Huanhen landed in front of the palace and put away his escape light. He was dressed in powerful clothes, tied up his long hair, and carried a long sword on his back. His demeanor was elegant and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, like a swordsman walking in the world.
Sheathing a spiritual sword is a special way of raising a sword.
When the disciples of Qingyang Temple saw him, they all bowed and saluted with awe on their faces.
These disciples also fear Li Yuaxu and Shen Chen, but the two kinds of awe are different. They fear Huanhen more than they respect him. Anyone who has seen his performance on the battlefield will be full of fear of him.
In the Storm Realm, Huanhen's reputation is comparable to that of Guan leader Li Yuaxu and Tiangong Alliance leader Shen Chen.
He adheres to the way of killing swords and is at home on the battlefield. He takes the lead in every battle. He rushes into the enemy's formation with his sword. However, when the sword light flashes, blood and stumps fly, his fresh life is taken away in an instant, leaving behind a dead body.
There is a corpse, but his face does not change.
Whether enemies or allies, seeing this scene will make them tremble in fear.
There were countless corpses lying under his sword, and he could be said to be a strong man who emerged from the sea of blood.
Those disciples looked extremely respectful, they didn't dare to express their anger, and they lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at the phantom marks.
Huanhen is aware of his reputation, but has no intention of changing it. This is his way, and he doesn't need to care about other people's eyes.
If the enemy is afraid of him, it is a good thing to be timid before fighting.
He had a stern look on his face and just said a faint 'hmm' as he walked past these disciples, acting very coldly.
If he wasn't a junior from the same sect, he wouldn't even bother to respond, but the more he behaved like this, the more at ease he felt.
Even the disciples of Qingyang Temple feel great pressure when facing Huanhen. If Huanhen suddenly one day behaves like other teachers and teaches them sincerely, they will only feel panic.
Huanhen restrained his sword intent and walked to the palace gate. Just as he was about to touch the ban and go to see the temple master, a spiritual light suddenly flashed across his waist.
He moved slightly, stopped, a little surprised, and then disappeared in a flash.
After Huanhen left, all the disciples felt relieved and did not dare to talk about their teacher and dispersed.
At this time, Huanhen flew down to a peak on the side. The height of this peak was similar to the main peak where the palace was located, but there was a large formation near the top of the mountain, hiding it. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary building.
of mountain peaks.
The top of the mountain was built into a regular platform, which would serve as a platform for Qingyang Temple disciples to compete in the future.
There were two people standing on the ring, it was Shen Chen and Jian Nu.
"Senior Brother Shen is well."
Huanhen fell to the ground and bowed to Shen Chen.
He was Shangguan Lifeng's apprentice. Qin Sang and Shangguan Lifeng were close friends, so Li Yufu recognized him as his junior brother.
However, after the death of Shangguan Li Feng, both Li Yufu and Shen Chen gave Huanhen a lot of advice and called him senior brother. Huanhen has always treated him as a teacher and treated him with meticulous etiquette.
After bowing, Huanhen turned to look at Jian Slave. He noticed Jian Slave as soon as he arrived here.
The sword slave stood there quietly, unable to even feel the fluctuations of spiritual power on his body, just like a mortal. However, Huanhen could feel a special charm from the sword slave, and immediately concluded that this person must be a sword cultivator!
A strange color flashed in Huanhen's eyes. This person's abyss is as deep as the sea and cannot be seen through. His cultivation must be higher than his own. When did such a master of swordsmanship appear in the Storm Realm?
Because the amount of Qing Ling Qi is limited, whoever is given out must be carefully considered, judging each person's talent, character, etc., and then giving it to the person who has the most hope of making a breakthrough.
Today, more than 90% of the god-transformation monks in the Storm Realm have made breakthroughs with the help of Qingling Qi, received its blessings, and inherited its karma. These people have all appeared on the battlefield, and their names are widely known and cannot be hidden.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some people break through quietly, fearing the Changyou clan, and hiding. Not everyone can put the overall situation first. No matter what the situation is, it is inevitable that someone will have different intentions.
Huanhen didn't care about the origin of the sword slave. His instinctive reaction was to finally meet a fellow master who could prove the way of swordsmanship. The spiritual sword behind him moved in response to his heart, and the sound of the sword sounded.
Sensing Huanhen's fighting spirit, Shen Chen smiled and said, "I haven't paid my respects to Senior Sword Slave yet!"
Although he and Sword Slave both belong to the realm of deity transformation, Qin Sang calls him a Taoist friend, and his attitude towards Sword Slave is obviously unusual, so he calls him a senior.
Unless there is a special instruction from Master Tian Yue, Sword Slave does not care about red tape and will not talk too much.
When Shen Chen heard the name 'Sword Slave' for the first time, he was slightly surprised. After all, who would use the title of slave to demean themselves?
But to Huan Hen's ears, this name has a special meaning. He calls himself a sword slave, and he must only have swords in his heart. He is a pure sword cultivator!
"Greetings to Senior Sword Slave!"
