Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Bang!

Yan Nantian flew backwards and dragged himself for more than ten feet on the snow before he could steady himself. Looking closely, his hand holding the sword was shaking constantly.

“No wonder…”

He took a deep breath, "No wonder Ye Gucheng thinks he's not as good as you. If I hadn't relied on the advantage of the magic sword to hold on, my entire arm would have been broken by that sword strike just now!"

He didn't feel any special skills in Song Xuan's sword just now, it was all strength.

With that sword, the power of essence, energy and spirit were integrated into one sword. It no longer required any skills at all. It was purely a matter of overwhelming the opponent with force.

If he had not been born with supernatural powers, his body was much stronger than that of ordinary warriors, and the Pure Yang Wuji Sword in his hand was not a rare divine sword, otherwise Song Xuan's ordinary sword just now would definitely have broken his right hand.

Song Xuan smiled, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared. When he appeared again, nine figures appeared between the snow-covered sky and earth.

Yan Nantian kicked the ground suddenly, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed directly into a big hole. Then he turned into a shadow like a cannonball, and the magic sword in his hand slashed out 749 swords in a row in the void.

Dangdang Dangdang! !

The sound of long swords clashing came one after another. In the violent attack, flames burst out continuously. In this vast snowy sky, it was like two lightning bolts dancing wildly and colliding with each other.

Yan Nantian let out a long roar, extremely excited.

He could feel that the power of the sword that Song Xuan swung out now was definitely restrained. Although every sword strike put him under great pressure, he was not completely unable to defend himself.

The opponent is feeding him a trick!

At the foot of Mount Hua, masters like Yue Buqun and A Fei all had expressions of horror on their faces. They had never seen such a thrilling scene before.

But in the wind and snow, two figures were changing unpredictably, and their swords were shining like thunder. The naked eye could not keep up with their speed at all, and could only see afterimages, afterimages, and more afterimages.

At most, in the constantly changing afterimages, there would be scenes of sparks flying everywhere, indicating that the two had just fought there.

After a cup of tea, the two figures separated in a collision.

The next moment, Yan Nantian's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

But I saw that the long sword in his hand was stuck in the ground, and he was leaning on the hilt with both hands, panting and wiping the sweat from his face.

"I won't fight anymore, I can't hold on any longer!"

He looked at Song Xuan in disbelief. "Although I know you held back, the intense fight just now consumed your Qi very quickly. Don't you feel tired at all?"

"well enough!"

Song Xuan smiled. To outsiders, the battle just now seemed extremely fierce, but to him, the energy consumed in a battle of this level was not recovered as fast as it was consumed.

How can the heavenly-level internal energy skills be compared with ordinary skills?

Even though Yan Nantian's Wedding Dress Divine Art was known as the most powerful divine art in the world, it was still far inferior to the Pure Yang Wuji Art that he practiced.

"You are such a monster! No wonder Ye Gucheng said he is not as good as you and is even unwilling to fight you."

After resting for a while and feeling weak again, Yan Nantian laughed heartily.

In today's battle, he fought with great enthusiasm. It had been a long time since he had fought with others in such a situation of being suppressed the whole time. The danger of sword lights appearing from all directions at all times made every cell in his body excited.

Laughing loudly, he took out a secret book from his arms, raised his hand and threw it, and the secret book flew out and was caught steadily by Song Xuan.

Chapter 176 Song Xuan: From now on, you will be my best brother!

"Admit defeat, and I'll give you this divine sword technique. However, I don't think it will be of much use to you."

Sheathing his sword, Yan Nantian said cheerfully, "If I die one day, I hope Brother Song can help me find a successor to pass on this sword technique."

Song Xuan held the secret book, flipped through it casually, and then put it into his sleeve with a smile.

At this moment, his eyes looked at Yan Nantian with much warmer eyes. What a sincere and honest man! He liked to be friends with such honest people who were willing to accept defeat.

"Brother Yan, don't worry. I will not disgrace your sword technique!"

Song Xuan picked up the long sword in his hand and prepared to sheath it, but when he saw the sword, his mood suddenly became bad.

There were several small notches on the blade, and a few tiny cracks could be vaguely seen on the sword body. It was obvious that they were left in the previous sword fight.

In the past, when Song Xuan fought with others, he would basically kill them in one or two moves, and there were very few opportunities for a head-on sword fight with others.

