Tang Xuanming yawned heavily, feeling tired of this kind of unskilled fighting.
However, a group of ronai and the Emperor of Japan watched intently.
He was shocked by Jue Wushen's powerful and unparalleled defense, and sighed at the ferocity and brutality of Fire Qilin.
"I was indeed right not to take action. Juewu Shen stole the golden bell cover from the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains. After cultivating to become an invincible golden body, his strength was indeed greatly improved. It is no longer as simple as before."
The Emperor of Japan carefully considered Juewu Shen's moves, and when he looked at the young man who was dozing off at the top of the attic, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"Being able to tame the fire unicorn, such a strong man is really terrifying. The most terrifying thing is his age..."
The Emperor of Japan felt his aging body, and then looked at Tang Xuanming's youthful body full of vigor and vitality, and jealousy arose involuntarily.
He was already declining, but the young man in front of him was like the sun that had just risen, with infinite possibilities.
"How strong is he? Did the elders in the sect tame the fire unicorn for him, or did he rely on himself?"
The Emperor of Japan couldn't help but look at the young man lying on the attic like a lazy cat. The young man's body was slender, his limbs were not too thick, and his proportions were good.
He looks like a kid from a rich family who has never practiced martial arts. There are no strong muscles or thick calluses on his exposed arms. This young man does not look like a person who has been practicing martial arts all year round.
Even if your martial arts cultivation has reached an extremely advanced level and you can make all the calluses on your body disappear, the traces of martial arts training cannot be washed away.
For example, when he practices the Heaven-shattering Jue Shou, even though he has reached the point where he has returned to his original nature, the strong muscles in his hands cannot be concealed.
But he didn't see any traces of martial arts training on that young man.
"I'm back, Erha, it's been too long, ah..."
Tang Xuanming let out a long yawn. He was still lying there, but he didn't know when there was a sword in his hand.
Qilin, who was originally entangled with Jue Wushen, immediately left. Jue Wushen turned to look in the direction of Tang Xuanming and laughed wildly: "So what about the Central Plains? The Central Plains martial arts is just a group of self-deprecating martial arts people. It is not worth mentioning.
Mention, Japan is the real land of the rising sun and should enjoy the glory of responding."
"Everything you have comes from me, now it's time for me to take it back!"
"Come on, come down and fight with me. I will let you know what the Immortal Golden Body is. Those stubborn old stubborns in the Central Plains will only restrict your development. Only when you leave everything in our hands can it be carried forward."
He is absolutely not complacent, and even now he doesn't have any injuries on his body.
He has cultivated the Golden Bell Shield from the Shaolin Temple to its peak. Unless his inner energy is exhausted, there is no way to defeat him.
The Emperor of Japan in the distance looked at the arrogant Juewu Shen and slowly shook his head. When he looked at Tang Xuanming, his eyes became truly solemn.
The young man who was lying lazily on the attic slowly stood up, with a wooden sword in his hand.
The distance between Jue Wushen and him was more than ten feet, but his strength was as strong as theirs, and his eyes were extremely sharp, and he could clearly see the wooden sword in Tang Xuanming's hand.
His eyes widened, he looked at Tang Xuanming with an incredulous look, then he held his waist and laughed until he couldn't stand up straight.
"Are you losing your mind and going crazy? (?ω?)hiahiahia, you want to fight me with a wooden sword. Even the top magic weapons in the Central Plains may not be able to break through my defense. You rely on a wooden sword.
sword……"
There was a wild smile on his face, but there was a trace of scruples deep in his eyes.
No matter how wildly he laughed, his eyes never left Tang Xuanming's right hand holding the sword.
With his concentration, he could see more clearly. He could even see the texture on Tang Xuanming's wooden sword, the burrs that had not been completely removed, and the fact that it was purely hand-cut and looked a bit uneven.
The blade of the sword.
It was not just a wooden sword, but a crudely made wooden sword. It was crafted by a young man from an unknown family who admired the legend of knights in the martial arts world.
The material of the sword is the most common white birch. This kind of wood can be found everywhere and is used as firewood.
"Are you going to use this child's toy against me?"
This time Juewu Shen really laughed unabashedly, and the Emperor of Japan, who had been paying attention to this place, was also puzzled.
"Being able to subdue the Fire Qilin, whether relying on the sect or his own strength, proves that this young man is not weak in strength. How could he do such a stupid thing?"
Tang Xuanming faced Jue Wushen, who was laughing wildly, with a calm and calm expression, and said slowly: "My room is called the best in the world, you take care of it!"
Tang Xuanming held the sword upright on his chest, as if he saw a young man who had just entered the world. The ignorant young man didn't understand anything but had loyalty.
He was not dyed into other colors by the big dye vat of Jianghu like other knights in the past, and he still maintained his pure heart until his death.
Staring at the wooden sword in front of him, Tang Xuanming seemed to see the young man's smiling face.
"This sword is for you."
Tang Xuanming lowered his eyes, and then drew his sword in an instant.
No one saw how this sword was used. When everyone saw Tang Xuanming again, he was sitting lazily on the attic.
I didn't know where I got a piece of white satin, and slowly wiped the bloody wooden sword...bloody!
The Emperor of Japan's pupils shrank. With his strength, he could only see an afterimage, and he could not even completely capture Tang Xuanming's movements. Thinking of that mysterious sword, he broke out in cold sweat.
coming.
Jue Wushen, who was extremely arrogant, froze on the spot, staring at the wooden sword in Tang Xuanming's hand, looking at the trace of blood on the wooden sword, and then looking down at his chest, there was a trace of bright red, and
is constantly expanding.
He couldn't help but recall the action of Tang Xuanming's sword just now. The sword was neither expensive nor gorgeous, and it was very different from the swords of the martial arts swordsmen in the Central Plains.
The only thing that is different is that it is fast, unparalleled speed.
It was so fast that Jue Wushen couldn't react. He saw the young man's sword touch his chest like a dragonfly touching water.
Originally, the body that even the most advanced divine weapons might not be able to pierce seemed to have encountered a natural enemy when it encountered the wooden sword over there.
After he changed the golden bell into an invincible golden body, the bell had no fixed location at all and could wander around the body at any time.
As his thoughts flowed, even a magic weapon could not pierce it.
But when the young man handed over the sword, he happened to meet his shield.
The layers of Gang Qi were cut open like tofu, and all solid places were bypassed.
The wooden sword that a child could easily break broke through all his obstacles and struck his heart with one sword.