Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 329 I have a sword! (78405)

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

As the glow between the two peaks lit up, the monks outside the sword platform were all restless. Countless disciples from Luojian Mountain bowed their heads, and Bao Xiangyang and others showed some respect.

As the figure appeared, a powerful aura encompassed the entire sect, pressing on the heads of everyone present, and even all the noise of wind and rain disappeared without a trace.

The face of the ancestor of Xiaoshan looks like a middle-aged man. He is dressed in cloth and has a sword hanging on his waist. He has no extra accessories. His eyes are like an eagle in the sky. He is neither happy nor angry but carries a terrifying power. pressure.

This suppressive force comes from the tyrannical soul, which cannot be seen or touched, but it can make ordinary people even hope to stand firm, just like Zuo Lingquan did when he first met the Shangguan ancestor in Qihuang Valley.

However, Zuo Lingquan was looked down upon too much by the Shangguan Patriarch. He didn't feel much of this chilling pressure. He even looked at each other calmly. His expression was probably the most relaxed one except for the old Taoist Master Lotus Crown.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan was suspended on the Panlong Wall, looking at the young man in white robe below, but did not speak immediately.

To be able to sit in charge of a sect and serve as the ancestor, one has already understood the rules on the mountain top. People without self-awareness cannot reach this step at all.

Just now, the ancestor of Xiaoshan saw Zuo Lingquan draw his sword, and could not recognize which family's 'Sword One' it was, but he saw that Zuo Lingquan was only at the peak of Youhuang, and even the gold of the five elements was not yet perfect, so he was considered to be four and a half weight of Youhuang.

In this case, the power of the 'Sword One' used is still so powerful, exceeding the average of Youhuang's peak sword cultivators, which shows that this person not only knows Jian Yi, but even touches some peak sword cultivators. thing.

The ancestors of Xiaoshan are definitely among the top few in terms of talent for being able to reach this point. However, it still took a lot of effort to realize the ancestor's 'Jianyi'. Facing the thousands of miles of dangerous peaks beyond the mountain top, they are currently in the stage of exploring the path. The direction is not determined.

The guy below has been able to figure it out to this point. The ancestor of Xiaoshan is 100% sure that he is the direct descendant of a certain great swordsman. He will probably not be able to defeat anyone who can teach such a disciple.

Kill this kid on the spot, and if the enemy's division commander comes over to kill him, Luo Jian Shan will be removed from the list; if he is not killed, if this kid comes over a hundred years later, Luo Jian Shan may still be removed from the list. The other party has this talent.

To fight to the death for a sect trash who is causing trouble, from the perspective of the sect's interests, it's hard to persuade the sect to die. It's worse than the previous ancestor calling out the old sword god.

Therefore, the ancestor of Xiaoshan did not speak angrily, but said to everyone:

"I just heard the disciple talk about the reason for what happened today. Luojian Mountain has adhered to the right path for thousands of years, and many fellow Daoists have done it for all to see. However, no matter how big the sect is, it is inevitable that there will be a few scum, Juejianya, Taoist The ancestral court is not immune. Making mistakes is not terrible, but you must know that you can correct your mistakes. Han Song!"

Under the Panlong Wall, Han Song quickly knelt down on his knees, cupped his hands and said:

"A disciple has no way of teaching his son, so he shouldn't have any selfish motives. Then clean up the family on his own and go to Hanzhifeng to face the wall and reflect on his mistakes."

Everyone present heard this and nodded slightly, feeling that the patriarch was still sensible.

"Killing loyal guards in order to survive is the behavior of evil heretics. Death is not a pity. Those who protect them are guilty of the same crime. Even if they are direct descendants of me, they will not show any favoritism."

After saying this, ancestor Xiaoshan changed the subject:

"But things are of the same Unified Harmony code. There is a scum in the sect. It is natural for you to clean up the sect, but others are not qualified to point fingers."

Ancestor Xiaoshan looked at the white-robed swordsman below:

"Especially because you relied on your cultivation to hide your stupidity in the market and did not reveal your identity, so that the juniors misjudged murderous intentions and used pretexts to kill people. Is it justified?"

Zuo Lingquan was very calm: "Drawing a sword against others is always a matter of life and death. If you don't know this, it's because the sect didn't teach you well. No wonder others don't hold back. Furthermore, if I don't have this kind of cultivation, I just have a stubborn temper. Do you want to die in Duobaotan while the women around you are bullied?"

When everyone heard this, they nodded slightly. No matter how rubbish the sect, they all knew not to provoke anyone who couldn't figure out the details. If he drew his sword first and had murderous intentions, how could he blame the other party for his high moral standards? If this is of low moral character, wouldn't the white-robed swordsman explain it to him?

