Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue felt that their bodies were a little stiff.

It seemed that the body had lost control, but it could feel the blood rushing towards the limbs and bones under the accelerated beating of the heart, rushing towards his brain, and the impact was a little dizzy in front of him, and the impact of his brain had lost the ability to think normally.

They came out of Jiange.

The hundreds of spiritual swords were now on the ground hundreds of meters in front of them, and they were screaming for a long time.

They watched the boy in blue shirt move forward, but they never thought that he was so strong.

"An Feng..."

At this moment, Wang Anfeng's steps suddenly stopped and no longer moved forward. Bailifeng and Tuoba Yue were a little confused and heard a long sword sound. A circle of air waves visible to the naked eye shaking from Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang, sweeping across the world, shaking the swords together.

Baili Feng didn't realize a trace of uneasiness in his heart, and subconsciously took a step back, his eyes widened and said:

"What's this?"

"Three Fool Swords."

The old voice sounded behind them. The two turned around and saw an old man in a shabby and sloppy dress with a snakeskin bag on his waist, carrying a huge wine gourd in one hand, looking at the front without blinking, and answering casually:

"It is also the sword at the highest point on the Wanjian Mountain."

"More than a hundred years ago, the sword saint used it."

When the words fall, the old man is also confused.

The Sanyu Sword was already activated by the girl just now, and then the path to the Sword Saint was rejected. It should have ended here, at most, like those spiritual swords just now, it was activated by the qi and instinctively counterattack.

Why did such a strange thing happen again at this time?

In the distance, several figures rushed towards me, including Gong Yu with a cold expression, a sword behind her, a graceful and luxurious leader with a jade phoenix hair tied, and a great elder with a white ink hair and a quiet expression.

The energy that soared into the air hit the void, stirring the invisible sword energy. The waterfall was roaring down like thunder. On the Sanyu Sword, there was a hidden light converging, and then lifted up, stabbing towards Wang Anfeng as if he was using ordinary sword techniques.

The sword edge shook the void.

Wang Anfeng took a step back, raised his sword to seal it, and the two long swords touched each other.

The eight-sided Han sword trembled slightly, the blades on both sides vibrated, and a long sword roared.

Gong Yu and others landed beside the old man and greeted the old man. The only elder just looked at Wang Anfeng and Sanyu Jian who were gradually fighting below. His eyes were clearly black and white, and his expression was quiet.

Jiu Zizai Sanren drank a sip of wine and looked at them together. Seeing the swords fighting, no matter how sharp and fast Wang Anfeng's sword technique was, the three foolish swords only used simple sword moves to fight each other, but they could completely break away. The surrounding hundreds of swords sounded together, as if they were praises.

After looking for a long time, the elder suddenly spoke and said softly:

"Three Fool Swords are looking for inheritors."

"The inheritor of swordsmanship."

There was another attack below, and the seventy-two hands made the pier again. Wang Anfeng retreated, and the Three Fool Swords were as if they were held in his hand, and they were forced slowly. The boy gritted his steel teeth, and his internal energy began from his dantian and quickly spread to his limbs and bones.

The bell rings in the clear Yue.

The red and golden Buddhist scriptures appeared on Wang Anfeng's face, making the young man's face look three more solemn.

The sword suddenly roared and slashed slashing.

The long sword in Wang Anfeng's palm was beaten to the point. The Sanyu Sword gently swept across the boy's body, touching several large acupoints, and the sharp aura penetrated into Wang Anfeng's body. The internal force of the golden bell cover that had just been swelled up was like a seven-inch snake, and it immediately shattered in the boy's body.

The strangeness that appeared on the face dissipated, and even the thunder power was completely dispersed.

The internal force lifted dissipated, and Wang Anfeng staggered slightly and retreated to the back. His movements were slightly strong, stirring up the accumulated water under him, jumping up a clear stream, but was shattered by the Sanyu Sword, turning into real fog and pounced towards Wang Anfeng. In the fog, there seemed to be a divine dragon stumbled his claws and tails. The sword edge was sharp. Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth and the long sword was crossed in front of his chest.

The sword tip of the Sanyu Sword is pointed above the ridge of the wooden sword.

Wang Anfeng's face turned pale, and he was beaten backwards for a while, and only stopped for more than ten meters.