When he fought with Yan Nantian today, he wanted to test the opponent's true combat power, so he was restrained when attacking. Who would have thought that Yan Nantian was defeated, but there was a problem with the sword in his hand.

It can only be said that although the standard long sword of the Xuanyi Guard is good, it is still far inferior to the real magic weapon.

"Brother Song is so powerful that even an ordinary martial arts master would be unable to defeat you."

Yan Nantian also noticed the sword in Song Xuan's hand and said, "But Brother Song's sword is not worthy of you."

Song Xuan said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do about it. Most of the famous divine swords in the martial arts world have owners, with no grudges or hatred. I can't just rob them, right?"

"Haha! It's rare to find a master with Brother Song's ability who can still maintain his original intention!"

Yan Nantian looked at Song Xuan with increasing admiration and praised him. He waved the Pure Yang Wuji Sword in his hand and asked, "Take a look at my sword. What do you think?"

"The divine sword of the time is naturally excellent!" Song Xuan teased, "Why, Brother Yan, do you still want to give it to me?"

"So what if I give it to you?"

Yan Nantian laughed twice, touched the Chunyang Wuji Sword with some nostalgia, and then raised his hand and swung it, and the sword and scabbard fell directly in front of Song Xuan.

Song Xuan subconsciously took the magic sword.

This sword was much heavier than he had expected. It looked like it weighed only a few dozen pounds, but when he held it in his hand, it felt warm and seemed to weigh two or three hundred pounds.

This sword is actually a heavy sword with a sharp blade!

With a thought, pure Yang energy flowed through the sword, and the entire sword suddenly burst out with a terrifying red rainbow light, like a small sun suddenly blooming, and the snowflakes floating in the void were evaporated in an instant.

"What a fine sword!"

Song Xuan couldn't let it go. This sword was a perfect match for his internal energy. With this sword in hand, one point of true energy could definitely burst out three times the combat power!

A three-fold increase in combat power, if this is not a magic weapon, then what is a magic weapon?

"Brother Yan, are you really going to give me this sword?"

Song Xuan was a little bit unbelievable. If it were him, he would definitely not be willing to give away such a magical weapon.

"Yan never jokes. If I say I'll give you a gift, then of course I'm giving you a gift!"

Yan Nantian said proudly, "This sword in my hand is far less useful than in yours.

For me, ordinary masters don’t need swords at all, but for a top master like Brother Song, it makes no difference whether I use a sword or not, because I can’t beat him anyway.

You damaged your sword while trying your moves with me, so it's only right that I give you another one!"

Song Xuan looked at Yan Nantian with a complicated expression.

At this moment, the other party's image looked extremely majestic in his eyes!

From now on, Yan Nantian is my, Song Xuan’s, good brother. I will get angry with anyone who dares to say that Yan Nantian is not a hero!

"Brother Yan, let's go inside and have a drink!"

"Haha, great! Meeting a cheerful person like Brother Song today is such a joy in life. I won't stop drinking until I'm drunk!"

Song Qian looked at her brother who was arm in arm with Yan Nantian, her eyes full of contemplation.

No wonder, no wonder my brother always taught me to convince others with reason.

This is not only giving away sword techniques, but also giving away a magic sword. In this martial arts world, reasoning is more effective than simply fighting and killing.

At this moment, she admired her brother even more.

If she had her brother's strength, she would definitely snatch the magic sword from Yan Nantian's hand, but looking at her brother, is there any need to snatch it?

Just open your mouth and people will offer it to you and regard you as a close friend. Isn't this much more useful than taking things by force and making enemies?

The world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, it is also about human relationships and the ways of the world. At this moment, she has a deeper understanding of her brother's previous teachings.

Compared to Victoria Song, the one who felt the deepest emotion was actually Yue Buqun.

Think about him, Jun Zijian, he has done many chivalrous deeds in the martial arts world and is also very good at socializing. But why has he never encountered a big enemy like Yan Nantian in his decades of life?

......

On a snowy night, Song Xuan and Yan Nantian drank all night in a tavern with a charcoal fire.

When it was bright, Yan Nantian stood up, still drunk, patted Song Xuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, I won't go to Huashan. Let's get together again when we have time!"