"Luojian Mountain really has no right to teach. It has already cleaned up its doors. Luojian Mountain will not defend it even a word."

The ancestor of Xiaoshan said in a deep voice: "But as a high-ranking elder, the younger generation has already repaid the family. If no big mistake has been made, shouldn't you give the younger generation a little punishment and discipline to give the younger generation a chance to turn over a new leaf?" Isn’t it a bit excessive to kill someone without saying a word?”

This time, many monks looked at each other and had differences of opinion.

The Taoist skills displayed by the White-robed Sword Immortal must be close to the Jade Level Immortal Venerable. No matter which sect this Taoism is placed in, it is the core teacher.

If we follow the concept of "teaching people to be kind" in the right way, teachers should be kind to the juniors. Even if they don't know the juniors from other families, if they are unhappy, they should discipline them, or they should beat the other teacher, and it would be too shameful to hit the junior with a fatal blow. If you lose your temper, you will also lower your status.

But this is just a matter of getting to know the sects. If they don't know each other, a little brat comes to make trouble, and even draws a sword with murderous intentions and offends several times. Doesn't he deserve to be beaten to death?

Generally speaking, the white-robed swordsman's behavior is natural, but it also means that the old bullies the young, and the older bullies the younger.

However, if Zuo Lingquan is really a fairy elder who is hundreds of years old, he does mean to bully the younger ones, but Han Chupeng is a year older than his father!

Han Chupeng is a junior, he must still be a baby?

Outside the sword platform, Tang Jingxun, Xie Qiutao, and even Zhao Wuxie on the other side had very strange eyes.

Zuo Lingquan did not explain this problem, but said:

"What do you want?"

It is a very offensive behavior not to address the ancestors of the immortal family as 'Immortal Venerable, Immortal Venerable'.

But everyone present is used to it. It is really strange that this white-robed sword fairy can use the honorific title.

Patriarch Xiaoshan was displeased, but he didn't get angry, he just said:

"What you seek in this trip is reasonable. The door has been cleared. But it is true that you ignore Luojian Mountain and kill the juniors. I don't care about the juniors, but you should at least salute to the Jianmen. You said Yes or no?"

To put it bluntly, it's just admitting mistakes and apologizing to each other, and today's matter is over.

This solution seemed to be no problem for all the monks, but they still looked at the white-robed swordsman, feeling that this iron-haired swordsman would not bow to Luojian Mountain.

It turned out to be true.

Zuo Lingquan was absolutely right. He deserved half of Luo Jianshan's favor. He didn't kill Song Qianji just now. He even held back. What apology could he make?

"What if I can't?"

"oh……"

Even though it had been expected, this statement still caused a commotion.

Bao Xiangyang put his hands behind his back, shook his head and said:

"The ancestors have come out, at least give me a step up. This swordsman is really... really domineering, but he still has to be able to fight..."

Others thought the same way.

Ancestor Xiaoshan actually expected that this young man would not give in, and nodded slightly:

"I admit that I am not wrong. I, Luojianshan, will not hold you down to apologize, but it is true that Luojianshan was offended. Swordsmen speak with swords. The matter started with Han Song's nephew. Your Excellency and Han Song had a fight, and you won. , Luojianshan won’t bother you even a single word. If you lose, how about you apologize for this?”

The onlookers all nodded, thinking this was a good idea.

Fighting is the most common way for sword sects to resolve conflicts. They make bets with each other, and if they are willing to admit defeat, there will be no shame in spreading the word.

Several high-level figures even understood why the ancestor of Xiaoshan asked Han Song to go up instead of the sword-wielding elder who was responsible for fighting.

Ancestor Xiaoshan wants steps, and the other party will not admit his mistakes. Luojianshan will just forget it, and it will not save him face. If he fights with each other, the matter will be settled no matter he wins or loses.

The sword-wielding elder is at a higher level than Zuo Lingquan. Relying on the dominance of 'Sword One', he can kill with one strike as expected. Zuo Lingquan also possesses 'Sword One', and in a head-to-head encounter, he has a high probability of replacing those who are immune to attacks. Song Chang wept. The result can only be one pair of deaths, or one death and one serious injury. It is a red-eye, and there is no winner at all.

Even if the ancestor of Xiaoshan can separate the two, there is no guarantee that there will be no mistakes. If the foundation of either party is damaged, there will be endless troubles.

Han Song is the alchemy elder, and the ancestor of Xiaoshan is taking care of him. He is not worried about beating Zuo Lingquan; even if Han Song loses and is accidentally injured by Zuo Lingquan, it will not affect Han Song's handling of the sect's affairs.

