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As soon as Jian San said these words, the other two people were stunned at the same time.

His expression gradually became horrified, as if he had thought of something extremely unbelievable.

"Could it be that he is really fifth grade?"

Wan Yuchun's voice was trembling.

Sha Tongtian frowned and clenched his teeth.

Jian San said seriously:

"I don't know, but have you ever felt the slightest fluctuation of zhenqi on his body?"

Wan Yuchun and Sha Tongtian finally believed at this time that Qin Hao was really just a fifth-level martial artist in the body refining realm.

For masters who are above the True Qi realm, even if they don't use True Qi when doing something, others can still feel the fluctuations in their body caused by the movement of True Qi.

But they never felt the slightest fluctuation of Qin Hao's energy from beginning to end.

"It turns out that we are really fools."

Sha Tongtian laughed at himself.

"Oh my god, is this the successor of the Sword God? He has crossed three great realms with the fifth level, and can actually defeat the eighth level. I am afraid that even the peerless geniuses on the genius list can't do this, right?"

Wan Yuchun sighed sincerely.

Qin Hao naturally heard their discussion. He turned around, pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the ground, looked at everyone and asked:

"The Yun family has been eliminated, who is next?"

Hearing his words, the three Yun family members all looked unwilling, and Yun Ye's eyes were filled with vicious resentment.

While Wan Yuchun and Sha Tongtian were still thinking about it, Jian San from Yangjianchi had already taken a step forward, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, pointed at Qin Hao and said:

"Jian San of the Sword Raising Pool, the successor to the Sword God, asked about the sword."

Qin Hao turned to look at him, not surprised at his appearance.

Because he could tell at first glance that this Jian San was a real swordsman. Although he had not yet understood the sword's will, he had the rudiment of the sword's will.

Such a person is not like a modern person like Qin Hao, who has a complex mind and can embrace all rivers. Such a person only has a sword in his heart.

Qin Hao couldn't help but admire his clear eyes. Maybe this was the kind of person with a strong heart that Jiuzhongxian said? He has never shied away from drawing a sword against the stronger one, and has only pursued one thing in his life. Although Qin Hao is not such a person, and does not want to be such a person, it does not prevent him from admiring such a person, because his The master is the purest swordsman.

"Your name is Jian San? This doesn't seem like a name."

Jian San's eyes wandered slightly, and he explained for the first time:

"The disciples of the Sword Pool all have code names before they understand their own sword intentions. I am ranked third in the Sword Pool, so I am called Jian San."

Qin Hao suddenly realized that he had learned a lot.

"I see. It seems that you are not far away from having your own name."

Jian San raised his eyes, a little surprised, but also a little expectant. He shook the sword in his hand and said loudly:

"Please enlighten me."

After saying that, he already raised his sword to stab.

This sword is simple and unpretentious, without any fancy movements. Just like Jian San, it is monotonous and boring, but extremely deadly.

Qin Hao looked at this ordinary sword, but he seemed to have seen thousands of swords. No matter how he moved, he seemed unable to avoid this sword.

In this case, Qin Hao simply didn't dodge and waited for him to stab him with his sword.

The moment Sword Three was about to stab Qin Hao, he was suddenly blocked by a sword that came from nowhere. This sword just hit the spine of the sword in Qin Hao's hand.

Jian San's mind was shaken, and he felt as if he was instantly enveloped by countless sharp swords. There was no part of his skin that did not feel the stinging sensation of being torn apart by the blades.

This feeling went away as quickly as it came, and he returned to normal in an instant.

But Qin Hao in front of him had disappeared. Jian San froze on the spot and subconsciously touched his neck. His fingertips were stained with a dazzling blood red, and there was a shallow wound on his neck.

He turned around, only to find that Qin Hao appeared behind him without knowing when.

"You lost."

Qin Hao said softly.

Jian San's eyes gradually became fanatical, and he almost trembled as he asked:

"Just now, was that sword intention?"

Qin Hao turned around and looked at him, smiled slightly and said:

"That's right."

Others around him couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Sword Intent? Oh my God, a fifth-grade swordsman who understands Sword Intent, what kind of monster is this...?"

According to the records of the martial arts in Middle-earth, the person who understood the sword's intention the fastest in history was the contemporary sword god. It is said that when he first held a sword, he was just a mortal with no cultivation, but he held an ordinary iron sword. He fell into an epiphany, and after three days, he understood the meaning of the sword.

But apart from the Sword God, the person who understood the sword's meaning the second fastest did it after he had already reached the seventh level of cultivation.

But now, this record has changed. This successor of the Sword God has understood the meaning of the sword with a fifth-level cultivation. Throughout the ages, the only person who can surpass him is only one person.

Jian San slowly lowered his head. He looked at the sword in his hand, feeling full of decadence in his heart. This competition with Qin Hao actually made him doubt his talent in swordsmanship for the first time.

He has been with the sword since he was born. When he learned to walk, he used the sword as a support to maintain balance. He began to practice sword formally at the age of three, and it has been nearly thirty years now.

After thirty years of painstaking practice, I am still one step away from the master of swordsmanship. This step has blocked many talented swordsmen.

However, Qin Hao had mastered the art of swordsmanship with a mere fifth-level cultivation. He couldn't help but wonder, what was the meaning of all these years of hard training?

Seeing that he was a little depressed, Qin Hao probably guessed some of his thoughts. He had no objection to this person, so he said:

"God rewards those who work hard. Going fast does not necessarily mean going far."

Jian San raised his head to look at Qin Hao and found that his eyes were just like his sword, free and casual, without the slightest feeling of ridicule or contempt.

Jian San sighed slightly, cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you, Brother Qin, for your advice. I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Jian San turned around and left without hesitation, and the two people who came with him did not show any nostalgia. It seemed that the people in Yang Jianchi were like machines without human desires and only knew how to practice swordsmanship.

Qin Hao looked at Jian San's back and sighed in his heart. Perhaps out of admiration, he couldn't bear for such a pure swordsman to have his sword stained with dust, so he spoke to remind him.

Compared to Jian San's straightforwardness, Yun Ye, who had already been defeated, still stayed at the scene with no intention of leaving.

Qin Hao asked in a cold voice:

"The Yun family has been defeated, why haven't you left yet?"

The two masters of the Yun family looked at each other and then smiled:

"I admire Mr. Qin's style and would like to stay and watch the battle. Is that possible?"

Qin Hao sneered in his heart and said to himself, "I'm really giving you a chance to survive. I'm looking for death myself."

"If you want to watch it, just stay and watch it slowly."

After saying that, he stopped caring about them. Qin Hao looked at the last two people and said:

"Which one of you will be next?"