The Jiuzhou sword head is the former sword head of Xijianchi.
During the last calamity and Yuan Dynasty, the world respected him as the best sword in the world, so he was called the head sword of the Nine Provinces.
Although he has not drawn a sword for three thousand years, and he does not know how much sword heart is left, but now that he has returned to the world, it is natural that he still has his pride and realm. Now, he feels that he has been offended by the Qingyang Sect. , a lot of anger arose in his heart. For such a big shot, of course his anger can only be repaid by the other party with serious enough consequences!
Especially a small sect such as Qingyang Sect, it seems that they are not even qualified to repay his sword...
… But it only seems like it!
In the eyes of the Jiuzhou Sword Leader, the only one from the Qingyang Sect worthy of taking his sword was Fang Yuan.
But he didn't expect that just when his sword was about to strike down and destroy Qingyang Sect, he saw another person.
That person is still far away now and looks very strange.
But he suddenly felt extremely dangerous, and the pupils of his eyes shrank.
"Changlanglang..."
The power of his sword had been concentrated to the extreme, but instead of slashing out, he suddenly took a deep breath. More infinite sword intent gathered from all directions and attached to his sword, even The laws of metal in all directions were triggered by his sword. The long swords in the hands of countless Qingyang Sect disciples suddenly flew into the air and resonated with him.
This was a sign that he had met a strong enemy and had used all his strength to gather momentum.
Compared to Jiuzhou Jianshou's fierce reaction, the lame man who was walking slowly was extremely ordinary.
He just walked slowly along the winding path. In the eyes of outsiders, his speed was extremely slow. His face was delicate, but one eye was missing and he didn't wear an eyepatch, so he looked... Somewhat twisted, one foot stepped forward, the bamboo stick touched the ground, and the other heel followed. With such clumsy and slow movements, he quickly reached a hundred miles away.
After noticing the abnormal reaction of Jiuzhou Sword Head, Fang Yuan, who was fighting fiercely with the black-crowned old man, turned around eagerly.
Then he was slightly startled and had an extremely weird feeling.
The seriously injured Qingyang Sect leader and others were also a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the Jiuzhou Sword Head had been preparing for a long time, but the sword did not fall for a long time. They soon realized something and followed him With his eyes, he turned his head and looked down the mountain.
Then those with higher cultivation levels saw the lame man.
The first reaction was one of surprise and unfamiliarity, and then, he slowly remembered someone.
Chen Xuangang, the leader of the Qingyang Sect, suddenly turned to look at Elder Yun and said in a trembling voice: "Is... is that that person?"
Elder Yun's face was extremely excited, and he nodded after a long time: "It's him, he's actually back..."
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Chen Xuangang, the leader of the Qingyang Sect, suddenly laughed, as if he had picked up two hundred taels of silver. He smiled extremely comfortably and arrogantly. He looked fiercely at the Kyushu Sword Head in mid-air and shouted: "You didn't expect it. Well, I never thought that you would be so bold as to violate my Qingyang's Three Thousand Miles Ban, treat me as an ant, and say that I, Qingyang, was just lucky enough to teach a good disciple... "
"but… "
He paused for a moment and then summoned up all his strength: "Who said I, Qingyang, only have one disciple?"
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The voice of Qingyang Sect Master Chen Xuangang swayed back and forth in the valley, endlessly.
Facing the villain's triumphant voice, Jiuzhou Jianshou simply ignored him. He just stared at the lame man coldly.
Seeing that the man was already a hundred miles away, he suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Are you that sword idiot?"
His voice was like the roar of a dragon playing with a sword, buzzing endlessly.
Thin sword shadows seemed to appear in the air, sending his voice hundreds of miles away.
And from the dignified meaning in his words, it can be seen that he knew the existence of this lame man. In fact, this lame man was originally a very weird existence in the world, and his reputation was extremely low. , only some related people, or the top people in the world, know about it. Even his disciples don’t know whether he is dead or alive, and they almost never think of him...
But Jiuzhou Jianshou undoubtedly knew.
Just in response to his shouts and questions, the lame man ignored them and continued to move forward slowly.
In a blink of an eye, he was already thirty miles closer.
Jiuzhou Sword Leader felt a chill in his heart, and shouted sternly: "I know you, and I also know that you are also a person who shuns the world. Our ideas and principles are consistent. Since you are a legendary sword fanatic, you only want one sword, and everything will not hinder you. My heart, I don’t know if it’s true or not?”
The lame man still didn't answer, as if he couldn't speak, and just walked forward slowly.
He is already only fifty miles away from Qingyang Sect.