Zuo Lingquan had no objection to this proposal and retreated to the other side of the sword platform:

"After the First World War, the matter was written off."

"good."

————

After a while.

Han Song, who was wearing a brocade robe with a slightly gloomy expression, slowly walked onto the sword platform.

Han Chupeng was expelled from the family. Even if he brought the blame on himself, how could Han Song, the uncle, not be a little angry?

However, people who have reached this point have long been indifferent to life and death. Even if their son is dead, he can be reborn, let alone his nephew. Living for more than seventy years is considered a joy and death. Everything is focused on the future of the sect and oneself.

Han Song's cultivation in the early stage of the Youjing Realm, and after learning the opponent's exact realm from his ancestor, he did not lack confidence.

But the deterrence of 'Sword One' is too great. It is invincible in the same territory. If it crosses the border, even if it cannot kill him instantly with one sword, it may still be severely injured if it cannot be avoided.

Fortunately, Han Song understands the art of Sword One - he can kill with all his strength in one strike, and the power is unmatched in the world, but there is only one sword. Once he misses, if he wants to charge up the second sword, no matter how short the interval is, he still needs time to defeat his opponent. If you can avoid 'Sword One', this little distance can kill you thousands of times.

So Han Song didn't have any fear in this battle.

Han Song stood still on the sword platform. Although it was an Immortal Venerable with jade steps, it was still unpretentious. He extended his right hand flat, and a green light condensed in the palm of his hand, gradually turning into a crystal-clear sword, pointing diagonally at the ground.

Pulling out the natal sword in advance shows its solemnity.

Opposite the sword platform, Zuo Lingquan, who was wearing a white robe, still didn't react much. He just put his hand on the hilt of the Xuan Ming Sword and made a 'sword drawn' stance.

Everyone in the audience was a little confused when they saw this scene, but they didn't dare to speak.

Ancestor Xiaoshan above saw Zuo Lingquan's realm and said:

"Facing Han Song, you still don't draw your sword, you are too trusting."

This ‘sword’ naturally refers to the natal sword.

The difference between the natal sword and the sword is that the sword is a foreign object, while the natal sword is a part of the body. The differences in control, perception, feedback, etc. are like touching something with your fingers and touching something with a stick.

People can use wooden sticks to perfection, but there is always a gap compared to fingers, and it takes more effort. This gap is the difference between life and death for a swordsman.

Han Song already had a superior level, and his natal sword was the Supreme Grade Law Treasure. His opponent didn't even take out his natal sword, which was really arrogant.

But Zuo Lingquan couldn't tell outsiders that the 'main wife' was too tight and wouldn't let him pull out.

Moreover, Zuo Lingquan had no intention of using the natal sword. He held the hilt of the sword and said calmly:

"unnecessary."

"Oh..."

Many monks made some noises, but they were used to Zuo Lingquan's extremely mocking tone. Now they just wanted to see if the white-robed swordsman's "Sword One" style could defeat Han Song.

Seeing that the battle was about to start, Bao Xiangyang in the verandah shook his head and said:

"This battle is very uncertain."

Yahe and his wife are not swordsmen, but they have seen many peak swordsmen. Yahe said:

"If you don't take out the natal sword, even if it is an immortal sword, judging from the speed just now, the chance of winning against Han Song is less than 30%."

"Yes, his talent and skills are amazing, but judging from the weather, if he is not at the Jade level, there is a gap in realm. It will be difficult for 'Sword One' to suppress Han Song..."

…

Others had similar ideas. The old Taoist in Shiting made a more direct assessment:

"If you don't draw your natal sword, you will lose this battle. If you do, it will be a three-seven situation. The difference between one level and one realm..."

Before the old Taoist finished speaking, his pupils shrank and he took a step forward! ——

Outside the Shuju Peak, thousands of people stood in silence, staring at the two tiny figures hundreds of feet away.

The cold Sword Intent was rising steadily, spreading out from the sword platform, gradually making the low-level monks' chests feel tight, and they instinctively retreated.

Han Song held the blade of his sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground. After a while, he raised his natal sword. The vertical sword finger of his left hand was pressing the blade of the sword. His feet were ready to attack. This was already the most perfect posture to defend against the enemy. He was both offensive and defensive, staring at the distance. White-robed swordsman.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes showed seriousness for the first time in so many days. He was so serious that he didn't have any distracting thoughts. He also stared at Han Song.

The purpose of deploying the Sword Intent before drawing the sword is to disturb the opponent's mind and find weaknesses.