Huanhen's eyes flashed with light, his fighting spirit increased instead of diminished, and his whole body was like an unsheathed sword.
Shen Chen understood the temperament of this junior brother and had already expected this. He looked at Jian Slave and said, "Senior Jian Slave, this..."
The sword slave said cheerfully: "I'm about to have a swordsmanship contest with my little friend Huanhen!"
Shen Chen nodded, ducked out of the ring, and landed on the nearby viewing platform, where the ring formation was about to be fully activated.
On the arena, only Sword Slave and Huanhen were left.
The two of them were ten feet apart, looking at each other.
Huan Hen was carrying a sword in full attire, and the spiritual sword was vibrating frequently behind him. The sound of the sword shook the sky, as if he couldn't wait to kill the enemy for his master.
In the sound of the sword, his momentum continued to accumulate, rising step by step, integrating with the sword's intention, and his edge became stronger and stronger.
On the other hand, the sword slave was dressed in black, with his feet slightly apart and his arms hanging naturally, so you couldn't see where his sword was.
His eyes were a little cloudy, and there was no sharpness in them. He just looked at Huanhen calmly, like a weathered old man looking at a fledgling junior.
'Buzz buzz...'
The sound of swords echoed throughout the arena.
Suddenly, Huanhen opened his eyes slightly, his momentum finally reached its peak, and the sound of the sword suddenly stopped.
With a cry, the spiritual sword was unsheathed, and the sword's light suddenly appeared, like a stream of autumn water, eye-catching and dazzling.
At this moment, Shen Chen, who was watching the battle in the audience, changed his expression suddenly and stood up suddenly, his face full of shock.
The sword light dimmed, but it never left Huanhen's back. The spirit sword was only halfway out of the scabbard and then froze there.
The spirit sword had not been unsheathed, and Huanhen stood there without moving even half a step, staring straight ahead. There was a sword there, with the tip pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows, less than three inches away from him!
The moment he was about to draw his sword, he suddenly felt a huge crisis coming, but before he could counterattack with his sword, the sword appeared in front of him.
Huanhen does not have any protective treasures, only a sword and the sword intention everywhere around him, which is his most proud defense method.
The sword spirit forms the strongest barrier, which can resist any enemy attack. As long as the attack is approaching, it will meet the opponent's most powerful counterattack. It is faster than any protective treasure and is worthy of trust.
But when facing the sword slave, the sword intention barrier failed. The sword easily passed through the sword intention barrier and suddenly appeared in front of him. His protective sword intention had no response, or had no time to react.
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If the sword slave hadn't been merciful, the sword might have penetrated his forehead and pierced his head.
Huanhen knew that this was Sword Slave's sword, but he didn't see when Sword Slave sacrificed the sword or what sword technique he used.
Huanhen tried to find a reason for himself. If it weren't for the sparring and the sword slave didn't stop, he would definitely be able to resist with the sword and would not be unable to fight back. But Huanhen deduced it over and over again, and the conclusion was the same, he might be able to
If you block the first sword, it will be difficult to block the second sword!
The battles between monks who transform themselves into gods are mixed with the competition of divine power. Those with higher cultivation level can use the divine power to suppress their opponents.
Huanhen knew that his cultivation level was not as good as that of Sword Slave, so he had been prepared for this, but the other party clearly did not use any of the power of Heaven.
This was a fair sword fight, and I lost, so completely.
'boom!'
The spirit sword returned to its sheath, Huanhen lowered his head, "I lost."
The shock in Shen Chen's eyes has not disappeared. Huanhen is definitely no match for Sword Slave, but he didn't expect that this battle would end so quickly, and Huanhen would not be able to take the next sword.
No wonder Master attaches so much importance to Sword Slave!
Shen Chen even had some doubts as to whether Fairy Liuli and the leader of the Changyou clan were Jiannu's opponents.
Just as he was about to fly towards the ring, a figure appeared beside him. It was Li Yuaxe.
"Senior brother..."
"I've seen it," Li Yufu nodded, his eyes shining brightly, and he sighed, "Uncle, there are really no virtuous people around him!"
Shen Chen deeply agreed.
The two of them landed on the ring, bowed to the sword slave, and both looked at Huanhen.
Huanhen didn't notice their arrival and stood motionless. The spirit sword had been taken back by the sword slave. Huanhen's eyes were lowered, as if he was looking back at the battle just now, immersed in it, and the sword intent was floating around his body.
Seeing that he seemed to have gained something, the sword slave nodded secretly, he was a talent that could be made.
After a while, Huanhen woke up and when he saw Li Yuaxe, he quickly saluted, "See the temple master, junior brother, I'm rude."
Li Yuaxu smiled and nodded, and saluted the sword slave solemnly, "Junior brother Huanhen is devoted to pursuing the way of swordsmanship, but he has no famous master. Could you please give me some advice, senior, I would be very grateful!"
Huanhen showed an earnest look. He believed that the way of swordsmanship should move forward without any blind arrogance. Any strong swordsmanship practitioner would be his teacher.
