Heaven sealed my account?I rebuilt against the sky

Chapter 222 One craftsman is enough to quell the chaos of the Protoss
Everyone in the world knows that Wen Zhengyan, the master of heaven and Taoism, is the No. 1 knife.

The entire human race, the entire Dao domain, if it comes to using a knife, no one can be stronger than Wen Zhengyan.

It is definitely No.1 in the Dao of the Sword.

However, the swordsman who suddenly appeared today forced the entire God Race army back just by relying on the unsheathed sword intent.

This kind of power, even a monk who doesn't know how to use a knife at all, knows it.

This swordsman is stronger than Wen Zhengyan who cuts the sky.

It's just that for these monks, it's not sure whether it's simply that this swordsman is stronger than Wen Zhengyan, or he has gone further than Wen Zhengyan on the way of the sword.

But for all monks who use knives in the Dao Domain.

Seeing this sword intent, it is very clear.

This swordsman's sword is stronger than Wen Zhengyan's.

Even Wen Zhengyan himself is very clear that the swordsman in the mouth of the immortal master is really stronger than himself.

Not only in the realm of cultivation, but also in the way of swordsmanship.

However, in the entire Dao Domain, all creatures are wondering.

Where did this swordsman come from?
The three primordial spirits led the protoss army back continuously, their faces very ugly.

Just the intention of the sword made all three of their souls clearly realize how powerful this swordsman was.

He didn't say a word.

From appearance to step forward step by step.

It seems to be a supreme existence that has existed since ancient times.

His realm may only be comparable to the three primordial spirits, no difference.

But his strength is enough to instantly kill the three primordial spirits.

Cultivation realm and real strength have never been equated.

The protoss retreated into the abyss.

The swordsman stopped outside Shenyuan.

Then, take out a pot of wine and a small red clay stove.

In the eyes of all creatures in the entire Dao Domain.

Among the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Sit cross-legged.

Boil the wine.

Hidden knife in the body.

One person is cooking wine in the snow, and the hundreds of millions of troops of the Gods dare not move rashly.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a single word.

……

"Who is this?"

"How did our human race produce such a character? Why have we never heard of it before?"

"Where are the Taoist masters of the Three Immortals and Eight Paths? Did they ever know?"

All the monks looked at the Taoist who was closest to them.

There are even a lot of hidden vein powers, who also look at the Taoist masters of these top cultivating forces.

Because the hidden veins are isolated from the world, they don't know much about worldly affairs.

But as the leaders of Taoism, these Taoist masters should know.

But no Taoist can recognize the origin of the swordsman.

Everyone was shocked.

Human race, there is such an inheritance?

There is such a powerful monk?
Everyone subconsciously thought of Bai Yixian.

Perhaps, only Bai Yixian can know his origin?

Xuanli looked at Wen Zhengyan, the Taoist master of Zhantian Dao.

Because the same is with a knife.

Compared with others, the top swordsmen are all inductive to each other.

Unless this swordsman's swordsmanship far exceeds Wen Zhengyan, Wen Zhengyan will not be aware of it.

Not to mention this, when Xuanli looked at Wen Zhengyan, he saw a clue in his eyes.

Wen Zhengyan knew of the existence of this swordsman.

"You know him?" Xuanli couldn't help asking.

There was no concealment in his words, and the human monks on the Yaozu battlefield could clearly hear them.

Even on the demon battlefield, those monks at the emperor level all looked at Wen Zhengyan.

Wen Zhengyan nodded and said, "Master Immortal once told me that there is a swordsman in the world whose swordsmanship is purer than mine."

When this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

I only heard Wen Zhengyan continue to say: "Because my knife is only known to be used for fighting."

"But his is not. His knife is the purest knife. It is not a killing knife, nor is it a king's knife. It is just a simple knife."

Although Wen Zhengyan was explaining, all the monks became even more confused.

Although it is said that one method can master all methods, among the top monks of the human race, there is only Wen Zhengyan who is proficient in one weapon and uses it as his own way, and only cultivates this way.

Whether it is a monk at the level of an emperor or a monk at the level of a holy emperor.

After coming into contact with the laws, basically multiple laws are practiced together.

Because they are not at the level of the master and the old Taoist, they will not be able to practice a single law.

If you want to continuously improve your combat power, it is the best choice to practice multiple laws at the same time.

The way of the law, when you practice to the later stage, it is basically difficult to advance an inch.

It’s just that shivering thing. If you realize it, you have realized it, and if you don’t realize it, you don’t realize it.

Because of this, no monk present could understand Wen Zhengyan's explanation.

Wen Zhengyan didn't care whether they could understand or not, and said to himself: "The big sound is silent, the elephant has no form, from strong to complex, from simple to simple."

"This is the words in "The Immortal Day" by Master Xianzun. If you still remember, this swordsman is the best interpreter of these words."

As soon as this sentence came out, all the monks understood.

That is this swordsman, very strong!

He is so strong that even Wen Zhengyan, the master of the Heaven-Zhan Dao, feels inferior to him!
No matter how powerful he is, in short, he just needs to be strong.

