Chapter 284: Fighting for the Number One Swordsman in the World Monthly Pass)
Just when Hou Jin and the Yan Kingdom were fighting, a ceremony to worship the heaven was about to begin. The ceremony itself was full of gimmicks and attracted a lot of people's attention. Coupled with the Dulu Sword Club, this heaven-sacrifice ceremony was number one in the world.
The name of the sword and the best swordsman in the world is even more eye-catching.
The border situation is turbulent, and the situation in the rivers and lakes is ups and downs, and is on the verge of breaking out.
On Donglin Road, the mountain forest was covered with heavy snow, and it was a vast expanse.
In the snow, there is an old man sitting cross-legged. This old man is tall and tall. He has a huge knife next to his hand. This huge knife is about seven feet long and as high as a person. It is engraved with the image of roaring tigers in the mountains and forests.
, lifelike, as if it would break free from the giant sword in the next moment, but the blade was as bright as water, and it was several minutes colder than this cold winter.
This person was none other than Dharma King Muyuan of Daxue Mountain in Houjin. At this time, he was surrounded by masters from Daxue Mountain, Dharma King Muxuan and Dharma King Muli.
King Muxuan is a lean man with bulging cheekbones and sunken eyes. His clothes are also the clothes of the poor people of the Yan Kingdom. On the street, he looks more like a refugee from the Yan Kingdom than the Dharma King who became famous in the later Jin Dynasty.
Next to him, Dharma King Muli is a woman. She was the queen of the Black Feather Tribe back then. Her martial arts talent is amazing. Relying on the powerful resources of the Black Feather Tribe, she has acquired many martial arts skills from various sects in the world. She has a profound level of cultivation.
Unexpectedly, later the Black Feather tribe defected to Zongzheng Huachun, and Queen Muli also joined the Daxue Mountain and became a Dharma King of the Daxue Mountain.
Black Feather Banner was annihilated in one fell swoop in Beihuang Dao, with hundreds of thousands of casualties and casualties, which greatly damaged Black Feather Banner's vitality. As the former queen of the Black Feather Tribe, she was naturally filled with resentment, so she heard that she was coming to Zhongshan to assassinate her.
Prince, she followed Dharma King Mu Yuan without even thinking.
The heritage of Daxue Mountain is not comparable to that of Black Ice Platform, but it should not be underestimated. After all, it has always been a holy land for the grassland people. Zongzheng Huachun was able to unify Hou Jin so quickly, and it was the most important thing that he got the help of Daxue Mountain.
Heavy.
"Zhongshan Mountain is not very tall and steep, and is extremely suitable for ambush soldiers."
Grand Dharma King Muyuan whispered: "Zhao Mengtai is fully prepared this time. Not only does he have dozens of dead soldiers raised, countless gangs such as the Five Gangs Alliance, masters such as Sword Demon, Tianpeng Patriarch, but also a large number of sergeants. These
The sergeants are equipped with a large number of crossbow arrows made of Xuanyang iron, and the powerful crossbows are equipped with poison. With our actions, it should not be difficult to kill Zhao Chongyin."
The master master rushed into the military formation. In addition to the sergeant's human sea tactics, another thing that could kill the master master was the crossbow arrows of Xuanyang Tie. These arrows have the effect of breaking the energy.
This Zimu Xuanyang Iron Breaking Strength does not break the strength at once. Depending on the strength of the person holding the crossbow, the person who resists also needs corresponding strength to resist.
This will undoubtedly increase the consumption of the surrounded masters. Once the internal strength and true energy in the body are exhausted, it will be difficult for even the master masters to get out of the sergeant battle formation.
Moreover, this crossbow arrow contains highly poisonous elements. If you accidentally get poisoned, you will need true energy to suppress the poisonous attack, which will make it even more deadly.
King Muli's eyes were slightly cold, "With such a careful arrangement, Zhao Chongyin cannot escape. It seems that Zhao Mengtai is determined to let his brother die this time."
Two top four-qi masters, three three-qi masters, plus countless sergeants and martial arts masters, as well as the dead soldiers raised by Zhao Mengtai, Zhao Mengtai can almost control all the forces.