The sword slave glanced at Huanhen, turned around and walked out of the ring, "If you want to learn swordsmanship, just come with me."
"Thank you for your advice, senior!"
Huanhen bowed and followed quickly.
Watching them leave, Shen Chen sighed and looked at Li Yuaxu, "Master is in seclusion? I don't know what else to explain?"
Li Yuaxu nodded, moved his lips slightly, and said something through the sound transmission.
Shen Chen looked solemn and nodded frequently.
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To the south of Zhongzhou and slightly to the west, there are countless islands in the sea, where the Changyou people live.
The islands are distributed regularly, and some can be connected to form an island chain. The Changyou tribe can deploy their army here to form a solid defense line.
In the past, there would be ferocious beasts running out of the filthy land, but they only appeared occasionally, and there was usually only one at a time. They would not cause much damage, and the masters of the Changyou Clan practicing nearby could surround and kill them.
It wasn't until that attack by a group of ferocious beasts that the Changyou Clan suffered heavy losses. Later, when the Storm Realm was discovered, the Changyou Clan stationed its army here.
The Storm Realm organized several counterattacks, but every time they pushed the Changyou clan back here, they would be unable to continue, and they would be attacked back by the Changyou clan. The battlefield has been pulling back and forth in the sea between the two places. Now that the Changyou clan has gained the upper hand,
He also occupied the Western Wasteland.
Beyond the first island chain, there are two islands-like gathering places behind. The Changyou tribe can retreat again and again. The depth of the battlefield is unmatched by the Storm Realm.
The tribesmen here suffered numerous casualties when attacked by ferocious beasts. After hundreds of years of recuperation, they are gradually recovering.
Outside the three-layer island chain, there is a vast continent, which is the most prosperous and core area of the Changyou Clan. Most of the famous families are here, as well as the ancestral temple of the Changyou Clan.
The Ancestral Temple is the most important holy place in every alien tribe. The ancestors are worshiped in the temple. The aliens believe that only by worshiping their ancestors devoutly can the ancestors guide them to find the road.
This continent is called Shengmuyuan, and legend has it that the ancestors of the Changyou tribe once bathed in a holy lake here.
There are countless rivers and lakes in Shengmu Plain, and there is abundant rainfall. Almost 60% of it is water. There are still many swamps, wetlands and rainforests, and there is very little truly dry land. The land is divided into pieces by water flow. When viewed from above, it looks like an inverted landscape.
Like islands in the sea.
This is exactly the environment that the Changyou tribe likes. The Changyou tribe is born with magical powers to control water, and mortals are also born to like water.
The Holy Lake is the holy land of the Changyou people, and the ancestral temple is built in the center of the Holy Lake.
The chiefs and elders of the Changyou Clan are responsible for guarding the ancestral temple. Unless something big happens, they will not leave the holy lake easily.
The patriarch's mansion is located by the holy lake, and the patriarch is retreating in the mansion at this time.
In a certain quiet room, an oil lamp burned quietly.
The leader of the Changyou clan sat cross-legged under the lamp. The light produced a plume of white smoke, which was inhaled into his nose.
Lamp oil is a special spiritual object. After burning, it emits a fragrance, which has the effect of calming the mind and assisting in spiritual practice. It is also a very rare treasure in the Changyou clan, and only the clan leader and clan elders are eligible to enjoy it.
Zhu Yan and the imperial clan under his command were often brave, good at fighting, and physically powerful, and the Changyou clan was no exception. Most of their clansmen were mighty and majestic.
However, this clan leader is short and thin, only half the height of the normal Changyou tribesman. His cheeks are almost concave, making his cheeks look more like a sharp-mouthed monkey. The four ears on both sides are extremely large, and his appearance is quite strange.
While he was meditating quietly, the head of the Changyou Clan flapped his ears slightly, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the quiet room seemed to be brightened for a moment.
The ban on the quiet room was touched by outsiders. The leader of the Changyou clan felt that he was the third son he valued most. He had made an explanation before retreating, and others did not dare to disturb him at this time.
He frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Father!"
The patriarch's son's voice was a little panicked, as if he had encountered something terrible, "A man asked me to give a letter to my father, saying that he would wait for him outside the Holy Land!"
The eyes of the leader of the Changyou clan narrowed slightly. His son also had the first level of Kongjing realm. Who could make him so panicked that he would obediently send the letter despite disturbing his own cultivation?
The door to the quiet room silently opened a crack.
The patriarch's son held a talisman letter in his hands. Suddenly, he felt a light touch on his hand, and the talisman letter flew into the quiet room.
The leader of the Changyou clan opened the talisman letter, looked at it twice, and his expression suddenly changed.
He stood up slowly, thinking about something in his mind, and his face was uncertain. Finally, his expression returned to calm, and he walked out of the quiet room and said to the third son who was standing aside respectfully: "Keep this matter in your stomach."
The patriarch's son trembled all over, "My son, obey!"