Li Kezhou crossed the boundary-breaking flying boat and returned to the Five Directions Sword Domain.
Ten Miles of Sword Slope.
As a holy land for wild cultivators in the world, the most indispensable thing here is sword cultivators. There are people who have been staying in the sword hut on Jianpo for ten years, cultivating by absorbing the innate sword energy here.
On this day, the west wind was strong.
On the top of the sword slope, a black sky gap opened in the void, and a flying boat, carrying a person, slowly flew out from it.
This strange scene attracted the attention of everyone in Jianpo, and countless eyes looked over from all directions.
Li Kezhou took the flying boat and looked at the world.
"It's a coincidence that I appeared in this place." Li Kezhou whispered to himself.
He had been to this place thirty years ago, and a tragic fight had taken place here. It was someone else who suffered the tragedy, so naturally it couldn't have been him.
And this place was also the place where he and Xie Yunliu met for the first time.
"Xie Yunliu??"
Li Kezhou thought of this person and what the credited sword girl had said to him.
"Xi Han was broken up by the evil woman Xue Lengren, and both body and soul were destroyed. But the credit sword girl said that she still had a glimmer of hope, and if I want to know where this glimmer of hope is, I must kill her.
Thank you Yunliu."
Just as he was thinking to himself, a master of swordsmanship with self-discipline came up the sword slope and came to him.
"Who are you? I saw you come out of nothingness just now. Such a method is unheard of. It must be your ability to control the flying boat just now. Can my friend show it to me for next time?"
A young man dressed as a handsome young man held a folding fan in his hand and said with a smile on his face.
Li Kezhou came back to his senses and glanced at him lightly.
The young man smiled confidently: "Introduce yourself, I am a disciple of Xiaxing Palace...Xuan Zhen!"
After he finished speaking, he stared at Li Kezhou's expression, as if he wanted to see something from the other person's face, but he was disappointed. The other person's expression was unwavering.
But upon hearing this name, a kind of wild cultivator under Jianpo became excited.
"What! Is he Xuanzhen? The current Holy Son of Xinggong for thirty years?"
"This man is said to be the most talented among the three Holy Sons in the Star Palace for a hundred years, far better than the previous Holy Son Xuanzhai."
"Why does such a great and proud man come to our Shili Jianpo?"
"I am ignorant, I heard that the Holy Sons of the Four Holy Lands will start a duel here today, on this ten-mile sword slope, just like the previous Holy Son of the Four Holy Lands thirty years ago, to determine who is the one of the Four Holy Lands.
head."
Hearing the voice coming from down the slope, Xuanzhen looked at Li Kezhou with a smile, trying to see from the other person's face the look of horror that this person would show after knowing his identity.
But beyond his expectation, he still didn't see what he wanted to see on the other person's face.
"Speaking of the battle that took place at Shili Sword Slope thirty years ago, there is still no conclusion on who was the leader of the Four Saints. Some say it was Master Xiaoyue of the Mo Sect, while others say it was Li Mochen of the Sword Academy."
"My master was a witness at that time. According to what he said, although the fight ended in a draw, what happened later fully demonstrated that the winner was undisputedly Li Mochen from the Sword Academy.
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"That's right! I also heard my father say that at that time, Li Mochen was killing everyone. It is said that there were more than thirty great swordsmen who died in his hands at that time. Every one of them had reached their true state of cultivation, and there were countless great masters.
people."
Li Kezhou listened to everyone's discussion and never imagined that more than thirty years later, that battle was still being passed down orally by descendants.
It's just a pity that there are many people who know him, but fewer and fewer people have seen him, so even if he uses his real face now, no one recognizes him.
Xingong Saint Son Xuanzhen, seeing this person ignoring his words, was secretly unhappy, and his smile gradually disappeared.
"Friend! There are not many treasures in the world that interest me, Xuanzhen. Don't worry! I am the Holy Son of Xinggong after all. I am just curious about your treasures at most, and I will never be greedy. You can feel free to take them out.
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Li Kezhou smiled slightly: "My treasure is called a boundary-breaking flying boat. It has the ability to cross a boundary. The reason why I came out of nothingness is because I just came back from the God Realm."
"What!!!"
Xuanzhen lost color after hearing this.
"You... what you said is true. There is such a treasure in the world that can help people cross the realm and enter the legendary world of gods. Are you kidding me?"
His eyes were full of shock, and then a greedy light flashed. He had never heard of such a treasure. In addition, just now, he saw the other party coming out of nothingness with his own eyes, and he immediately believed it.
Li Kezhou glanced at the young man, smiled faintly, and asked: "Are you the Holy Son of Xinggong this time? Are the previous Holy Sons Xuanzhai still alive?"
"Do you know my master?" Xuanzhen was stunned when he heard this.
"Master? It turns out that you are Xuan Zhai's disciple. His cultivation back then was not very good. The disciples he taught are exactly the same. Not to mention their cultivation, they don't even have the most basic eyesight. It's too much to go out and walk around the world like this.
It's easy to die."
Xuanzhen's face turned dark when he heard this.
At this moment, from a corner down the slope, an exclamation suddenly came from:
"It's him! He is Li Mochen, the man who killed everyone here thirty years ago."
The listeners were in an uproar.
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. It was a white-haired old man who looked to be in his seventies.
This person was one of the people who experienced it. He was still in middle age at that time.
"Impossible! Li Mochen? Isn't he already dead?"
"Legend has it that this person fought with the Sword Immortal and died together in the end. The ice that the Sword Immortal turned into sealed him under the ten thousand feet of black ice. How could he appear here?"
Someone heard and screamed.
This name is not just a name. There are too many shocking deeds behind it. Even after thirty years, it is still passed down from mouth to mouth.
"It's him! It's indeed him. This person has not changed at all from thirty years ago."
Someone else recognized him and echoed that person's words.
Xuanzhen's expression secretly changed, his eyes narrowed, and he asked: "Are you...really the Li Mochen from thirty years ago?"
Although he was asking, he already had the answer in his heart. A person who dared to criticize his master, the Holy Son of Star Palace thirty years ago, who was not very powerful, could not be other than the person everyone said.
"The rumors are indeed rumors, it turns out you are not dead!"
After a brief period of shock, Xuanzhen gradually regained his composure due to the pride in the Holy Son's heart.
He talked eloquently: "I have heard of you, and I can even say it very clearly. You were said to be the strongest person in the world in the last thirty years, but I know that you only relied on external forces, that is, a set of mechanical armor.
That’s it, if you didn’t have mechanical armor, how could you be my master’s opponent back then?”
Xuanzhen's eyes showed contempt.
"It's so lively today! The strongest man from thirty years ago was born. Is it to welcome me, Huo Qi?"
Sounds resounded from all directions.
At the end of the line of sight, a lonely figure, carrying two swords, one black and one white, walked towards this direction step by step.