The Way of Dragon Ball Asks the Heavens

Chapter 154 The sword world is in its infancy

"Friend, he really did his best," Fengzhihen said in a positive tone without denying it.

"Eh(⊙o⊙)..., now you say that the old man can deal with the evil son with only one move, and then you say that the old man has used all his strength, you are not mistaken! Contradictions are not contradictions!"

Luo Zishang was at a loss, and looked like you were playing with me, looking at Feng Zhihen beside him.

"Idiot, idiot, foolish idiot, elm-headed, I can't understand this, thanks to you, I'm still Senior Yi's disciple..." Before Feng Zhihen could open his mouth to explain further, the black-clothed swordsman couldn't bear it any longer. Stopped, then opened his mouth to mock.

"Idiot, who are you scolding?" Luo Zishang immediately cursed back.

"Of course I'm scolding you, otherwise what do you think?"

Master Jian in black replied casually, not caring about Luo Zishang's feelings at all.

"Bastard, I want to fight you one-on-one. I have to teach you a lesson today, no..."

Luo Zishang said with an exasperated jump.

"Come on! One-on-one, one-on-one, whoever is afraid of whom..."

Not to be outdone, the sword master in black responded immediately.

"Okay, both of you shut up for me, calm down a bit, and don't disturb Master."

Seeing this, Bai Yijian gave two people a chestnut each, and roared in a low voice.

After yelling, the sword master in white went on to say: "Senior Yi has been using pure power from the beginning to the end, that is, brute force, to compete with the son of evil."

"That's why the teacher said that Senior Yi used all his strength, and the reason why the teacher said that Senior Yi only needs to use one move is enough, it is because the evil son on the opposite side is still too weak, and Senior Yi is feeding him. How about helping it grow quickly?”

"What? You mean the old man is letting the water go, deliberately helping the opponent to improve quickly, this, this, is the old man crazy, does he have a brain..."

Before Luo Zishang finished complaining, a burst of sword energy suddenly struck, fast and precise, and with a trace of cruelty, it interrupted Luo Zishang's words and broke one of Luo Zishang's legs.

Luo Zishang immediately fell to the ground, hugged his right leg habitually, rolled from side to side, crying and wailing.

"Luo Zishang, I haven't seen you for a few days, your skin is itchy again, and your legs are sharp again, right?"

Zhiyu Changxin, who hurried over, happened to hear Luo Zishang's words verbatim, so he made him shut up his stinking mouth one step ahead of time.

"Ah... ah..."

Faced with Zhiyu's long-hearted swearing, Luo Zishang turned a deaf ear to it, and just kept hugging his right leg, rolling quickly left and right, howling.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly, Luo Zishang, don't pretend, I don't know what effect the sword energy I send out, with your abnormal self-healing ability, I'm afraid Well, you can't even find a sword mark!"

Zhiyu Changxin said with a blunt face.

After saying that, he turned his head away, no longer caring about Luo Zishang who was still yelling, and turned to say hello to Teacher Fengzhihen who had taught him and Sister He swordsmanship for several months.

"Mr. Feng, hello!" Bu Buhe greeted.

"Teacher Feng, long time no see." Zhiyu Changxin greeted after him.

"Um,"

Feng Zhihen, who devoted himself to the battlefield, replied lightly, and said no more.

Seeing this, Zhiyu's long heart and not seeing the lotus didn't feel strange, but he had already expected this to happen, so he greeted Baiyi and Heiyi Jianshao: "Brother Baiyi, Heiyi, long time no see, how are you all?" ?"

"Well, we're alright. We've been practicing swords and sword intent with Master these years. How about you, Sister Xiaohe, and Sister Changxin."

Bai Yijian explained with a smile.

"Hey, why do you call Bai Yi your elder brother? You two are getting less and less cute. Although, you have never been cute before."

The sword master in black said arrogantly.

"Yo, black clothes, you are not convinced! Do you still want to be the same as before, practice!"

