Six hundred meters, a hundred soldiers moved.

Xu Yuntian clenched the white phoenix, it was not an illusion, he seemed to see the dense blades around him and began to tremble, and slowly all the sharp blades pointed at him.

After a pause for half a moment, and without seeing any movement, Xu Yuntian boldly stepped forward.

"Huh!" There was a soft roar, and an ancient sword cracked out of the thousands of hanging blades, shooting straight out.

Xu Yuntian raised his hand to block the ancient sword, and then the ancient sword made a detour and inserted it back into the top of the plank road.

One more step, and two swords flew in.

Raise your hand and block again.

Three steps and three swords.

Four steps are four swords.

Xu Yuntian took a breath, and then started the dragon flowing kung fu, stepped on the ground fiercely, and jumped out of more than ten meters in one step.

In an instant, the blades pointed at him within a hundred meters all shot into the sky, turning into a long dragon chasing after him.

Ten thousand swords are in a killing array.

At the entrance of the Hanging Sword Cliff, most of those young heroes have already returned to the starting point, so they can sit on the wall and watch.

Someone whispered, this Hanging Sword Cliff can only play a role in sharpening martial arts when people below the subtle realm come, and the average immortal genius is not able to handle it when he reaches six hundred steps, even those martial arts masters who are famous in the world, most of them stop at seven or eight hundred steps.

Another humanitarian: "The people who have stepped on these thousand steps are all figures at the peak of martial arts, even on this Zhanlu Mountain, there has never been a single one in the past thousand years." ”

"I don't know what kind of sect this person is. ”

The young man who had withdrawn earlier snorted disdainfully and said, "What kind of Tianjiao, so arrogant, leading ten thousand swords into battle, I think he is going to fold under these ten thousand swords." ”

The people around looked at the young man in surprise, and then shook their heads imperceptibly.

People are most afraid of being superficial and not knowing it.

"Look, the scribe has reached six hundred paces!" exclaimed.

Immediately, everyone looked over, only to see that the plain-clothed literati had reached a position of six hundred steps silently, and was looking at Xu Yuntian, who was pulling ten thousand swords in front of him.

Then the plain-clothed scribe tried to take a step forward.

The wind and waves were calm, but the ancient sword that was inserted into the mountain stone again around it did not move at all.

Everyone was amazed, could it be that this person's talent was so high that he couldn't make a sword out of a stone.

The scribe walked again, and the ten thousand swords were still silent, and then he strode forward, without this ten thousand swords killing array, he was naturally extremely relaxed.

Xu Yuntian landed in one step, and Bai Huang blocked the closest flying swords behind him. Jumped up again and did not land again.

With the power of the flying sword that flew back to the mountain stone, His Royal Highness Gongzi's whole person was like a flying swallow, parrying left and right, and not time to borrow those knives, guns, swords, and halberds as stones to settle down and take a step, and quickly rushed to the end of the Hanging Sword Cliff.

Behind him, the plain-clothed scribe was unhurried, as if strolling leisurely.

Seven hundred cloths!

Eight hundred steps!

Nine hundred steps!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps!

Falling to the ground with a snap, Xu Yuntian finally crossed the thousand-meter Hanging Sword Cliff, and the tens of thousands of blades behind him suddenly froze, and then they all turned around and plunged back into the previous mountain rocks.

The entrance to the plank road has exploded.

"Leap over the Cliff of the Hanging Sword!"

"There is another person in the world who is destined to be the pinnacle of martial arts?!"

"No, it should be two, and the plain scribe is coming to an end. ”

And the chivalrous warrior who spoke out with disdain before saw that no one noticed him, and quietly slipped out along the mountain road down the mountain.

Xu Yuntian stood at the end of the Hanging Sword Cliff and looked at it, the plank road had reached the end, and at the end, a huge stone statue of the Xuangui camel stele appeared in front of him. The turtle raised its head to the sky and roared. There is no text on the stele, and the moss spreads to the third part of the stele. In the middle of the stele, a blunt sword covered with stone moss was inserted.

Legend has it that the sword worn by Ou Yezi, the patriarch of the Zhanlu Mountain School, is a four-foot-six inch, the sword body is as secluded as an abyss, and there seems to be a dragon lying in the abyss, called "Dragon Yuan". Ancestor Ou shattered the void with the peak of the god and human realm, and even the divine sword was missing, seeing that this ancient sword was exactly four feet six inches long, could it be that the seven-star dragon abyss?"

Xu Yuntian turned to look, but it was the plain-clothed scribe who also stepped over the thousand-step Hanging Sword Cliff and came behind him.

The plain-clothed literati bowed again: "I have seen His Royal Highness Gongzi." ”

Xu Yuntian is not surprised how this person recognizes himself, there are not a few people in Tiannan who know his face, and there are also a lot of people who have seen his portrait in Zhongzhou. After carefully combing through his mind again, and making sure that he did not know this scribe, he spoke, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The plain-clothed scribe grinned, with a fierce battle intent in his eyes, and said, "The descendants of the Yan Kingdom are unmatched. ”

Looking at the frantically burning battle intent in Xiang Wushuang's eyes, Xu Yuntian understood, like those sect families who had been ploughed by the king of Nanzhou, and even the four major vassal states. Which one didn't want the lives of their two fathers and sons, but this peerless alternative, unlike Qi Yunyan, he couldn't see the slightest hatred in his eyes.

Xu Yuntian hid the dagger in his sleeve and said with a light smile: "The first son, Xiang Wushuang, has admired his name for a long time, please give me advice." ”

Xiang Wushuang's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "That's exactly what I mean! His Royal Highness Gongzi is in the Mahayana realm, and I am in the subtle realm, how about I take advantage of the Mahayana to fight His Royal Highness Gongzi?"

