"Master Zhang Chong couldn't even hold on to a single move in the monster's hand."

The scene that appeared in front of him obviously surprised the disciples of Wanjian Sect who were hiding in the dark.

"I see that this monster is just ordinary. How could Master Zhang Chong be hit by the sword? Could it be that Master Zhang has let the water go?" Some disciple questioned.

"Let the water? That's a monster. When facing the monster, do you think your master is stupid? Didn't you see his speed? This is not a problem with swordsmanship at all."

"He has a very high cultivation level, and he is probably a few levels higher than his master. This gap cannot be made up for by swordsmanship." Five or six disciples of Wanjian Sect who gathered together, a female disciple in pink rolled her eyes.

"It seems that there is a tough fight this time. Only when the third uncle of the Sword Master can it be solved." Another young disciple said, without any worry on his face, but instead a little excited.

There are many golden elixir cultivators in Wanjian Sect, and there are five, but they are almost all newly promoted golden elixirs in the past thousand years. The only exception is Jian A San.

How long has he lived, few cultivators from Wanjian Sect know that although they are called Master, they are like ancestors of the sect.

The unpredictable Jian A San is the confidence of Wanjian Sect, and it is also the reason why these Wanjian Sect disciples were not worried when they saw their own golden elixir cultivator being defeated by the tiger dragon's sword.

"Is it just that Master Jian Third will come out? He hasn't appeared in more than ten years." A disciple said worriedly.

"Yes, after all, this time the monster came. If the sect masters couldn't stop him, who would know what would happen?" The monk who spoke also had a little hesitation in his tone.

Outside Wanjian Sect.

The tiger dragon walked to the gate of Wanjian Sect, looked up at the three big words carved with stones above, and said aloud: "I know you are inside, don't you show up yet?"

Behind him, Huang Fan, the head of Wanjian Sect, looked at each other and Huang Fan looked at the back of the tiger dragon with a trace of intention in his eyes.

Zhang Chong understood what he meant and shook his head. In this case, people came to challenge him openly, but they attacked him from behind. Even monsters were not in line with morality.

If they do this in front of so many disciples, where will they put their faces?

What's more, given the situation just now, even if they really take action, it may not cause any harm to him.

But they had no idea of ​​taking action. The tiger dragon, who had not waited for Jian A San to appear for a long time, became a little impatient. He looked at the two people behind him and snorted coldly:

"If you don't show up again, you will move your Ten Thousand Sword Sect to the ground."

"You..." Zhang Chong and Huang Fan's face suddenly changed when they heard this.

"Why, don't you believe it?"

The tiger dragon was too lazy to pay attention to it, and his body suddenly rose into the air. The blood frost sword in his hand pointed upwards, and a huge blood-colored sword energy that stretched nearly a hundred meters rose behind him.

Because of the baptism of the Blood Evil Soldiers and the large number of killings he created, there are many golden elixir levels that die in his hands.

The Blood Frost Sword is now full of evil spirits, and it is completely released. Even some ordinary monks of Wanjian Sect who are several kilometers away can sense it. They raised their heads in shock and looked at the blood-colored sword energy that soared into the sky.

"You and I have no grievances or grudges, why bother to force each other?" At this time, an ordinary old man with an ordinary face appeared in front of him.

"You are finally out." The tiger dragon showed a satisfied smile on his face, but his hands did not stop. Instead, he added another 10% of his strength, and the huge blood-colored sword energy fell down violently.

"Let me confirm the truth of the rumors and see if your swordsmanship is really as powerful as they say!"

The reason why the sword energy swung by the tiger dragon is blood-colored is that after being baptized by the blood evil soldiers, every time he kills an enemy, the enemy's resentment and evil spirit will linger on it.

Therefore, in addition to the magic power used by the tiger dragon, this sword energy also carries endless resentment and the yin and cold aura brought by the Blood Frost Sword.

This time, the temperature in the entire sky seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Huang Fan and Zhang Chong, the heads of Wanjian Sect, who were not far from them, had their faces changed a little, and a suffocational feeling arose from their hearts.

"Swords are not that useful. You seem powerful like this, but in fact you are just squandering your strength in vain."

Jian A San's face was calm. He did not react any stress when facing the sword attacked by the tiger dragon, but just raised his sword and pointed it forward slightly.

Bang!

The originally unstoppable blood-colored sword energy seemed to have suffered some huge impact at this time, and it kept collapsing from the place where he pointed it out.

In an instant, the sword energy turned into clouds and fog and disappeared, and the feeling that made people feel a little suffocating just now also disappeared.

The tiger dragon's pupils shrank. As my uncle said, this kind of strength did not exceed the three revolutions of the Golden Pill?

The sword he had just used at least 20% of the force, and few cultivators below four turn could resist it, but this sword, A San, broke the sword easily.

But soon, he burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, this is the opponent that a certain family wants to find. Your strength is enough to fight with someone happily."

Seeing that the tiger dragon did not retreat, he was more determined to fight, Jian A San's expression was slightly gloomy.

"die!!!"

Hu Jiao was too lazy to pay attention to what he thought. His body rushed out without any hesitation, turned into a red light and slashed towards Jian A San.

instigate!

The sword cut into the air, and Jian A San disappeared out of thin air. The tiger dragon only cut off a shadow, and his body appeared not far away.

