The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Wanjianshan, a huge sect, is famous in the south of Shenjie.

The hundred year sword competition is about to begin. Many famous swordsmen in southern Xinjiang have been invited to discuss martial arts.

Similarly, many sword masters who were not invited but wanted to make a big splash in this competition also came from all directions, eager to try.

Along the way, Ning Chen saw many Kendo masters who went to participate in the competition. The one with the strongest cultivation is close to the peak of Huangdao.

In southern Xinjiang, there are many powerful people with martial arts. However, they are not everywhere when they reach the fourth frontier. After all, it is not everyone who can master a law of heaven and earth.

The rule of Dacheng is a small world of its own, which proves the emperor's way. The strong emperor who can open up a small world can be called a vassal even in the divine world.

More than 90% of them have been transformed into gods, and their strength is much stronger than that of the emperors in the world. The highest one is not even inferior to the king of the fairyland in ancient times.

On the way forward, Ning Chen's whole body is surrounded by sword breath, one step at a time. On the footprints left by the rear, Ning Chen's sword is very sharp, and the meaning of the sword is revealed.

Come to the divine world, rather Chen a change in the past low-key style, heart without scruples, no longer hide their edge.

A thousand steps away, the void shaking, the woman appeared, looking at the steps left in front of her, beautiful eyes flashed.

This young man from the world, how can his strength progress so fast.

In the wilderness, his breath was not so amazing, just a few months, almost completely transformed.

In front of him, Ning Chen goes forward alone. He doesn't know if someone is following him. His sword will soar and become fiercer.

One before the other, they passed the divine realm for a million Li, and stopped for a hundred Li in front of wanjian mountain.

To the eye, in the distant void, the iron ropes hang down from the sky. Under the iron ropes, the huge platform for discussing swords rises and falls, and the iron ropes are fixed, reaching thousands of feet.

The fight between immortals, which attracted people's attention, and the incomparable scene satisfied the vanity of too many people.

Wanjianshan's sphere of influence has arrived. In the void, the wild animals hiss, and all kinds of strange looking beasts pull their chariots to drive towards Wanjianshan ahead.

Below, Ning Chen stops for a moment and goes on.

In front of the mountain gate, Wan Jianshan's disciples greet each other outside the mountain gate. All who enter the mountain gate have to go through strict inspection, even some well-known hostels are no exception.

It is said that there is an old ancestor in Wanjianshan. The Apocalypse was born in ancient times. He has lived for more than ten thousand years and his strength is unfathomable.

In this world, the strong do not necessarily live long, but if they live long enough, there must be no weak.

There is such an old ancestor in the town. No one is visiting Wanjianshan, but he dares to be presumptuous and can only accept the inspection according to the rules.

Ning Chen comes to the mountain gate after being examined by all the powerful men in the divine world.

Behind the mountain gate, the scene immediately changed. As far as I could see, sword peaks stood up and went straight into the sky.

Wanjianshan, behind the mountain gate, has a total of 9999 Jianfeng. Later, the first generation of Wanjianshan sword owners changed their swords into the last Jianfeng, hence the name of Wanjianshan.

According to legend, the first generation of sword master in Wanjianshan has the terrible strength comparable to the God and devil. Later, he disappeared in the final battle between God and devil, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Everyone guessed that the first generation of sword masters in Wanjianshan had died in the war. Even the past generations of sword masters in Wanjianshan thought so.

However, in fact, no one can be sure. The truth of that year can only be completely buried in the long river of time with the passage of time.

In wanjian mountain, all visitors are arranged under different Jianfeng, only a few special Jianfeng are not allowed to come near.

One of them is taixuan peak, which was left by the first generation of sword owners of wanjian mountain.

At the beginning, the sword of the first generation of sword owners in Wanjianshan was called taixuan sword.

It's amazing to transform a sword into a peak. The key to the foundation of ten thousand years of Jianshan is the taixuan sword.

It is said that today's Wanjianshan sword master, holding taixuan sword, can even kill gods and demons.

