The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Shenjian Lake, this holy place in the minds of countless swordsmen in the world is named after the lake, and the mountain gate is really a lake.

There were rooftops, waterside pavilions, attics and houses standing in rows on the banks of the lake, and islands dotted around the lake, which was about thirty miles in radius.

The clear lake water was calm and smooth like a mirror, without a trace of turbidity.

It reflects the blue sky and white clouds, as well as the flowers, trees, pavilions and towers on the shore, as well as the figures of the Shenjian Lake disciples sitting in meditation by the lake.

One can see the bottom of the lake at a glance, but there are no aquatic plants or fish in it. It is said that when the water is too clear, there are no fish, and this is true.

But the lack of life does not mean that there is nothing in the lake. One can see that the sword intent has condensed into substance and is swimming under the water like fish.

Some are rushing forward like an arrow shot from a bow, while others are leisurely, like fish swimming in the water. It is truly a wonderful sight.

The disciples on the shore, whose realms were not even at the divine realm, were trying to comprehend the essence of the sword intent.

They knew very well that they were not good enough, and if they rashly went deep into the lake, the best outcome would be to be pierced into a sieve by the sword energy.

On the islands surrounding the lake, lines of Yin Shen realm energy rose and fell, as if resonating with the sword intent in the lake.

Further inward, there are dozens of Yangshen swordsmen living on small islands, honing themselves with the sword spirit of the Divine Sword Lake.

In the central area, there are only seven islands, four of which are uninhabited, and the remaining three are the places where the three Zhenwu land immortals of Shenjian Lake practice hard.

The island where Zang Xuanji is located is not big, and the land is bare, with only a simple thatched cottage standing.

In the thatched cottage, Zang Xuanji was dressed in a scholar's uniform, looking extremely heroic.

She was seen sitting cross-legged on the ground, with azure sword placed on her knees, and her spiritual light fluctuated as if she was breathing.

Around the island, dense sword shadows crisscrossed, like a school of fish swimming underwater, as agile as living things.

At this moment, Zang Xuanji seemed to have noticed something and opened his eyes. The sword shadows in the lake suddenly froze.

In an instant, the other swordsmen in Divine Sword Lake were startled. Before they had time to think about what was happening, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from the sky.

Boom——

The strong wind violently crushed the air, and the extremely violent airflow pushed the sonic boom to spread over a radius of several miles, like rolling thunder.

Then a red light burst out from the distance, splitting the space and piercing the void.

Then another pure white sun followed closely.

The two were moving so fast that wherever they passed, even the strong wind was left far behind.

Zang Xuanji, who sensed the chase and escape in the distance, was stunned for a moment. He immediately recognized that the one who was fleeing was Fang Xun, and the one who was chasing was Wu Haoran.

But she reacted immediately, and with a clang, the azure sword was unsheathed.

boom--

Ripples immediately appeared on the surface of Excalibur Lake.

The sword intent like fish swimming in the lake gathered together and condensed into a giant blue sword rising from the center of the lake.

choke--

The sword's edge is sharp and ringing.

The disciples of Divine Sword Lake who were at a lower level all subconsciously closed their eyes. The terrifying sword force made their skin feel stinging and their hearts felt heavy.

"Um?!"

In the sky, Wu Haoran, who was chasing Fang Xun, frowned. He immediately turned the Tianxin ruler in his hand, pulling out a long river of righteousness that collided with the sword shadow.

tear-

The long river of righteousness was immediately torn open by the azure giant sword, which looked like a blue sword mark appeared in the sky, or like the sky opened a blue eye. At this time, Fang Xun suddenly turned around, and Wanxiang transformed from the glove form into a small building listening to the spring rain all night, and turned around and slashed.

choke--

The golden blade light was sharp and hot, like a golden bird splitting the sky, flying across the sky and earth.

Golden Dawn - The Destruction of the Split Universe

With a tear, the long river of might that was torn into two tributaries the moment before was instantly split into two!
After the knife light tore through the long river, it continued to attack Wu Haoran.

Wu Haoran's face turned cold and he raised his hand and waved.

With a bang, the sword light immediately shattered, and Fang Xun took the opportunity to fly over the Divine Sword Lake.

Soon, the void returned to calm, and Wu Haoran's face became extremely ugly.

Fang Xun was seen standing in the void, and below him, three people, Zang Xuanji, Jian Wuyi and an old man in hemp clothes walked out of their huts respectively with sharp eyes.

"Brother Zang, sorry to bother you." Fang Xun said with a smile.

The old man in hemp clothes had a calm expression, while Jian Wuyi looked at Fang Xun and then at Wu Haoran, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Is this guy Fang Xun coming to them to avoid disaster?

A hint of helplessness flashed across Zang Xuanji's beautiful eyes: "Brother Fang, you are really..."

Wu Haoran looked at the four people opposite him, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Master Zang, Fang Xun is a heinous criminal. If you really want to help him, don't you know that you are helping the tyrant?"

He tried to keep his tone calm, but Zang Xuanji simply replied calmly: "Whether I am helping the tyrant or not, I know what to do. Don't worry about it, Master Wu."

After hearing Zang Xuanji's words, the old man in hemp clothes and Jian Wuyi also pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Wu Haoran's face suddenly darkened: "Does your sect really want to do this?"

Fang Xun just smiled and said nothing, but Zang Xuanji asked back.

"I should be the one asking Principal Wu this question. May I ask what crime did Marquis Lin Chuan commit that required Principal Wu to personally hunt him down?"

Wu Shanchang said in a deep voice: "What exactly did he do? Don't you know? The whole world knows that this beast bullied the people of Jiangnan and caused public outrage."

Fang Xun smiled and said, "I am an important official of the imperial court. The imperial court has not expressed its intention to issue an order to execute the thief, but it is Wu Shanchang who is extremely anxious. Isn't this like setting up a private court and trying to use private punishment? Where does this put the imperial court?"

"Hmph! Sweet words!"

Wu Haoran snorted coldly and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Zang Xuanji's impatient wave of his hand.

"Marquis Lin Chuan is right. I think the court has become a one-man show for you, Shanzhang. You can kill whomever you want. You are so powerful!
"Please go back, Shanzhang. Lin Chuanhou is a distinguished guest of my sect. I will never allow you to kill him at will!"

In an instant, the air became stagnant again.

The disciples of Shenjian Lake were in a state of nervousness, staring at the figure in the sky. No one dared to speak rashly for fear of detonating the gunpowder.

Wu Haoran's expression, on the contrary, calmed down. After taking a deep look at Fang Xun, he turned around and left, disappearing from everyone's sight in a short while.

call--

Seeing that Wu Haoran did not choose to continue fighting, all the disciples of Shenjian Lake breathed a sigh of relief.

Zang Xuanji's tense expression relaxed a little, and he looked up at Fang Xun in the sky and said unhappily.

"You troublemaker, come down quickly!"

Fang Xun touched his nose, laughed awkwardly, and fell down. (End of this chapter)