The tiger dragon cut several swords in succession, but they all cut in vain. The sword's body was like a ghost, without a trace, causing the tiger dragon to fail to hit the entity at all.

"Can you just run away like a mouse?" The tiger dragon looked a little unfair. He had used the power of the three-turn of the golden elixir just now, but he still couldn't catch the sword A San.

"Since you are here to challenge me, you should have heard of my five shocking swords. These five swords are divided into heaven, earth, human, gods and ghosts. Now what you see is the ghost sword." Jian A San smiled on his face, looking calm and composed.

"This is a swordsmanship!!"

The tiger dragon was so hot that it was so hot that it used 50% of its strength this time, and its body also turned into a afterimage, chasing Jian A San.

The speed he suddenly showed even Jian A San's expression changed slightly, and his body dodged at a very fast speed, trying to avoid his attack.

"How could it be so fast?" Below, Huang Fan, the head of Wanjian Sect, looked up in surprise. At this moment, the speed of both was so fast that it was difficult for him to see with his naked eyes.

You know, although he was a Jindan monk who was just promoted hundreds of years ago and had not yet overcome the first disaster, he was still an existence in the same great realm and could not even capture their figures.

"This monster seems to have been practicing for a long time." Zhang Chong looked up at the top with a serious look.

Originally, he had some speculations about the identity of this red monster, but after seeing the current situation, he overturned the original speculation.

There is no monster in the life continent who uses swords as a weapon like the monster in front of him, and who happens to be in this cultivation level. This monster is likely from other continents.

"Senior brother is going to use the Sword of Shocking God." Huang Fan suddenly pointed to the sky.

Looking in the direction of his finger, I saw that at some point Jian A San had already picked up the sword in his hand, and a mighty aura appeared on him like a god.

"This is the sword intent."

The tiger dragon looked at Jian A San at this moment and his eyes became excited. The momentum emitted by Jian A San in front of him was a bit similar to his skill when he reached the peak.

However, compared with Jian A San, he could only be regarded as the light of fireflies, while Jian A San in front of him was like a bright moon, which was a momentum formed by time precipitation, countless experiences, and self-summary.

Taoist Liuyun also has a similar temperament, but his perception in this regard is obviously not as good as that of Jian A San, and Hu Jiao did not have any deep feelings when facing him.

"Let me see what is the difference between comprehension of sword intent and not comprehension of sword intent." Even when facing the sword A San who was like a god at this moment, Hu Jiao was not afraid and rushed forward with the Blood Frost Sword.

boom!!

In an instant, a huge light suddenly released.

Immediately afterwards, the onlookers saw a red figure flying backwards, turning into a red light, slowly disappearing into the sky.

"It seems that Master Sword 3 won."

"That's natural. After so many years, no one who comes to challenge the sword master rarely sees the third master of the sword losing."

The disciples hiding in the sect did not show any unexpected expressions on their faces, as if they were taken for granted.

Huang Fan showed hesitation. He remembered the threat that the tiger dragon had just threatened them and sent a message into the sky: "Senior brother, you don't need to talk about morality when facing this monster. Otherwise, we will take advantage of the victory and take him down together to eliminate future troubles."

Jian A San fell from the air, and he slowly shook his head at Huang Fan's proposal.

"Does your senior brother think he won't cause trouble for us in the future?" Huang Fan frowned.

"No, he will definitely come again in the future." Jian A San spoke in affirmatively.

"Why is that senior brother?" Huang Fan was puzzled.

"Just now, I didn't really hurt him, he retreated by himself." Jian A San replied, his tone also had a bit of solemnity.

"I retreated myself." Huang Fan's eyes were stunned.

......

After leaving Wanjian Sect, Hu Jiao found a cave and went in to meditate and sorted out his insights.

A forearm-long hole was cut on the clothes on his chest, which was left by Jian A San on him. What was exposed under the scratches were not flesh and blood, but golden scales with slightly red light.

There was a small scratch on the scales, but the scratch was not deep and did not break the tiger dragon's defense.

"I didn't expect that the difference between the sword intent and the sword intent was so big."

Hu Jiao sighed slightly. At that time, he was obviously not inferior to his speed and strength, and he even felt that the power he used was even better than Jian A San's one point, but he just couldn't stop his sword.

Although he might be able to beat Jian A San with all his strength, if he does that, it will lose its meaning. He is here to gain the strengths of the hundreds of schools to hone his sword intent, not to abuse and kill his opponent to show his power.

He practiced for a while, and relied on his powerful self-healing ability and the operation of the metallographic supernatural powers, the scales on his chest slowly recovered and became smooth and traceless again.

But he did not get up, but continued to practice until the next day, after feeling full of energy, he flew out of the cave and headed straight towards the Wanjian Sect.

"Jian A San, come out quickly and fight with a certain battle!"

Jian A San was drinking a cup of tea in the wing room and almost sprayed out a sip of tea. He thought that Hu Jiao would come to him again, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Just such a night was not even a nap for existences of their level, but no matter how much he complained, he could only go out to fight, otherwise he would be afraid that this monster would do something.

From the monstrous evil aura carried by the opponent's sword energy, he understood that this was not a kind person.

In this way, the tiger dragon would go to the Wanjian Sect to fight Jian A San almost every day, and he would leave after fighting for about a few hundred rounds, rest for one night, and fight again the next day.
To be continued...