Zhiyu Changxin looked at the black-clothed swordsman provocatively and said, completely without the gentle and virtuous appearance of white-clothed swordsman.

at the same time--

"Ah~"

Luo Zishang, who was completely ignored by everyone, couldn't win any sympathy no matter what he called him. He suddenly felt warm and cold in the world, and human feelings were weak. For a while, he felt tired of living and wanted to cry.

However, for the last bit of his dignity as a man, Luo Zishang finally decided to continue pretending.

"Ah~, it hurts so much, I'm about to die, is there someone to take pity on me and save me, the wounded!"

"Okay, just practice and practice, whoever is afraid of whom,"

The sword master in black continued to speak, completely ignoring Luo Zishang who was asking for help.

In the end, Bai Yijian was kind-hearted and couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the initiative to help Luo Zishang.

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"Boom!"

After the huge explosion, Yi Qiunian stood still, looked at the Xie Zi on the opposite side calmly, and said lightly: "It's all merged into one, it's all right, if it's all right, then I'll really start."

"You——, you were doing it on purpose just now, waiting for me to finish my trick."

The son of evil said in shock.

"Okay, don't put on that look, who are you pretending to be! Or, you really didn't know all this time."

Yi Qiunian's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone.

"Hoho~, that's right, I knew it from the beginning, but since you're not in a hurry, of course I'd be happy to accompany you."

The Son of Evil said with a proud face.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Judging by your appearance, you must have completed your own divine martial arts. Let's officially start!"

As soon as Yi Qiunian finished speaking, he immediately retracted the two fingers that had joined together, and clenched his fists, as if he was holding something.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for the doubts of the crowd watching the battle, a three-foot long sword purely composed of sword intent materialized slowly appeared, so that everyone around could see it clearly.

"Hey! When did the old man bring back his saber that had been sitting there for many years? Isn't this nonsense? Doesn't he know how long the broken sword hasn't been maintained?"

Luo Zishang glanced over and said in a loud voice.

"The appearance of that sword, have you seen it, where is it, and do you know what special meaning that sword has for your friends?"

Feng Zhihen turned around suddenly, stared at Luo Zishang and asked quickly, unlike Luo Zishang who didn't see the true face of the broken sword in Yi Qiunian's hand at the moment, Feng Zhihen clearly felt it, then The meaning of the sword that fascinates all peerless swordsmen.

"Um, I've seen, I've seen, the sword in the old man's hand, I used to play with it when I was a child, it's just a broken sword that is about to break."

After Luo Zishang was slightly taken aback, he quickly explained.

"It's just—is that so?"

Feng Zhihen let go of Luo Zishang, and the little girl with confused eyes talked to herself.

"If there is any special significance, the old man told me that the sword was the first sword he used at first."

Luo Zishang immediately added indifferently.

However, the speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and when Feng Zhihen heard the words, he was instantly stunned, his body was instantly trembling from the inside to the outside, and he fell into an inexplicable and strange state.

It's similar to an epiphany, but upon closer inspection, it's obviously not.

"Haha, my way is not alone, I am not alone, my friend, you have finally seen the way and realized it. Good, good!"

Yi Qiunian, who had the highest level of swordsmanship in the scene, was the first to feel the abnormality of the wind mark, and couldn't help but shouted in joy.

After laughing, Yi Qiunian didn't dare to hesitate any more, and aimed at Xie Zi with a sword—[Ru——Lin——Autumn——Yi].

With unparalleled speed, the flowing three-foot sword light pierced through the heart of the evil son who had just reacted to consciousness.

"How can this be····"

With an unbelievably shocked expression on his face, the son of evil slowly fell straight behind him.

"Just now—what happened—what?"

Fifty miles away, all the top geniuses looked at each other, at a loss, but none of them noticed the extremely bright sword that Yi Qiunian swung just now.

"What a beautiful sword!"

A male figure hidden above the nine heavens, recalling the sword he saw just now, muttered to himself.

"What a fast sword!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a female figure sitting cross-legged on the top of a big mountain shrank her pupils and said in surprise.

"What an amazing sword!"

I don't know if I can fight with my ten fingers.

A desolate and lofty figure, while recalling the sword just now, compared silently in his heart.

(End of this chapter)