I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

"Who else?!"

　　 Chen Feiyan retracted the **** sword. He wanted to learn how to lick the blood with the head of a quack, but after thinking about it, he let it go.

　　 The taste is wrong...

　　 "Non-speaking son...excellent swordsmanship! I wait to worship, I wait to worship!"

　　 "Yes, even the third rank masters are defeated by the son's sword, who is the son's opponent?"

　　 "It didn't take long for the sword head of Buyun to soar, and there is such a talented swordsman in the world, kendo is booming!"

　　 The heads of the people below shook like rattles.

First of all, the third rank masters are already close to the top level of combat power, and there are several upper-level masters. Regardless of the fact that this sword pool has gathered no less than ten, but at this time the swordsman elites of several countries combined, a small group of hundreds of millions of people, The big brothers of the third grade are able to call the wind and the rain outside.

　　 Under the situation of suppressing the realm, Chen Feiyan has defeated even the third-ranking masters, and he does have the same style as Zhang Queer.

　　 Again...Looking at Zuo Xiu, who was lying on the ground with his hips, everyone couldn't help but chill.....

so horrible.

　　Nima's method is exactly the same. Back then, Weiyang sent elder Qiudiancheng, and Nie Xuesong, elder of the Water Covering Sword Sect, was also the back door...

　　 ahem.

　　 "Not the son of words."

　　 Jianchi elder said helplessly: "After the fight, go to Jianchi to call for a sword, right? This is the house's rule."

　　 "Hmm...Yes."

　　 Chen Feiyan nodded irrefutably, and walked to the sword pond with a solemn expression.

　　People from other factions also brought their disciples, either returning the sword or summoning the sword.

　　 Zhu Qiongyu took out the Bai Hongjian reluctantly, gently stroked the sword, and threw it into the lake, only to see Bai Hongjian trembling slightly, as if returning to his mother's embrace, quickly submerged into the pool, and rushed towards the bottom of the cold lake.

Gongsunjun next to 　　 was sinking into the sword pond, looking for it, as if listening to a sound at the bottom of the pond, looking for a sword weapon that matched his mind.

　　 Not long after, a pine pattern overlapped and a square sword flew out from the bottom of the pool.

　　 "Junzi sword! Why did Bu Yun disciple's daughter evoke this sword?"

　　 "Only mind, only people with square inches of clarity can get the favor of this sword, this is also a famous sword!"

　　 "Buyunshan has a successor."

　　 The people who knew this famous sword expressed envy and emotion one after another.

　　 "Junzijian? Not bad." Chen Feiyan smiled confidently, but was not in a hurry.

　　What is the finale?

　　The good scenes are only played at the end.

After 　　 Banzhuxiang, everyone else got their own sabers, and Chen Feiyan swayed to the sword pond leisurely, thinking of the husband's entrustment.

　　 He shook his head and sighed:

　　 "Unexpectedly, today I would let all the heroes get rid of their hands, drunk three thousand guests in a house full of flowers, and dazzle the fourteen states with one sword, so happy!"

　　 "Good poem!" The eyes of the swordsman who had been reading poems lit up.

　　 Then his eyes were complicated.

　　Because of Chen Feiyan's posture like a victorious rooster, he is not like someone who can write such a chapter, but he feels that his temperament is not suitable.

　　 Suddenly, Chen Feiyan's voice stopped abruptly.

　　 The two stone tablets protruding from the sword pool flew up in the sky.

　　 The stone stele is suspended in the air.

　　 Right book: "Why Sword Intent of Jianchi Suo?"

　　 The stele on the left is empty, waiting for the inscription.

This is what Chen Yubai left behind when he enlightened the Dao by the sword pond and before his ascent. The two stone tablets were separated from the ancient saints and sages. Ordinary people can't leave a trace on them with every possible means, only the real handed down. Only when the masterpiece appears.

　　Many people who read books practice swords.

　　 Many swordsmen have always tried to leave words on it to answer the puzzle left by Chen Yubai, but they all failed.

　　 When everyone was shocked, they found that Chen Feiyan's chest exuded a dazzling brilliance.

　　 The rice paper flew out of his clothes, as if being spread out extremely softly by a pair of hands, and then...

　　 A splendid glow, surrounded by countless figures of the birth and death of Kendo emerge from it.

"Mr?!"

　　 Zhu Qiongyu and Gongsunjun lost their voices at the same time.

The figure is holding a bamboo pole and wearing a hat on his head. Just standing, it makes people feel like it is a glorious day in the sky, three thousand sword intents are rolled backwards like rain and light, and they fall into the hands of the figure after they have gathered together. A silver long sword.

　　 is holding a long sword, and the silhouette of the hat is waving in the air.

　　 The chic handwriting of iron paintings and silver hooks appeared on the stone tablet.

　　 "A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, one sword glorifies fourteen states."

　　All the swordsmen stood up abruptly, staring at the inscription.

　　 When Zhang Queer ascended, the immortal swordsmanship he performed was nothing but a heartfelt admiration for them, but this figure was different.

　　 Thousands of distinct sword intents finally merged into one place, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.

　　 This is the only sword. With this sword, everyone else's swords are all broken copper and broken iron.

　　 Seeing it, it is as if standing under the sky, looking directly at its own insignificance, as if...

　　 Spy on the avenue!

　　 "This poem was not written by Chen Feiyan. Who is that?!"

　　 While everyone's sword heart trembled, this doubt flashed through their minds.

　　 This bamboo pole seems to be the sword head of Buyun, but as everyone knows, Zhang Queer has already soared, and he has never shown himself in a disguise.

　　 Click—

　　 The lightsaber exploded and turned into thousands of white shadows and flew into the sword pond.

　　 Then the overflowing machine sword pool suddenly boiled, and countless or passionate, or tragic, or chic sword intent spewed out, and on the surface of the pool rose into a savage growth of strong grass, mixed with the sound of the chain shaking.

　　 Just cast your eyes to find out.

　　 At this time, there is a warm jade halo struggling in the translucent bottom of the pool.

　　The dense and dense small chains confine it, as dense as hair, making it struggling like a trapped dragon and trapped beast. Just when the jade halo disappeared, the three thousand white shadows exploded by the huli man poured in.

　　 Every sword light cut a chain.

　　 Om—

　　 Everyone's swords also trembled.

　　 Something seems to be coming out in the dark.

　　 The sound of the sword sounded louder and louder, and then a chain shackle broke, and the clear jade halo broke free, and even the dark base with unknown material was torn apart.

　　 In the dark, everyone seemed to hear a dragon chant with joy.

　　 The soft jade halo finally appeared, like a flawless jade dragon, with a narrow body, about three feet long and three feet long, and its sharpness was unstoppable.

　　 "Autumn pond cold jade!"

　　 Chen Feiyan's heart was shocked, and the sword bone in the center of his eyebrows was stabbed in pain.

　　 He knew that this sword did not belong to him.

　　 "Mom, my shaft is too cruel." Chen Feiyan didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

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