The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

Everyone knows,

Tonight, there is destined to be a big battle.

But these people do not belong to the orthodoxy of a hundred schools of thought, and are not listed under the names of the masters, so even if their desires are aroused in their hearts, the huge gap in strength makes them have no idea.

Just want to watch this fight.

and……

Wait for an opportunity that may come.

Just at this moment, a voice sounded.

"Is it the number one swordsman in the world? Let me see... what is the means to bear this name!"

A slightly muffled voice sounded.

This is a middle-aged swordsman walking from a distance with a swordsman on his back, with a shaggy beard and a sloppy body.

But the sword energy on his body is quite astonishing, and he seems to be full of confidence... That strong desire to win, that strong self-confidence, was completely aroused at this moment, and he felt a sense of resignation. Who am I like,

He stood still before the wind and rain, and with a clang, the blade on his back unsheathed without a sound, and flew up into the air!

Then, a sword moved forward, shining with cold light, like thunder, crashing straight into the wind and rain.

"That's the ranger from Chu, the swordsman Chu Fengge!"

Someone exclaimed and recognized his identity at a glance.

"He used the sword as the base to engrave the seal, and the human sword was integrated into one. I heard that in the flood disaster not long ago, he used this to kill several big ghosts. A white sword, straight up like Qingming, was revered as a swordsman!"

"I don't know how to match the sword head, the situation..."

They discussed, from excitement to silence,

Because after the swordsman crashed into the wind and rain, he was engulfed in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Even the engraving on the base plate was crushed.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and fell silent. They, who had never met a real great practitioner, could only see the gap at this moment.

In the wind and rain, in the mansion, Su Nie sat quietly, waiting, his mind was distracted, manipulating the wind and rain between heaven and earth, the swordsman who broke in just now was overthrown in an instant.

That man has a good cultivation,

Integrating the engraving of the personal foundation into the sword, and manipulating it with the mind, can be regarded as ingenious.

But it is still far from a real great practitioner.

he--

Can't enter here.

So Su Nie is still waiting, waiting for the real master to arrive.

"Sir, never enter Qin—"

The sound came from afar.

Among the mountains, everyone looked intently, only to see clouds descending from the sky, spreading out vastly.

"Aura of grandeur? People from the Confucian Mencius school!"

The miscellaneous expert Lu Fengchen looked at the figure approaching in the distance with astonishment on his face.

A young Confucian scholar, dressed in a green shirt, with a sword hanging from his waist and a crown on his head, came to him with flying ink hair.

With the aura of awe-inspiring body and the operation of the foundation, he can directly interfere with the source of the world and cause external visions. It is obvious that this is a genuine great practitioner.

In the main hall of the mansion, Su Nie slightly opened his eyes.

"I can't get in, what does it have to do with you?"

he responded.

"It has nothing to do with us, but it has something to do with the people of the world,"

The Confucian scholar said: "Qin was tyrannical and killed tens of thousands of people in one place. How can you vote for such a country?"

"Yes."

Another body influence.

On the other side, a tall figure came slowly, dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat.

A Mohist.

He opened his mouth and said:

"If you have the strength, you should take the responsibility. Since your Excellency has been promoted as the head of the sword, you should take the responsibility!"

He spoke very solemnly.

"That is Meng Sheng, the leader of the Mohist school. It is said that he has established his own faction and is not under the control of the giant!"

Someone spoke in a low voice, staring at the tall figure.

Another great cultivator.

In a short period of time, two great practitioners came, but this was just the beginning——

"What is this sound... the sound of the piano?"

On the mountain, someone looked up into the distance,

Under the moonlight, someone plucked the strings of the piano, and the sound resounded melodiously, echoing the heaven and the earth.

A woman came with a guqin in her arms,

"That's Lejia's fun!"

someone exclaimed.

This is the first leader of the Hundred Schools to appear. Although it is only a family that has declined, it has not even participated in the last Jixia Academy meeting.

But after all, it is the "king" who is in charge of a faction.

one by one……

"It's really lively."

Su Nie lowered his eyes, he was sitting in the main hall, the wind and rain covered and flooded the surroundings of the mansion, the water vapor stirred, and boundless sword energy vented and spread.

The sound of the zither, the awe-inspiring energy, and the Mohist sword have blocked this area from three directions.

And more practitioners came from afar.

They came to prevent Su Nie from entering Qin Dynasty.

And even more so to die——

Facing the Juggernaut who once swept up the Tianhe River and submerged Kunlun, no one thought that he could come with his whole body.

Some of them truly embraced the heart of the world.

The heart for the world is also a heart and a "desire". Normally, this group of people would not use this as a reason to force others, but at this moment, there is a demon god manipulating it. I know, but it's different.

It's just that their world is not Su Nie's after all, so...

"Since you're here, please come in!"

Su Nie flicked his sleeves, and there was a voice echoing between the heaven and the earth. He really wanted to see the abilities of these great practitioners, and the strength of the cultivation world of the Six Kingdoms.

"Please see Haoran Qi—"

The Confucian took a step forward and stepped into the wind and rain. The next second, the mighty aura burst out and collided with the oncoming Tianhe sword aura.

Between layers of catharsis...

He headed towards the middle mansion.

Every step was under tremendous pressure, as if the flood that submerged Kunlun in the past reappeared, the heavy oppression was on his body.

He is moving forward.

And the others just watched silently and waited.

Use him as a wayfinding stone.

Then the moment...

The wind and rain are rolling, and the Milky Way is rolling backwards.

Su Nie's figure suddenly disappeared in the main hall, and then appeared in front of the Confucian scholar.

Fall with a flick of sleeves.

A drop of water, a stab out.

——Tianhe Jiandun.

The Confucian scholar's face froze, he raised the scroll in his hand, but was still stabbed by a sword and swept away.

He is indeed a great practitioner.

But there can never be generalizations between great practitioners and great practitioners.

Su Nie flicked his sleeves.

He raised his eyes, looked at the people outside, and said:

"You guys, let's go together!"

The correct way to move at the end of the volume (I feel that there are fewer people, please don’t support me and subscribe to QAQ)

silent.

Following Su Nie's words, the land of Zhao Guoyu, surrounded by countless practitioners, suddenly fell into silence.

How many practitioners are there in this world?

There are countless.

However, most practitioners have desires in their hearts. The so-called pure heart and few desires in the eyes of ordinary people is just because their pursuits are invisible and unclear to ordinary people.