Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1320 Young... Sword Master! (seeking subscription)

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Rumble!
Huge waves hit the shore, hit the dark reef, and splashed countless fine waves.

It has to be said that the reason why this uninhabited beach has not been developed for so long is that there is indeed a lot of danger. At least Qi Yunfei is extremely cautious right now, even if she is already at the second level of her profession and is approaching the third level. Physique is also very demanding, and it is not easy to gather strength. Needless to say, ordinary people will be swept away by big waves if they are a little careless.

Qi Mufeng stepped on the beach and walked towards the young man in a coarse white robe. His eyes were fixed, and a young knife master was not in his eyes. What he needed to be vigilant about was the man behind him. A knife saint.

The young man seemed to have discovered him, Qi Mufeng was slightly surprised, he dared to look at him so directly, looking at the many sword masters in the whole Great Xia, even among some of the older generations, there were not many.

"Young man, you are very nice."

Standing still ten meters in front of Su Qinian, Qi Mufeng spoke without the slightest hint of ridicule, and said, "If you can teach a young swordsman like you, let the swordsman behind you come out, you are not me!" opponent."

"Teacher Su." Qi Yunfei noticed something strange.

"continue."

Su Qinian's voice pierced through the waves and rang in her ears. Although it was calm, it sank into the depths of her heart like a sea-fixing needle.

Gathering her mind, Qi Yunfei showed a firm look, turned around again, ignored the waves, and cut down the iron wooden knife meticulously forward again against the waves.

"interesting."

Qi Mufeng took a look at Qi Yunfei, the fourth lady who was exiled in the past, has become decent in a blink of an eye, and what is even more rare is that she has already entered the Dao of the Sword, which has nothing to do with the simple level of occupation In Qi Mufeng's view, even if some swordsman has entered the high-level profession, the way of the sword is still not a real entry, which involves a deeper level of comprehension. From this point of view, this young man is not only young If you cultivate lightly, you can achieve it, and the ability to teach people is also first-class.

"It's a pity, young people have skills. In the current summer, you can be among the top five young people. It's just that there are some things that you can't touch. If you don't call me, I won't hold back."

Qi Mufeng said indifferently, his figure is majestic, like an iron tower, his bronze-colored body is shiny, and his muscles are twisted, like small dragons entrenched on it, and behind him, he is carrying a five-foot-long thick-backed plain knife , the dusty blade does not look bright, but it is engraved with the patterns of rivers, mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, insects and fish.

Su Qinian looked at the middle-aged man, looked at his knife, and said calmly, "Why can't it be me."

Qi Mufeng was startled for a moment, then shook his head, and said: "Hundreds of years have passed, and the first ones to become saints are almost at the age of their destiny. Holy, it's impossible."

In Qi Mufeng's view, Dao of the Sword requires not only comprehension, but also accumulation and experience. It is also a kind of tempering of state of mind and will. There is not enough time to endure it. If you want to break through the barrier of the sword master to the holy realm , there is no possibility at all.

Therefore, there are quite a few sword masters in this world. Some young and strong men, according to records, have become sword masters even before they reach the weak crown. , it may take twice as much or even several times more time to be promoted than before.

However, just as Qi Mufeng was thinking, a ray of terrifying sharpness rose from the young man in a rough white robe in front of him. In an instant, Qi Mufeng fell into an ice cellar, as if he had a mouthful of heaven. The knife hangs above the head, every inch of the body seems to be cut by a sharp blade, and crystal drops of blood seep out from the capillaries.

It's terrifying!

Feeling the coercion of the way of the sword that oppressed the soul, Qi Mufeng couldn't believe his eyes. There really is such a young sword master?
He couldn't move, under this coercion, it seemed that even his soul was frozen, and he couldn't control his body at all. Qi Mufeng turned pale in shock. He thought that with his many years of cultivation, even if he really faced a sword master , Even if he loses, he can escape from birth. Now he realizes how ridiculous his conceit is. Standing on the top of the sword master for many years has made him lose his edge.

wrong!

Suddenly, Qi Mufeng's mind was shocked. Even if he was facing the one on the back mountain, he would not be immobilized by the pure pressure and sharpness. , as if he had been immobilized, but it was unprecedented. Could it be that this person is stronger than the one on the mountain later?
impossible!
Qi Mufeng knew better than anyone that the strength of that one on the back mountain, as one of the leaders of this group of dead men who were given the surname Qi, was used by that one to sharpen their knives in their daily practice. It also made them more adaptable to the majestic aura of the strong.

After careful identification, Qi Mufeng's eyes lighted slightly. Although the coercion from the front was terrifying, it was not very strong. That ray of sharpness was more like targeting the spiritual will. There are thousands of swords and methods in this world. Unexpected, but also reasonable.

"Dear Sword Master, it turns out...it's really you."

Even so, Qi Mufeng couldn't help but let go of his posture, and used honorific words. Anyone who can suppress him with a ray of sharpness and coercion, even if he has the merits of the Dharma Gate, it is undeniable that this is definitely a holy figure.

Daxia's, the sixth sword master!
If he hadn't been there in person, Qi Mufeng would never have believed that the sixth sword sage appeared silently in the territory of Daxia, and he was such a young and peerless figure. Such an existence could hardly be measured by common sense. He was full of thoughts, and he couldn't figure out how such an existence was born in this world.

The waves on the coast are choppy, and at this corner of the beach, Qi Mufeng is drenched in cold sweat. Although the test was successful, he directly found a real dragon...

"Get out the knife."

The next moment, the sharpness and coercion covering the whole body disappeared without a trace, Qi Mufeng couldn't help looking at Su Qinian, is there any point in using the saber now?

"Out with the knife." Su Qinian looked at him with serious eyes and a firm tone.

……

After a minute.

Qi Mufeng was limp on the ground, his muscles and bones seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn't gather any energy. After all, he still drew his sword, with all his strength, and even vaguely surpassed the peak. It was because the edge of the young sword master was too sharp , as if it could directly reach the soul, it inspired him to go all out, throw away everything, and cut out the strongest knife in his life so far.

Su Qinian shook his head, turned around and walked away. Compared to the previous King of the Dark World, although this one was not bad, he was obviously weaker by more than a notch, and couldn't give him enough aura to transform his body with the Dao of the Sword.

It's also because his savings are too deep. From the looks of it now, he can only place his hopes on this trip to Dragon City, to see the peak figures in this world, and how different they are in understanding the Dao of the Sword. (Seeking a subscription, asking for a monthly pass.)
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