into Fufeng County outside the Central Shangguo, and then was cut in the hurricane of Fufeng County for nearly ten years, and finally comprehended Qinglan Kendo, and since then, he has returned to Tangdu, killed all the enemies, and was included in the list of Shenji Pavilion, known as the Sword Crazy Master.

"This sect master thought that Yi Pei Jian's temperament would be like-minded with the third child who was also a madman in the Central Kingdom, but he didn't expect to be under the seat of the fourth prince, which was really weird. ”

Before the old sect master's words fell, the sea surface of the roaring sword aura in front of him changed again, and Pei Jian, the gray-clothed man who completely drew his big sword from behind him, raised his sword and pointed directly at the sword student standing on the sea in front of him, and a hoarse voice came out:

"I have a feeling that as long as I kill you, the way of the sword can be done, maybe I can step on that bridge. ”

"What! This Pei Jian actually regarded this battle as his own battle of enlightenment, which means that the masked human race has an extremely strong kendo cultivation, maybe I can see a top kendo duel in the world. ”

When the exclamations sounded one after another in the formation of monks in the Taixuan Land, behind Sima Annan, the red lips of the sword standing with the sword lightly opened, and the young female voice that made everyone frightened came out:

"Master Sima, please retreat!"

"You turned out to be a woman, it was really beyond the expectations of the Venerable Master, the woman used the sword, more than soft and not strong enough, I hope you will not disappoint me. ”

The cold and hoarse voice continued to come out of Pei Jian's mouth, and then this sword madman, who was not tall, stepped forward with his sword raised his foot in front of everyone's eyes, and stepped across the dazzling white line above the sea.

This white line is the line of life and death, and it also means that this piece of Beihai will once again float with the blood and broken sword of a sword cultivator!

"The one who crosses the line dies, the sword lives, and the sword is killed!"

Sima Annan's murderous voice resounded in the sky, and in the next breath, all the monks who were watching all this Taixuan Land Monk's eyebrows jumped suddenly, because the endless violent sword qi instantly encompassed every inch of the void in the North Sea in front of him, but it was not Jian Sheng who took the lead, but Pei Jian, who grinned openly, revealing a look of extreme excitement and excitement.

The big sword in Pei Jian's hand is cyan all over, but this kind of blue is not the rippling blue of the blue waves, but a hazy gray blue like a mist swirling among the green mountains, and then this gray and green sword slashed through a mysterious trajectory in the void, stabbing directly at the sword in front of him.

"Divine Power.Fog Kill!"

The gray and blue sword light trail in Pei Jian's hand directly dialed a sword path law unique to the Taixuan Land in the next breath, and then in the entire sea void, a huge sword of law condensed from countless Lan mist suddenly appeared, wrapped in the power of vast cutting and annihilation, and stabbed straight down towards Jian Sheng.

The sea between Pei Jian and Jian Sheng, because of this earth-shattering Qinglan sword qi pouring outward, directly separated from the middle to both sides, looking at it from a distance, it was as if a huge wound had been torn out.

Inside the blue-gray Lan sword that was frantically approaching the sword life, countless cyan mist were tumbling, and each grain of mist was condensed by a small sword with a dense handle that swam like countless small fish, and at the same time, the small sword contained a shocking edge that was enough to break through the incomparably strong scale armor.

"This is what Pei Jian has comprehended, the unique Qinglan swordsmanship, which integrates speed, edge, and concealment, condenses into a sword, disperses into fog, and cannot be prevented, and once it is solid, countless fog swords are added, and it is extremely impossible to get out. ”

Among the army of monks in the Taixuan Land, there are not many sword cultivators with long swords on their backs, so many of them are extremely familiar with Pei Jian, and they opened their mouths to speak, and then the rest of the sword cultivators with extraordinary cultivation opened their mouths and added:

"Pei Jian's supernatural sword moves are just like his people, they are outright crazy demon plays, once they are pressed, they don't care about life and death, like a tsunami of continuous offensive waves, extremely difficult.

"Therefore, among our sword cultivators, we all understand that the key to fighting with it is to find a way to avoid this first mighty impact of the Lanwu Killing Sword, and now I don't know if this mysterious Sunken Immortal Mountain Human Race can have this insight. ”

As soon as this person's words came out, all the monks around him nodded one after another, high-level monks with similar realms, especially sword cultivators who lived and died in the slightest, every subtle decision could determine the final life and death.

Then the eyes of the countless monks in these Taixuan Land were directly condensed on the sea, on the slender figure that was completely locked by the Killing Divine Power, but in the next breath, the pupils of these monks shrank slightly, and they subconsciously muttered:

"This person is motionless, could it be that his cultivation is shallow, and it is difficult for him to break free from the qi machine?"

I saw that this ethereal and vast sword of Lan Mist had already crossed half of the void, but the black-robed sword with an extremely petite body was still motionless above the sea, and he didn't even draw the sword in his arms, as if he hadn't reacted at all.

"Draw your sword, what are you doing in a daze, draw your sword quickly!"

Ma Cang, who was sitting paralyzed in the cage, roared wildly in his heart, at this moment, he was infinitely eager for Pei Jian to fold his sword here, so that he still had a glimmer of life at all.

Lan Wu's sword qi tore through the void, almost blasting the girl into a sieve in the next second, and after an instant, Ma Cang's frightened gaze suddenly changed, and the color of ecstasy suddenly appeared on it, and he even opened his mouth to let out a roar:

"My son's life should not be extinguished!"

At the same time, the sword student standing on the surface of the sea raised his right hand forward, his slender and white fingers opened, and a cold voice came out:

"Stop!"

After finishing speaking, the Lanwu Dao Sword, which was originally moving forward violently, instantly changed from movement to static, stopping in front of him, unable to advance an inch, just like a hunting dog that had been completely tamed.

Jian Sheng can tame all the swords in the world, because now she is the master of the sword!