Zuo Lingquan cannot control the power of the soul, knowing that if he moves, the opponent will be able to deal with it in advance, so he must use the God-killing Sword Intent to intimidate the opponent and let the opponent Spirit Partition, so as to find the opportunity to use the sword.

But Han Song is still a jade-level person, born in the Sword Sect. It can be said that he grew up in the ring, and he has long been accustomed to this kind of game.

As his name suggests, Han Song's body is as motionless as a pine tree, and his breath is even to the extreme. His powerful spirit even interferes with Zuo Lingquan in reverse.

Zuo Lingquan was unable to control the power of the soul, but the strength of the soul was not weak. He was not frightened by the opponent, but he still felt a little restless.

After a long confrontation, Zuo Lingquan lost without using his sword.

Knowing that he couldn't suppress the opponent, Zuo Lingquan thought, and the Xuanming Sword at his waist had already left the scabbard.

Sa——

Almost no one can see clearly how Zuo Lingquan draws his sword, and the same goes for Han Song.

But Han Song relied on the power of his soul to lock Zuo Lingquan's whole body, and he had already taken action the moment the soul wave spread towards his arm.

From the outside, Han Song took the initiative and turned into a cyan phantom, directly reaching the center of the sword platform.

At this time, just like last time, the swordsman in white robe turned into a bright sword light and rushed towards his opponent.

Although most monks can't see the difference, the experts on the mountain can see it clearly.

When swordsmen fight, one step can mean the difference between life and death.

The patriarch Xiaoshan, who was hanging in the air, showed a bit of contempt in his eyes when he saw this scene, knowing that Zuo Lingquan was doomed.

Han Song pre-emptively rushed out, and he already knew the timing and direction of Zuo Lingquan's sword - the sword was pointing at his left chest. Only by rushing a few steps ahead of time can the opponent be able to make a move. If you can't guard against this, then hell will happen.

As for whether the opponent will feint a shot, Han Song is not worried at all, because the opponent cannot cover up the fluctuations in his soul, and will show signs in advance of anything he does, so he is not afraid of unexpected situations.

In an instant.

The white-robed swordsman pushed the ancient and simple sword, which turned into a radiant sword light, and attacked Han Song. The sword energy was like ink, and the point it was pointing at was Han Song's heart.

Han Song's body moved sideways ahead of time, and the sharp blade in his hand was on the side of Zuo Lingquan's sword. While forcibly deflecting the sword, he stabbed at Zuo Lingquan's right chest.

The sword was so strong and swift that it was impossible to turn. Even if it could be forced to deflect a little, it would at most open a blood groove in Han Song's chest and would not be fatal at all.

It can be said that the outcome was already decided before the two of them took action. Even if it was just one level difference, the suppression power of the Jade Step against the half-step Jade Step was so strong that no one could think of any chance of a backhand.

The patriarch Xiaoshan even began to analyze the situation——Han Song didn't go up and directly killed Han Song, and the white-robed swordsman couldn't kill Han Song, so he didn't need to pull...

Even Han Song's mind flashed a little bit of distracting thoughts, thinking about how to smear the other party later, so as to relieve his anger.

But as soon as Han Song's distracting thoughts arose, they immediately turned into shock.

Because something unexpected happened!

And it makes people think about it, and they didn't expect such an accident.

When Han Song was concentrating, he suddenly found that after the other party realized that he couldn't stab, there was a violent wave of spirit and soul in his body.

This kind of fluctuation is very strange, as if the soul was torn apart in an instant, and another arm was forcibly pulled out from the arm.

Humans have only two arms, and if the soul is torn apart, there are two. When the third arm appears, it is a monster, and the body can't do it.

But Han Song clearly sensed that there were two right arms, holding two swords and stabbing at him, and the other was still pointing at his chest!

Han Song confirmed that Zuo Lingquan only had one right arm and one sword, so he couldn't figure out how the opponent used the sword, and he was even wary of the sword on Zuo Lingquan's waist.

And soon, the next move of the abnormal spirit wave came.

The white-robed swordsman was already close. The simple sword came with a sharp edge that could pierce everything in the world, but Han Song's sword hit the side and deflected outward.

Han Song pushed the Xuan Ming Sword, which was condensed with vast sword energy, past him and avoided the "Sword 1" move. But halfway through the push, something incomprehensible happened.

Han Song was connected to the sword. First, he felt that the tip of the sword was empty, and the simple sword seemed to disappear out of thin air.

But the Xuan Ming Sword, carrying a powerful sword energy, was still stabbing forward in the field of vision, and the sword energy had not dissipated, because this sword was originally real.

