The unique terrain of the Concaojian Valley has always been praised by the people around Kyoto, and it is considered a natural beauty. Today, after Cao Xiyun set out his sword, everyone suspected that this was not the magical art of nature at all, but that another sword immortal in the world had already had a sword!

Facing the three masters of the micro-level realm of the Supervision Department and dozens of monks in the Ideal Period, Cao Xiyun's long sword was unsheathed. The sword's body, which was originally as ragged as a patch, was circulating. Gray stains, rust stains, and oil stains were swept away, bursting out with a strong brilliance like the scorching sun in winter!

Eunuch Chen retreated into the crowd, pulled over a black-clothed and purple-belted supervisor, and shouted at him: "Form a formation!"

In fact, he didn't need to give orders. The moment Cao Xiyun's finger touched the hilt of the sword, dozens of people began to move their steps quickly and each returned to their respective positions.

Just as everyone was about to activate the formation, the burly man on the top of the mountain suddenly shouted: "Don't make a fortune! This guy is best at formation! Everyone draws his sword together!"

Just as everyone in the Supervision Office hesitated for a moment, the scorching sun at the end of the canyon turned into a bolt of lightning, illuminating every dark corner in the valley. The monks hiding in the valley waiting for an opportunity immediately became invisible!

On the cliff, the burly man shouted angrily, put his hands behind his waist, and held Chengming's weapon in his arms, but suddenly turned around and found that the thin old man beside him had no intention of resistance. He turned around and ran away immediately! Looking behind him, Eunuch Chen was already far away at the exit of the canyon!

The man knew how many moments of life and death the thin old man had and how he had judged danger, so he immediately gave up the idea of ​​facing the front, and ran his full strength to fly backwards!

Before the Cao Xiyun sword arrived, the three Zhiwei masters had lost any determination to resist. What a mighty and domineering sword this was!

Among the members of the Supervision Office, the three most important combat forces chose to treat dozens of Heyi period monks in the field as abandoned sons. It can be said that the outcome of this battle has been decided, but the abandoned son cannot give up on himself, otherwise it will be a dead end. So the thirty-two Heyi monks inside and outside the valley simultaneously issued the strongest move in the direction of lightning attacking at the same time. The momentum was so fierce that no one knew the micro-level cultivator could match for a time, which was enough to make Dong Erpang, Sun Wenzhen and others turn their fear.

However, in front of Cao Xiyun's sword, this level of resistance is obviously useless. Qingfeng is useless, steel knife is useless, hidden weapons is useless, and Yuanling is useless... All weapons, as long as they are touched by lightning, will be cut into two pieces!

It seemed as if in a moment, and in millions of years, the lightning slowly disappeared. Cao Xiyun returned the sword and turned around and smiled at the people of Panlong Academy. Behind him were shattered weapons and thirty-two unscathed but heartbroken officials of the Supervision Office.

"Do you understand?" Cao Xiyun walked to Zhao Xifeng's depth, bowed slightly, and asked with a look in front of him. While speaking, he gently tapped his right index finger between Zhao Xifeng's eyes.

The moment Cao Xiyun drew his sword, Zhao Xifeng's eyes were no longer chaotic. Later, the sword was like the scorching sun and the sword was like lightning. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like two magical weapons buried in the soil, which were pulled out bit by bit, wiped clean, revealing its original glory.

With Cao Xiyun's finger on his face, the divine light in Zhao Xifeng's eyes was even comparable to the stars! He reached out and summoned him, and Long Yabi, who was originally in the carriage, flew over immediately, obediently letting him hold it in his palm.

紧接着,赵西枫双眼合闭,后撤半步,双肩微微下倾,四周风声一静止,那酝酿五日的一剑呼之欲出!

Dong Erpang and others were full of excitement. Unlike others, when Cao Xiyun helped everyone practice, everyone practiced diligently. Water drips through the stones. Only Zhao Xifeng, no safety depends on enlightenment. So no one knows what level it has reached at this moment.

Moreover, according to the goal set by Cao Xiyun, the sword with the most divine will must have the ability to kill himself in one fell swoop. Everyone present knew that if they could face his own sword, their strength would be more than just doubled!

然而,就在剑招将出未出之际,曹熙云却一把按住了赵西枫的手腕,以压倒性的元灵优势阻挡了后者出手.

还在神定状态下并没有完全清醒的赵西枫显然心有不甘,还在不停用力,浑身剧烈的颤抖着,然而境界差距实在过大,任他如何挣扎也是徒劳.

"Brother Dongfeng, hold it in a while," Cao Xiyun joked in looking at Zhao Xifeng's eyes, "The sword intent is enough, but the murderous intent is not enough, so the overall situation is still lacking. Keep this sword first and reward it to the person you want to kill in the future."

赵西枫迷迷糊糊开口,断断续续说道:“我有...三剑,你...先让我...出一剑.”

众人愕然,灭杀过往的功法,一剑尚且难得,赵西枫竟然在这五天里连悟三剑?这是什么样的天资?

Cao Xiyun's expression was still calm, but he also started to curse in his heart, thinking to himself, "I just wanted to introduce you to swordsmanship, but who would have thought that you actually did it and added new materials yourself?" The little baby now has Zhong Li in front, Gu Qingyuan and Dong Erpang behind, and now there is a more perverted Zhao Xifeng. Could it be that this generation of cultivators are all freaks? At this speed, it won't take long for the younger generation of cultivators to beat all the older generation to death on the beach!"

这些乱七八糟的想法曹熙云都没有表露出来,而是对赵西枫开了个众人都没有听懂的玩笑:“还是先忍忍吧,男人哪能一有感觉就非要弄出来的?”

After a while, the divine light in Zhao Xifeng's eyes gradually became introverted and gradually returned to the clarity. Then he looked around and the memories of the divine concentration surged into his heart in the past few days. So he stood upright, holding Long Yabi in his right hand, bent down solemnly at Cao Xiyun, and performed the disciple's tribute.

曹熙云微笑避开,对赵西枫说道:“东风老弟啊,你可别占便宜,周喆若认真论起来是我侄子辈,你对我行拜师礼就要和你师父称兄道弟了.”

“得了吧你,”赵西枫起身白了一眼曹熙云,没好气的说道,“学剑归学剑,咱哥俩还是兄弟,刚才那一下谢过就可以了.”

曹熙云哈哈大笑,口中连声说道:“本应如此.”

“老曹,你认识我师父?”想到刚才曹熙云的话,赵西枫皱眉问道,“你究竟是谁?”

曹熙云耸耸肩,将长剑挂回腰后,缓缓向凹剑谷内走去,口中说道:“一袍青裘掩酒痕,半生颠倒抿余温,酒冷发华春歌渺,原是有心栽花人.”

The poem has not yet been completed, but people have long disappeared.
Chapter completed!