Sword Sect Yu Xiyi, ask the Sect Master about the sword?!

These words were like thunder, hitting everyone's hearts.

Yu Xiyi and the others knew that the one who took the century-old sword from Jianqi Mountain was the most outstanding swordsman of this generation. While others were still climbing the sword path, this young swordsman had already reached the realm of forgetfulness.

, to become a genuine swordsman.

But even if you, Yu Xiyi, become famous at a young age and are already one of the sword immortals in the world at a young age, you are still just a sword immortal.

You haven't even set foot in the realm of Great Sword Immortal, yet you dare to ask the sword master who has been the leader in the sword for countless years??

For a moment, I don’t know how many people were in a daze. They just thought that this young man had a problem with his sword practice?

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they are not afraid of the Dharma either.

But what is surprising is that the Sword Sect leader did not ignore these words as a young man's heroic words, nor did he feel angry that there was something wrong with Yu Xiyi's words. Instead, he looked at Yu Xiyi

After a few glances, he said calmly: "Disciples of the Sword Sect, it's a good time to observe the sword."

In the previous battle, the swordsman was the Luting Sword Immortal who had been famous for many years. He was a real great swordsman. When he used the sword, it made sense for the Sword Sect Sect Master to ask the Sword Sect disciples to come and watch the sword. But why now?

But when a junior spoke, a young swordsman who had never set foot in the realm of great swordsman spoke, the master of the sword sect was also so solemn.

Sword Immortals are not common in this world, but in the Sword Sect, they are definitely not that rare.

At this moment, among the sword cultivators watching the sword here, there are no more than a dozen sword immortals.

They are all in the mountains nearby at the moment.

On a certain mountaintop, two sword fairies stood side by side, one dressed in yellow and the other in white, making it easy to distinguish them.

The middle-aged swordsman in yellow clothes stood with his hands behind his back, a solemn expression on his face, while the middle-aged swordsman in snow-white had a smile on his face.

The most widely circulated theory in the world in recent years is that there are two young geniuses with similar talents in Chixin Temple. It is rumored that the Taoist sect has two walls, and it has become a good story for a while. In fact, in the early years, the Sword Sect also made a similar statement.

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The person in yellow clothes has a surname of Jiao and a given name of Xinchen. The person in white clothes has a surname of Meng and a given name of Sangshan.

Although these two people are not from the same sect, they joined the sect at the same time and are of the same age. Since they started practicing swordsmanship in the early years, the two of them have been competing with each other in terms of their level. Between the two of them, you are often the first to enter the sea of ​​misery, and then I am the first to enter.

the other side.

The two people were entangled for half their lives, and then they set foot on Wangyou almost at the same time and became sword immortals. After that, perhaps because they were getting older and more open-minded, or perhaps because of other reasons, the two of them did not regard each other as rivals, but rather

Be a great friend.

Listening to the young man's heroic words, Meng Sangshan smiled and said: "Yu Xiyi, ever since he walked out of the prison of painting, I knew that one day he would definitely be able to break through and come to the end of Wangyou to become the Great Sword Immortal, but I didn't.

Thinking that it was so fast, it seems that the Taoist master and the young man were walking in front, and they were a little dissatisfied."

Jiao Xinchen said expressionlessly: "Although he was just one step away from the door, he chose to let the sect master be the sharpening stone to help him push open the door. But the sect master obviously took this matter seriously, and now he has lowered his level to fight him.

, this boy is only afraid of bad luck and bad luck."

Meng Sangshan glanced at his old friend who had been such a serious person all his life. Before he could speak, Jiao Xinchen over there pointed out the reason directly, "Although the sect leader is under pressure, at this moment the sect master also has to use all his strength to draw the sword.

I know that the sect leader has never...never been defeated by sword cultivators in the same realm."

Jiao Xinchen originally planned to say that the sect master had no defeats in the same realm, but he thought that when he went to the capital of the gods before, and when he went to Mobei earlier, he actually failed to get a good result when he fought against the two emperors.

, so I changed my explanation.

The master of the Sword Sect has indeed never suffered a defeat in sword practice. From the beginning of his sword training to the present, his swordsmen have defeated countless so-called geniuses at the time, and defeated countless swordsman masters who are said to be in the ascendant.

Even later on, there were many sword cultivators in the world, but no one could beat the master of the Sword Sect who was at the top of the sword.

Meng Sangshan did not refute this matter, but just said: "What about Xiaoyu? After practicing swordsmanship, has he ever been defeated by a swordsman of the same generation?"

In fact, Yu Xiyi has always been an anomaly in the Sword Sect. Most of the Sword Sect sword cultivators, after entering the Sword Sect in this life, have guarded this holy land and practiced hard. There are few who travel in the mountains. Only Yu Xiyi seems to have a deep understanding of this world's sword cultivators.

He is not interested in places that are regarded as holy places. His time in the mountains these years has been quite limited. Most of the time, he has been wandering around the world.

"Don't say he is a swordsman of the same generation, even we old guys who rely on our elders to sell our elders, he has never lost."

Meng Sangshan smiled and said: "There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. In the past years, the sect master has been truly invincible, but I still feel that the sect master has become a mountain that no one can climb. I don't think so.

I feel that way, and I admit that it is impossible for me, but I think Xiaoyu has a chance."

