Huge waves hit the shore, hitting the dark rocks and splashing countless fine waves.
It has to be said that the reason why this uninhabited beach has not been developed is that there is indeed a lot of danger. At least at the moment, Qi Yunfei is extremely cautious, even if she is already at the second level of her profession and is approaching the third level.
The body is also very strenuous, and it is difficult to gather strength. Needless to say, ordinary people will be swept away by the big waves if they are not careful.
Qi Mufeng stepped on the beach and walked towards the young man in a coarse white robe. His eyes were solemn. He didn't pay attention to the young sword master. What he needed to be wary of was the man behind him.
A swordsman.
The young man seemed to have discovered him, and Qi Mufeng was slightly surprised. Looking at the many sword masters in Daxia, even among the older people, there were not many who dared to look at him directly.
"Young man, you are very good."
Standing ten meters in front of Su Qinian, Qi Mufeng spoke without the slightest hint of ridicule: "If I can teach a young sword master like you, let the sword master behind you come out, you are not me.
Su Qinian's voice passed through the waves and rang in her ears. Although it was calm, it was like a sea-fixing needle, sinking into the depths of her soul.
After gathering her mind, Qi Yunfei showed a determined look, turned around again, and ignored the waves, facing the waves, and meticulously slashed forward with the iron wood sword again.
"interesting."
Qi Mufeng glanced at Qi Yunfei. The fourth lady who had been exiled in the past had become graceful in the blink of an eye. What was even more rare was that she had actually entered the sword art. This had nothing to do with the simple level of the profession.
, Experts look at the door. In Qi Mufeng's view, even if some swordsmen have entered the advanced level of the profession, they are still not really beginners in the way of swordsmanship. This involves a deeper understanding. From this, it seems that this young man is not only old
The ability to teach people through cultivation is first-rate.
"It's a pity. Young people are capable. In today's Daxia, among the younger generation, you can be among the top five. But there are some things that are untouchable. If you don't call me, I won't hold back."
Qi Mufeng said lightly, he has a majestic figure, like an iron tower, his bronze body is shiny and his muscles are curved, like small dragons sitting on top of him. Behind him, he is carrying a thick-backed sword that is five feet long.
, the gray blade looks dull, but it is engraved with the patterns of rivers, mountains, flowers, birds, insects and fish.
Su Qinian looked at the middle-aged man, looked at his knife, and said calmly: "Why can't it be me."
Qi Mufeng was startled at first, then shook his head and said: "Hundreds of years have passed, and the first people to become saints are already close to their destiny. There are many talented and beautiful people in this world, but the swordsman in his twenties
Holy, absolutely impossible."
In Qi Mufeng's view, the way of swordsmanship not only requires understanding, but also accumulation and experience. It is also a kind of tempering of state of mind and will. There are not enough years to work hard to break through the barrier that hinders the swordsman from leading to the holy realm.
, there is absolutely no possibility.
Therefore, there are many sword masters in this world. There are records of some young and strong sword masters who have become sword masters even before they reach the weak crown. However, from the first time they enter the realm of sword masters, to senior sword masters, and then to top sword masters
, it may take twice, or even several times, the time to be promoted than before.
However, just as Qi Mufeng was thinking, a wisp of terrifying sharp energy rose from the body of the young man in the coarse white robe in front. In an instant, Qi Mufeng fell into an ice cellar, as if there was a mouthful of heaven.
The knife was hanging above his head, and every inch of his body seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and little crystal blood droplets seeped out from the capillaries.
So scary!
Feeling the pressure of the sword that oppressed his soul, Qi Mufeng couldn't believe his eyes. Is there really such a young sword saint?
He couldn't move. Under this pressure, his soul seemed to be frozen and he couldn't control his body at all. Qi Mufeng turned pale with horror. He thought that with his years of cultivation, he would really be able to face a sword saint.
, even if he is defeated, he can still escape. Now he realizes how ridiculous his arrogance is. Standing on the top of the sword master for many years has made him lose his edge.
wrong!
Suddenly, Qi Mufeng's mind was shaken. Even if he faced the man on the back mountain, he would not be able to move under the force of pure pressure. At most, his movements would be slow and his sword would be stagnant, like this.
, it’s like being cast on a body-fixing technique, but it’s unprecedented. Is this person stronger than the one on the mountain after that?
impossible!
Qi Mufeng knew better than anyone else how powerful the one on the back mountain was. As one of the leaders of this group of dead soldiers who were given the surname Qi, his daily practice was sharpened by that one.
It also makes them more adaptable to the majestic energy of the strong.
Looking carefully, Qi Mufeng's eyes were slightly bright. Although the pressure from the front was terrifying, it was not very strong. The sharp energy was more like it was aimed at the spiritual will. There are thousands of sword techniques in this world.
It’s unexpected, but also reasonable.
"Dear Sword Saint, it turns out... it's really you."
Even so, Qi Mufeng couldn't help but lower his posture and use honorifics. If he could suppress him with a ray of sharp pressure, even if he had the power of magic, it was undeniable that he was definitely a holy figure.
The sixth Sword Saint from Daxia!
If he hadn't been there in person, Qi Mufeng would never have believed that the sixth Sword Saint had appeared silently in Daxia, and he was such a young peerless figure. Such a being could not be measured by common sense.
He was thinking a lot and couldn't figure out how such an existence was born in this world.
The waves on the coast were rough. On this corner of the beach, Qi Mufeng was dripping with cold sweat. Although the test was successful, he directly found a real dragon...
"Draw out the knife."
The next moment, the edge and coercion that shrouded his body disappeared without a trace. Qi Mufeng couldn't help but look at Su Qinian. Is there any point in using the sword now?
"Draw out the sword." Su Qinian looked at him with serious eyes and a firm tone.
…
One minute later.
Qi Mufeng collapsed on the ground, his muscles and bones seemed to be falling apart, and he could not gather any strength. He finally used the sword, exerting all his strength, and even vaguely surpassed the peak. The young sword master's sharp edge was really too sharp.
, as if it could reach directly into the soul, inspiring him to go all out, abandon everything, and strike out with the strongest sword in his life so far.
Su Qinian shook his head, turned and walked away. Compared with the previous King of the Dark World, although this one was not bad, he was obviously weaker than him, and could not give him enough nourishment for his sword transformation.
It’s also that his savings are too deep. At the moment, he can only hope to go to Dragon City on this trip to see the top figures in this world and what difference they have in understanding the way of the sword. (Please subscribe.