When Han Song was at a loss, he noticed that the arm of the white-clothed swordsman in front of him was blurred, and another equally sharp sword force appeared out of thin air, pointing at his right chest with an invincible force, and it was already in front of him.

What the fuck? !

Han Song's whole body was numb. He had seen too many people on the mountain in his life, but he had never seen this scene before.

Han Song knew that the opponent had fired two swords, but with the naked eye, the two sword shadows could hardly be distinguished from the front and back. When he pushed away the first sword, the second sword had already reached his chest; if he hadn't noticed the fluctuation of the soul and the sword in advance, The sharp touch will definitely make you think that the first sword is forked.

Ancestor Xiaoshan in the sky was filled with astonishment. He could see all the details clearly, but he still couldn't believe it.

'Sword One' means putting all your efforts into what you have learned. If you have any remaining strength, you can't count it as 'Sword One'. If you cannot improve your own 'Sword One'' killing power, you can only start from other aspects. The easiest one to think of is naturally 'One sword is not enough, then use another sword'.

Ancestor Xiaoshan also tried it before, but after discovering that the interval could not be shortened to the limit, he gave up this path. He never expected that there would be a fool in the world who would do this, and he could actually practice it!

Although it is still possible to tell that there are two swords, it is meaningless to distinguish. The distance between the first sword and the second sword is so short that it can be ignored. He can draw the sword, but Han Song is not that capable of returning to defend again, which is equivalent to a sure kill. skills.

Killing with one sword is the core of "Sword One". Even if you know all the details and all the ways out, your body limit still determines that you cannot avoid it. This is the essence of "Sword One", and this sword is obviously more powerful than the same sword. The 'Sword One' that can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword is even stronger!

The surprise in the eyes of ancestor Xiaoshan was undisguised. He never expected that today, on this occasion, he could see the most brilliant glory of the pinnacle of swordsmanship from the hands of an unknown young junior.

Although in a hostile state, as a swordsman, ancestor Xiaoshan still felt a sense of honor deep in his heart.

Because only the swordsman on the top of the mountain understands the difficulty of this sword.

Not to mention enlightenment, even if you see it, you can say that you have no regrets in this life!

The only pity is that the only person present who can understand the style of this sword is Xiaoshan Ancestor.

The old Taoist in the stone pavilion did not practice swordsmanship, so his eyes showed surprise and confusion.

And the rest of the living beings are just foils under this sword light!

In the eyes of countless onlookers, the scene was no different from the one against Song Qianji.

First, Han Song's sword light flashed, and then the white-robed swordsman turned into a sword light and passed through the Baizhang sword platform.

call out--

The sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon in the sea, but this time there was a little more noise than last time, and it was not so clear.

When everyone saw the figures on the stage clearly again, the scene was exactly the same.

The white-robed swordsman stood in front of the Panlong Wall, looking up at the ancestor of Xiaoshan above. The ancient sword in his hand was slowly put into the scabbard, without any dust on his body.

Cha~~~Ka——

The sword is sheathed.

Han Song, like Song Qianji, stood in the center of the podium with a sword hole in his chest.

Han Song's face was not even horrified and shocked, but full of confusion. He looked down at the sword hole in his chest, as if he was wondering how the sword hole appeared.

! !

Everyone's eyes were dull. They might have guessed that Han Song would lose, but they didn't guess that Han Song's method of defeat was no different from Song Qianji's. They both killed him instantly with one sword.

In their impression, "Jian Yi" shouldn't be so domineering. This goes against common sense.

And beyond thousands of mountains and rivers, there is a white pond with sword energy rising into the sky.

The white-haired old man held the fishing rod and looked at the water below, his eyes calm but focused.

Behind the old man, four men in different costumes were standing or sitting, talking to each other:

"What a fast sword!"

"Who is this guy? I've never heard of him before."

"Ancestor, what do you think of this boy?"

The old fishing man didn't have much expression, he just commented casually:

"Before entering the world of mortals, he has become a saint. His appearance surpasses that of a heavenly being, yet he is close to a demon. Not bad."

"Is this okay?! Then the few of us..."

"You are trash."

"Forehead……"

————

anyway.

Outside the Sword Gate of Shujuan Peak, there was silence for a long time before a roar erupted. Some were shocked and some were amazed. The noisy words resounded throughout Luojian Mountain, and sounded like locusts passing by in the distance.

Han Song didn't know whether his heart was injured or not, but Sword Heart must have been injured. He was stunned on the spot and never recovered. It was not until his junior brother came over to treat the injury that he remained dazed and was helped down.

Because Zhao Wuxie didn't see the details clearly, her feelings were the same as the first time, but there was no difference. She just continued to feel sad.