In addition to the 300 imperial guards, Zhao Chongyin's side this time also had twelve Xuanyi Guards Da Tiangang, as well as Xu Qianyue, the new Xuanyi Guards Commander-in-Chief and the three-qi master of the Taiping Emperor's imperial bodyguard.
Even if there is a Four Qi Grandmaster next to Zhao Chongyin, how can the prince resist with the current disparity in power?
King Mu Xuan said calmly: "Once the crown prince of the Yan Kingdom dies, the Taiping Emperor will definitely be unable to sit still, and then all the hidden tricks will be exposed."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Dharma King Muli's lips, "I'm really curious about what kind of medicine he sells in this gourd."
The Human Emperor of Dayan was seriously injured in seclusion, and it was elusive. Although many people speculated that he had not broken through this shackles, they all knew that the Human Emperor of Dayan would definitely lay out tricks. All forces in the world were frightened and suspicious.
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After all, this is not only the emperor who has been in charge of Dayan for more than 40 years, but he is also a master of five qi.
The Zhao State and the Southern Barbarians are also worried about this, so as long as the Emperor of the Yan State shows any flaws, he will definitely be surrounded and suppressed by all forces in the world.
By then, Hou Jin will have the support of Nanman and Zhao, and it will become much easier to move south.
King Mu Xuan said in a deep voice: "Although this matter has been carefully arranged, we still have to be careful."
King Muli said: "The news about Ren Meng has been sent, but there is no movement in Yujing City."
"I'm not talking about Zhao Chongyin and the Taiping Emperor."
King Mu Xuan narrowed his eyes and said: "I'm talking about Zhao Mengtai. As long as he kills Zhao Chongyin, this person will definitely turn his back and become merciless. When the time comes, he won't be able to attack us. For him, this is killing two birds with one stone.
Not only have we eliminated the most important political opponent, but we can also claim credit for killing us, thus clearing away all suspicions. Even if the incident does come to light in the end, and the prince is already dead, and he holds our heads, he has no choice but to take over."
Grand Dharma King Muyuan smiled faintly, "Zhao Mengtai has his own plans, and this Dharma King naturally also has my own plans. When the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony begins, rumors will start in Yujing City, and the hearts of Yujing City will definitely be excited by then, and Zhao Mengtai really thinks that
Is Wei Bangfu his? Did the Five Gangs Alliance join him because of some small profits?"
"Zhao Mengtai is just a little insect crawling in his hands. This Dharma King wants him to die at any time."
As he spoke, Grand Dharma King Mu Yuan stretched out his palm and shook it hard.
For Zhao Mengtai, although it is a cooperative relationship, they both put each other aside and keep their trump cards.
Until the last minute, no one knows who will win.
Since ancient times, that kind of people are most likely to die, and those who are not afraid of death are the most likely to die.
Because people who are not afraid of death often ignore their own death. They are accustomed to walking on the edge of a knife, accustomed to making bets with their own lives, and accustomed to using small things to make big gains.
However, if you often walk along the river, your shoes will not get wet. One day, you will slip and fall. Just once is enough to prevent you from turning over.
A few days later, there was that glimmer of light in the morning sun and that ray of sunset in the dusk.
Longshou Rock rises thousands of feet from the ground, with steep peaks and rugged rocks. One huge cliff stands upright, and the other cuts across it, straight into the Tianchi mountainside. It looks like a blue dragon holding its head high, with extraordinary momentum.
At the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, masters from all over the world gathered in the tea shed, most of whom were swordsmen.
The waiter, wearing a thick coat, shuttled around the tables, constantly adding tea.
The harsh sound of gold and iron clashing could still be heard in the distance, like a fierce battle breaking out.
The waiter was already used to it. A month ago, local officials began to prepare for the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. They sent people to the mountain every day to clean up and build a deer platform to worship the sky.
In addition, strictly check for suspicious traces of people within a few miles around.
Even the teahouses along the way are unavoidable and must be raided, so you have to pay some benefits to stay afloat.
As the heaven-sacrifice ceremony gets closer and closer, countless martial arts masters gather here, and these martial arts masters who live on the edge of the knife will naturally fight and kill each other after meeting.
Yesterday, three swordsmen from Keikaido died, and one of them was a master from Tengai Island.
