I have many teachers

Chapter 138 The saint in the sword is named Sanyu (1\2)

Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue felt their bodies stiff.

It seems that the body has lost control, but he can feel the blood rushing towards the limbs and bones under the accelerated beating of the heart, rushing towards his brain, the impacted eyes are a little dizzy, and the impacted brain loses the ability to think normally ability.

They came out of the Jiange.

The hundreds of spirit swords were on the ground hundreds of meters in front of them, clanging loudly.

They watched the blue-shirted boy striding forward, but they never thought that he was so strong.

"An Feng..."

At this moment, Wang Anfeng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stopped moving forward. Baili Feng and Tuoba Yue were a little confused, and then heard a long sword sound, and a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye oscillated between Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang He rose up, swept across the four directions, until the long swords blew in unison.

Unconsciously, a trace of uneasiness emerged in Bailifeng's heart, he took a step back subconsciously, his eyes widened, and said:

"what is this?"

"Three Foolish Swords."

An old voice sounded behind them. When they turned around, they saw an old man in shabby clothes, with a snakeskin bag on his waist, and a huge wine gourd in one hand. He looked at the front without blinking, and replied casually. :

"It's also the highest sword on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain."

"It was used by the Juggernaut more than a hundred years ago."

When the words fell, the old man was also puzzled.

The Three Foolish Swords, who had been attracted by the girl just now, and then rejected the path of the Juggernaut, should have ended there, at most like those spirit swords just now, attracted by Qi, and instinctively counterattacked.

At this time, why did such a strange situation appear again?

In the distance, there were several figures rushing over, there was Gong Yu with a cold expression and a sword behind him, there was the graceful and luxurious head of the sect with jade phoenix hair, and there was the elder in white with black hair and a quiet expression.

The strength of the soaring energy collided with the void, stirring the invisible sword energy, and the waterfall roared down like thunder. On the Sanyu sword, there was a hidden stream of light that converged, and then lifted up, as if performing an ordinary sword technique, it stabbed straight at Wang Anfeng .

The blade shook the void.

Wang Anfeng took a step back, raised his sword to seal it, and the two long swords touched.

The Eight-Faced Han Sword trembled slightly, and the blades on both sides vibrated, making a long sword chant.

Gong Yu and the others landed beside the old man and bowed to the old man, but the elder only looked at Wang Anfeng and Sanyujian who were gradually fighting below, his eyes were black and white, and his expression was quiet.

Jiu Zizai Sanren drank a sip of wine, and looked together, watching the two swords clash, no matter how fierce and swift Wang Anfeng's swordsmanship was, the Three Foolish Swords only used simple sword moves, but they could completely break through each other. Qi Ming, like praise.

After watching for a long time, the Great Elder suddenly spoke and said softly:
"Three Yujian, looking for an inheritor."

"The inheritor of swordsmanship."

There was another attack below, and the 72 hand Shipo was broken again. Wang Anfeng retreated, and the Sanyu Sword was forced unhurriedly as if being held in someone's hand. , quickly spread towards the limbs.

The Qingyue bell rang.

Faint red-gold Buddhist inscriptions appeared on Wang Anfeng's face, making the boy's face a little more solemn.

The sword suddenly screamed and slashed obliquely.

The long sword in Wang Anfeng's palm was deflected, and the Sanyu sword lightly swept across the young man's body, touching several large acupoints, and the fierce energy submerged into Wang Anfeng's body, and the inner force of the golden bell that had just surged was like The snake, which was hit to seven inches, immediately shattered in the boy's body.

The abnormalities that appeared on his face dissipated, and even Lei Jin was scattered.

The internal force raised dissipated, Wang Anfeng staggered slightly, and retreated towards the back. The movement was a little bigger, stirring up the stagnant water under his body, and leaping into a clear stream, but was smashed into pieces by the sword of Sanyu, turning into pieces. The real mist rushed towards Wang Anfeng. In the mist, there seemed to be a dragon poking its claws and flicking its tail. The sword was sharp. Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth and held his long sword across his chest.

The sword point of the Sanyu Sword is on the ridge of the wooden sword.

Wang Anfeng's face was slightly pale, and he was beaten back again and again, only ten meters away.

The sword was raised slightly, and the blade was pointed at the young man. It seemed that there was a swordsman holding the sword, and he was quite dissatisfied with him. He asked him to come again. Wang Anfeng exhaled, gritted his teeth, raised the sword and stepped forward again to slash.

The old man in the distance frowned, looked at this scene, and said:
"Swordsmanship? Inheritance?"

The Great Elder nodded, his eyes reflected the scenery below, and he spoke quietly:
"Dao begets one, one life two, two begets three, three begets everything."

"The swordsmanship of the Juggernaut is to conquer the world and form a world of its own."

"It was the inheritance of the road just now, and now it is the inheritance of pure swordsmanship, without any adulteration."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and the look of searching appeared in the woman's eyes, as if she was thinking, she opened her mouth again:

"Probably the former child, with the disposition of the sword master back then."

