Several figures landed on the ground, holding swords and looking at Xu Yongan warily.
When they saw Xu Yongan's appearance clearly, they all showed shocked expressions.
"Boy, how could it be you?"
"You're not dead?"
The person leading the group is surprisingly the senior brother of Fengyun Sword Tomb, Chen Xiong.
Chen Xiong frowned slightly and said coldly: "Boy, where is Liu Wudao? Where are they?"
After Xu Yongan saw Chen Xiong, a mocking smile appeared on his face and said: "Chen Xiong, what do you think?"
"Be bold!"
"You brat, how dare you talk to our senior brother like that!!"
The disciples from Fengyun Sword Tomb on the side couldn't help it anymore and shouted.
"Hmph! Noisy!"
Xu Yongan snorted coldly, raised his hand and twirled it, sucking the hilt into his palm, slightly stimulating his true energy, and absorbed all the pieces of iron slag scattered on the ground, merged with the hilt, and turned into a cloth again.
A broken sword full of cracks.
The sharp sword energy disappeared in a flash.
A ray of sword light suddenly pierced the disciple's throat at an extremely fast speed.
Chen Xiong's face changed slightly, he took a step forward, raised his hand and waved his sword energy, and the strong wind surged up, suddenly blocking the sword energy.
boom!
The strong wind exploded, blowing gusts of wind, and the surrounding leaves rustled and trembled.
"What exactly did you do?"
Chen Xiong stared at Xu Yongan. He could feel that Xu Yongan was a little weird at the moment.
Sword Qi, Sword Intention, and True Qi were almost blended into one. The sword just now was just swung at random, but it also had the feeling that the Sword Intent was perfected and integrated with each other. It almost killed the disciple in one blow.
The disciple of Fengyun Sword Sect took half a step back with a frightened expression on his face.
He didn't expect that Xu Yongan would take action so quickly and so harshly?
"When you wantonly slaughtered my Qingfeng Sword Temple disciples, did you ever feel the slightest regret?" The sword energy on Xu Yongan's body continued to emerge, and the sharp sword intent was like a wild wave, surging one after another.
The wind-like sword intent spread out, and the surrounding trees were cut off by the sword intent. Invisible wind blades floated around Xu Yongan, as if they would pounce on Chen Xiong and others at any time, tearing them apart.
Chen Xiong felt Xu Yongan's momentum, as if he suddenly thought of something, and said: "I understand, you swallowed the seeds of the Cangjian Silver Tree, and borrowed the incomplete kendo on it
According to the law, you have forcibly broken through and reached the state where man and sword become one, but in fact, your body has long been exhausted, and even if you can borrow its power, you will not be able to hold on for long."
"It's a pity, it's a pity that that seed was wasted..."
Chen Xiong's tone was full of regret.
But when faced with Xu Yongan's question, he didn't answer a single word.
It seems that in his opinion, figuring out why Xu Yongan suddenly became stronger is far more important than answering such trivial matters as the reason for the murder.
This contemptuous attitude, this disregard for life, completely angered Xu Yongan.
"Damn it!"
"You all deserve to die!"
"You executioners who care so little about human life should all die!!"
Xu Yong'an used his strength to activate the sword pills in his Dantian. The broken sword in his hand suddenly broke and fell into pieces. As Xu Yong'an swung the sword, it turned into dots of stars in the strong wind and rushed towards the fate of Fengyun Sword Tomb.
Go through the door.
“The storm is rising!!”
Chen Xiong and several disciples from the Fengyun Sword Tomb sacrificed their swords one after another, and jointly performed the Fengyun Sword Technique. The combination of sword intent also unleashed a power that did not belong to Xu Yongan.
The two sides clashed together, and the strong wind tore apart. Under the influence of this powerful force, the soil and turf on the ground were pulled up inch by inch and suspended in the air. Countless leaves flew horizontally, branches broke, and the scene was chaotic.
confusion.
Under the battle of two forces, two completely different cyclones collided together. The surrounding trees, stones, and soil were all twisted and destroyed. The forest was constantly swaying under the battle of the whirlwind, as if it was the end of the world.
Arrive.
On the mountain peak not far away, Mr. Wuhen and the rest of the team members watched this scene silently.
Yang Zixu said: "Senior Wuhen, why would you give such a precious Cangjian Silver Tree seed to such a person who is not strong in all aspects?"
"With his qualifications, he is completely unqualified to inherit Jianwan."
"Whether it is swordsmanship, cultivation, or talent, they are far inferior to us."
"Indeed, compared to you, he is indeed far behind." Young Master Wu Wuhen nodded slightly, acknowledging Yang Zixu's point of view.
"Then why..." Yang Zixu asked puzzledly.
"But, he is a person from the upper world, and he is also a drowning person full of despair. If you give such a person a piece of driftwood, what will he do?" Mr. Wuhen asked in a calm tone.
"Of course I'm holding on desperately and trying every means to survive." As he spoke, Yang Zixu understood what Mr. Wuhen meant, "Senior, you mean that he is now the drowning man holding on to the driftwood.
?”
"That's right." Mr. Wuhen nodded slightly and said softly: "The ancient way of sword cultivation is too dangerous and the possibility of failure is very high. Without a strong will, it is difficult to practice and even more difficult to achieve success."
"You haven't reached this stage yet, so there is no need to take this road."
"Once the sword pill is completed, you can only practice swordsmanship for the rest of your life."
"Moreover, if Kenmaru wants to go further, the price he will pay is unbearable for you."
Everyone nodded thoughtfully, somewhat understanding Mr. Wuhen's arrangement.
"Senior Wuhen, do you think he can win?" Yang Zixu asked as he looked at the evenly matched fight between the two sides.
Mr. Wuhen looked calm, standing with his hands behind his back, still looking at the two whirlwinds, and said slowly: "He will win."
"Because he has a reason why he can't lose."
"Of course, if he loses, I will take back the sword pill and give it to others."
Hearing what Mr. Wuhen said, everyone realized that when Mr. Wuhen was refining the sword pills, he had left behind a backup plan.
Thinking about it, with Mr. Wuhen's character of making sure mistakes are made, he will definitely not do anything that is uncertain.
The anxiety of the battle was finally interrupted by a bright sword light after more than ten seconds.
Xu Yongan's figure suddenly appeared behind the people at Fengyun Sword Tomb. His hand was still broken, leaving only the hilt of the sword.
The expressions of everyone in Fengyun Sword Tomb gradually became stiff, and their faces were dotted with stars, as if they were decorated with ornaments, shining brightly under the sunlight.
If you look carefully, the spots on the faces of everyone in Fengyun Sword Tomb are actually tiny pieces of iron?
"Boom boom boom..."
Everyone in Fengyun Sword Tomb fell directly to the ground, completely losing their lives.
Xu Yongan turned around calmly, went into several people's pockets and bags, and found four seeds.
Xu Yongan casually picked up a long sword, placed the bag containing four seeds next to the body, jumped up, and flew in the direction of the other Fengyun Sword Tomb disciples.
Revenge begins...
Seeing this scene, Mr. Wuhen chuckled lightly and ordered: "Shadow Sword, go get the things back."
"yes."
Shadow Sword moved, jumped up a few times, jumped to the corpse, and picked up the bag.