Tianwai Island is an overseas island. Because it is located in a remote area, neither the Yan nor the Zhao Kingdoms wanted to waste their efforts to set foot there. This is why Tianwai Island belongs to a zone of no concern. Many secluded masters have gone to Tianwai Island to escape chaos before.
Therefore, in the minds of everyone, Tianwai Island is an extremely mysterious place.
In the tea shed, everyone was talking about it, and the main content was about the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony and the Dulu Sword Club.
"The prince held a ceremony to worship the heaven on behalf of the emperor. It seems that your majesty has completely decided on the candidate for the throne."
"It should be, otherwise why would this ceremony be held suddenly? This is obviously to build momentum for the prince."
"Everything has settled, and the disputes in the temple will end with this heaven-sacrifice ceremony."
"I'm curious about the Dulu Sword Club. It's said that the ghost swordsmen from the Demon Sect are on their way here."
"Sword Demon or Ghost Swordsman, I don't know who is the best swordsman in the world."
"Only the best swordsman in the world can possess the style of the Dulu Sword."
In the corner of the tea shed, there was an old man with white hair and white beard sitting. He seemed not to care about what was being said around him. He drank tea one sip after another with a leisurely and calm expression.
This man is Liu Moyuan, the sword god of Yuheng Sword Sect.
He didn't know what tricks the Emperor was playing during this heaven-sacrifice ceremony. He was not good at conspiracies and conspiracies, and he didn't spend much time thinking about them. He spent most of his life focusing on the way of the sword.
Everything in the world can only be accomplished with a sword.
It was only one day when it became difficult to make further progress in swordsmanship that he suddenly realized that he should do something for the Yuheng Sword Sect. For example, Sanjian defeated the original genius swordsman Lou Xiangzhen, maintaining his reputation for decades, and also
This allowed Yuheng Sword Sect to stand firm in Dayan Jianghu for more than two decades.
The Yuheng Sword Sect is second only to the Zhenyi Sect in Dayan Jianghu, and he has made huge contributions.
Today, the first reason why he came out was for the Dulu Sword, and the second reason was to fulfill an instruction given to him by His Highness the Crown Prince.
As long as he fulfills this request, he can take away the Dulu Sword.
Liu Moyuan believed that with his strength, as long as he got the Dulu Sword, he would be able to fight even if he met the Five Qi Masters. Even if the Master of Zhenyi Sect had the rare treasure Tianzun Mirror, he would not be his opponent.
It would be logical for him to become the number one master in the Great Yan Jianghu.
A young man walked over quickly carrying a jar of wine and said: "Master, I bought the buns."
This young man's name is Zhou Hong, and he is the most talented swordsman among the contemporary disciples of the Yuheng Sword Sect. Liu Moyuan took him with him and trained him carefully. Just last month, he reached the fourth realm, and his cultivation level in the fourth realm can already be achieved in
He is called a first-class swordsman in this huge world.
He is very talented and very young, and he is also very hardworking in kendo. The only thing that displeases him is his cynical attitude.
After Zhou Hong threw the kraft paper in his hand to Liu Moyuan, he took a big sip of wine and showed a happy expression.
Liu Moyuan said calmly: "A top swordsman should drink less and touch less women, because drinking and sex will only affect the speed of your sword."
Zhou Hong drank all the wine in the altar, threw it out, and said, "Disciple, please bear this in mind."
Liu Moyuan shook his head secretly. Zhou Hong seemed serious this time, but he would soon throw his sincere words behind him. After all, he had never hit a wall before, and he did not understand the principles of life and the principles of the sword.
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But after all, he is very young, and people always have to go through some ups and downs before they can grow up. Just like Lou Xiangzhen back then. If it weren't for his defeat at his own hands, he would have reached the sixth level of sword power, but there is a high probability that he is practicing
Kuai Kendo, not today's Human Kendo.
Among the several superior kendos, human kendo is the most difficult to fathom.
Normally, it is not as powerful as the Heavenly Sword Dao. Once forced into a desperate situation, the power exerted by the Human Sword Dao is definitely superior to the Heavenly Sword Dao.
Moreover, the cultivation method of Tianjian Dao is also strange and difficult to find. In the pre-death instructions of many sixth-level swordsmen throughout the ages, they have said that human swordsmanship is the most promising existence to reach the seventh level.
