Chu Xifeng's face finally changed, he looked at Su Changan, and said in a daze: "Why do you have his breath on you?"

"His breath?" Su Changan repeated, he didn't understand what Chu Xifeng was referring to.

"I just realized it! You have his sword intent on you! He's not dead at all!" Chu Xifeng's eyes showed a hint of fanaticism, like a moth chasing flames, and finally saw the fire in the dark night.

"Master, he's really dead. Su Changan explained, he was suddenly a little sad, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of the man in front of him or because of Mo Tingyu, who had died, "This sword intent was left in the sword intent star spirit that the master gave me." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"Sword Intent Star Spirit" Xiahou Shuyu muttered, the brilliance in her eyes suddenly began to flash, and the eyes looking at Su Changan became strange.

"Sword Intent Star Spirit, you are talking nonsense, don't listen to the rain and it's not a star, where did the Sword Intent Star come from" Chu Xifeng's voice suddenly became inaudible, the madness in his eyes slowly faded, and a shocking emotion suddenly climbed up his eyebrows.

"You mean, he became a star!" he asked, Su Changan, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

"Yes. The master has died as a star, and his soul has returned to the sea of stars. Su Changan didn't quite understand what kind of feelings Chu Xifeng had for his master, and he seemed to be hostile, but he felt that Chu Xifeng was really sad about his master's death.

This news can be described as earth-shattering! As for how Mo Tingyu killed the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan, people have made countless assumptions. But they never thought that Mo Tingyu could become a star, two years ago, he was only twenty-nine years old, and since ancient times, he has never heard of such a young star. Even a hundred years ago, when the human race was at its most dazzling, there were as many as 100 stars, and there had never been such a demonic celestial pride.

"Star Death! You actually cultivated into Star Death!" Chu Xifeng raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he could see Mo Tingyu's heroic soul. "You are not the most prestigious genius of the human race in a hundred years! Xu Rang, Luo Yu'er, Hou Ruyi, Hua Fei, do you know, he actually cultivated into a star! Hahaha!"

Chu Xifeng laughed wildly, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Being born in the same era with Mo Tingyu is both lucky and unlucky. He is like a mountain pressing on the shoulders of every monk of his generation, no matter how hard you run, when you look up, all you can see is his back getting farther and farther away.

Now he's gone, leaving behind an incredible legacy that can only be admired by those who once tried to catch up with him.

In the end, Chu Xifeng gradually calmed down, those wandering sword intents were restrained, and the official road outside Tianlan Academy was restored to peace.

But Xiahou Shuyu and his party were still very nervous, they looked at Chu Xifeng, not knowing what kind of crazy move this man would make in the next second.

"Do you have his inheritance star spirit on you?" After a long time, Chu Xifeng finally said.

"Yes. Yes. Su Changan nodded.

"Have a fight with me. Chu Xifeng said very seriously, his knife was pulled out, and the blade was snow-white, shining with a terrifying light.

"En?" Su Changan was obviously stunned, he couldn't see what Chu Xifeng's realm was, but from the knife intent he unintentionally released, he could know that the man in front of him was obviously too much beyond the Nine Star Realm.

"I haven't gathered spirits yet. Su Changan tried to emphasize his realm to him and change his attention.

"You are Mo Tingyu's apprentice, he owes me a debt, you have to pay it back. Chu Xifeng was unmoved, and said to himself.

Su Changan was speechless, he felt that what Chu Xifeng said was very reasonable, but he was indeed not his opponent. "But I can't beat you, count you as winning. ”

Chu Xifeng frowned and said, "Mo Tingyu's apprentice is so virtuous, I haven't beaten him, how do you know that you can't beat me." ”

Su Changan was stunned, he never thought that he would meet someone who could be more reasonable than himself. For a while, I couldn't find the words to refute Chu Xifeng.

"In this way, I profess my spiritual power, and we only compare moves. Chu Xifeng saw that Su Changan hadn't spoken for a long time, and seemed to feel that he was a little bullying, so he said again.

Su Changan smiled bitterly secretly, the moves he knew were all superficial things that he learned from Liu Dahong on the way here, nothing more than basic things such as sweeping, splitting, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, chopping, and sudden. The only trick Mo Tingyu has taught him, he only learns the knife fur, and he has relied on Mo Tingyu to leave strength on the knife once in the past two years.

"I" Su Changan was about to open his mouth to refuse, but an old but angry voice came to mind.

"Promise him!" the voice said.

Su Changan was very surprised, he turned his head to look around, except for Chu Xifeng and Xiahou Shuyu, he never saw any other figures.

"Don't look, I'm not here. The voice seemed impatient, "You just have to meditate on what you want to say in your heart, and I can hear it." ”

"Are you the ancestor of Master Yuheng?" Su Changan asked in his heart, he could think of such a magical ability, but he knew someone with him, and it was only this Lord Yuheng who had been famous for a long time.

"The kid isn't too stupid. The voice said.

"But I haven't gathered spirits yet. Su Changan frowned, and said silently in his heart.

"If you promise you, you will agree, can the old man still harm you?" The dissatisfaction in the voice became more and more intense.

"Okay then. Su Changan was helpless, although he had never met Yuheng, but because Yuheng was Mo Tingyu's uncle, Su Changan had an inexplicable closeness and trust for Yuheng.

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you a paragraph, and you will repeat it to the Chu family boy. The voice said again.