On the demon battlefield, Wen Qingyun looked at the swordsman.

Thoughtful eyes.

Compared with the current monks, he can be said to be the one who lived the longest.

The longer you live, the more you will know.

Especially since someone mentioned something about the three human race craftsmen before.

This made Wen Qingyun somewhat understand the origin of the swordsman in front of him.

Sure enough, Wen Zhengyan said: "I think my sword skills are good, of course I am not convinced, so I asked about the origin of this swordsman."

"Master Xianzun told me that among the three craftsmen of the human race, the craftsman is the head, and the inheritance has never been cut off."

"This swordsman is the contemporary heir of the craftsman, a swordsman who does not work as a craftsman."

Whoa!
These words can be heard not only by human monks, but also by the creatures of the three powerful gods, monsters and demons.

The three craftsmen of the human race.

This is a very old tradition.

So old that the whole world seems to have forgotten their existence.

Among the demon race, perhaps only the demon ancestor can know the meaning of the representatives of the three craftsmen of the human race.

But among the two races of gods and demons, whether it is the five primordial demons or the three primordial spirits.

These eight people have all lived from the ancient times to the present.

The two races of gods and demons have a long lifespan, and the powerful ones basically don't think about dying of old age.

Especially when it comes to the level of Yuanshen and Shimo.

It can almost be said that he lives as long as heaven.

Apart from being killed, one will not die due to the exhaustion of life energy.

The three human race craftsmen are not only unfamiliar to them.

On the contrary, it left a very deep impression.

The ancient period, the ancient period.

Every rise of the human race, every counterattack, can see the figures of the three masters of the human race.

Until ancient times, the two races of gods and demons gradually declined, and the two races of humans and demons began to grow stronger.

The figure of the three craftsmen of the human race slowly disappeared from the long river of history.

It's like retiring after success.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the heir of the craftsman among the three craftsmen of the human race.

"Hou Shi, the craftsman, our three gods have dealt with your ancestors countless times. The three craftsmen of the human race are cursed by heaven, and only one person is passed on in each generation. The soul craftsmen and painters are even weaker. They should have been buried in the years. Bar?"

A primordial spirit asked tentatively.

To them, the illustrious reputation of the three human race craftsmen is no less than that of the Immortal in White.

Although the successors of the three craftsmen of the human race in each generation do not have that kind of earth-shattering strength, their actions can play a role that is no less than that of Bai Yixian.

The way of heaven sealed their combat power.

However, the three craftsmen of the human race found another way, and each opened up the path of cultivation through direct access to the avenue.

The means possessed are all kinds of strange and unpredictable.

The successor of the craftsman has come out, so what about the successor of the soul craftsman and the successor of the painter?

Is it still dormant in the dark?

This made the three primordial spirits even more afraid to act rashly.

Swordsman, that is, the butcher who used to be slovenly.

At this moment, I washed and dressed, changed clothes, drank some wine, and looked at the Protoss with a smile.

"To deal with you, I alone will suffice."

This seems to be answered, but it seems that there is no answer.

The fear in the eyes of the three primordial spirits became even stronger.

Since the human craftsman can break the curse of heaven, he has developed a body with astonishing fighting power.

No matter what the price he needs to pay is.

But he is absolutely qualified, at least in the absence of Heavenly Dao, to display his powerful combat power.

He didn't say anything about soul craftsmen and painters.

Maybe it's avoidance, maybe it's disdain.

The three souls are more inclined to the latter.

No matter how difficult the human race is, the three craftsmen of the human race always believe that the human race can be brilliant.

He is not afraid of the gods and demons who were once extremely powerful.

Let alone the two races of gods and demons who are not as powerful as before?
In each era, there is only one of them.

Added up, it was only three people.

But these three people have saved the human race in times of crisis many times.

The Protoss fell silent.

Just like that, Wushen dared to take a step forward as he watched the descendants of the craftsmen cooking wine in the snow.

With the sword hidden in his body, the sword's intention fills the sky.

This is the scene before the knife is drawn.

If this sword comes out, it will definitely shake the world!
It is enough to make the world pale, and it is enough to completely destroy the gods who have no power of gods.

Regardless of whether the other two craftsmen were present, the Protoss no longer had any desire to fight.

A single craftsman is enough to put down the chaos of the Protoss!

In the Dao Domain, all the monks of the human race also knew the original surname of the craftsman because of the words of the Yuanshen.

Wen Zhengyan's eyes showed a look of longing.

He really wanted to see the successor of the craftsman make this knife.

But when he heard what Yuanshen said before, he secretly sighed in his heart.

If not out of necessity, why would the heirs of craftsmen sit in the snow and cook wine instead of slaying the gods with their swords?

The practice of passing on from one person to another has already shown that if he wants to make a sword, he must pay a huge price.

What the price is, no one knows.

However, it is likely to be his own life.

Who can avoid the curse of heaven without reaching the level of Bai Yixian?
(End of this chapter)