The sword debate has been debated throughout the ages.
Unlike other weapons, knives are born out of swords. There are swords and then there are knives in the world. With such a direct relationship, it is inevitable for future generations to compare them.
Respect for the master made Xiao Chen not want to cause trouble here, and everything was focused on resurrecting Aojiao.
Xiao Chen looked at the person who spoke, holding a six-foot long sword in his arms, wearing a purple shirt and robe, with two strands of purple Xiaoyao scarf floating behind the bun on his head, swaying in the wind, elegant and free.
This man was only forty years old, and he was considered a handsome man among the younger generation. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and there was a strong determination in his eyes.
Xiao Chenxing said calmly: "Although I am a swordsman, I have no intention of competing with the sword here. I came here to ask for something from Master Situ, and I am not disrespectful at all."
The purple-robed swordsman smiled coldly and said, "Look at the swordsmen on this mountain. They all come on foot to ask the master to forge swords. No one makes a fuss, no one makes a fuss, and no one dares to fly down from the sky."
“There are even powerful men at the Grand Master level who line up respectfully at the foot of the mountain.
You, a swordsman, are very majestic when you fall from the sky, but this is not disrespectful. "
The other swordsmen in line also glared angrily at the sudden drop from the sky. They were already unhappy, but the one who came was a swordsman, so they were naturally even more dissatisfied.
Xiao Chen held the Moon Shadow Knife, cupped his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know there were such rules here. I'll go down the mountain and line up, enter the door, and apologize to Master Situ in person."
"Master only sees five people a day and only forges one sword in a month. Why are you, a swordsman, here to join in the fun and want to take up our quota? Get out of here."
The purple-robed swordsman ignored Xiao Chen's concession and aggressively chased the people away.
"I'm not here to make swords, don't get me wrong."
Xiao Chen's hand holding the Moon Shadow Knife trembled slightly, but he didn't get angry after all. He said softly, then turned and walked down the mountain.
I don’t want the hard-earned hope to be lost like this.
"If you are stubborn, I am telling you to get lost, not to leave!"
The purple-robed swordsman shouted coldly, and the light flickered under his feet. A gorgeous sword formation was formed, and hundreds of purple sword energy flew out from the formation.
Flying up and down around him, the crisp sword sounds kept buzzing.
The sharp sword intent suddenly filled the mountain peaks, and the strong grass bent down, no one dared to raise their head.
This man flicked his finger, and a ray of bright sword energy turned into a rainbow and shot towards him. The energy was so powerful that it could penetrate mountains and rubble.
Xiao Chen's face darkened, and he turned around quickly. The Yueying Sword moved forward, using his body as a sword. When he raised his hand, the sword was unsheathed, with a sharp edge.
jump!
The strong sword energy hit the scabbard, making a crisp sound, like a sword breaking, turning into pieces of sword light and dispersing, without hurting Xiao Chen at all.
He easily blocked the purple-shirted swordsman's aggressive sword energy, and this scene immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Hey, he is actually a master, he seems to be really good at playing.
But I chose the wrong person when I chose Ouyang Feng from the Zixiao Sword Sect. "
"Ouyang Feng, the younger generation of Xuanyu, is one of the young talents with the greatest potential to enter the Sword Sect Ranking. Apart from a few disciples trained by the Sword King himself, not many can beat him."
"Master Feng, you really have a sharp eye, you can see it at a glance.
This white-clothed swordsman has bad intentions and has come to Zhujian Peak to cause trouble. After a little probing, he will reveal his flaws, but he hides them deeply. "
"Master Ouyang, the sword intention has reached 90% peak, and the sword soul is almost condensed. Maybe he can really be received by Master Situ."
"Master Situ's rules are really strange. If you watch someone forge a sword and say you have no connection with the sword, you won't even give him the face of the Emperor Wu."
"Master Situ is a man who can even forge divine weapons. He is fully qualified not to give face to Emperor Wu. Even if the King of Kings comes, it's more than enough."
All kinds of discussions were going on, and Xiao Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard it. How deep is the swordsman on the sword-forging peak
Xiao Chen said calmly: "Your Excellency, there is no need. I am forcing you to do this. I am not here to make swords or play games. I just want to ask Master for something."
Ouyang Feng said solemnly: "You have been tested by me with just one move, and you still dare to quibble. You really think that all the swordsmen on my Sword Forging Peak are blind. If you don't get out today, I will beat you out."
Taking a step forward, Ouyang Feng jumped out of the queue and pressed closely towards Xiao Chen.
The purple shirt danced, and the sword formation at Ouyang Feng's feet spread out, one ring inside another.
If you look carefully, you will find that this is a large sword formation composed of ninety-nine and eighty-one small sword formations.
The sword formations are interlocked, and eighty-one rays of sword light dance back and forth in the formation with flying purple energy, developing a powerful sword intention, infinitely close to the sword soul.
Ouyang Feng, who was in the center of the formation, was filled with powerful sword energy. With every step he took, he pulled countless sword energy in the sword, as if he was the king of swords.