There was an indescribable pressure in the heart of Jiuzhou Swordsman. The endless sword intent roared around him, like clusters of snowy lights. They were as dazzling as the sun, taking away all the light between heaven and earth. Countless swords The shadow rotated around him, condensing indescribable power. Even the laws of heaven and earth shattered silently when they came into contact with the shadow of the sword beside him.
But Jiuzhou Sword Head still suppressed the sword intent on his body, and shouted once again: "Everyone in the world praises your swordsmanship, even my descendants, but since you are taking a lonely road, you should know The heart of the sword is unimpeded, and the road travels alone. If you were outside the world, your swordsmanship would be comparable to the sun and the moon, but if you were stained by the mortal world, your swordsmanship would be stained by cause and effect, and you would never..."
There seemed to be some earnest persuasion in his words.
But the lame man didn't listen.
He was just minding his own business and walked slowly ten miles away. Then he raised his head slightly and looked at the plants and trees around Qingyang Sect. He didn't know if there were any ripples in his heart, let alone what he had done. Did he see some scenes from the past, because his face seemed to never have any expression, not only smile, but also anger, sadness, etc., would never appear.
He just slowly walked into the old territory of Qingyang Sect and set foot on the remote mountain road.
Then when he encountered a creek, he slowly squatted down, gently stretched out his hand, and drank a handful of water from the creek.
Jiuzhou Jianshou's face was tense to the extreme. He shouted again: "You..."
But this time he didn't say anything.
After the lame man drank the water, he stood up and picked up a bamboo branch by the stream.
This bamboo branch was one of the bamboo branches that had fallen to the ground in the mountain forest that Yu Feng had destroyed just now when the Kyushu Sword's head was chopped down. It was only three feet long and had some green bamboo leaves growing on it. It was picked up by the lame man. He stood up and then waved towards the mountain!
"Uh-huh!"
A faint sword light suddenly rushed up the mountain.
Jiuzhou Jiansou's pupils suddenly shrank and he shouted in a deep voice.
At this moment, the scorching sun around him that was condensed with endless sword intent suddenly dispersed. This was the sword intent that he had spent a long time gathering and roaring with all his strength. Representing the ultimate in his swordsmanship, he slashed out with all his strength at this moment. To outsiders, it seemed as if he had drawn down a Milky Way with his wave of his hand and rushed forward...
After the Milky Way passed by, the void was messed up, and the irregular black gaps twisted and changed.
Even the clouds and shadows above the nine heavens formed a neat crack as the Milky Way passed by. The endless shadows were created by the three escapist old cultivators with all their strength. The purpose of the restriction was to turn the entire Yue Kingdom into a domain, so that they would not be interfered with and troubled by some outsiders when they asked Fang Yuan for the dark reincarnation method.
But now, he couldn't care less, he just wanted to use his strongest swordsmanship to kill the lame man!
The world was in a state of silence, and the two sides of the Milky Way seemed to have become two worlds.
The full force of the Kyushu Sword Head seems to have the power to split the world in half!
But when the Milky Way rushed to the middle, the lame man holding a bamboo branch and slashing the sword also arrived. Just so quietly, the faint and undetectable sword light of the sword merged with the extremely majestic Milky Way. When they collided, it looked like a real dragon met a fly while taking off. The two were not in the same realm at all...
Both Fang Yuan, who was in the fierce battle, and the leader of Qingyang Sect and others all turned their heads at this time.
They all looked at this sword subconsciously.
Even the white cat seemed to have sensed something. His eyes widened and he looked down the mountain with a somewhat stunned expression.
"Tsk..."
The scene that appeared after the sword light came into contact with the Milky Way was beyond everyone's expectations.
With a slight sound, the sword light struck into the Milky Way.
Then, like a knife cutting paper, the sword light went upstream. After passing by, the Milky Way was divided straight into two halves. Then the roaring power suddenly lost control and turned into a violent force. , raging in the void.
The Milky Way is the manifestation of the supreme swordsmanship condensed on the Kyushu Sword Head, which is enough to cut the world in half.
But the lame man's sword light cut his sword in half.
This seems so unbelievable, but it seems so natural.
Jiuzhou Swordshead's eyes suddenly opened to their maximum size. He looked in disbelief at the dim sword light that split his sword path into two halves and then flew straight to his eyes, with a look of approval on his face. , and then the look of approval condensed on his face in the next breath. He stood in the void, his big sleeves were blown and made a hunting sound.
After a long time, a straight vertical line appeared on his forehead, extending downward.
The sword in his hand fell from the air and made a clanking sound.
The lame man at the foot of the mountain dropped the bamboo branch in his hand and bit off a waxy wild fruit from a nearby tree.
The wild fruit seemed to taste good, so he nodded!
(End of chapter)