Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1441
The disciples of the Sword Sect were already startled by the powerful sword power that had never been seen before, and suddenly felt several sword intents in the sky and earth startled, and hurried out of the cave to check.

"It seems to have come from several great spiritual peaks."

"Is there a venerable who is competing with swords?"

The Venerable Unrelated looked proudly at the sword intents that appeared everywhere, and laughed loudly, "Sword dance, of course, the more people there are, the better it looks. If the Emperor Changsheng doesn't mind, call some more people."

"random."

"Hahaha, the disciples of the Sword Sect are here!"

"Here!" The swordsman from Zhufeng answered loudly, his anger soaring into the sky, clanging like swords striking each other.

"Today we will compete with the Emperor Changsheng to learn sword intent, so you can try it out!"

"I can't ask for it!"

"Okay, let's play the sword together, you have to hold on longer, don't lose face in front of the guests!"

The disciples of the Sword Sect never lack enthusiasm for the way of swordsmanship. Hearing these words, they are full of fighting spirit, and the sky in the adversity of the Spring and Autumn Period, which can change according to the state of mind, also becomes hotter, as if it has become a furnace.

There are actually not many disciples in the sect, but they are all the top monks of the second and third generations and their direct descendants, or excellent disciples who came from the branches.

These people, either inherited the second generation of swordsmanship, or the ancestors of the new sword vein, most of them are venerables, and a small part of them are heavenly kings and true kings who are still learning swordsmanship.

At this moment, there are nearly [-] sword intents contending, how spectacular it is.

Yan Weishan, a disciple of Venerable Qu Zhijian Wuning, watched his master practice sword moves on the peak, and a little complicated flashed in his heart.

He couldn't help recalling the emperor he met in Tianzun Palace. Her roots were not a secret in the eyes of high-ranking monks. She was Yi Zhan, the former prince of Fan Kingdom, and he had met her before.

Who knew that the child he scolded when he traveled to Shenzhou had already developed a new way of swordsmanship, while he was still groping for the master's way of swordsmanship.

What did you say at that time?

I saw her recruiting mortals to cut down trees and make things for her with the enlightenment book on cultivation, and scolded her for making two mistakes.

But she replied: I exchange my things for what I want, and they exchange their abilities for a knock on the door. Who is opportunistic.

Until today, when he thought about that incident, he also thought that she wanted to build a house for himself to live in, but she didn't do it herself, but instead lured others, which was of no benefit to her practice.

Swordsman's eyes are in the sword, the heart is in the sword, what he speaks is the truth, what he does is to move forward, and he is persistent in hard work. How can he advocate a method full of profit and speculation, which will only make people unable to hold the sword in his hand.

But looking at this person now, I think that her hands are often behind her back, her mouth is used to give orders, and the rule of "benefiting others" is carried out to the end, so she has become the emperor aloof.

By the way, he realized the Yimai Emperor Sword and used it to decorate authority.

In Yan Weishan's eyes, curved is curved and straight is straight, but Zhan Changfeng made him realize that what he thinks is curved is not necessarily curved, and what he thinks is straight is not necessarily straight.

There are thousands of roads, who is qualified to tell another person how to go?
After he figured this out, his mood suddenly brightened. He knew that he was suitable for straight and straight swordsmanship. However, the leaves on a tree are different. If he wants to inherit the master's Taoism, he must also develop it. A long-lasting way of inheritance.

Venerable Qu Zhijian Wuning keenly noticed that the sword intent on his body had a bit of personal characteristics, his eyes showed satisfaction, and deliberately withdrew a little bit of his sword posture to give him room to practice.

Thousands of mountain peaks, all swords dance together, meaning and momentum have nothing to do with each other, and they compete for the edge, directly shaking the mountain guards, showing the plight of the spring and autumn, and making monks of all sects look at each other.

After half a stick of incense, the swordsmen of Zhenjun and Tianjun gradually fell under the mighty sword of the venerable, but they were not discouraged. They calmed down their excited hearts, comprehended various sword intentions, learned from each other's strengths, and even realized some of them. .

For another half a day, those with strong sword power were at their peak, and those with weak sword power gradually lost. Many venerables withdrew their swords regretfully and watched the kendo that was still being practiced.

"Emperor Changsheng's new dao pattern has not fallen behind. Undoubtedly, he has developed a powerful sword."

"But who can learn such an emperor's power."

In Zhu Jian's eyes, everything is scorching hot.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Yan Weishan wiped his sweat away, staring at his master with fiery eyes, trying to figure out the essence of Qu Zhijian, when suddenly an untimely thought popped into his mind.

How did he remember that when he was in Shenzhou, that kid named Yi Zhan practiced the basic sword art of Jianzong?

Looking at the Lingwu Peak, which had never been climbed by anyone, the golden light and phantom danced the sword, as if it was about to take the whole world into its palm, and it hit his heart like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

She, she won't be the direct heir of Sword Ancestor, right?
No, no, if it's a direct inheritance, why didn't Sword Ancestor justify her name.

Yan Weishan attributed all of this to chance and coincidence, but he didn't know that the vicissitudes of the sea and the field sword are impermanent, the Nirvana sword has no reason, the Xiaoyao sword has nothing to do, the straight sword has no peace, and the sword has no loss. , will play swords with her together, in addition to sparring with her, there is also a bit of unspeakable thoughts.

In the past, many disciples, including them, had asked Jianzu for the empty peak, but Jianzu said that it was reserved for the second generation.

They also thought that they would have a younger brother or younger sister.

Although Feng has a name, there is no one.

Jian Zu and Zhan Changfeng didn't seem to know each other, so they didn't ask or talk, and just took this sword performance as a rivalry!
After playing the sword for a long time, the three and four generations of venerables could not raise their hands. Looking around, only the second generation and Zhan Changfeng were left holding on.

Undoubtedly, this also proved the strength of the second generation.

Xiaoyaojian shouted irrelevantly, "Senior Brother Wuchang, the thousand roads are over, who can fight, why don't you take the lead, let the guests see the sword!"

Venerable Wuchang was silent, his eyes were calm, like a returnee who built a house on the cliff and went fishing after the vicissitudes of life.

The sky in the east is steeply dark, the hollow wind seems to be blowing from the ruins, all dharmas are silent, and the ten directions are silent!

The irrelevant venerable unleashes his sword freely, thousands of swords and green lotuses, the shape and shadow are both virtual and real, boundless carefree, heart is the world, everything is me!

Venerable Wuning's eyes burst out, and he jumped up, his body transformed into tens of thousands, and his sword was overwhelming and boundless.

It has been a long time since the disciples of Jianzong saw the second-generation venerable strike with all his strength, their hearts almost jumped out of their chests with excitement, and saw the venerable who guarded the sword without missing a sword, quietly and peacefully, but quietly melted all Dao Jianyi!
A disciple suddenly had red eyes, and murmured, "I hope that in my lifetime, I won't see the second generation of venerables attack together."

No one heard this sentence, but there were different swordsmen. At this moment, similar complexities appeared in their expressions.

Zhan Changfeng didn't have as many ideas as the disciples of the Sword Sect. She saw that several venerables had sacrificed their own peerless swords, so of course she would not be perfunctory.

Take out the sword as you like, the emperor's sword shines forever!

(End of this chapter)