The Sword of Humanity is more like Confucianism and Taoism. Once you suddenly realize the Tao, you can make rapid progress and make great progress in a day.
Swordsmanship and sword moves can be taught, but the way of swordsmanship is the swordsman's own way, and only he can realize it on his own.
Liu Moyuan took a sip of tea and remained silent.
Zhou Hong also glanced at his ancestor and said: "Grandmaster, who do you think is stronger, the ghost swordsman or the sword demon?"
All swordsmen in the world are curious about the strength of these two men, and Zhou Hong is no exception.
"I don't care about them."
Liu Moyuan put down the tea cup and said calmly: "Because they are not as good as me."
Liu Moyuan's words were very ordinary, just like saying another trivial thing.
Zhou Hong was shocked when he heard this and looked at the Patriarch in front of him.
The current debate in the world is which of these two swordsmen is the best swordsman, but they have forgotten that he was the best swordsman of the same era as the Sword Demon.
Liu Moyuan looked at the towering Zhongshan, "The moment the swordsman draws his sword, you must tell yourself that you are the strongest swordsman, and your sword is the sharpest sword in the world. Only in this way can you move forward indomitably."
After saying that, Liu Moyuan stood up.
"I understand."
When Zhou Hong heard this, he nodded repeatedly.
"No, you don't understand."
Liu Moyuan looked at the young man in front of him, "You are not a real swordsman yet."
A swordsman of the fourth level is already considered a first-class swordsman in the world, a master in the eyes of ordinary people, but at this moment, in Liu Moyuan's heart, he is not even considered a swordsman.
"Go up the mountain."
Liu Moyuan walked towards Zhongshan. A lonely, straight figure seemed to be connected with Zhongshan, and it was constantly engraved in Zhou Hong's heart.
Compared with other high mountains, Zhongshan is not outstanding, but the cold wind on the way up the mountain still makes people feel chilly.
On both sides of the stone steps, the heavy snow had been swept away.
These hundreds and thousands of stone steps are a huge trouble for ordinary people, but for people with high skills in the world, it is naturally not a problem.
An Jing stepped on the stone steps and walked towards the top of Zhongshan step by step. Every time he passed a hundred steps, he could see the garrison soldiers on Donglin Road.
In addition, you can also see many black-clad Xuanyi guards investigating people who come and go in the world, very closely.
When encountering martial arts masters wearing the clothes of a big sect, they usually just let them pass.
Not long after, An Jing arrived at Zhongshan Mountain.
Looking up at the rooftop, there are clouds and mist on the peak, and the mountain path is winding and winding, like a ribbon falling from the clouds. The people at the bottom of the mountain are like small white dots, scattered on the ribbon, slowly moving upward.
On Zhongshan Mountain, various buildings and their facilities have undergone comprehensive overhauls.
Even the mountain roads along the way have been repaired and given a new look.
Prince Zhao Chongyin started fasting three days ago. He wrote the blessings on the blessing board two days ago. He slaughtered the animals, made sacrifices and arranged the sacrificial vessels in the gods' treasury the day before.
On the last day, Zhao Chongyin read the blessing board, burned incense, looked at the altar, looked at the beans, looked at the animals from the divine chef, and finally returned to the fasting room to fast.
On the eve of the sacrificial day, the minister of Taichang Temple led his men to arrange the tablets, offerings, and sacrifices; the music club prepared the band arrangements; and finally, the Minister of Rites conducted a comprehensive inspection.
Only when all these preparations are in place can the heaven-sacrifice ceremony begin the next day.
And on the eve of this massive heaven-sacrifice ceremony, there is another grand event that is about to be held.
Dulu Sword Club.
This Dulu Sword was an important instrument in the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, but it was displayed by Zhao Chongyin to show the heroes of the world.
An altar has been placed in Zhongshan. The altar is circular, surrounded by square torches, and there is a huge tripod in the middle.
This tripod is nine feet high, three feet three wide, and three feet nine deep. The animal face patterns on the neck and three legs of the vessel are powerful and solemn, and the ears are about one foot eight taller than the bronze tripod body.
It adds a majestic momentum to the entire tripod.
The most famous sword in the world, the Dulu Sword is currently placed in this cauldron.
