Daming: I just passed the imperial examination, and you told me this is Zongwu

The Zhao Mansion, which was brightly lit, was suddenly hit by a cold wave.

No matter how powerful the master is, he can't solve the immediate sorrow.

Should I surrender?

In the dead of night, they lurk around you.

……

They are here. The residence of Zhao Deyang, the acting governor of Fufu, seems calm, but it is extremely dangerous.

Led by Kong Feibai, the top grandmaster of the Kong family, assisted by 12 grandmasters and followed by a dozen innate masters, it is a powerful lineup.

Just to assassinate one person, such a powerful lineup is enough to subvert any sect, even if it is to assassinate the king, there is still a chance.

That person is not the emperor, but he is exercising the power of the emperor.

He attempts to control the warriors of the world, extravagantly hopes to collect business taxes, and delusionally wants to be the top family sect.

Such a person can only die!

Kong Feibai, the black and white Fei, the black and white Bai, a big man 200 years ago, the top grandmaster, suppressing the rivers and lakes, he is the Dinghaishenzhen of the Kong family, the absolute master.

Except for the three layers of snow on the king's body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes, who is the opponent of the sword breaking the rivers and lakes, the black and white Kong Feibai!

This is him, a legend whose name alone makes people tremble in the rivers and lakes.

He was dressed in white, with white hair that fluttered in the wind.

His face was kind but domineering, cunning but vicious, and his eyes were deep and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"You commit suicide!" Everyone made way for him.

He was the center of the world.

His words revealed majesty and an imperative tone, as if committing suicide was also a gift to Zhou Xian.

"So confident?"

Zhou Xian met his gaze without any fear.

"Young man, you must know your own weight. If I take action, even death will be a luxury for you!"

"Commit suicide!" Zhou Xian said calmly.

"Um?"

"Old man, you should know your own worth. If I take action, even death will be a luxury for you."

""Looking for death!" He was angry. For many years, no one dared to talk to him like this.

The last person who dared to say this to him was dead. He died a miserable death, and no body was left.

That man's wife was sold to a brothel, and the result was predictable.

That man's son became his domestic slave and was beaten to death in the end.

That man's parents became street beggars, bullied every day, and lived the rest of their lives on stale food and rotten rice.

He was angry and decided to deal with Zhou Xian a thousand times, or even ten thousand times , more cruelly than that man. Death was too easy.

He drew his sword, and at the same time, Zhou Xian also drew his sword.

He drew the East Emperor Sword.

The sword was three feet and three inches long and two inches wide. There was a dragon pattern on the hilt. It was majestic, solemn and dignified.

This was his first Use this sword once, the supreme sword of the Ming Dynasty.

The brave are angry and draw their swords against the stronger; the cowardly are angry and draw their swords against the weaker.

The sword energy is everywhere, like a blue lotus blooming in the chaos, turning into a flying sword, and it has been flying for billions of years. The blue lotus appears and turns into sword energy. The sword energy is like a lotus, dazzling and shining, as if it can split the mountain. The blue lotus sprouts, permeates the whole sky, rises to the sky, and never stops.

Then it stands alone, withers again, and then is reborn. This cycle repeats many times, and finally thousands of lotuses grow together, turning into a world of swords, and all kinds of moves turn into one sword.

"kill!"

""Tick!"

Blood was flowing down Zhou Xian's shoulder.

He was injured.

"That’s it, it turns out this is the Grand Master, that’s all!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Kong Feibai retreated to a distance. There were tiny sword marks on his neck, and a trace of blood seeped out.

He touched it and looked at the blood on his fingertips. He was shocked and terrified.

He almost lost his head.

He admitted that he underestimated the person in front of him and almost paid the price of his life for it.

"Qinglian Sword Technique!"

Zhou Xian stood leaning against his sword and said calmly

"Why have I never heard of it?"

"I created it myself, a lotus in the eternal blue sky, with such power that it overwhelms the underworld!"

"You created it yourself?" Kong Feibai's eyes narrowed, and he was filled with endless shock.

"Why, you don't believe it?

There are 13 moves in the Blue Lotus Sword Technique:

Blue Lotus Appears, Blue Lotus Transforms into Qi, Sword Qi is Like Lotus, Blue Lotus Seizes the Flower,

Blue Lotus Opens the Mountain, Blue Lotus Spreads All Over the Sky, Blue Lotus Sprouting, Blue Lotus Towers, Endless,

Blue Lotus Blooms Alone, One Lotus Withers, Infinite Lotus Rings, Ten Thousand Lotuses in a Row.

The opening move of the Blue Lotus Sword Technique is:

Rainbow is my clothes and wind is my horse, Lord of the Clouds is coming down one after another.

The tiger plays the harp and the phoenix turns the chariot, the immortals are like the wind!

Although the content is only two short lines, the words are full of terrible sword intent!

It is the strongest with the last four moves: the tenth move: Qinglian Duxiu, an attack move, between advance and retreat, attack the enemy to death, hit the enemy to save, attack one point, extremely fierce; the eleventh move: a lotus withered, the clever use of spiritual power, whether it is a Taoist weapon or spiritual true power, borrow the enemy's power to attack the enemy, and then stand firmly in an invincible position; the twelfth move: infinite lotus rings, the sword energy forms a circle, interlocking, the sword energy goes back and forth endlessly, forming a formation, advancing to attack and retreating to defend, it is indeed the supreme defense, invincible!

The thirteenth move: ten thousand lotus flowers, one lotus blooms, then ten thousand lotus flowers bloom, once this move is out, life and death, everything is under control, the sword energy is like clouds, like a lotus blooming, unstoppable, and like the creation of the world, destruction brings new life.

The corresponding formula for the last four styles is:

Bind it to Lingxiao Palace, and all ten directions will be bright. Clouds are heavy and the sky will rain. The sword makes a sound. The brilliant seven-star pattern illuminates the three heavenly soldiers.

I am a madman from Chu. I fly up to the blue sky and split Bailuzhou with one sword. The floating clouds and wandering thoughts, the sword shocks the world.

The lone sail is far away and the green mountains are gone. The waterfall drops three thousand feet straight down. There is another world that is not the human world. Jiangling, thousands of miles away, is destroyed with one sword.

The sword points to the stars and the moon, and the divine light shoots into the netherworld. The human world will never have any thoughts, and the world's war can be stopped.

……"

Zhou Xian said, slowly practicing the sword technique one move at a time.

There was no gorgeous sword energy, and even his movements were as slow as a drunken old man.

The great way is simple, and everyone around was shocked.

Kong Feibai did not move, and did not blink, and the others were the same.

Duan Tianya in the dark had a fiery look in his eyes,

"This is the most powerful swordsmanship. His swordsmanship is so superb that it is rarely seen in the world."

Inside the room, there were three other people, Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuxue, and Zhu Wusi.

They kept their breathing very low, so no one noticed.

"His swordsmanship has taken another step forward!" Ye Gucheng said calmly.

"Mountains and rivers are not important, what matters is meeting an opponent!" Ximen Chuxue's eyes flashed with fighting spirit, while