The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

"Otherwise, don't blame the old Taoist for being cruel!"

With a movement of Daoxuan's right hand, a simple long sword appeared in his hand.

Shuiyue's eyes moved, and her heart was shocked.

For hundreds of years, since Wan Jian died hundreds of years ago and Daoxuan ascended the throne of Qingyun sect master, she has never seen Daoxuan's sword skills.

"It turns out that senior brother didn't intend to follow me on the spur of the moment, but he was already prepared to make a move."

Shuiyue looked at Daoxuan, she understood at this moment, no matter what happened to Lu Xueqi or Shi Feixuan, Daoxuan would not let the people of Shuiyue Palace go.

Even if Chu Heng is alone, he is already uneasy about the other "Nine Zero Zero", not to mention that Chu Heng and Ghost King Zong are inextricably linked.

Daoxuan will not tolerate the rise of such a sect.

If it is said that Daoxuan, who has not picked up the long sword, is a Taoist priest with immortal demeanor, standing there, as if a fairy came to the world.

Daoxuan, who held a long sword in his hand, could not hide his fierce sword energy, and it bloomed wantonly in this hall.

"Brother, he was also a swordsman as famous as Senior Brother Wan back then. +]"

Shuiyue looked at Daoxuan, and was terrified in her heart. He has been the head of the sect, and he has cultivated his mind and character for so many years, and people have forgotten his vigor back then.

Looking at it now, these hundreds of years of being the head of the sect have not wiped out the pride in his heart.

The ghost king narrowed his eyes, he and Daoxuan were old enemies, but at this moment he was also startled by his sword practice.

He never underestimated the head of Qing Yun, but he found that he was still blinded.

"Daoxuan, a real person." Even as an opponent, he couldn't help admiring him.

A light flashed in Chu Heng's eyes, looking at the long sword in Daoxuan's hand: "Good sword!"

Daoxuan smiled slightly, stroked the blade of the sword lightly in his hand, and said with some complacency: "Of course it's a good sword!"

"What is the name of this sword?"

"The name of the sword is Seven Stars. It was the first sword I had with my heart and soul. Up to now, it has been three hundred and twenty years."

As he spoke, the Seven Star Sword in his hand was trembling faintly, as if he was also recalling the glorious years back then.

"I have become the head of Qingyun, and this sword has been around for a hundred years, and it has not been drawn. The long sword is empty, but the long sword is empty!"

His tone gradually became high, as if he was talking about the sword in his hand, and he seemed to be saying that as the head of Qingyun himself, he could no longer indulge in the world.

"People in the world say that your Chu Heng swordsmanship is the best in the world. Did you ask me Qingyun? Did you ask me Daoxuan?"

Chu Heng grinned. He looked at Daoxuan whose eyes were as bright as flames, and said cheerfully, "That's right, you Daoxuan picked off that layer of pious and immortal skin, which is quite eye-catching."

"Is my sword the best in the world, you can try it!"

He gently stroked Qinggang's sword hilt with his right hand. Compared with Daoxuan's sword aura overflowing, his aura seemed to be like a deep pool. Unclear, but creepy.

Daoxuan's heart tightened, there is no one worthy of a great reputation, Chu Heng is only his junior's age, he has such a reputation at this time, it really should not be underestimated.

"My sword is one of Qingyun's four great swordsmanship, the Sword Leading Canglong Swordjue, just watch it!"

But the stronger Chu Heng became, the more difficult it was to suppress the turmoil in Daoxuan's heart.

He is out of the sword.

"Hiding the sword for a hundred years is a sharp sword, and half a lifetime is discovering the magic of heaven and man."

Daoxuan recited a half-line of the broken poem leisurely in his mouth, and with a swing of the sword, he stabbed at Chu Heng.

In the eyes of everyone, the Seven Star Sword is no longer a sword, but a cyan dragon, dancing up and down in the air as the sword wanders.

"In this world, there is such a sword technique!"

The ghost king looked at Daoxuan in shock, and covered his cheek with his right hand

He himself was sitting on the seat behind Chu Heng, and suddenly his face felt pain, and blood oozed out from under his eyelids.

His heart trembled, it wasn't that Daoxuan intentionally hurt him, but that he happened to witness the origin of this sword, the sword was so fierce that he stabbed him just by taking a quick look... …

Such a sword, such a Daoxuan.

I'm afraid everyone in the world has never thought about it.

If it wasn't for the Shuiyue Palace's faction, and if it wasn't for Master Concubine Xuan and Lu Xueqi to let Daoxuan come.

Even if it wasn't for the presence of the Ghost King, Daoxuan would have felt a huge sense of crisis.

Daoxuan would not try so hard, and even people in the world would still think that he is the head of Qingyun, but they don't know how much supernatural power he has.

The sword light, imprinted on Chu Heng's pupils, made his already shining eyes even more attractive.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The excitement in his heart was indescribable. As a swordsman, nothing excited him more than seeing such a beautiful swordplay.

The Qinggang sword finally came out of its sheath.

If the Seven Star Sword makes people understand what is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world.

The Qinggang sword made people understand what is called a sword technique that does not belong to this world.

Like a rainbow piercing the sun, the sword light illuminated the entire hall.