Song Qianji held the sword, rubbed his fingers in his sleeves, and was silent for a moment, but he still put the sect's face first and said coldly:

"Is that so? Then I want to see if your sword is really as fierce as your mouth..."

Before he finished speaking, a wind suddenly rose above the sword platform.

Song Qianji, wearing a brocade robe, took a step forward again, and the sword in the sheath was unsheathed half an inch at the same time.

Snap

Everyone breathed slightly, knowing that they would soon see a duel that would surely travel to the north and south.

But what they didn't know was that the next scene would also be the famous town Qianqiu!

Because this is the first sword left by Zuo Lingquan to the Jiuzhou land and even the entire path of cultivation!

call out

The sword roars like the roar of the dragon in the sky!

Before everyone could tell what was going on, they found a sharp edge that made people's spine chill and suddenly came to their eyebrows.

This situation shocked the monks in the high realm who were reacting quickly and shivered, and instinctively tightened their bodies to defend against the enemy. Even the Taoist wearing a lotus crown subconsciously moved back half an inch, showing surprise on his face.

When the swordsmen on the top of the mountain fight, they feel the sword intent, they have already gone out and will not give you the chance to react in advance.

Everyone saw a dazzling sword light appearing on the sword platform, but the core is ink black.

The sword light flashed past, as if it had instantly divided the entire sword platform into two halves.

The white-robed swordsman who was originally standing on the side of the sword platform disappeared.

Just the moment the sword light flashed, the white-robed swordsman had already crossed the hundred-foot sword platform and arrived at the other end, before the Panlong Wall.

Almost no one saw the process of drawing the sword clearly. When they saw the figure, the white-robed swordsman was already standing on the other end, holding a simple long sword in his right hand, slowly putting it into the scabbard and looking upwards.

At this time, the energy has not even spread.

Kakka

The sword platform where the sword light passed by cracks appeared from the place where he was originally standing and spread forward. After a moment, it spread to the back of the standing swordsman.

The monks outside the sword platform also felt a sharp sword energy coming from the surface, like the bitter cold wind blew, making the flesh and blood hurt on their faces!

Then, the formation above Luojian Mountain began to stir up violent ripples, and even the sea of ​​clouds and rain curtains above the sky moved.

This sword moved up and down to shock the fields!

The sword intent of the sky made the white-haired old man fishing by a pool in Huajunzhou open his deep eyes and look here.

In the middle of the sword light, Song Qianji still kept taking half a step forward. His sword in his hand was only one foot unsheathed, and his body was stiff. He looked in front of him in disbelief. His eyes could not be described as shock, but at a loss.

What was the thing that I passed by just now?

Da...da...

Blood dripped from the robe, the sound was small, but it preached every corner of Suju Peak.

There were very few people present who could see the situation clearly, and most of the monks watching did not understand what had just happened.

The elders of Luojianshan stood up at some point, and their surprise and horror were hung on their faces without any concealment.

In the pavilion of the distant mountain, the old Taoist of Lotus Crown was also surprised and suspicious:

"Jianyi?!"

Bo Yezi and Yahe couple in the corridor were not martial arts practitioners, but they could see the process clearly, and their eyes were shocked. Bo Yezi asked:

"This is……"

Bao Xiangyang, the eight-armed Xuanmen, looked solemn and said:

"This is... Luo Jianshan's father!"

"Um?"

...

Luo Jianshan, as the former leader of the swordsmanship, was impossible without the "Sword Yi" who was the master, because "Sword Yi" was a symbol of proving that his own swordsmanship could reach its peak. Without "Sword Yi" to start a sect, he would not be able to attract good disciples.

No one here understands "Jianyi" better than Luo Jianshan.

Therefore, the elders and sects under the Panlong Wall were shocked more than everyone else.

"Jianyi" is not a big sword skill, but a strongest sword that combines one's own sword skills, state of mind, experience, cultivation, and body.

This thing has nothing to do with realm, because experience does not affect the realm's rise. It only seeks longevity in the realm, and it is also enough to have enough physical strength.

The same is true for "Sword Yi". Jian Yi seeks the strongest killing power. All aspects must be tempered to the extreme and practiced to fit the sword before they can be used. There are a series of flaws in the above conditions, and if they cannot understand it, they cannot understand it.

The teacher can tell you where you need to practice, but how to practice depends on yourself. The state of mind is even more incapable of teaching, and the difficulty of understanding is comparable to reaching the sky.

