The path of martial arts has been based on inheritance since ancient times.
Not to mention behemoths like Taoism and Buddha.
A strong person like Ao Changkong, who relies on his own understanding of martial arts to create a sect, is most concerned about whether he can find a suitable successor for his martial arts.
In Ao Changkong's view, Shen Jian, who originally thought that he was extremely talented in swordsmanship, was his best choice.
But now that he has met Lin Xiao, comparing the two of them, Shen Jian's so-called kendo talent is not even worthy of Lin Xiao's shoes!
Even though Lin Xiao has been fighting Ao Changkong with the nine-ringed golden sword at this moment, he can master all martial arts and reach the same goal in the end!
Since Lin Xiao can study the way of sword to such an extent, if Lin Xiao studies the way of sword, he will definitely be able to soar into the sky!
What's more, Ao Changkong could vaguely feel in Lin Xiao that this guy didn't attack with all his strength!
"Senior is worrying too much. Even if I met him a few years ago, I would not become his disciple."
"I have my own inheritance from others, but I can no longer bear this inheritance from my predecessors!"
Lin Xiao said with a chuckle.
Hearing this, Ao Changkong frowned slightly and asked with interest: "I wonder who the inheritance you received comes from?"
"To be able to cultivate a martial arts genius like you, your master must be a world-famous person, right?"
Lin Xiao chuckled, shook his head, and said, "No, my master is just an idle old man in the mountains."
"As for his old man's name, it's better not to mention it again..."
At the end, there was a hint of sadness in Lin Xiao's expression.
Ao Changkong naturally understood what Lin Xiao meant. If his master had not passed away, how could Lin Xiao look so sad when he mentioned his master.
Seeing this, Ao Changkong felt the same way.
No matter how powerful you are and how talented you are in martial arts, it will be nothing more than a piece of loess after a hundred years.
"The years are long, and the Dragon Kingdom has been inherited for thousands of years. These long and long years have buried many amazing talents..."
"If talented people like them can't survive the years, how can an old man like me escape?"
Ao Changkong sighed quietly and said with emotion.
Lin Xiao said nothing because when he first met Ao Changkong, he had already seen that Ao Changkong's current physical condition was not good.
The body's energy and blood were severely depleted, and too much energy was wasted in this battle, and he also suffered some injuries.
After this battle, Ao Changkong, the number one martial artist in the northwest, is likely to die soon!
"It's useless to say more. Let the world see my sixth sword of Dahe Sword Technique for the last time."
"From now on, I am afraid that the Sixth Sword will also be buried beside the Tianhe River together with me!"
Ao Changkong shook his head and smiled, a serious look appeared in his eyes again.
Lin Xiao also looked stern, nodded and said: "Senior, please take action!"
"The sixth sword, Dahe!"
Ao Changkong whispered, and then the aura on his body began to explode.
The momentum is far stronger than the previous five swords!
The awe-inspiring sword energy was like the surging waves in the Milky Way behind Ao Changkong, rushing in all directions without restraint.
With Ao Changkong as the center, sword marks quickly appeared on the ground under his feet.
Even though Baiyuan still hasn't moved in his hand, there is already a monstrous sword energy raging in all directions!
At this moment, Lin Xiao's expression became solemn and he stared at Ao Changkong intently.
Because he knew that Ao Changkong's momentum was far from reaching its peak!
If the legendary figure of Northwest Martial Arts in front of him was at his peak, his strength would never stop there!