People who had nothing to do with the swordsman only reacted with surprise.

Female Xiu Yahe had nothing to say and just whispered:

"This Sword Immortal is too...Mr. Sir, why don't you go say hello? There are a few single girls in Yuefu. Although they are high-ranking, their appearance is known to everyone in Huajunzhou. They are just bed warmers and quilts." Concubine, I shouldn’t refuse.”

Bo Yezi shook his head: "Such an ancient swordsman prodigy must be indifferent and love swords like crazy. How can he be interested in a beauty? Don't go up and ask for trouble."

Bao Xiangyang originally wanted to say that there were two girls around the sword immortal, but he was not from Qianqiu Yuefu, so he asked Qianqiu Yuefu to use a beauty trick to lure the sword immortal away, and then beat him back to the Eight-Armed Xuanmen. He was not allowed to be with the ancestors. He committed suicide in front of him to apologize, so he just said:

"I don't even dare to think about the future of such a genius. If he is so strong, he will definitely have a place among the ten Immortal Lords in the future. I don't know which ancestor is so lucky and got such a big advantage..."

…

As today's backdrop, everyone in Luojian Mountain was speechless.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan fell from the sky at some point and stood on the steps in front of the Panlong Wall.

This is the way of spiritual practice. If you have the corresponding strength, you are qualified to speak as an equal. Seniority is not given by the ancestors, but is created by yourself.

Ancestor Xiaoshan was much better than Zuo Lingquan, but he saw the potential of the other person, and his eyes changed from looking at the junior to a Fellow Daoist who was only a little lower than him. This was not appreciation or respect, but it was how it should be.

"My little friend's swordsmanship is worthy of the four words 'reaching the pinnacle'. Today's matter is settled here and will never be mentioned again in the future. In addition, my little friend has become famous in Luojian Mountain, so we don't know each other even if we don't know each other. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will contact you at any time." You can come to Luojian Mountain as a guest."

Ancestor Xiaoshan spoke loudly, suppressing the din of the crowd.

The tens of thousands of Independent Cultivators who had watched the shocking drama all nodded with smiles. The end of this incident was considered a perfect ending.

Talking about truth on the sword platform, the white-robed swordsman talks about winning, accomplishing the goal, and gaining honor and face.

Luo Jian Shan quickly surrendered, and the damned person died. Although he suffered a little loss, it was an honor for such a big swordsman to become famous at his doorstep, even if he was the backdrop, and he might still brag like this in the future—— Zuo Jianxian's reputation in our Luojian Mountain is so great that there are many swordsmen in the world. Don't you think about why Zuo Jianxian singled out me, Luojian Mountain?

As for the settlement of accounts after the fall, as long as Luo Jianshan is in his right mind, there is no way he would settle accounts with the future swordsman because of a loser who corrupted the family tradition and made enemies for no reason.

Anyway, that's the end of it.

In the eyes of everyone, no matter how violent the white-robed swordsman was, he should just give up and leave gracefully. The monks watching were ready to cheer and bid him farewell.

but……

On the sword platform, Zuo Lingquan's expression became more modest. After entering Luojian Mountain, he bowed his hands for the first time and said:

"This matter is indeed settled, but I have another matter that needs an explanation."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

The smiling Ancestor Xiaoshan turned dark; the elder behind him had a stiff expression.

Bao Xiangyang in the distance directly spread his hands:

"What is this? When Yuan Xiaoshan, the ancestor of Xiaoshan, is he really an ape who can only bark on the mountain?"

?

Ancestor Xiaoshan heard these words!

Ancestor Xiaoshan just glanced at the verandah. Bao Xiangyang groaned and quickly bowed:

"The junior has offended, the senior will forgive me."

Ancestor Xiaoshan turned his eyes back, still looking calm and gentle, and said warmly:

"What else do you want to say, little friend? If there are any old grudges, they should have been brought up just now."

Zuo Lingquan said in a plain voice that everyone could hear:

"I was born in Dongzhou. A few days ago, I heard that Luojian Mountain declared to the outside world that 'the swordsmanship in Dongzhou is all heretical'..."

"Oh? Oh! Oh!!..."

Before he could even finish his words, the monks surrounding him were already agitating like thunder.

The few monks who came from Dongzhou went crazy. After being shocked for a while, they began to beat their chests and scream on the spot. Although it is not appropriate to describe it, they were as happy as a baboon!

Zuo Lingquan was interrupted for a moment and continued:

"I have a little interest in swordsmanship. After hearing this, I felt itchy and came here to ask about swordsmanship at Luojian Mountain..."