Chu Xifeng had been waiting for a long time and hadn't waited for Su Chang'an's response, he lifted the knife and pointed at Su Changan: "Boy, should you or shouldn't!"

At this time, Su Changan suddenly raised his head, and he smiled at Chu Xifeng, with an unparalleled confidence. He said aloud, "I promise you! But you have to promise me one thing!"

"What's the matter?" Chu Xifeng frowned and asked.

"You are a swordsman on the same level as my master, and you are my senior. Although he is willing to self-proclaimed cultivation to compete with me, after all, he has been practicing for too much longer than me. If this wins me, then it should be. But if the juniors are lucky enough to beat the seniors, what should I do?" Su Changan was not in a hurry, and repeated Yuheng's words.

"What do you want?" Chu Xifeng was a little unhappy, he naturally knew that even if he won Su Chang'an, he would not be able to win, but Mo Tingyu had become a demonic obstacle in his heart, if he didn't fight with his successor Su Chang'an, I am afraid that there would be a lot of obstacles to his future cultivation.

"It's very simple, boy, if I win the seniors by luck, I hope the seniors will enter my Tianlan Academy and be my sword Taoist teaching. ”

When Chu Xifeng heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper. Although he is a martial idiot, he is not completely ignorant of the world. At this time, the Great Wei appeared to be peaceful and peaceful, and it seemed to be calm. However, the two true national pillars of the Great Wei Dynasty, Yuheng and the Holy Emperor, are both in the waning west, and there is an undercurrent surging under the prosperous Chang'an City. When he entered Tianlan Courtyard, he chose the Yuheng lineage, and the stakes could not be exhausted in one word. But he didn't think he would really lose to Su Changan, so he hesitated slightly, and then said, "Okay, I promise you!"

Xiahou Shuyu was very surprised, a lot of things happened in front of this Tianlan Academy today.

For example, Mo Tingyu turned out to be a star death, Su Chang'an contained Mo Tingyu's inheritance star spirit in his body, and Chu Xifeng, who had disappeared for several years, suddenly returned to Chang'an City. These are not trivial matters, and even each and every one of them deserves to be taken into by the Holy Emperor himself. But compared to these, Su Chang'an's daring to take Chu Xifeng's battle book is truly appalling.

The Tianjiao of the previous generation, if it weren't for Mo Tingyu, a demon who was born out of nowhere, he would definitely be a figure like Gu Xianjun and Mu Guiyun of this generation. When he went to the Western Regions more than ten years ago, he was already in the Morning Realm, and now that he has returned from ten years of penance, how advanced should the realm be? And Su Changan, although he is an apprentice of the Heavenly Sword Mo Tingyu, and even has his inheritance star spirit in his body, but in the final analysis, he is just a country boy who has not gathered spirits. Such a person dared to fight with Chu Xifeng, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xiahou Shuyu would definitely think it was a fantasy.

Xiahou Shuyu was a little distracted, and she didn't come to her senses until Su Changan walked in front of her.

"Can I borrow your sword for a while?" Su Changan said, his eyes as clear as a pool of spring water.

"Huh??oh. Xiahou Shuyu's face turned red inexplicably, and she subconsciously handed over the sword in her hand.

"Thank you. Su Changan respectfully took the sword, turned his head, nodded at Chu Xifeng, and said, "It's okay." ”

I saw Su Changan holding the sword across his chest, his body slightly sideways, the index finger and middle finger of his left hand together, and leaning lightly on the seven inches of the sword body.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Xifeng's eyes, Su Changan's posture seemed to be casual, but in fact, he could attack, retreat, and defend, whether it was the placement of the sword or the standing posture on his feet. This is not at all the attainments in kendo that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy should have, but more like a master who has been invading kendo for many years.

Chu Xifeng faintly felt that something was wrong, but for a while he couldn't figure out what was wrong. But he is a swordsman, and he can't figure out the problem, and his usual solution is to cut off one of the knives.

So he moved, he kicked the ground with both feet, and the knife in his hand slashed at Su Changan at an extremely tricky angle.

This sword is powerful and heavy, even if the spiritual power is sealed, the strength in his physical body is extremely strong, even an ordinary nine-star, even a monk in the Prosperous Morning Realm, he can also defeat it with the strength of his physical body and the fierce sword technique. He believed that if this knife went down, Su Changan would definitely lose on the spot.

Not only him, but everyone present also thought so. The power of Chu Xifeng's sword, even Xiahou Shuyu, who had the highest cultivation in the field, thought that he couldn't take it. But for some reason she was a little unbearable, although she didn't like Su Changan, but when she thought that Su Changan was likely to be shaken into pieces by the power of this knife, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Su Changan faced the roaring knife, but he did not dodge or dodge. His right hand holding the sword turned, grasped the hilt of the sword on the back, and slashed forward to meet the thunderous sword that was gripping.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Chu Xifeng's face, his sword was powerful, and it was definitely not something that a young man who had not yet gathered his spirit could take. He could think of many ways to avoid this knife, but Su Changan used the stupidest method. He knew that if this knife went down, Su Changan would inevitably die on the spot. He tried to collect some strength, he didn't want to kill Su Changan, Su Changan was Mo Tingyu's apprentice after all. Although Chu Xifeng has always regarded Mo Tingyu as his opponent on the path of cultivation, the opponent is not an enemy, and even faintly he feels that Mo Tingyu is more like his friend.

Clang!

There was a crunch. Knife meets sword.