Around the altar stood three hundred guards wearing armor and looking cold and serious.
The imperial guards are all imperial guards, all of them are highly skilled, and any one of them would be a top-notch master in the army. There are only three hundred of them, but at this moment, they actually give people a sense of chilling, which shows how powerful they are.
Countless people from all corners of the world have gathered around the altar.
These people include fellow disciples wearing the same costumes, wandering loners in strange costumes, and even some masters wearing Nanman and Zhao costumes.
Among them were Lin Yiyang of the Yuheng Sword Sect, Jia Fifteen of the Four Elephant Sect, and Zuo Biwen, the master of the Youfeng Valley. Among the crowd, there were also several masters with strength no less than a few others, all with a hint of solemnity in their eyes.
At this time, Zhao Chongyin was standing in the center of the altar, flanked by Zhu Yongfang, the Minister of Rites, and Yue Tingchen, the Minister of Works who had arrived late yesterday.
Zhu Yongfang and Yue Tingchen chatted every sentence. Zhu Yongfang was very curious about the Dulu Sword Club, while Yue Tingchen echoed from the side.
Zhao Chongyin glanced at Yue Tingchen, then turned to look at the people below, and said loudly: "You all come here today to give me a face. You all want to see the style of the best sword in the world, but the best sword in the world
There is only one sword, and it can only be admired by the best swordsman in the world, so I held this Dulu Sword Club to see who is the real best swordsman in the world today."
A Zhao swordsman hid in the crowd and shouted: "Your Highness, the best swordsman in the world, can he take away the best sword in the world?"
Zhao Chongyin glanced at the voice and said, "If you have the ability, just take it."
Wow!
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.
This Dulu Sword is the best sword in the world. The sword body has its own shocking sword energy. Even an ordinary swordsman can instantly become the top master as long as he holds this Dulu Sword.
Among the many swordsmen present, how many are not tempted by the best sword in the world?
In the eyes of a swordsman, a sword is even more precious than a beauty.
After all, with a peerless sword, you can have more beauties.
As Zhao Chongyin finished speaking, the competition of the Dulu Sword Club officially began.
Swordsmen came on stage one after another.
At first, the people who took action were all swordsmen who wanted to gain fame in the world. They had certain strength and wanted to stand out. The purpose of coming to this sword guild was not the Dulu Sword, but to show off their skills.
They also know in their hearts that they cannot afford this most famous sword in the world.
As time went by, some well-known swordsmen began to take action, which also made the Du Lu Sword Association become extremely lively. Especially some swordsmen from the fourth realm and even the fifth realm took action, which made the Dulu Sword Association become even more popular.
Get intense.
The Dulu Sword Club is in full swing, and the competition between swordsmen is a feast for the eyes of the masters present.
A swordsman laughed, flew up and landed on the altar.
It was an old man with a white beard and long hair, and the long sword in his hand was like the cold light of autumn water, which shocked people.
Many people recognized the person and were shocked.
Sword Lord Jiao Youyun is a very famous swordsman in the Yan Kingdom and a swordsman of the same era as Lou Xiangzhen. Although he has not reached the sixth realm, he reached the fifth realm decades ago.
Jia Shiwu and Zuo Biwen both raised their eyelids slightly.
Sword Lord Jiao Youyun drew his sword very fast and defeated the swordsman who was also in the fifth level in just a few swords. This shocked many people present.
The swordsmen who were originally eager to try all stopped.
Sword Master Jiao Youjun stroked the sword and said with a smile: "Is there no one competing for this Dulu Sword?"
"I come!"
After about a few breaths, a clear drink sounded.
Everyone looked over when they heard this voice. It belonged to the Yuheng Sword Sect, and the person who spoke was none other than Lin Yiyang.
"Zongzong Lin is about to take action. He is a swordsman in the sixth realm."
"I didn't expect that he would take action as soon as he came up."
Obviously, many people were very excited about Lin Yiyang speaking out.
Jiao Youjun frowned, then tightened the sword in his hand, "Then today, I will learn from Sect Master Lin's clever tricks."
"one move!"
Lin Yiyang glanced at Jiao Youjun and said calmly.
Jiao Youyun took a deep breath and was not angry because of Lin Yiyang's words.
"Chi!"