"...?"

The whole city fell silent again, looking at the gentle and elegant white-robed swordsman in shock.

Asking for a sword?

How many do you ask?

Song Qianji and Han Song have been carried down, and the ancestor is standing on the ground. You still ask about the sword?

Who are you going to ask?

Ancestor Xiaoshan was stunned.

It's not that he's angry. After all, it was his apprentice who said the words. It's natural for people to come to ask questions politely.

But according to the rules, Wenjian has to play three games!

Han Song is lying down, and the talent of Luojian Mountain has withered. There are only four elders left who can play, plus one leader, and three more will be disabled. In the next few years, the ancestor of Xiaoshan will probably have to show his face to fight with The juniors are talking about business and contacting sects for friendship.

But as a sword sect, if people come to the house to learn swordsmanship and can't find anyone to join the battle, even if the brand is destroyed, as long as Luo Jian Mountain is there in the future, some people will make fun of it.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan stood with his hands behind his back, and it was difficult to respond for a while.

Zuo Lingquan was not being aggressive, but Luo Jianshan was taunting Yizhou monks to increase his reputation. He should have known that there would be a dilemma one day.

He was scolded for saying that Dongzhou swordsmanship was all heretical, so he needed to use the most upright way to let Luo Jianshan understand what "the sky is high and the earth is high".

If you feel that losing the battle is nothing more than admitting that "Dongzhou swordsmanship is not a heresy," then you will accept it?

"pick up!"

"Send someone to come to the stage. People from other circles come to ask about the sword. Is it possible that Luojian Mountain doesn't like it?"

"Yeah yeah……"

…

The few monks who came from Yuyaozhou were as crazy as they were, and they were not afraid of being beaten to death. They tried their best to fan the flames, which was considered a bad breath.

Ancestor Xiaoshan knew that he would not be able to overcome this obstacle today, so he had no good solution, so he could only say:

"My apprentice doesn't know the heights of the world, and what he said is indeed inappropriate. It's natural for me to ask about the sword. I have already fought twice, and there is no need to prove my strength. This third game will determine the outcome. Who do you want to ask? Ask about the sword?"

When you come to ask for swordsmanship, you meet the door god in the first two games, and you meet the real Buddha in the last game. Normally, the sword-wielding elder and the head Qingkui will appear.

The meaning of what the ancestor of Xiaoshan said was to let Zuo Lingquan pick an elder to vent his anger on, and the matter would be over. If he really picked the sword-wielding elder, it would be Zuo Lingquan's own thrill. No wonder Luo Jianshan deliberately arranged for people to bully the weak. .

Everyone knew that the last scene was just a show. Luo Jianshan had already given up and there was nothing to watch. However, they still wanted to watch the terrifying scene of the White-robed Sword Immortal's instant kill with one sword. Their eyes were all focused on the White-robed Sword Immortal's eyes. .

But the look in the white-robed swordsman's eyes is... very scary!

First I looked left, then right, and then I landed in the middle...

Bao Xiangyang's eyes widened and he couldn't help but raise his hand and said:

"Eh? Eh? Eh?! Sword Immortal, you...my mother..."

A slap on the forehead!

The rest of the people had similar reactions. The old Taoists all flicked their lotus crowns and looked like they had learned a lot today.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young swordsman dressed in white as snow glanced at the Panlong Wall and then fell on the ancestor of Xiaoshan, who was dressed in cloth.

The left hand of the white-robed swordsman moved from the simple long sword to another long sword with a green sheath. His voice was calm, but it had never made people so frightened:

"I have a sword. I have never shown it to anyone after I mastered it. I don't know how lethal it is. Senior Xiaoshan is here today, so you can master it. If there are any deficiencies, please give me some advice."

"..."

The whole place was silent.

The ancestors of Xiaoshan are all numb!

The ancestor of Xiaoshan stood with his hands behind his hands. The mood of the ancestor at the top of the mountain could not suppress the expression on his face that he was hesitant to speak.

Do you still have a sword?

Two swords have been fired. The second sword can look down on the top of the mountain and shock my jaw. What is the third sword?

Are you ready to open the way to immortality?

Are you still letting me control you? I think you want to scratch my butt with your sword to open my eyes!

And what's going on with this sword?

The one just now looked like an immortal weapon, but this one could be the Heavenly Official Divine Sword?

Then what is your natal sword? Excalibur Sun?

Ancestor Xiaoshan complained for a moment, but then felt that it was not impossible.

This kid has a mysterious background and terrifying talent. He doesn't even know how many other things are hidden in his crotch. He can't even tell if he takes out the Excalibur Sun.

