The third year of Dayuan, Daqin, on the 21st lunar month.

Honghui of Tianjianmen broke through the air with one sword, and with the sixth rank, he defeated the upper level, killed the fifth rank warrior one, the sixth rank warrior seven, the center of Tianjianmen is more than 500 miles. At the junction of the two counties, all enemies are eliminated, and the strong enemies are gone, and many sects are disintegrated and difficult to maintain, so there will be no dispute.

The world here is almost severely damaged by one person and one sword.

Everyone was in an uproar.

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Where the Tianjian Gate is located, one of the four branches is called Yunxiao Peak. There is an ancient pavilion on the top of the peak. The terrain is quite steep and the wind is swept four times, so ordinary people cannot reach it.

According to legend, it was 70 years ago that the Heavenly Sword was left with it, which was originally just a dangerous peak. Spring and autumn came, and there was no trace of greenness. There was only ugly stubborn stones, which even covered the original vast scenery.

When the fashionable and young swordsmen were not happy, they drew their swords and stood up, and staggered up the mountain at night. First, they cut off the lonely peak with one sword, and then turned the chopped peak into dust, which would no longer exist in the world. Then they invited craftsmen to come up and build this pavilion.

The authenticity of this story is hard to consider.

In the past seventy years, there have been so many storms in the world, and the older generation has already fallen into pieces. Is the matter on this pavilion true or false?

No one cares.

Most people just think that it is the people from Tianjianmen who put gold on their faces, but the scenery here is really magnificent.

The terrain is the highest, and you can see that the sky is vast and endless. When you lower your head, you will see that the mountains are undulating, like a dragon and a snake winding. There is an empty space between the sky and the earth, with the wind whistling, and everything is silent. When you step on it, I am the only one who is independent, and naturally produces a cold and lonely cold like an immortal.

The old man in white clothes was outside the courtyard halfway up the mountain. He raised his hand to drink a cup of tea, put down the tea cup, looked up at the young man in the green shirt in the pavilion, and watched the latter still remain motionless in the whistling wind, and was stunned.

Wang Anfeng stood in the pavilion, and the strong wind in the sky blew towards him from four directions. His clothes flew, but his whole body was as stable as an old pine tree, and his black hair was tied with his pine hairpin, his eyes were calm, but he was just staring at the magnificent celestial style.

In his hand, he held a sword.

The iron sword, the scabbard is just two pieces of wood nailed together, simple and pitiful.

But this sword was also motionless in the wind.

Looking at the scenery outside the mountain for some time, Wang Anfeng's eyes lit up slightly, and he seemed to come from the statue. He raised the long sword with his right hand, and pointed the sword blade directly at the sweeping Gangfeng.

The wind was extremely fierce at this time. Needless to say, this kind of simple weapon that was almost a piece of iron. Even if it was a top-notch sword, it would tremble in this strong wind, or even bend, but the sword did not make a sound, like a silent stubborn stone, cutting the oncoming wind all the oncoming wind.

Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly closed, and divine light was hidden in his eyes.

In my mind, what I saw yesterday, the magnificent sword kept replaying.

The power of that sword was not the strongest sword he had ever seen. Once, in Qingfeng's eradication, the Great Elder used his finger as a sword and broke through the sky light and clouds that had three thousand miles in one move, shocking the world, and ranks among the top ten masters in the world.

It is hard for masters of that level to distinguish between them.

Mood, state, fighting spirit...

The ending of the fight will change due to various factors. Each one is a wonderful person of this era, and each one is a peerless and charming person. How can you tell the difference between the top and bottom so easily? The so-called seventh elder Qingfeng Jie, who is actually the best warrior in the whole world.

However, at this time, Wang Anfeng's view seemed that Honghui's last sword that burned out was a difference in power compared to it, but his intention was no different.

It was not until he saw the sword that Wang Anfeng understood that the reward for Hong Hui to protect Hong Feibai and others was to see the sword at close range.

Seeing the most intense moment in a swordsman's life.

Feel the sword intent and sword heart in person, this opportunity is a rare opportunity for any swordsman who practices swordsmanship, or even for any warrior.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his eyes closed, and the sword did not tremble in the strong wind, and it was still like a silent and hard stubborn stone, dispersing the strong wind.

The old man on the mountainside looked in a daze. After a long time of retracting his gaze, he turned to another direction. It was the martial arts field of the Yunxiao Mountain lineage. The sharp sword light flashed. Even though it was a long distance, people could still perceive the sting.

In the martial arts field, Hong Feibai held a broken sword in his hand, and the Yunxiao sword technique was still used. When the silver light flashed, the sword energy was scattered, which was already ten percent of the power, which made the other disciples envious, but he seemed to have never been satisfied and never stopped.

With repeated drills, the move gradually deformed, but everyone could see that the gradually deformed sword technique was still the same Yunxiao sword technique.

Clouds move without trace, birth and death are invisible.

The young man's black hair was already gray.

It is more dazzling than the sword light.

The old man withdrew his gaze and sighed.

