Everyone turned around and saw a middle-aged scribe carrying a huge book box and wearing white clothes, walking over leisurely with a faint smile on his face.

"Dead scholar." Li Hanyi snorted coldly and quickly turned his head.

The smile of the scribe in white suddenly froze, he sighed softly, and muttered: "She is such a beautiful woman, but she has a terrible temper. It's a pity."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Yuzhen, full of surprise: "Dao Sword Immortal, why did you come down the mountain?"

Although Zhao Yuzhen had never seen the scribe in white, seeing his dress and thinking of what he had said before, he guessed his identity.

Zhao Yuzhen did not answer, just smiled and shouted: "Confucian Sword Immortal."

Some people have practiced swordplay all their lives, but their martial arts skills are mediocre, while others have studied for decades and learned thousands of books, and one day they casually handed over a sword and became a swordsman.

This person is Xie Xuan, the Confucian Sword Immortal.

With a pen he can write a book, and with a sword he can become a swordsman. With a hand holding thousands of books, he can travel thousands of miles.

Xie Xuan smiled back and turned to Fang Muye: "Who is this brother?"

Fang Muye smiled, clasped his fists, and said loudly: "Fang Muye, I have long admired the name Confucian Sword Immortal."

Xie Xuan laughed elegantly and returned the favor with cupped fists: "It turns out to be Brother Fang. Brother Fang defeated Yin Luoxia in Xueyue City. Xie Xuan has also admired him for a long time."

Fang Muye was stunned. How could Xie Xuan know about this? Could it be that big mouth Sikong Changfeng told him? Well, it must be him.

Xie Xuan looked at Wu Xin with a smile again and recognized his identity at a glance: "Young master of Tianwai Tianshao, Ye Anshi, you seem to be a little embarrassed."

Wu Xin waved his sleeves, dusted off the white robe, and smiled bitterly: "Wuxin has met Senior Confucian Sword Immortal. As for Wu Xin's embarrassment, it was all given by Senior Wrath Sword Immortal. I have never met him before.

, but they force me, a junior, to the point of life and death. Oh, my unintentional life is really miserable."

The Confucian Sword Immortal chuckled, then looked at Yan Zhantian, and said jokingly: "Big devil, bullying a junior is a disgrace to your status as a Sword Immortal. Now that I have two Sword Immortals, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat them.

It’s better to leave quickly.”

"Xie Xuan, what Li Hanyi called you just now is indeed appropriate. You are indeed a dead scholar. How can I, Yan Zhantian, retreat without a fight? Today, I would like to see what the two great swordsmen will do if they join forces.

What kind of power." Although Yan Zhantian knew clearly that he alone could not fight against Li Hanyi and Zhao Yuzhen, but how could he leave like this?

"To beat you, we don't need to join forces. I am enough alone." Li Hanyi shouted angrily and was about to draw his sword and step forward, but as soon as he took half a step, he was grabbed by Zhao Yuzhen.

Zhao Yuzhen smiled at Li Hanyi who looked back: "There is no way for a lady to fight, and my husband is watching. Little fairy, let me do it."

"Well, then be careful." Li Hanyi's eyes were full of tenderness, he nodded lightly, and then stepped back.

This scene immediately made Xie Xuan's eyes widen in shock. He and Li Hanyi had known each other for more than ten years, but he never dreamed that she would speak so tenderly, and he couldn't help but say "Huh".

Fang Muye glanced at him indifferently, remembering the previous journey with Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi, and couldn't help but feel full of contempt in his heart: What a fuss, there are so many things you haven't seen before.

Zhao Yuzhen stepped forward slowly and picked up the peach wood sword hanging on his waist.

Yan Zhantian looked at the sword in his hand, frowned, and said: "I have heard that the swords of the previous masters of Qingcheng Mountain are Qingxiao Swords, which ranks sixth among the world's famous swords. When the sword is drawn, there is a talisman looming on it. It is Han.

The Taoist Sword of Supreme Principle, I have been longing for a sword, but I didn’t expect that when the Taoist Sword Immortal came down the mountain for the first time, he would be equipped with a peach wood sword.”

"The world is ignorant, they only know that the Qingxiao Sword ranks sixth in the world, and is the sword that controls the mountains of Qingcheng Mountain. It must be stronger than my peach blossom sword. But who knows that my peach wood sword contains the Xuanyang that was destroyed that year?

Sword sword embryo, Jiujiu is Xuan, have you ever heard of Xuanyang sword?" Zhao Yuzhen looked at Yan Zhantian with a proud expression.

Yan Zhantian said in a deep voice: "The most affectionate and warmest sword in the world. Back then, the Kunlun Sword Immortal had two swords. One was the Iron Horse Glacier, which was the coldest in the world, and the other was the Xuanyang, which was the warmest in the world."

"Yes, the world is the warmest and the world is the coldest. My peach blossom sword and the little fairy's iron horse Binghe are a pair." Zhao Yuzhen nodded lightly and smiled: "My sword is called 'Spring Breeze Comes'"

', I learned it from Peach Blossom, and I asked the Wrath Sword Immortal to give it a try."

Zhao Yuzhen raised the mahogany sword and gently swung it towards Yan Zhantian.

His sword was very slow, and there was no trace of strength at all. But with this light sword swing, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the mountain, warm and genial, just like the spring breeze. Fang Muye and other people standing behind Zhao Yuzhen

, as if the whole body is bathed in the spring breeze, I feel comfortable all over, and I can't help but feel elated.

However, the "spring breeze coming" created by Dao Jianxian could only be gentle.

The spring breeze is like scissors, how many flowers fall.

Yan Zhantian faced this sword directly, and felt that under the beautiful sword intention, there was endless murderous intention. He was in it, and his hair stood on end, and he was surrounded by dangers.

Yan Zhantian immediately grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the sword energy suddenly flowed across the hilt. He suddenly pulled out the sword and slashed forward. A cold light suddenly appeared on the sword body, and there seemed to be blood around the sword body, and a stream of

The violent sword energy was also shot out suddenly, and wherever the sword energy passed, the land exploded.

Yan Zhantian has only three famous wrathful sword moves, the first of which is called "Drawing the Sword in Anger". When he draws the sword, that is when he draws the sword, there will not be a moment's pause in between.

Along with a sound like muffled thunder, the two sword energies collided together.

As soon as it came into contact, Yan Zhantian's furious sword energy retreated steadily, melting like ice and snow, and finally disappeared. However, Zhao Yuzhen's warm sword energy also weakened greatly, blowing on the broken sword like a spring breeze,

But Yan Zhantian was pushed back two steps.

"Draw out the sword!"

Yan Zhantian shouted angrily, stepped forward suddenly, jumped up, swung the army-breaking giant sword in his hand, and smashed it towards Zhao Yuzhen. The sword intention was vigorous and the sword power was domineering. At this moment, there was actually someone in the world.

Thunder sounded.

The second form of the Angry Sword Style is to slash with one sword.

Xie Xuan whispered softly: "This is what Yan Zhantian looks like when he is most angry. I have not seen him for a long time."

When Fang Muye saw his eyes shining brightly, he actually showed a hint of excitement.

"Good sword."

Zhao Yuzhen's expression remained unchanged, and he said a word lightly, and then pointed the Peach Blossom Sword forward, and suddenly there was a roar of a lion, and an illusion of a lion nearly two feet high suddenly appeared behind him, roaring into the sky, lusting.
Chapter completed!