Jiao Xinchen frowned and was noncommittal.

However, this genius swordsman who had set foot in Wangyou before Jiazi was not optimistic about Yu Xiyi, not because he was unwilling to admit Yu Xiyi's talent, but because the more he took a step forward in these years, the more he knew about the swordsman.

How terrifying the sect leader is.

As for the way of swordsmanship, the master of the Sword Sect only needs four words to represent the word "kendo".

Meng Sangshan knew that his old friend would not believe it, so he did not force him. Instead, he smiled and said: "I'll make a bet. I'll bet on the jade pot spring you have collected. If I lose, the book of Ten Thousand Sword Immortals will be mine."

I give you the Sword Scripture written by myself."

Meng Sangshan and Jiao Xinchen were both lovers of wine. Back then, they traveled down the mountain together and got some jars of good wine in a small county in Daliang. After they came back, Meng Sangshan couldn't help it. As early as a year,

After drinking it, he went down the mountain again to find the wine shop. When he went down the mountain, he brought a lot of money with him. He wanted to go there to buy some drinks and take them away, but it backfired.

When I went there, the old wine shopkeeper had long since died, and the son who inherited his wine shop was only half as good at his craftsmanship, and it didn't taste like that at all.

Disappointed, Meng Sangshan returned to Jianzong and became interested in Jiao Xinchen's jars of wine. In the next few years, he deceived three jars of wine in total. Later, after Jiao Xinchen found out about this, he never took it easy again.

Take out the few jars of wine you have left.

However, after all these years, there were times when Jiao Xinchen couldn't help it. Now, there was only the last jar of wine left. He was reluctant to drink it, and he was even more reluctant to take it out.

It was expected that Meng Sangshan would be interested in this jar of wine, but what was unexpected was that he was actually willing to take out Wan Jianxian's Sword Book as a bet for this purpose.

You must know that Meng Sangshan has always regarded the Sword Scripture as a treasure.

Jiao Xinchen thought for a moment and asked curiously: "Are you really willing to take out all those things?"

Meng Sangshan smiled and said: "Don't you know what my character is like?"

Jiao Xinchen nodded. He had known each other for many years, so he naturally knew the other person's character, but he was still a little reluctant to take out the jar of wine.

"Lao Jiao, you have to drink it to see if the wine is good. You just hold it over and over all day long to see if it is good wine. What's the point?"

Meng Sangshan narrowed his eyes and was about to give earnest advice to his good friend.

But the latter quickly nodded and said: "A gentleman does not take what others like, and I don't want your sword scripture. But if you lose, you can only watch while I drink here."

Meng Sangshan yelled, "Damn it, you are more ruthless than asking for my Sword Book!"

Jiao Xinchen smiled and said nothing, just looking at Meng Sangshan.

"Lao Meng, in fact, deep down in my heart, I also want to see him win. If he defeats the sect master, it can also tell us that the sect leader's mountain is by no means difficult to climb."

Jiao Xinchen suddenly spoke again and said softly: "My sword skills are not willing to stop here."

Meng Sangshan smiled and said nothing.

This is how swordsmen should be in the world. Regardless of how many mountains are in front of them, just pass the sword. No matter how high the mountain is, you should think about cutting it open with one sword.

We sword cultivators don’t have to feel ashamed or inferior to others.

Your sword is as high as the sky, and my sword is not too high!

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The battle between the master of the Sword Sect and Yu Xiyi was not sloppy at all. After saying that, Yu Xiyi didn't even care whether others reacted, and already picked up the sword and left. This swordsman has already set foot on Wangyou at a young age.

The flying sword in his hand was trembling with wild grass, but he showed no sign of fear.

But excited.

It was as if there had been a wildfire, and only the rhizomes of weeds had long been left. At this moment, a drizzle suddenly fell, and the spring breeze blew, and green grass buds sprouted again.

A poet from the previous dynasty talked about this scene.

Yu Xiyi gently handed out a sword, and the mighty sword energy instantly filled half of the sky in front of him. This swordsman who usually looked carefree had a solemn expression at this moment, but there was absolutely no fear in his eyebrows.

There is only excitement.

A young man wielding a sword should be high-spirited.

Even if you are the master of the Sword Sect, even if you are the highest swordsman in the world.

The tall figure of the master of the Sword Sect is in the sea of ​​clouds. At this moment, he is indeed like a high mountain, overlooking all living beings in the sea of ​​clouds. The sword coming from the opposite side is like a big tide. If it wants to drown him, he doesn't even look at himself.

Don’t you have this ability?

The master of the Sword Sect doesn't mind that there is an amazingly talented sword cultivator in this world, and he doesn't mind that there will be a sword cultivator who can stand taller than him in the future. But as he said, you want to be better than me.

High, okay.

But if you want me to take the initiative to step back and give way to you, that's impossible.

In the way of swordsmanship, who is superior and who is inferior can only speak with the sword.

Stretching out his finger, the Sword Sect Master did not hold the sword, nor did he even intend to find something to make a sword with. Instead, he just pointed out from a distance, and a terrifying sword energy swept out from his fingertips and crashed into the sword energy in front of him.

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In just a moment, the two sword qi started fighting here, and a sea of ​​clouds became their battlefield.
To be continued...