No one knows whether the legend is true or false, because no one has ever seen it with his own eyes.

Even in the divine world, those who are qualified to be called gods and demons are also the overlord who passes through the process of transforming gods and setting up the peak of the emperor's way.

On a peak far away from taixuan peak, Ning Chen goes to the top of the peak and looks at taixuan peak in the distance. His calm eyes don't see any waves.

"Brother, you come to see the sword, too?"

Not far away, on another Jianfeng, a young man with a juvenile appearance opened his mouth and said with a friendly smile.

"Well."

Ning Chen nods and smiles.

"My name is Feiyu. What do you call me, brother?" The young man said enthusiastically.

"Ning Chen." Ning Chen said with a smile,

"brother Ning, did you come to Wanjianshan to see the discussion of swords?" Feiyu said positively."Not bad."

Ning Chen nodded and said, "brother Feiyu should be the same."

"Of course."

Flying feather face dew proud way, "I am to take the first and come."

Ning Chen smiles and says, "brother Feiyu should work hard. Along the way, I see many Kendo masters with strong strength."

"I'm strong, too!" Feiyu encouraged himself.

"Oh."

Ning Chen chuckles, this young state of mind is good, strength, should also be not weak.

However, it's really difficult to be number one.

On the way here, he met three people with strong sword spirit, and each of them had the strength of magic level.

"Brother Ning, you have to work hard too!" Feiyu looked at the former and said.

"Well."

Ning Chen nodded, did not say more, eyes to the distance taixuan peak, quietly watching the legendary sword.

At sunset, the sun rises, the moon rises and the moon falls. In wanjian mountain, there are more and more people watching the sword. People who come here to discuss the sword are undoubtedly interested in taixuan sword, which is famous in southern Xinjiang.

Day by day, on each Jianfeng, some people came to watch the sword and left one after another, without any harvest.

At the foot of taixuan peak, the contemporary master of wanjian mountain looks at more than 100 people left on each peak, and his eyes flash with different colors.

More than 20 days later, there are still more than 100 people left. It seems that the young people of this generation have a good disposition.

Not far from taixuan peak, a white sword stands still, looks handsome, and looks only in his twenties.

However, all the disciples of Wan Jianshan knew that the master of Taiyi peak had been alive for nearly ten thousand years. Even the master of taixuan peak was courteous to him by three points.

at this time, taixuan peak, which had been quiet for thousands of years, suddenly vibrated, and the sword rose, showing signs of recovery.

At the foot of taixuan peak, the sword master of wanjian mountain felt a shock and looked at each peak with a look of surprise.

Someone knows the sword!

Who is it?

Wanjianshan sword master's figure flashed, came to taixuan peak, looking for the person who understood the sword.

But, just for a moment, the change of taixuanfeng stopped, and the sword pressed down.

In the distance, Ning Chen went down Jianfeng, and the remaining 100 people left first.

On the adjacent Jianfeng, the flying feather looks like this. It's a pity.

When he left, the elders told him that taixuanfeng contained the sword spirit of the first generation of sword owners. If you watch carefully, you will get something.

It's not easy for brother Ning to persist for such a long time. It's a pity. Why don't you persist for a few more days.

Just after Ning Chen left the top of Jianfeng, on Taiyi peak, the figure of the swordsman in white disappeared.

Under the peak, Ning Chen steps down. At this time, a white sword light comes from afar. Ten steps away, it turns out.

The man in white is a man of extraordinary accomplishments. His breath has not moved, and his powerful pressure is already unbearable.

Ten steps apart, they looked at each other without too much surprise.

For a long time, Ning Chen smiles and walks forward.

Wrong body moment, two people breath collision, absolute sword meaning, directly shock crack body under the earth.

"Ten days later, the sword debate is over. There is a good play in front of taixuan peak. Would you like to watch it?" The man in White said quietly.

Ning Chen hears speech, the footstep stops, Mou son tiny Mi rises, way, "can't ask for."