"Okay!" Song Xuan looked at Yan Nantian with increasing favor. "Brother Yan, if you have any problems in the future, you can come to Huashan to find me, or you can ask the Zhennan Escort Agency to send me a message."

"Haha, no problem!" Yan Nantian laughed happily. "With your ability, it's only a matter of time before your name spreads throughout the world. It won't be difficult to find you, haha!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the standard long sword that Song Xuan had used before and said, "I'll take this sword with me. I always feel a little uncomfortable when I go out without a sword in my hand."

Song Xuan nodded with a smile, and the two walked out of the tavern and looked at the heavy snow that had finally stopped after a night of falling. Looking at the white snow, the smell of alcohol on their bodies seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Yan Nantian is really someone that Song Xuan likes.

In him, he seemed to see another life of his own, a heroic, free and easy life, a life of a chivalrous man who was not particular about trivial matters and who took pleasure in avenging his enemies.

Song Xuan once longed for this kind of life.

But he knew that he would never be able to become Yan Nantian in this lifetime. The other party was kind-hearted, righteous, upright, loyal, heroic and free-spirited, which he could never learn in his lifetime.

After walking with him for seven or eight miles, until Yan Nantian's figure completely disappeared, Song Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

I am just a lackey of the imperial court, and I will never be a hero in this life.

Song Qian walked up to him and said softly, "Brother, if you yearn for this kind of life, we can resign from our official positions and roam the world to settle scores."

Song Xuan shook his head.

I was finally born into a family with a stable job, and you want me to quit my job and go into business?

You must be crazy!

Chapter 177 I Know What You Want to Ask, Madam

The Huashan Sect was once a famous sect in the Mingzhou underworld.

But unfortunately, it has declined until now. Even Yue Buqun has to cut off his penis to break through the innate realm. The masters in the sect are dying out, and there are not many disciples. It is very bleak.

Following the steep mountain road, everyone used their Qinggong skills to climb up the stairs one after another. Before they reached the gate of Huashan Sect, they saw several people looking down from the steep rocks in the distance.

There were both men and women among the group, led by a middle-aged woman who still had some charm. Yue Lingshan stood beside her, looking around with some excitement.

Seeing Song Xuan and others coming, Yue Lingshan walked over excitedly. She first respectfully called Yue Buqun "Dad", and then looked at Song Xuan with a blush on her cheeks.

"Brother Song!"

"Ok!"

Song Xuan nodded slightly, then his eyes fell on the woman, "I think this is the famous Lady Ning, right?"

Upon hearing this, the Sect Master's wife, Ning Zhongze, glanced at her husband and then said with a smile, "You're hardly a heroine, young man, but you're too kind."

Yue Buqun stepped forward, pushed open the door, and instructed: "It's so cold, don't stand outside. Sir, Miss, and everyone else, let's go inside and talk!"

The area of ​​Huashan Sect is actually not small. After all, it was once a big sect. There is even a martial arts training ground along the way, but unfortunately, the huge martial arts training ground is empty and there are no disciples practicing martial arts at all.

Everyone took their seats in the reception room, and soon, Ning Zhongze brought Yue Lingshan and several disciples to serve tea to the guests.

After pouring the tea, Ning Zhongze led Yue Lingshan to her seat. As soon as they sat down, Yue Lingshan couldn't wait to ask questions.

"Brother Song, how long do you plan to stay in Huashan this time?"

She looked at him expectantly, "It's freezing outside right now, it's really not suitable for traveling. Why don't you stay in Huashan for the New Year?

We have a very lively New Year's Eve!"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "You all know my identity. If there is an order from above, I may leave at any time."

"Oh~~" Yue Lingshan was a little disappointed.

But soon, her eyes fell on Qu Feiyan again, "What a cute little sister, Brother Song, are you friends?"

Qu Feiyan was eating snacks. Before she could react, Qu Yang touched her arm. She immediately reacted and stood up quickly.

"Sister, my name is Qu Feiyan, and I'm the young master's maid." Qu Feiyan paused for a moment and then said, "Sister, you are so beautiful!"

Yue Lingshan suddenly became happy, "When it comes to beauty, how can she compare to Sister Song Qian?"

Victoria Song glanced at the two of them and laughed, two little green tea girls.

She immediately stood up and said, "I'm a little tired after traveling for days. Lingshan, take me to the guest room."