A piercing sword light stabbed towards Lin Yiyang. The sword light was extremely cold and carried the pressure of the fifth realm.
If it were an ordinary master, the pressure of the fifth realm would be enough to make it difficult for him to breathe, but now he was facing Lin Yiyang, one of the top swordsmen in the world who had reached the sixth realm.
"bass!"
Lin Yi raised his sleeves and waved his robe, and drew out the Phoenix Sword in his hand.
quick!
too fast!
It was even said that few people present saw how he drew his sword. The moment he waved his sleeves, Jiao Youjun's body in front of him was shaken, and then he was directly knocked away.
"Wow!"
Jiao Youjun stabilized his body, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, then he hugged Lin Yiyang and said, "Thank you, Sect Master Lin, for showing mercy."
Even though they knew that Lin Yiyang was powerful, many people were extremely surprised when they saw that the swordsman in the fifth realm was knocked back by a sword.
And this move completely stopped many fifth-level swordsmen who wanted to come forward and try their skills.
After all, Sword Master Jiao Youyun is also in the fifth realm, and he is still in the Earth Flower Realm. He is not the enemy of Lin Yiyang with one move. What is the point of them going up there.
Lin Yiyang stood above him, with the breeze blowing constantly, and his eyes were calm.
"good."
Zhao Chongyin couldn't help but clapped his hands and said: "Brother Lin is indeed a genius. He has reached the sixth level of swordsmanship at such a young age, which is rare in the world."
Lin Yiyang is less than fifty, but he has reached the level of a Qi master, and his swordsmanship has reached the sixth level. If nothing happens, he will definitely become a top swordsman in the world in the future.
The only pity is that he was born in the wrong era.
In this era, not only are the older generation of top swordsmen suppressing us, but there is also a peerless evildoer who has never been born before.
In the crowd, the sword demon dressed in black looked at Lin Yiyang, his eyes as calm as abyss.
An old man with an ugly appearance and wrinkles next to him whispered in a low voice: "Brother Hao, what do you think of this son's future?"
There is a knife in the old man's hand. The blade is one foot and two inches long. The blade is curved and convex outward. The widest part of the blade is one inch and two minutes. There is a sharp edge on the back of the knife. There are three concave teeth between the sharp edge and the tip of the blade. The blade is sharp.
, the copper handle is in the shape of a rhombus.
The demon sword in the photo is the sword of Patriarch Tianpeng, one of the four greatest swordsmen in the world.
The ancestor of Tianpeng has no fixed address and is extremely mysterious. We only know that his sword skills are rare in the world and his whereabouts are hard to find. In fact, this person was attracted by Zhao Mengtai a few years ago.
He cooperates with Sword Demon in a different way. He is Zhao Mengtai's loyal subordinate. For Tianji Pavilion to develop so powerfully, Patriarch Tianpeng can be considered as the one who deserves the most credit.
However, in order to hide his strength later, Zhao Mengtai asked Patriarch Tianpeng to withdraw from Tianji Pavilion and stay with him.
The sword demon looked at Lin Yiyang, who was attracting everyone's attention at this time, and said calmly: "When we are all dead, we may be able to become a generation of masters, but it is a pity that we met the ghost swordsman of the same generation."
Patriarch Tianpeng shook his head and said: "It is indeed a pity. You said that his genius can be considered a genius, but he is not genius enough to crush the masters of the next era, so he can only wait for the death of the masters of the older generation."
There are so many geniuses in the world. Every era has its geniuses, but how many masters can truly crush the previous era?
What's more, among the geniuses of the previous generation, there may be a monster who can crush the genius of the previous generation.
In troubled times, it is not easy to survive. How difficult is it to stand out?
"Yu Jingcheng let him go last time, this time I let him see my sword."
The sword demon knew that Lin Yiyang had nothing to fear. Only that ghost swordsman was qualified to fight him, and now was the time for him to force out this ghost swordsman.
Lin Yiyang let out a breath and looked towards the crowd.
At this time, a figure in black walked out from the crowd.
The old man was tall, dressed in black, and had a long sword in his hand that seemed to have blood flowing.
Weeping Blood Sword!
This is the Blood-Weeping Sword, one of the top ten famous swords in the world today.