"And this child's swordsmanship has the taste of a juvenile sword master."

Jiu Zizi's pupils shrank slightly, this evaluation was much higher than what he just gave.

Although it is difficult to go up to the third rank, the world is so big that there is almost no end to it. People in the rivers and lakes are like crucian carp crossing the river. Every ten years, countless young people enter this vast rivers and lakes. There are always some, and there are even those who hold divine weapons and use the third-rank middle rank to match the upper third rank.

But, that's the Juggernaut.

The old man looked at the young man in blue shirt who was retreating step by step under the sword of Sanyu, and then looked at the girl in white clothes who had barely stood up, her eyes were shining brightly, her eyes were a little straight.

"Mother Xipi..."

Suddenly another thought came to mind, and he suddenly turned around to look at the great elder next to him, his eyes widened, and he said, "Wait a minute, if Sanyu Sword can distinguish these by itself... then, wouldn't it be..."

Jiu Zizi's tongue couldn't help but get a little knotted.

The Great Elder nodded slightly, and said softly:
"The Divine Soldier is hopeful."

The old man hissed and gasped.

Turning around again, the expression of looking at the long sword was already full of solemnity.

Divine soldiers have spirits.

A true magic weapon can almost be treated as a fellow daoist, not a weapon.

But, is the Juggernaut really that strong?
The old man was shocked.

His saber is so powerful that it already has the qualifications to become a magic soldier?Then how strong was he before he was alive?Overwhelm all the wizards in the world?

Thoughts were churning in his chest, but he shook his head and sighed:

"If that little guy knows that he gave up a magic weapon, will he regret it?"

The great elder turned his head and glanced at him, seeing that his old friend's eyes were still clear, but there was a hint of self-mockery.

Then he knew in his heart that it was not Xue Qinshuang who regretted it, but the wine in front of him was tempting.

He realized that he was greedy, and deliberately expressed the thoughts in his heart in this way, so that he could face his own desires directly, and prevent them from growing and being polluted by them.

The Great Elder withdrew his gaze and said softly:
"Whether she will regret it or not, I don't know, but even if she holds the hilt of the Sanyu Sword, she can only realize the path of the Sword Master, but cannot take the sword away."

"There is only one sword in the sword master's world."

"And this sword will only have one master, the Juggernaut."

The voice was calm, only sounded between the two of them, and then was covered by the thunder of the waterfall.

Wang Anfeng below only felt that he was struggling. Although there was only a sword in front of him, it brought him unimaginable terrifying pressure.

He didn't even feel that he was drawing the sword.

Instead, the Sanyu sword on the opposite side was controlling him to draw the sword, and every move blocked all the options that could be shot, leaving only one flaw.

The way of the art of war, surrounds three and lacks one.

The young man realized clearly in his heart, but at this moment it was difficult to break free from the vortex that made him uncomfortable.

Every breath, every moment, there is only one choice before him.

It should be enough to draw the sword like this.

This is the only way to draw the sword.

The strength contained in those plain sword moves made him feel like a marionette, extremely uncomfortable, but it also showed him a new world of martial arts.

It turned out that swordsmanship can still look like this.

The boy's eyes widened slightly.

The opponent can only act like a marionette.

You can't even do what you want, so how can life and death still be in your own hands?

Just when he realized something in his heart, the Sanyu sword suddenly trembled and whistled, and instead of drawing out the sword, it circled in the void for a circle, whistling in satisfaction, then soared into the sky and stuck upside down on the ground. Hundreds of spirit swords trembled, jumped up together, and flew towards the sky.

In an instant, it seemed that hundreds of swordsmen drew their swords together, and the dazzling and piercing sword light occupied the entire sky.

Qingfeng released Wanjian Mountain, as if he had fallen into the fairyland of swordsmanship in an instant.

Everyone present looked shocked, and there was a faint loss in their eyes.

In front of my eyes is unspeakably bright and bright.

Wang Anfeng exhaled slightly, and the trace of comprehension faded away, sinking into the bottom of his heart.

Although he still had some doubts about this matter in his heart, his movements were not slow at all. He put the sword into its sheath, performed lightness kung fu, and rushed towards Xue Qinshuang in a hurry, causing a splash of water behind him.

When he rushed to the girl's side, Wang Anfeng's right hand had already landed on the needle pouch in his waist, and three silver needles popped out from his fingers. Xue Qinshuang raised his hand to stop him, shook his head and said:

"no need……"

"I also have some medical skills, and I took the elixir, and there is no serious problem."

At this time, Wang Anfeng thought of the name of the girl in front of him, the Thirteenth Young Master, and thought that her medical skills were also her expertise, so he breathed a sigh of relief, took back the silver needle, and was about to ask her how she got this injury, but she hadn't As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Xue Qinshuang standing up with a sword in his hand. His gaze passed over the young man's face and landed on the hilt of the ordinary-looking wooden sword behind him.

The eyes are bright, like stars.

"Whenever, play with me."

The young man's expression froze slightly.

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