This is the famous Zixiao Sword Technique of the Zixiao Sword Sect. It was developed by a kendo master of the Zixiao Sword Sect and is based on the Sword Domain. It seems vaguely similar to the Sword Domain.
Ouyang Feng held the long sword in his arms, walked step by step, and pressed towards Xiao Chen. The sword wind roared with overwhelming momentum.
Behind him was a cliff, as high as 10,000 meters high. He used this to force him, obviously hoping to drive away Xiao Chen in this decisive way.
Xiao Chen felt helpless. Sometimes, the less you want to cause trouble, the more trouble will come towards you.
He repeatedly gave in, but the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but became more and more excessive.
He was obviously forced to fight back, but he was slandered as hiding his strength and having evil intentions.
If this thing in front of him hadn't come out of Sword Forging Peak to resurrect Naojiao, there would be no need for Xiao Chen to be polite to him.
A wisp of murderous intent flashed through his eyes, but Xiao Chen still endured it. The sea of consciousness between his brows opened, and the purple thunder talisman rotated, creating a spring thunder that sounded in the sky.
The path of the sword is perfect, the seasons are perfect, the sword of spring!
As soon as I thought about it, peach blossoms fell, and the sky suddenly turned into a pink space. Looking up, I saw a long river of petals that stretched for ten miles.
The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and each pink petal contains Xiao Chen's sword spirit.
Spring is full of vitality and vitality. On the hillside, the flowers and plants that were bent by the sword's will stand up and bloom, growing like crazy.
Deep in the peach blossoms, Xiao Chen reached out and pinched them. Thousands of peach blossoms gathered into a peach branch. On the branch, seven or eight flower buds were in bud.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and waved, and the peach branch passed through the murderous sword intention, and inserted into Ouyang Feng's Zixiao sword array with a scraping sound.
The spring thunder rang again, and the seven or eight flower buds on the branches bloomed with the thunder, blooming proudly in the cold sword energy.
Ninety-nine and eighty-one small sword formations, one after another, stopped functioning, forming a large interlocking formation.
It was suppressed by some more powerful force and stopped functioning.
Ouyang Feng's face turned pale, and the Zixiao Sword Technique was running wildly in his body, but the sword array under his feet just refused to obey his orders, and was suppressed by the small peach blossom, unable to move.
Ouyang Feng, who was in the center of the deep sword formation, couldn't help but turn gloomy. He stretched out his hand to draw his sword and raised his leg to kill.
"I advise you not to move. These ninety-nine and eighty-one sword arrays have been completely destroyed. They are just suppressed. If you move even one step, the balance will be broken immediately."
"Being the first to bear the brunt, you in the center of the formation will not only have to face your own Zixiao Sword Formation, but also my Spring Sword. You will be dead in a matter of seconds."
When the mountain wind came, Xiao Chen held the Moon Shadow Knife, expressionless, and still spoke calmly.
"You bastard, where did you come from? I am an elite disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect, how dare you offend me at the Sword Making Peak.
I really don’t want to live anymore, I thought I would be frightened by this bullshit. "
Xiao Chen took action to calm him down easily, and Ouyang Feng started to curse loudly with all his grace.
"Nephew Ouyang Xian, don't move!"
A shout came, and at the foot of the mountainside, there was an old man carrying a long sword on his back.
One step later, there was a crisp sword chant. His body was as straight as a sword. The sound was still floating, and he had already arrived at the mountain peak.
Xiao Chen's heart moved. The person who came was a swordsman at the level of a grand master. He glanced at Xiao Chen. The sword light was as solid as a sword. It put great pressure on Xiao Chen and wanted to drive Xiao Chen away at a glance.
But Xiao Chen possesses a sword soul, and his immortal thunder will has reached 40%. Although his momentum is not as good as his opponent's, he will not retreat so easily.
With his body straight and his heels planted on the ground, Xiao Chen remained motionless and looked directly at this person without any hesitation.
Ouyang Feng, who was in the sword formation, was stopped by the old man's words. After checking, his back was suddenly covered in cold sweat, and he was very frightened.
What Xiao Chen said was true. He knew best how powerful his Zixiao Sword Formation was. The power of the peach branches that could suppress the Zixiao Sword Formation would only be even more terrifying.
When two of them were superimposed, there should have been an earth-shattering aftermath, but due to the ingenious placement of the peach branch, a delicate balance was formed.
Once the balance is broken, what will happen to him in the sword formation makes him shudder when he thinks about it.
Seeing the old man coming, Ouyang Feng was like seeing a savior and said hurriedly: "Uncle Diao, kill this guy and save me."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the swordsmen lining up on the mountain changed greatly.
What Xiao Chen said turned out to be true. A peach branch broke through the Zixiao Sword Formation, suppressing Ouyang Feng so that he did not dare to move at all.
Beside the closed main door, the warriors entering and exiting the small door were also attracted by this scene.