If a famous sword immortal comes to Dongzhou and has not yet fought, Luojianshan will suppress the entire Dongzhou with his own strength, and his reputation will take off directly.

This incident was a profit-free deal for Luojianshan. The more people in Dongzhou are serious, the greater the benefits they will be.

The young swordsman who came over to ask about the sword understood this truth.

But a person who practices swordsmanship is not full of energy. What is the person who practices swordsmanship?

The Sword Emperor could not stand up, so he could not bear this tone.

So there are still people who come one after another. Today it was Zhao Wuxie's turn.

On the sword platform, Zhao Wuxie held a sword in his hand and was wearing a martial uniform. He watched the unruly swordsman walk under the Panlong Wall and raised his head slightly.

Since he followed his master across the sea, Zhao Wuxie was thrown in Huajunzhou. He has been to many places. His childhood hatred has long been over. Now he only has the word "sword" in his heart.

But no matter how hard Zhao Wuxie tried, he would never forget the swordsman fighting side by side in Qingyun City, and the shocking sword!

I used to have a shallow experience and only felt that I was very powerful. One day, I would have such a charm.

Later, when he walked farther and higher, he gradually realized how terrifying that sword was!

No matter how hard he tries, how he chases, or how he urges himself, the dazzling sword is like a star hanging in the night sky. You can see it, but you can never touch it. No matter how high you climb, the distance is out of reach!

Therefore, Zhao Wuxie has always brought the spiritual weapon-grade "Jin Zhou" by his side, always reminding him that there is a mountain ahead of him, a mountain that must be insurmountable but must climb!

Fortunately, Zhao Wuxie was already very close to the sword because he was tempered from all directions.

Even if it is not comparable, it is enough to amazed the world.

Now, as a swordsman born in the Southern Wilderness, it’s time to clear his hometown!

Even if you can't beat Song Qianji, the style of this sword can make everyone present understand that the future sword will belong to the younger generation of Yu Yaozhou, and Song Qianji is just a winner!

Zhao Wuxie pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and before he started fighting, he glanced at Dongzhou again.

I don’t know where the friend surnamed Zuo is now.

In just a few years, I wonder if you will be surprised or stressed when I see me so close to you.

Maybe both are there...

Zhao Wuxie smiled, looked up at the Panlong Wall, which was as high as a mountain in front, and Lang Sheng said:

"Zhao Wuxie, please give me advice!"

"Wow"

The summer peak suddenly boiled.

The reputation of the sects sitting under the Panlong Wall also sat upright and focused on them. After all, the swordsman fights in just one thought.

Opposite the sword platform, Song Qianji, who was only about thirty years old, was wearing a brocade robe and carrying one hand behind him, and did not even touch the sword:

"Your Xiaoyou Zhao, you are young, Song won't take advantage of you, let you take action first."

This move is too sirable, but Song Qianji does have the capital to be sirable.

Zhao Wuxie was not polite, bowed slightly, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

The whole audience was quiet at this time.

It was also at this moment that the sound of the sword resounded through the Sugu Peak, and even caused ripples on the formation that covered the wind and rain.

Tsubasa

All the elders were shocked, and even Bao Xiangyang who was looking elsewhere was attracted by the sword intent. His eyes turned back and his eyes were surprised:

"Why are there so many freaks that have emerged recently..."

Before he could finish his words, a white rainbow appeared on the sword stage.

Zhao Wuxie rushed forward, pointed to the sword in his hand, and a phantom of a white crane appeared out of thin air. From a distance, it looked like Song Qianji who turned into a white crane and stabbed the bird's beak in front.

The sword intent is ethereal and high, but it does not lose its sharp edge.

The audience was shocked. I never expected that Zhao Wuxie, who had fought with all his strength a few days ago, could erupt like this sword force, and his artistic conception soared to several levels.

The monks who came from Yuyaozhou all showed stunning faces.

Unfortunately, before they started to be happy, they finished the fight on the stage.

