"Senior, do you know about the Wuji Sword Sect?"
"You were quite famous at that time, how could you not know?"
Nangong Wentian glanced at Su Yun and said calmly: "I thought Wuji Swordsmanship had been lost, but I didn't expect that my successor would also be the successor of Wuji Swordsmanship. Is this God's will?"
"Your successor?" Su Yun frowned and said, "Senior, I didn't say I wanted to accept your teachings?"
"My formation seal with the heart as its origin has been consumed by you. You have gained the bonus of my lifelong talent and received countless benefits from me, but now you say you will not accept my teachings? What? Don't you want to be my successor?" Nangong Wentian hummed with a cold expression: "Or do you think my fast sword is not as good as the broken sword skills of Wuji Swordsmanship?"
"Broken Sword Technique? Don't insult the Wuji Sword Sect!"
Su Yun was annoyed, shouted low, waved his hands, and drew out a thousand swords.
Swish swish swish swish…
The sound of flying swords was heard endlessly, and the shadows of a large number of swords were fanning towards Nangong Wentian from left to right like outstretched wings.
A strong sword intent came over him, but Nangong Wentian held the sword with one hand and stood still.
Contempt!
Naked contempt!
Su Yun felt cruel, and without holding back, he stabbed the Qianjian fiercely toward him, and a circle formed by the swords surrounded Nangong Wentian.
However!
Just when the sword circle approached Nangong Wentian, Nangong Wentian's whole body also bloomed with a large number of sword shadows, resisting the oncoming sword circle...
"Um?"
Su Yun's eyes tightened.
Nangong Wentian clearly didn't move, but the thousand swords couldn't hurt him.
etc!
Su Yun suddenly noticed something and stared intently at Nangong Wentian's hand.
But his arms seemed to be trembling slightly.
It's not like he didn't move! But the frequency of movement is too fast! This creates the illusion that there is no movement! !
Nangong Wentian has been resisting the flying swords all around! !
How fast does it have to be to cause such a phenomenon to people
Su Yun thought in astonishment.
"Although you have many swords, they are all too slow! So slow that they can make people fall asleep!"
Nangong Wentian said calmly, and suddenly his body moved slightly.
Su Yun felt a chill in his heart. He looked down and saw a slender sword pressed against his heart.
A trace of chill overflowed from the sword's edge, penetrated into the skin, and pierced the heart, as if the heart would be pierced in the next second.
Nangong Wentian was already standing in front of him...
"I lost!"
Su Yun gritted his teeth secretly.
Nangong Wentian put down his sword.
Su Yun clasped his fists with both hands and bowed to Nangong Wentian: "Senior Kuai Jian is indeed worthy of its reputation. This junior has learned a lesson."
"You know how powerful my quick sword is now, right?" Nangong Wentian said calmly: "But it's not too late to understand now. Let me ask you, are you willing to be my successor?"
"If senior is willing to take back his previous insults to the Wuji Sword Sect..."
"Hmph, you are pushing your limits now! How many people have begged me and I don't want to teach them. You have received such a great gift, but you are still ungrateful." Nangong Wentian's expression became colder and colder.
"The Wuji Sword Party owes you a debt of gratitude to this junior. Although this junior is not a gentleman, he still has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. Gratitude is grace. This junior will never be disrespectful to those who are kind to me, nor will I allow others to be disrespectful to my benefactor!"
"It's so stupid!"
Nangong Wentian said coldly: "But do you think it's okay if you don't want to learn when you get here? Boy, let me tell you, I will never take back those words. Likewise, I will also teach you my unique skill "Wind God Sword Technique"! The less you want to learn, the more I want you to learn!"
After saying that, Nangong Wentian directly raised the sword in his hand and began to dance.
His movements were very slow, as slow as an old man doing Tai Chi. What shocked Su Yun was that he also grabbed the Shenxuan Red Blood Sword and started dancing along with his movements.
"What's going on?" Su Yun asked in shock.
"This is the world in my heart, and it is naturally controlled by me! Boy, here, I am God, you have to do whatever I want you to do, it is not up to you!!"
Nangong Wentian drank coldly, and then recited the sword formula aloud: "Qi moves the muscles and collaterals; condenses and understands the heart; from slow to fast; from slow to fast; the sword moves with the heart; the qi moves with the sword; the heart and the sword become one; Slow is faster; fast is faster..."
Nangong Wentian drank and raised his sword according to the formula, but Su Yun could not control himself and his body began to move. Although he did not move willingly, the movements of his body produced an inexplicable sense of familiarity. After practicing for a long time, Su Yun's body would make corresponding movements as long as he had a thought.
"When I train your body into the body of the wind, even if you don't want to be my successor, you won't be able to do so!!"
Nangong Wentian said coldly, the slow sword swing gradually became faster, like a motor that started to rotate, getting faster and faster, and the movements became smoother. The sword shadow driven by his arm actually had a kind of Stunning beauty, and gusts of wind dancing with the sword edge...
"Stop it quickly!!"
Su Yun growled.
"Be my successor and give up Wuji swordsmanship!!" Nangong Wentian shouted.
"no way!"