The sword raised slightly, and pointed the sword edge at the young man. It seemed that a swordsman held the sword and was quite dissatisfied with it. He asked him to come again. Wang Anfeng exhaled, gritted his teeth, lifted the sword and stepped forward again and slashed.

The old man frowned in the distance, looked at the scene and said:

"Sword Technique? Inheritance?"

The elder nodded, his eyes reflected the scenery below, and he spoke quietly:

"The Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things."

"The sword saint's sword technique is to encompass the world and form one's own world."

"Just just now it was the inheritance of the road, but now it is the inheritance of simple swordsmanship, without any admixture."

The voice paused slightly, and the look of search appeared in the woman's eyes, as if thinking, and then spoke again:

"It's probably my previous child, who has the character of the Sword Saint back then."

"And this child's sword technique has the taste of a sword saint when he was a young man."

The pupils of wine were slightly shrunk, and this evaluation was much higher than what he had just given.

Although the top three ranks are difficult, the world is almost endless. People in the world are like crucian carp in the rivers. Every decade, countless young people enter this vast rivers and lakes. Therefore, there are always some top three masters, and there are even those who hold magic weapons to compete with the top three ranks.

But that's the Sword Saint.

The old man looked at the young man in blue shirt who was retreating step by step under the Sanyu Sword below, and then looked at the girl in white who had barely gotten up and had shining brightly in his eyes, his eyes were a little straight.

"Mom Xipi..."

Suddenly, he thought of another thought, turned around and looked at the elder next to him, with his eyes wide open, and said, "Wait a minute, if the Sanyu Sword can distinguish these by itself... Then, then wouldn't it..."

The tongue of alcoholic freely could not help but be knotted.

The Great Elder nodded slightly and said softly:

"The magic weapon is expected."

The old man gasped.

Turning around and looking at the sword, the expression was already full of solemnity.

The magic weapon has spirits.

True magic weapons can almost be treated as fellow Taoists, not weapons.

But, is the Sword Saint really so strong?

The old man was filled with shock.

With his sword as powerful as his saber, he has the qualification to become a divine weapon? Then how strong should he be in his lifetime? Do you overwhelm all the geniuses in the world?

My heart was filled with thoughts, but I shook my head and sighed:

"If that little guy knew that he had given up a magic weapon, would he regret it?"

The elder turned his head and looked at him. The old man's eyes were still clear, but he felt self-deprecating.

I knew in my heart that it was not Xue Qinshuang's regret, but the wine in front of me was moved with ease.

He realized that he was greedy and deliberately said the thoughts in his heart in this way so that he could face his desires without growing them or being filthy.

The Great Elder withdrew his gaze and said softly:

"I don't know if you regret it, but even if she holds the hilt of the Sanyu Sword, she can only realize the path of the Sword Saint and cannot take away this sword."

"The Sword Saint is the only one who can dominate the world."

"And this sword will only have one master, Sword Saint."

The sound was calm, and it only sounded between the two, and then it was covered by the thunder of the waterfall.

Wang Anfeng below felt that he was struggling. Although there was only a sword in front of him, it brought terrifying oppression that he could not imagine.

He even felt that he was not setting his sword.

Instead, the Sanyu Sword on the opposite side was controlling his sword, and each move blocked all the options that could be taken, leaving only one flaw.

The way of military strategy is to encircle three and one missing.

The boy realized in his heart, but at this moment it was difficult to break free from the whirlpool that made him feel uncomfortable.

Every breath, every moment, there is only one choice before him.

It should be enough to draw the sword like this.

It is only possible to draw a sword like this.

The energy contained in those plain sword moves made him feel extremely uncomfortable like a marionette, but it also showed him a new world of martial arts.

It turns out that the sword technique can still look like this.

The boy's eyes widened slightly.

The opponent can only attack like a marionette.

If you can't even take action, how can life and death still be in your own hands?

Just when he had some understanding in his heart, the Three Fool Sword suddenly shook and roared, no longer coming out, but circled around the void, as if he was quite satisfied, and then he soared into the sky. Hundreds of spiritual swords inserted on the ground shook and leaped up together, flying towards the sky.

In an instant, hundreds of swordsmen seemed to have set out swords together, and the dazzling and sharp sword light occupied the entire sky.

Qingfeng's swordsmanship was as if he had fallen into the swordsmanship fairyland in an instant.

Everyone present looked shocked and there was a loss of consciousness in their eyes.
To be continued...