Wanzun Sword Emperor

Chapter 147 Everything Can Be a Sword
The forest is quiet, and a cobbled path leads directly to the depths.

On the path, a maid leads the way.

At the end of the trail is a simple bamboo house.

In the yard in front of the bamboo house, a rotten old man was sitting quietly in front of a stone table, with black and white chess pieces scattered here and there.

"My lord, we're here." Taking Li Yisheng to the gate of the courtyard, the maid said something softly, and called Feng Wuyue to leave.

"Auntie, why did the sword master let Li Xuantian come? Didn't he say he chose me?" Feng Wuyue asked doubtfully when leaving.

Thinking of her showing off in front of Li Xuantian before, she still felt hairy at the moment.

The name Li Xuantian is not a kind person.

Even to a large extent, it is more terrifying than the four major secret places.

The maid shook her head, "The sword master has his own reasons."

Gu Zi in white walked into the yard and sat down opposite the old man, while Ye Qingyin stood quietly behind him.

"Play the next game with the old man?" The old man held the black chess and thought for a long time, but he still didn't make a decision.

He was waiting for the young man on the opposite side to settle down.

Li Yisheng didn't look at the chess game, but looked at the old man and said calmly, "This is a game played by losers."

Hearing this, the old man's dry palm shook slightly, and he put the sunspot back into the box, and raised his wrinkled eyelids to look at Li Yisheng, "Then what game does the winner play?"

When he said this, a sharp sword light flashed in the old man's eyes.

Seeing that Li Yiyi didn't speak, the old man continued: "This old man gathers spirits at the age of ten, congeals destiny at the age of 13, goes to Taichu at the age of 17, and turns to Nirvana at the age of 23.

At the age of 30, she had the most beautiful woman in the world, at the age of 50, she founded the first family, at the age of one hundred, the sect became stronger than ever, and at the age of two hundred."

Having said that, the old man was silent for a long time before continuing, "The [-]th year old, old man Zhan Yue Fei Xian"

Li Yisheng interrupted the other party, "But you still failed."

Bang!
Because of Li Shengsheng's words, a certain white stone on the stone table instantly turned into powder, and the fierce sword energy overflowed and dissipated.

Obviously, the old man's mood fluctuated strongly because of Li Yisheng's words.

Taking a deep breath, the old man just said, "Now, this old man is 210 years old.

I have asked myself, is there any pursuit? "

"Yes." Li Yiyi raised his eyes to look at the old man, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be so inhuman."

The old man smiled casually, but that smile was extraordinarily creepy.

"The old man has survived for 1000 years just to kill a few more people.

But in the end it was discovered that the old man could no longer leave this secluded forest. "

The old man tremblingly picked up the tea table beside him and poured a cup for Li Yisheng, and said sincerely, "This old man can teach you the art of swordsmanship, and when the time comes, how many more can you kill for me?"

"I, Li Xuantian, don't need your sword skills." Li Yisheng said seriously, "Also, if you want to save the world, you should save your tongue, you and I pursue differences."

The other party tried his best to live, but he was reluctant to die.

Even if he wanted to save the world before, then now, that ideal at the beginning may have been wiped out.

The other party just wanted to change another body.

As for why he didn't choose Wuqing, that's just because Wuqing's body is not suitable for the other party!
Seeing the other party's refusal, the old man's expression fluctuated and he looked at Li Yisheng, "Do you know who I am? I can be regarded as your senior."

"Sword Eleven, a loser." Li Yisheng said calmly.

As Li Yisheng's words fell, the wind blew by, and the fallen leaves heard the sound.

Ye Qingyin stared at the old man with wide eyes, his eyes trembling.

She once heard a few words from her teacher Xue Mowu, and she knew how elegant Jian Shiyi of the Hengya generation was.

But she didn't expect that Jian Shiyi, who was supposed to die, was still alive, and he was still in front of her!
Jian Eleven took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed, "Young man, since you know I am Jian Eleven, you still dare to speak to me like that?"

As Jian Shiyi said, he picked up a sunspot and placed it on the chessboard.

As the sunspot fell, the falling leaves around them became sharp like sword blades, spinning rapidly around the three of them.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingyin's expression changed drastically.

This old man's sword skills are so profound?

Even Feng Wuyue and Feng Wuyue, who were some distance away from the bamboo house, looked over with a look of surprise at this moment, "Sword Master, have you made a move?"

Li Yisheng didn't answer, but asked calmly, "Do you know why I came?"

As he spoke, Li Yisheng picked up the white pieces and dropped them into the chess game, "Because I am Li Xuantian!"

As soon as Baizi fell, the rapidly cutting leaves around them, as if they had been slashed countless times by countless sword qi, instantly turned into powder and fell down.

"Sure enough, a hero comes out of a youth, and he has the demeanor of an old man." Jian Shiyi's hole-like pupils flashed a gleam, and Hei Zi fell down again, "How about this sword?"

"With this sword, when the old man cut the moon, he almost killed the Shangxian."

After finishing speaking, the green bamboos planted around were drawn out of their sheaths like green sharps, and the sword's momentum was unstoppable, soaring into the sky.

Even outside the secluded forest, everyone in the restaurant can feel this terrifying sword energy, or sword intent.

"This sword is really good, but if you want to stump me like this, Li Xuantian, you are not qualified!" Li Yiyi's Baizi fell, and the crisp voice resounded throughout the forest.

Then, Ye Qingyin saw that the lush green grass all around, bent down by the wind, all straightened up at this moment, climbing higher and higher like a sharp sword equal to the sky!
At this moment, the entire secluded forest seemed to have turned into a sword market.

Every plant of green grass, every branch and leaf, and even the gravel on the ground are all bursting out with a fierce and threatening sword energy.

At this moment, under Li Yisheng and his son, everything can be a sword!

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Under the attack of countless green grass sword qi, those green bamboos were torn open from the roots by the sword qi, constantly emitting the color of rupture.

In just a moment, all the green bamboos in the surrounding area were torn apart and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Jian Eleven's eyes turned red, and blood spilled from his mouth, staining the chessboard red.

"If I had your strength back then, this world would have been unable to keep me." Jian Eleven said with a silly smile, "God is really unfair."

"I've always been confident in myself." Li Yisheng said calmly, and the surroundings became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that the ravaged environment around him has never been the same as before.

"They...have [Shenshen Chain]." Trembling, Jian Shiyi picked up the teacup and took a sip, the tea instantly turned red.

"I was restrained by them with the [God-Locking Chain] at the beginning, and my spiritual energy couldn't work, so I was knocked down from the door that was about to be within reach."

"It's a pity." Li Yisheng said.

Jian Eleven nodded, "It's a pity."

"It's a pity that Jianzong still remembers your glorious deeds, but doesn't know that you have become what you are today."

Jian Shiyi was stunned, and looked at Li Yisheng, "Do I have a choice?"

After a long silence, Li Yisheng said, "I have no choice."

(End of this chapter)