"Then I will teach you all the "Wind God Sword Technique"! I will not only teach you this sword technique, but also teach you the essence! The more you act like this, the more I will let you be my successor!!"
As Nangong Wentian drank, the speed of his sword dance became faster and faster. Su Yun felt that he could hardly see his own arm, and the Mysterious Red Blood Sword was so swung that even the shadow was gone.
…
…
Above the sky, several figures were flying rapidly. In front of these people is a huge palace complex located in the clouds.
These palaces are magnificently built, with radiant roof tiles and jade pillars, and a myriad of atmospheres. The white clouds drifting between the palaces look particularly beautiful, like a fairyland.
This place is called 'Tianwang Palace', and it is a prestigious sect.
"Elder, whenever I look forward, I feel that this place is a fairyland. I never thought that we could step into such a fairyland-like place." A sigh sounded from beside Long Xianli, it was Bai Yanfan.
"Having the honor to come here to practice this time is really a blessing from God. Yanshan, you are the most talented among our sword sect. You must seize this opportunity, practice hard, and strive to catch up with these disciples as soon as possible. Don't let us lose the face of our sword sect." Long Xianli said softly.
"Yes, elder." Bai Yanshan nodded.
After hearing this, the Tianwang Palace disciple who was leading the way turned around and smiled, with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "The lowest strength of our disciples here is Ling Xuanyang level 6, and there are countless geniuses. Although this little girl His talent is good, but his cultivation is too far behind. It is not easy to catch up with the most ordinary disciple here!"
Bai Yanshan frowned and was about to speak out, but was held down by Long Xianli beside her.
She shook her head slightly, signaling Bai Yanshan not to be impulsive.
The leading disciple turned his head and continued to lead the way.
Only then did Bai Yan give up the fan.
"Yanshan, although the master has a close relationship with the master of the Heavenly Palace, relationships are relationships. In this world, the strong are respected. Even my level of cultivation can only be ranked at the lowest level here. We will It’s reasonable to be despised, you don’t need to take it to heart, but the more this happens, the harder we have to cultivate, understand?”
Long Xianli said softly.
"Yanshan understands." Bai Yanshan whispered, but her fists were secretly clenched.
Whoosh whoosh!
At this moment, several green clouds flew from the sky, heading here like missiles. Everyone heard the sound and looked at it, only to see the clouds falling in front of the Heavenly King's Palace and immediately stopped. The fog dissipated, and an old woman and several men and women stood above the clouds.
"Children of the Heavenly King's Palace! Get out of here, old lady! You slaughtered my disciples' lives! Today I want your blood debt to be repaid with blood!!"
The old woman wielded her cane and shouted in the direction of the palace complex.
The shrill roar spread throughout the palace complex.
"ah?"
When the disciple who led Long Xianli and others towards the Heavenly King's Palace saw these people, his expression suddenly changed, and he yelled "Ah", turned around and ran away.
"Master, there are several disciples from the Heavenly King's Palace there!"
At this time, a sharp-eyed woman next to the old woman pointed at Long Xianli's end and shouted in a low voice.
"Oh?" The old woman turned her head, her old face covered with dead tree bark showed disdain: "I want to run away! You ant, you have to say hello when you walk in front of me, do you understand?"
When the voice fell, the old woman grabbed it out of thin air, her hand extended infinitely, and directly grabbed the disciple, and then pinched it with five fingers that were as dry as vines...
Boom.
The disciple's whole body was shattered into pieces, like a smashed watermelon, with blood and internal organs falling from the air.
"So strong!"
Bai Yanshan and Long Xianli both felt their hearts tremble.
"Two more!"
"Kill them together!"
The men and women beside the old woman moved together and rushed towards her.
Long Xianli's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted to Bai Yan beside her: "Let's go!"
After saying that, he took out his sword and rushed towards those people.
"Elder!"
Bai Yan's heart tightened, how could she leave at this time
"You incompetent bitch, you want to compete with me? You just don't know how to live or die!"
A man approached Long Xianli and saw that she was actually drawing a sword towards him. He was immediately furious and punched Long Xianli's head with a powerful punch, showing no mercy or sympathy.
"Elder!!"
Bai Yan was so anxious that she immediately rushed over, intending to block the blow with her body, but not to mention that she was not fast enough. Even if she was fast enough, she would never be able to withstand the blow.
Whoosh!
At this critical moment, a ray of golden light shot out from the Heavenly King's Palace, piercing the man's waist at an extremely fast speed and knocking him away.
The man fell backwards, flipped a few times in the air, and then stabilized his body. Looking again, he saw a golden sword stuck in his waist.
Everyone looked up and saw a large number of figures flying out of the Heavenly King's Palace. The leader was none other than Supreme Lin Xishan, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect.
"Head!"
When the two saw this, they were extremely happy.
Lin Xishan, who was wearing a white sword uniform and a long white belt on his head, flew over. With his sword eyebrows furrowed, he stared seriously at the old woman on the other side and shouted loudly: "The dignified old witch of the Deadly Valley..." He would actually start a fight with some juniors, if this spreads out, wouldn’t it make the world laugh out loud?”