He also said: "The prince of Fang Cai led ten thousand swords into battle, at this time, it must be very consumed by internal breath, why don't you rest for a while before fighting?"

Xu Yuntian shook his head and said, "It's okay, you can make a move." ”

Although he had just drawn ten thousand swords, according to the level of internal breath of ordinary Mahayana realm exercises, it should be consumed, but the ancient secret method he practiced was not ordinary, and the leap just now was just a coincidence, and the consumption was only two or three percent of internal breath. At this point, the effort between the words has already been half restored.

Xiang Wushuang's eyes brightened, and he slid out an iron fan from Xiuzhou, and said, "Then Wushuang will take advantage of His Royal Highness Gongzi!"

After speaking, the fan spreads like a sharp blade.

Xu Yuntian secretly said so quickly, and then the white phoenix drew out, and in an instant, it stabbed dozens of times on the iron fan, but only stabbed dozens of shallow dents on the iron fan, and he didn't know what material this iron fan was.

But he didn't know that Xiang Wushuang had the same doubts in his heart, as the first prince recognized by the people in the world, his vision was naturally not comparable to ordinary people, as early as four hundred steps, he could see that the strength of His Royal Highness this prince was almost invincible in the Mahayana realm, and after six hundred steps, it was even more proof of his idea.

Although this iron fan is not a divine weapon, it is also much stronger than the general strange blade, and it is also a famous weapon.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves have passed.

Xiang Wushuang's moves became more and more aggressive, one after another, with the momentum of a thousand waves surging, and after several superpositions, Xu Yuntian gradually felt a little overwhelmed.

His Royal Highness Gongzi's heart turned sharply, the murder knife he cultivated was the least good at fierce battles, and he would definitely be defeated if he continued like this.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves have passed.

Xu Yuntian looked for an opportunity and sold a flaw without a trace. Sure enough, Xiang Wushuang's iron fan turned and the portable wind cut towards his waist and abdomen. If this is implemented, His Royal Highness Gongzi will inevitably end up with the separation of the upper and lower bodies.

The flaw is naturally a false move, Xu Yuntian raised his body slightly, and squeezed the cut iron fan aside with a mistake in his calf, and the white phoenix in his hand was sent out, but it was already on the neck of the descendants of Dayan.

Xiang Wushuang looked at the silver-white blade on his neck, and collected the iron fan in his hand, but found that he couldn't take it back, only to realize that this strange blade in Fang Cai's hand was almost destroyed, so he simply lost the iron fan in his hand, and said calmly: "His Royal Highness Gongzi's hard work is really good, but I am defeated." ”

Xu Yuntian smiled, put away the white phoenix on Xiang Wushuang's neck, and said: "Xiang Gongzi is a good kung fu, if it weren't for me taking advantage of the sharpness of the blade in my hand, I'm afraid I would be defeated by you in a hundred moves." ”

Xiang Wushuang laughed and said: "If you lose, you are defeated, Xiang Mou's skills are not as good as others, but His Royal Highness Gongzi is not very consistent with the rumored reputation of having no ambition and no martial arts." ”

Xu Yuntian said with a smile: "It's just a misunderstanding of the people of the world. ”

"Then you're lying to the world. ”

After speaking, Xiang Wushuang turned around and looked at the Hanging Sword Cliff of thousands of steps, and said, "What Xiang doesn't understand is that this Hanging Sword Cliff, why is it only nine hundred and ninety-nine steps? ”

Xu Yuntian looked back, the Thousand Steps Hanging Sword Cliff was quiet, and all the knights who had been unable to move forward and withdrew were standing in front of the plank road, looking at each other from a distance.

Kilometers are a little far away, and it is evening, and there are blurry shadows in the distance, which is not real.

He slowly walked to the turtle statue of the camel monument, walked around twice and looked carefully, and suddenly found that there was a boy carved behind the tail of the turtle statue with a touch of fine grass, so he took a look at the fine grass.

It was three small words, and Xu Yuntian said loudly: "Kneeling Immortal?!"

Xiang Wushuang stepped forward and frowned, "Could it be that the previous nine hundred and ninety-nine steps were all taken, and this last step should be kneeling in front of the stone turtle to make a thousand-meter view of the sword?"

Xu Yuntian sneered: "The person who set up this stone turtle is so scheming, my generation of martial artists is not a high-minded and arrogant person, if a thousand steps of the Hanging Sword Cliff break through, to kneel down to this stone statue in this last step, wouldn't it be self-defeating." ”

Xiang Wushuang quipped: "Your Royal Highness Gongzi, this is a huge opportunity, Long Yuanjian can be obtained by kneeling, Childe, are you not impressed?"

His Royal Highness Gongzi looked up at the blunt sword that was obliquely inserted on the stone tablet, and the stone moss fused the blunt sword and the stone tablet into one, but he could vaguely feel a faint sword path from the sword, as if it came from outside the sky, and a sword was inserted into the stone tablet. The sword intent will not disperse for thousands of years,

Then he shook his head and said: "If you don't take this last step, Tiannan Erlang kneels to heaven and earth, parents kneel to ancestors, and kneel to this immobile fake king, it's too ridiculous." ”

Xiang Wushuang walked to the front of the stone turtle, touched the mossy head of the turtle and said: "Speaking of which, this Longyuan Sword Master Ou Yezi still has a relationship with my Great Yan ancestor, if there is no Ou Yezi, there will be no Great Yan for 1,200 years later." It deserves my worship. ”

After saying that, Xiang Wushuang took two steps back, brushed away the dust on his head and shoulders, knelt heavily on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "Xiang Wushuang, the forty-second prince of Dayan, worships immortals!"