As for discussing swords?

The ancestor of Xiaoshan didn't say that his realm was too high, and it would be embarrassing to take action. If this kid comes up with something weird again, give him a try, and things will be big.

If it was weirder than the sword strike just now, his golden body might be injured if he accidentally struck it.

The talent in Luojian Mountain has withered away, and it is only supported by the ancestor of Xiaoshan. If he is injured, the wolves outside will smell it and come, and there is no way to engage in this kind of battle of spirits.

But it’s okay not to accept it. You can’t say, “Are you worthy?”

With this kid's violent temper, he would definitely beat up all the elders before coming back to him.

Ancestor Xiaoshan struggled for a long time and could only smile bitterly:

"You are brave, little friend. However, there is a hierarchy in spiritual practice. If you don't want to reveal your master's background, I can only blame you for treating you as a senior. It's okay to give you advice, so I don't need to take action."

Zuo Lingquan held the cyan sword and turned to look at the sword-holding elder behind him:

"I have never shown this sword to anyone, so I don't know its killing power. Elder Song can best teach me, but I can't fully control it. If I accidentally hurt my life, I hope Senior Xiaoshan won't blame me."

"..."

Look at what he said. It's so polite. It's definitely not a threat.

The whole audience looked at everyone in Luojian Mountain with strange expressions.

The sword-wielding elder was crying loudly. He was so shocked when faced with the second sword that he was stunned. He still hasn't recovered yet. He even took the third sword with a hammer. He had no fighting spirit in his heart and his face was even uglier than the ancestor of Xiaoshan.

How could Patriarch Xiaoshan let the disciple who was carrying the main beam run to test the opponent's sword speed? Seeing that Zuo Lingquan specifically picked the pillars of the sect to name, he remained silent for a while and then compromised:

"The purpose of discussing swords is to ask each other for advice, but the sight of blood will damage the harmony. Since Changqi has little chance of winning, there is no need to engage in meaningless arguments. This time when asking about swords, Luo Jianshan admits defeat. Yizhou Kendo does not dare to draw conclusions, but Your swordsmanship is indeed superior to Luo Jianshan's."

Having said these words, the ancestor of Xiaoshan is not unwilling. The sword sect speaks with the sword. The swordsmanship shown by the other party can defeat all the swordsmen in Jianshan with the second sword. The previous ancestor and the founder of the mountain may be able to compete with each other. The ancestor of Xiaoshan is indeed No, what is this if not superiority?

Hearing that Luojian Mountain surrendered without a fight, the monks in Yuyaozhou turned into happy baboons again, shouting "Ouch~".

Brother Hua Junzhou didn't feel unwilling to give in, because this sword immortal was so terrifying. They were convinced, but they were a little regretful that they didn't see the elegance of the 'Third Sword'.

Zuo Lingquan achieved his goal and naturally said no more. He released his hand from his wife and pressed the hilt of the Xuan Ming Sword:

"Concession, farewell."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the sword platform.

"Sword Immortal, walk slowly!"

"Congratulations to the Sword Immortal..."

The monks at the foot of Shujuan Peak were respectful and eager. They made way to the left and right, and all greeted them respectfully. Until the white-robed swordsman walked to the edge of the crowd, rose up against the wind, passed through the sect-protecting formation, and disappeared into the sky. of autumn rain.

Ancestor Xiaoshan stood in front of the Panlong Wall with his hands behind his back. He never showed any anger, but looked back with some regret and glanced at a few disciples who were not up to par.

Even if they don't want to admit it, Luojian Mountain has indeed fallen behind, and it no longer belongs to the same era as today's swordsmanship.

Now he is still considered second-rate, but once he dies, Luojianshan will definitely be reduced to third-rate or fourth-rate. After all, how can these few people compete with such a proud man?

Others had different reactions and watched for a long time before gradually dispersing.

Bao Xiangyang had only met this swordsman for three days. Without saying a word, he was impressed by his charm. He wanted to get to know him, but he felt that he was not from the same world. In the end, he could only shake his head and be equally dissatisfied. The Yahe couple, who had the nerve to go up to find a son-in-law, left together.

Among all the people, there was only a young woman wearing a flower hairpin, standing among the group of monks. Her face was different from everyone else - she was very annoyed with her waist, and she was still muttering in her mouth. If anyone could hear her, what she said was :

"What's this? I set up the formation secretly, took the elixirs to prepare Law Treasure, and was just waiting to go out to fight. Luo Jianshan is scared. Didn't I work for so long in vain? He doesn't even know that I have done this. many……"

"Smug."

"Hey? I... I'm happy!"

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