Lin Yiyang's pupils suddenly shrank violently.
When the sword demon Haotian came out with the Weeping Blood Sword, the entire Dulu Sword Society was completely shocked.
"Weeping Blood Sword! This is the Weeping Blood Sword!"
"What a sword demon! He is actually still alive!"
"Oh my god! I didn't expect that Senior Hao is really alive. His swordsmanship reached the sixth realm decades ago."
Everyone was talking a lot, with incomprehensible looks of shock in their eyes.
After all, Sword Demon was once a master of swordsmanship and the only sixth-level swordsman in the world.
Countless swordsmen worship him as a god, and his reputation is like a stone carving, deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.
Xu Qianyue in the distance whispered: "He was the one who killed Zong Zhengyuan."
The Sword Demon attacked twice in Yujing City, once killing Zong Zhengyuan and King Mujin, and once against the Ghost Swordsman.
If you were to kill a ghost swordsman, it would be understandable. After all, you were competing for the best swordsman in the world, but if you were to kill Zong Zhengyuan, what would be the purpose of this?
The entire Dulu Sword Club was in a commotion, and the discussion was like a tide. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sword demon.
Zhu Yongfang, the Minister of Rites, murmured: "I didn't expect that this sword demon would still be so majestic after so many years."
Most of the masters in the martial arts world are unruly, and sometimes they even ignore the laws of the Yan Kingdom. But when they saw the sword demon, the expressions of the masters in the martial arts world changed drastically.
Yue Tingchen said calmly: "This is how terrifying a top swordsman is."
When Lin Yiyang saw Sword Demon Haotian stepping forward, his heart kept beating wildly. The oppressive feeling like a mountain suddenly came over him, making him almost breathless.
He knew that this was the sword power of the Sword Demon.
The power of the Tiandao Sword!
The sword demon looked at Lin Yiyang and said: "Now that there are three sixth-level swordsmen in the world, Lou Xiangzhen, the ghost swordsman and you, I will start with you first and settle the past grudges by the way."
Past grudges!?
Many people frowned slightly when they heard this. Do the Sword Demon and the Yuheng Sword Sect still have a feud?
"Then it depends on your ability."
The Phoenix Sword in Lin Yiyang's hand shook, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.
Lin Yiyang's sword practice is the same as that of Yan Gang, the first genius of Hou Jin Dynasty. It is also a fast sword practice.
It belongs to Zhongyong Kendo. This kind of Kendo pursues speed, the ultimate speed.
The sword demon said: "You practice fast swordsmanship, so I will use fast swords to decide the outcome with you."
"call out!"
As the words fell, Lin Yiyang just felt a gust of wind, and the sword demon had already rushed in front of him.
"Clang Clang Clang Clang!"
Everyone could only hear a series of golden and iron sounds, a little spark, and nothing else.
This is a master-level battle, and it is no longer something ordinary people can experience.
Especially since Sword Demon is still a top master, his strength completely surpasses that of Lin Yiyang.
Lin Yiyang subconsciously drew his sword, but as soon as the sword came out three inches, it was blocked by the Weeping Blood Sword. No matter how he drew the sword or how fast he moved, the sword demon was always three points faster than him, blocking all his attacks.
route.
"Slow, your sword is too slow"
The sword demon said while fighting Lin Yiyang.
Just for a moment, Lin Yiyang was completely suppressed.
Lin Yiyang was clenching his teeth at this moment. Facing the sword demon's heavy rain of sword attack, he could only barely parry, and there was no way to organize an effective counterattack.
Initially, everyone thought that the two of them would have a fierce battle, but once the two of them fought, everyone realized that the strength of the sword demon was far superior to Lin Yiyang, and his words were even more relaxed and complacent.
Lin Yiyang felt extremely frustrated, but no matter how fast the sword in his hand was, the sword of the sword demon in front of him was always three points higher than his own, and he was no match for him.
"Tear!"
The sword demon's sword directly cut through Lin Yiyang's clothes, and a trace of blood was directly exposed.
"Slow, too slow." Sword Demon saw the blood and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Lin Yiyang frowned, gritted his teeth, and sped up the sword in his hand again.
Qiu Wanxia frowned. She knew that Lin Yiyang was no match for the Sword Demon, but with Lin Yiyang's character, he would never admit defeat.