Three days after the Tianjianmen Honghui troops were disbanded, the Tiger Sword Sect moved as a whole and left the original sect.

After that, all the Yuedao Sect and the Double Fist Sect left. The original sect power was not ten, so some people from the martial arts world with great martial arts appeared near the Tianjian Sect. They seemed to have plans to open a sect to accept disciples, but none of them dared to disrespect the Tianjian Sect.

In the private room of the restaurant in the city.

A thick and powerful man was drinking heavily. Opposite him was a gentleman holding a long sword. He had a handsome face. Unfortunately, there was a scar on his cheek, which destroyed his overall temperament and made him look more fierce.

If a warrior who was moving in Fufeng south would be able to recognize the middle-aged man and the slender and sharp sword in his hand.

With this sharp sword and an extremely ghostly and unpredictable chain of fast swords, Cen Penghai's name has become quite famous in the southern part of Fufeng.

The thick and generous man drank a jar of strong wine and placed the empty wine jar on the table.

He frowned and looked at his brother, saying:

"Brother, if you want to open the mountain gate, why bother to come over and see the Tianjian Gate?"

"I've lost my identity in vain!"

Cen Penghai raised his eyebrows, and was two points funny, saying:

"Oh? How do you say this?"

The thick and powerful man took advantage of the alcohol and said with his tongue:

"What else can I say..."

"There are only four third-rank masters left in the Sword Sect, and there is also an old man who has not had a few years of life. Brother, you are very skilled in martial arts, why should you be so respectful to him? Instead, you lose face and make friends in the world laugh at me."

"Besides, with such a large territory, there are only a few masters in the Tianjian Sect. If you hold the territory in your hands, don't worry or worry about the other warriors around you, will the sects be willing to see the profit? If they attack them in groups, the Tianjian Sect can't stop them..."

Cen Penghai, who had been just smiling, kept his smile calmed down, was silent for a while, sighed leisurely, and said:

"They are not sure."

The man who spoke before was already a little drunk and asked:

"What, not sure?"

"Just not sure."

Cen Penghai spoke, was silent, and said:

"Who knows whether there will be a third Tianjian Sect in the Tianjian Sect?"

"There are four swordsman masters of the same generation as Honghui, and there is also one fifth-grade swordsman."

"No one is sure that he can eat that sword..."

When Honghui slashed out that sword, they were visiting friends nearby, recalling the sword energy he saw at that time, and thinking about the charm of his swordsman, Cen Penghai only felt his mind trembling and almost had the urge to suppress himself.

But after this impulse, a strong setback arose.

The frustration of being a swordsman.

The companion was already drunk, but Cen Penghai continued to speak, not for explanation, but the depressed qi was in his throat, and he didn't vomit and couldn't help drinking three glasses of wine, murmured:

"Honghui's sword killed more than just warriors, endless human hearts, and ubiquitous covetousness in the world. After seeing that sword energy soaring into the sky, as long as Honghui's fellow swordsmen have not died, no one will dare to attack the Sky Sword easily."

"It's true and true, enough to prolong the life of the Tianjian Gate for ten years."

"And if someone in the next generation can grow up and use this kind of mental energy to refine himself, the Tianjian Sect will flourish for three hundred years..."

He stared out the window and stared at the vast sky.

The man next to him was drunk on the table and snored.

On the first day of December, Tian Jian Honghui was buried.

On the martial arts performance field, Hong Feibai retracted his sword again.

The sword technique he used in his hand was no longer what he used to be.

Looking at the familiar scenery, I was silent for a long time, and walked towards the main hall and towards Bu Yunmeng.

On the top of Yunxiao Mountain, Wang Anfeng, who had been standing in this pavilion for several consecutive days, finally made a new move, but he did not make a sword.

He raised his eyes and looked at the vastness of the world, sighed, turned around and left, before leaving, he weighed the iron sword in his hand and inserted it into the bluestone of the pavilion.

The sword remained motionless.

After Wang Anfeng left, the old man who had been staying halfway up the mountain was rushing up the mountain. The strong wind had no effect on him. He landed on the pavilion and stared at the iron sword that was stuck on the ground. After a moment, he suddenly raised his hand to caress him.

A sword rose up.

The old man subconsciously withdrew his palm, looked at the bloodshots that appeared on his fingers, thought of what he saw in these days, and whispered in a daze:

"One is to stand up and get the artistic conception, and the other is to move and get the moves."

"Get it, and abandon it..."

Wang Anfeng originally came to track the traces of the masters of the White Tiger Hall, but the fragrance master of the White Tiger Hall had already died under the Honghui sword, and the clues were interrupted from then on.

At this time, Honghui had been buried, and he had no reason to stay here. He went to visit the leader of the Tianjian Sect. When he left Tianjian Sect, he saw Hong Feibai who had not been found before on the way down the mountain.

The young man's temples were already a little white, but his temperament became thicker and thicker. He was carrying two swords on his back, one was wide and simple, the other was slender, and a broken sword was tied around his waist.

The broad sword is called Dragon Bone, and the long and slender sword is just a standard sword of the disciples of the Tianjian Sect.
To be continued...