Zhao Wuxie's sword is amazing, but he is helpless that the difference between him and Song Qianji is too big. The upper limit of his body is stuck in speed and reaction.

Song Qianji's eyes were also surprised, but the moment the sword took action, he had already arrived at Zhao Wuxie's side, and the sword in his hand was placed on Zhao Wuxie's neck with a scabbard.

The movements of the two ended abruptly.

The atmosphere of the audience also frozen at this moment, and the exclamation in his eyes was still unsuccessful and disappointed.

"this……"

“What a pity…”

"This sword technique is so beautiful. If Luo Jianshan had not taken advantage of the realm, he would have lost..."

...

The monks of Yu Yaozhou who were watching could only mutter a few words about this.

Although they fought very quickly, the immortal masters here are all experts and can see clearly.

Xue Yuanxia was relieved and praised in his eyes:

"I didn't expect that this guy would hide his hand, which has a bit of the charm of "Sword One". Whose sword is this?"

Han Song said: "I just touched some tricks, but I couldn't see too much. I guess it has something to do with the tricks."

When Xue Yuanxia heard this, he looked at the old Taoist priest on the distant mountain, showing a look of suddenness.

On stage.

Song Qianji put away his sword, his arrogance in his eyes was not gone, and he spoke:

"Sword skills are good, but unfortunately it's not enough to let me draw my sword. Look at you're very talented. If you don't have a teacher, would you like to worship me in Luojian Mountain?"

Zhao Wuxie has done his best, which is enough to make the elders of the sect in the audience amazed. He is not polite, and he is too lazy to be polite, just raised his hand and clasped his fists:

"I have already learned from the teacher, and I will meet again if I have the fate."

As he said that, he put away his sword and turned around and left.

Song Qianji knew that the other party had this sword technique, and must have come from a famous master, so he did not overly mock him. He held the sword and looked at thousands of monks in a blink of an eye:

"The fight was too fast, which made all fellow Taoists feel disappointed and ashamed."

"oh"

The words were very pretentious, which made many immortal masters frown, but countless casual cultivators in the audience started to cheer and help:

"Song Jianxian is indeed a master of swordsmanship..."

"Now Dongzhou knows how powerful Luojian Mountain is..."

...

The few monks who came from Yuyaozhou had extremely ugly faces, but they were not as skilled as others, so they could not say anything.

In the edge corridor, Bo Yezi of Qianqiu Yuefu shook his head and said:

"This boy is also a rare genius in Huajunzhou. He can't beat him. It's hard for young people in Dongzhou to save their face. Let's go."

Taoist fellow Yahe turned around.

But Bao Xiangyang, who was standing next to him, raised his right hand:

“Let’s wait.”

Bo Yezi turned around:

"All the fights are over, what are you waiting for?"

Bao Xiangyang didn't say anything, just stared at the figure in the crowd saying "You shouldn't have come here"-

Under the Panlong Wall, Xue Yuanxia saw that it was time to end, so he wanted to get up and say a few words of praise, demonstrating the demeanor of the wealthy family of immortals, but before he got up, he was stunned.

Song Qianji, who was showing off his might, also noticed that Zhao Wuxie, who was leaving, stopped and looked at him in a blink of an eye with a little confusion.

The monks who were making noise gradually realized something was wrong and whispered from the crowd somewhere;

"Hey? This fellow Taoist..."

"What is this? Someone went up again?"

"Look at this attitude..."

The words spread and the casual cultivator gave way. Only then did everyone outside the Panlong Wall see a white-robed swordsman in the crowd, and he walked over slowly.

The swordsman is quite tall, has a well-proportioned limbs, a very young face, two swords hanging around his waist, a pair of sword eyebrows, and a faint smile in his eyes.

Step on

Everyone calmed down in confusion, and their slight steps also came into the ears of many masters.

Xue Yuanxia frowned and the swordsman with two swords with him... It sounded a little familiar...
To be continued...