"hiss!"
"Hurry up, hurry up!" The sword demon saw the blood on Lin Yiyang's body, and it seemed as if his own blood was burning and boiling.
After a while, seven or eight wounds appeared on Lin Yiyang's body. Blood dripped to the ground, and a scarlet color appeared on the ground, stinging the eyes of everyone present.
Lin Yiyang still gritted his teeth and persisted, but the sword in his hand became slower and slower.
Zhu Yongfang, the Minister of Rites, whispered: "Your Highness, it seems that Lin Yiyang is no match for the sword demon."
This sword demon is a wanted criminal by the court, and Lin Yiyang is the leader of the Yuheng Sword Sect. If this wanted criminal becomes the leader of the Dulu Sword Society, what will the court do then?
Zhao Chongyin said calmly: "Don't worry, we will just wait and see."
All the martial arts masters present could see that Lin Yiyang was no match for the Sword Demon.
Jia Shiwu sighed: "It's really too strong."
Swordsmen as powerful as Lin Yiyang, who is in the sixth level, are no match for the sword demon.
Zuo Biwen frowned and said: "If the leader of the Dulu Sword Club is taken away by the sword demon?"
Others didn't know it clearly, but Zuo Biwen knew that this sword demon Haotian didn't seem to be from the Yan Kingdom.
On the stage, Lin Yiyang had been hit by several swords.
He practiced fast swords, but his sword was always three points slower than Sword Demon. How could he be Sword Demon's opponent?
The Sword Demon was indeed a sword demon. Although he had the upper hand, he was completely fooling around and humiliating the man who was once touted as the best swordsman in the world.
"enough!"
The next moment, a sound of clear drinking came.
Qiu Wanxia flew forward, stood in front of Lin Yiyang, and said, "This battle is over."
The sword demon's expression was calm, and the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand was still flowing with bright red blood, "What, do you want to admit defeat?"
"me"
Lin Yiyang was about to faint due to excessive blood loss, but the swordsman's instinct told him that he must not admit defeat.
"You win."
Qiu Wanxia hugged Lin Yiyang, who was covered in blood, and then walked towards the audience.
The sword demon glanced at the two of them and said nothing.
There was silence in the audience, and there was no sound.
This once the best swordsman in the world defeated a sixth-level swordsman as soon as he appeared, showing his domineering and strength, and he didn't look like he was using all his strength. How could he not make people feel frightened by him?
There was silence for a long time, and this atmosphere made people feel extremely depressed.
Haotian glanced at it and said: "Why, if no one wants to come up, then Hao will be rude with the Dulu Sword."
Everyone present looked at each other in shock. Lin Yiyang was defeated by him in three strikes, five divided by two, how could they dare to compete with this sword demon?
Zhu Yongfang was a little anxious. This Dulu Sword was originally a royal possession, and he had never said that it would be given to the leader of the Dulu Sword Association. It was entirely the prince's private decision.
If it falls into the hands of Lin Yiyang and it can be recovered, but if it falls into the hands of this sword demon, it will be a big trouble.
Zhao Chongyin's expression was always extremely calm, without any disturbance.
"It seems that there is really no one left, which is really disappointing to me."
The sword demon laughed loudly and walked towards the giant cauldron.
His steps are neither fast nor slow.
But every step is like stepping on the heart, making people beat wildly.
"Didn't you say that the Ghost Swordsman will come?" someone asked strangely.
Everyone was puzzled and then sighed.
"Chi!"
The next moment, a sharp cold light fell from the sky, followed by endless strong winds, which seemed to be even colder than the cold winter weather.
That was a sword light!
An extremely sharp sword light!
And the target of this sword light is exactly where the sword demon will step next.
The sword demon's breath stagnated, all the hair on his body stood up, and he retracted his raised steps.
"Boom!"
The sword light struck heavily on the ground where the sword demon was, and immediately made a deafening sound, which made Zhongshan tremble, and everyone's bodies were shaking.
The giant cauldron was also swaying left and right, and the flames around it were almost extinguished, and then a sound resounded.
"Haotian, why are you in such a hurry?"
Following the voice, I saw a young man in white walking out slowly, a simple long sword in his hand shining with cold light in the sun.