As if in response to Yan Hai's words, a sword energy surged into the sky in Jianmen City.

It swayed into the sky and blew away the remaining clouds in the sky. The sword intent radiated from an inconspicuous house. The wooden door of the house was pushed open, and a thin man with a green robe and long hair draped over his shoulders and a long beard on his jaw pushed out from the door.

Pushing open the door, the thin man paused, with his hands retracted, and his eyebrows were as beautiful as willow leaves.

Outside the house, a man in Taoist robe stood with black hair as ink, and Taoism followed nature.

The thin man pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword. This was a bamboo sword, and there were runes flowing on the surface of the bamboo sword.

"Get out of the way." It was concise and to the point. The thin man obviously didn't want to talk much, but his murderous intent became stronger and stronger.

The solemn and murderous aura permeates this ordinary house.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, "Go back."

Since it doesn't make sense, then we can only talk about it in another way.

The thin man suddenly drew his sword in his hand. The sword light was like a shadow. The invincible sword intent swept across the world. The bricks and tiles around him were broken. A high-spirited sword intent soared into the sky and rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng.

"Weng." The sound wave vibrated, and the invisible domain enveloped the whole body, and even the speed of dust falling seemed to become slower.

The sword intent entered the realm and its speed became extremely slow, "Weng."

Zhang Sanfeng's body shook, and the light of yin and yang radiated from inside and out, flowing through the field.

Everything swept by the light of the two colors of yin and yang turns into ashes, and the sword intent is no exception.

He shook his head. Since this person is so stubborn, don’t blame me for being rude!

With one step forward, Zhang Sanfeng instantly moved above the thin man's head, and the cultivation level of the third level of the Spirit God emanated from outward!

A huge Tai Chi diagram emerged, suppressing the thin swordsman under his body and unable to move.

Zhang Sanfeng leaned over and nodded, and slapped it with his palm and carried the endless white light. The thin swordsman's face darkened and he drew his sword to kill the sky.

The palms slapped firmly on the rapier, and the bamboo sword edge made an unpleasant creaking sound.

A series of cracks appeared on the side of the sword edge, pressing against the palm, without waiting for the thin swordsman to breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Sanfeng took another palm in his left hand and slapped it with an endless black light.

The thin swordsman drew his sword again to resist. As soon as the sword touched the black light, he felt something was wrong.

Unlike the masculine palm before, this palm was as feminine as the undercurrent of the deep sea, deflecting the direction of the sword's edge, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

The cracks on the surface of the bamboo sword continued to expand and spread.

Before the thin swordsman could recover, the third palm followed one after another!

Slapping it with one palm, it feels like the sky is falling!

The black and white vortex twists downwards, swallowing everything.

The thin swordsman had a blue vein and swung the sword with all his strength! In the vast sword intent, a vague sword soul appeared in the shape of a cone.

However, the bamboo sword could no longer bear the pressure of this palm! An unpleasant creaking sound came out, and the bamboo sword burst into countless pieces, and the bursting fragments penetrated the brick walls.

The bamboo sword exploded, and behind it was the sword intent with a cone-shaped sword soul that had already been born. The sword soul cone-shaped sword soul let out a whine cry and turned into ashes. The sword intent was suppressed mercilessly!

Tianqing pierced his palm through the sky and slapped hard on the thin swordsman's head.

"Crackling."

The sound of bone shattering came from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

The thin swordsman has a miserable face and is bleeding from his seven orifices, which is extremely terrifying!

With his arm retracted, Zhang San 1 Feng stood in the sky, his long black hair flew with the wind, "He can understand the cone shape of the sword soul, but he is not weak in talent. If you are willing to surrender, you can forgive me one."

The thin swordsman's bones were all broken, and he stood stubbornly with the support of his big tendons and flesh.

His body trembled slightly, and blood kept oozing out of his pores. The thin swordsman did not reply to the answer. The strong vitality of the Spirit God's powerful man maintained that the injuries in his body did not worsen further.

He pointed to the sword, and the last qi was barely condensed like a candlelight in the wind. "I... I practice swords for three years, and now... I have been more than 300 years today... The swordsman... should move forward bravely!" At this moment, the thin swordsman seemed to have seen a fragment of his childhood swordsman.

A child was constantly wielding the same sword move on the top of the mountain. Even if the sword moves made by the blisters with both hands, it would not be wrong. A man with a pretty face stood beside him, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and his appearance was five or sixty-sixths similar to that of a child.

You Xinying flew up from the bottom of the mountain. Behind Xinying stood a messenger. The messenger rushed to the man, "Sword Saint, a powerful enemy is coming. The King of Chu asks you to go to Chu City quickly."

The man nodded, turned around and said coldly to the child, "I have something to do to go out for a few days. These days you have to practice the sword moves I teach you every day, and I will check it when I come back."

After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving only a tall and determined back in the eyes of the child.

This time, it will be forever.

One year, two years, three years...

The child grew up day by day, without any extra moves, only the seven-style sword moves given to him by the handsome man. He practiced swords and breathed in addition to eating and sleeping, because he had been waiting for the man to come back to check his sword moves.

I hope I can see a little appreciation in that man's eyes.

Time has not left traces on this mountain, and only the old children have changed.

Finally one day, a stranger came to this peak and handed over an urn and a letter.

The man was contained in the urn.

The letter was handed over to him by the King of Chu. From this day on, the young child inherited a hereditary title - the Sword Saint of Chu.

The thin swordsman's eyes were closed, and his soul and flesh suddenly burned, turning into the fuel of the long sword of the Gangqi at his fingertips. The Gangqi at his instant condensed, highly condensed like a crystal sword.

Slash out with one sword!

Zhang Sanfeng's body shrank and turned into a circular shield with yin and yang colors outside his body. The crystal long sword cut off the shield, cut through Zhang Sanfeng's robe, stabbed into his flesh and blood, and finally stopped here.

The thin swordsman's eyes were sunken, and his skin was like a robe wrapped in a skeleton.

There was no breath of life around him.

Zhang Sanfeng dissipated the shield all over his body, looked down at the crystal sword that cut through his skin and stabbed into his chest.

Without the indoctrination of the master's power, the color of the crystal sword quickly dimmed and finally turned into an ordinary crystal sword. Only those with a cultivation level above the Spirit God Realm can feel a faint soul wave in this crystal sword, which is the embryonic cone of the sword soul.

With a long sigh, Zhang Sanfeng did not expect that the swordsman was so strong. He lowered his head and took out the crystal long sword from the swordsman's hand. He knew the meaning of the swordsman pouring the sword soul into the sword, and sighed: "Don't worry, I will find a good master for you."

In the Zhenhai Palace, Yan Hai felt a sword intent soaring into the sky from the city, and a happy smile appeared in his eyes, but what puzzled him was that the sword intent soon disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!