Take Luojian Mountain as an example. Because of the withering talents, there are almost no successors. There are only two people who can create the "Liaoxia" created by the ancestor. One is Xiaoshan ancestor and the other is Song, the elder holding the sword.

The head Xue Yuanxia has been practicing swords for the rest of his life and has entered the jade stairs. He can't even understand a ghost. He can only be the head of the sect and worry about the firewood, rice, oil and salt. Han Song and Song Qianji are still stronger and have found some opportunities.

It is two different things to find the opportunity and to realize it. It is to find the way to go up the mountain, and "Sword Yi" is on the top of the mountain, which is a distance of 108,000 miles.

Zhao Wuxie was less than thirty just now, and he felt the artistic conception of "Sword Yi", which shocked them. What is this?

Xue Yuanxia even forgot his anger and asked softly:

"Whose 'Sword Yi' is this?"

Song, the elder who was holding the sword beside him, frowned and recalled for a long time, shook his head:

"The sound is like the Twelve Langs of Juejian Cliff, but the sword intentions are different, and I have never seen them before. And... this sword is so fast!"

Song Changqi is Luojianshan’s strongest thug to the outside world. He has mastered the “Luxia” handed down by his ancestors. If you can evaluate other swords “so fast”, that is really fast.

Han Song looked serious: "It's true, I haven't seen the state of mind, have you seen it?"

Song Changqi shook his head: "The speed is so fast that the half-step jade level cannot do it. It is probably the same as you and me, but the soul is chaotic and chaotic, and it doesn't look like it."

Hearing this, the elders looked shocked and suspicious.

Everyone who practices swords knows that "Jianyi" is invincible in the same realm. If this son is at the same level, only Song Changqi can resist it. If the other party holds the fairy sword, then basically whoever meets the same realm will kill anyone, and any protective magic weapon will be a paper shell.

Thinking of this, Xue Yuanxia spoke again:

"Can you see the origin of that sword?"

"The move was too fast, and I didn't encounter resistance, so I couldn't see too much. However, those who know "Sword One" have the imitation of immortal weapons..."

...

"Wow"

After a moment of conversation between the masters on the mountain, the monks in the field came back to their senses from the shock and shouted in disbelief.

"What's going on?"

"What is this?"

"I don't know, did you draw the sword just now?"

...

Among the crowd, Zhao Wuxie, who was originally very nervous, had a strange expression and was laughing, but he was smiling reluctantly, as if he wanted to cover up his heart's dismay.

Because when he became stronger quickly, this old friend seemed to fly faster, bringing him an out of reach, a hundred times stronger than before, so strong that it makes people desperate and desperate, and a despair that will be out of reach in this life.

If the person on the stage was not his former teammate, but his opponent, I'm afraid the sword heart would have collapsed and there would be no motivation or desire to practice swords anymore.

But now it's almost the same.

Zhao Wuxie looked at the back, and after a long time, he sighed with a little self-deprecating and helplessness.

Zuo Lingquan knew that his sword would break the sword hearts of many people, but this is the case with the swordsman.

A person who cannot bear the despair and gap will not reach the peak. If he does not fall in front of him, he will also fall in front of others. He will not make his sword worry and hesitate about this.

Zuo Lingquan slowly put away the Xuanming sword and looked up at Xue Yuanxia who was whispering, his voice remained indifferent:

"I'll ask again, is Luo Jianshan going to hold on with face or admit his mistake or pay for it?"

“Buzz buzz…”

There was noisy outside the venue, and the words were incoherent, so I could no longer tell what I was talking about.

After being slightly shocked, Xue Yuanxia's face darkened again. After all, the style of "Sword Yi" could not scare Luo Jianshan!

Han Chupeng didn't have any eyes to cause such a big mess, so he should clean up his door. However, as a famous immortal family in Huajunzhou, the other party admitted his mistake and reimbursed him on the spot as soon as he shone his sword, which would probably become a shame to the Sword Sect of the World.

I didn't give in just now, and now I'm out of the sword, so it's even more impossible to bow my head.

Xue Yuanxia stood up, put his hands on her back, and looked down at Zuo Lingquan:

"Good swordsmanship, but do you really think that with this sword, you can suppress me Luojian Mountain? The old sword god and even countless sword heroes have come to this sword platform. What are you?"

This sentence could no longer control his tone and he lost the dignity of the head of the Immortal Family.

Zuo Lingquan was not angry when he heard the sound, and his eyes glanced at everyone under the Panlong Wall:

"Since I refuse to apologize, then continue to 'reason'. Luo Jianshan has a stubborn sword immortal. How dare you come on stage to argue with me?"
To be continued...