The Ultimate Sword Master

Pei Lun paused.

Swish!

The Xuantian Sword Sect disciple was instantly shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. After all, Pei Lun was very famous in the sect. One was his strange long sword named Jiantun, and the other was... because of the other party's eyes.

It can't be said to be small.

It can only be said that they have never been opened.

But!

Pei Lun is most afraid of this!

"This dead fat man."

Turning back slowly, he squinted at the fat man in the golden armor giant and said with a smile: "What do you want to do with me?"

Fatty: "?"

"Disciple... I'll leave!"

The disciple was so frightened that his scalp went numb. He dared not stay in the field anymore. He wiped his sweat and ran away.

Pei Lun's third characteristic.

His mouth is very, very poisonous!

But... the three words "dead fat man" are also the Achilles' heel of this Zhentian King Fu Yulin!

"Fat Master, I'll follow you..."

Bang!

Before the fat man could finish his words, Pei Lun suddenly landed in front of him. He raised his hand and a dark sword light flashed, blasting him away!

What a coincidence.

It just hit the battle group in the distance, causing chaos and constant cursing.

"Boy!"

Old Wei glared at Pei Lun: "Are you looking for trouble?"

"Heh."

Pei Lun laughed and said: "After so many years, your brain is still not fully developed."

Old Wei: "?"

"You dare to hurt my son?"

Dong Dahai looked unkind: "Have you asked me, the father?"

"You have been raped."

Pei Lun spoke without hesitation.

Dong Daqiang: "?"

"Woof!"

"Woo woo!"

"Too much! If it were me, Ashu, I would never tolerate it!"

"..."

A dog, a ball, and a tree couldn't listen any more.

Pei Lun spoke, both in the face and in the shortcoming, and the main point was to stab the heart and stab to death!

"A dog."

"A good-for-nothing."

"A coward."

Pei Lun said faintly: "The future of Xuantian Sword Sect is really worrying."

A dog, a ball, and a tree: "?"

"You can't say that."

Even Old Sun couldn't stand it anymore and acted as a peacemaker: "Which of us didn't go through life and death with the Sword Master back then..."

"So."

Pei Lun said seriously: "Without the Sword Master's support, you can only be a real grandson."

Old Sun: "?"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, so quiet that everyone realized something was wrong!

"Fuck him!!"

Looking at each other, the few people who had previously refused to give in to each other and fought in a group suddenly shared the same hatred and rushed forward to surround Pei Lun in the middle!

Boom!

Boom!

The battle started again, and the noise was much stronger than before!

"Master!"

Behind Yuan Zhengyang, the unknown old sword cultivator felt the vibration of the world and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Should I... persuade them?"

Yuan Zhengyang didn't persuade.

"Let them fight."

He sighed and said faintly: "After so many years, it's time for them to vent their anger."

Anger?

The old sword cultivator was stunned.

"Junior brother is gone."

Yuan Zhengyang continued: "Although they didn't say it, I know that they are all angry. They endured it because the war had just ended and the sect needed to recuperate, but now... let them make a fuss."

The old sword cultivator remained silent.

He realized that it was not that everyone was really making such a fuss, but because of Gu Han's matter, everyone was angry, and now they were just looking for a reason to vent.

After all...

Gu Han's departure is almost a permanent pain in everyone's heart.

He is no exception.

"But..."

Looking into the distance, he sighed: "If the fighting continues like this, the sect will probably be gone."

"Don't worry."

Yuan Zhengyang remained unmoved, just looking at the valley where the sword monument was.

"If the noise is too much."

"He will suppress it."

...

The back mountain of the Sword Sect.

In a deep and secluded valley, the Xuantian Sword Monument still stood quietly in the depths of the valley, surrounded by moss. On the monument, a sword mark pierced through it diagonally. Although it lost its power and charm, this sword mark itself was enough for countless sword cultivators to comprehend for a lifetime.

At this moment.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a white dress with a beautiful face and a deep blue long sword in her arms stood in front of the sword monument, carefully comprehending everything about the sword mark.

In her eyes.

Nine completely different sword intentions intertwined continuously, with the power of the heavy sword, the sharpness of the killing sword, and the vastness of the sword transformation... connected from beginning to end, sometimes separated, sometimes merged, mysterious and obscure, far beyond the understanding of ordinary sword cultivators.

Naturally.

This girl is the eleventh generation sword master of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Tangtang.

In ten years.

She often came here to comprehend the sword, and the sword intent she comprehended also increased from three to nine. In the history of Xuantian Sword Sect, it is unique. Even Yun Jiansheng and Gu Han in the past could not do this!

In addition to the sword.

Because of the special care of the will of the Great Dao, her cultivation has been advancing by leaps and bounds. Although she tried her best to suppress her realm, she has now reached the peak of the realm of freedom!

Therefore.

At a young age, she firmly sits on the position of the sword master. After all, anyone can see that this is destined to be a rising star, destined to shine for eternity, dazzling!

In the Xuantian domain.

No one disobeyed, no one dared to disobey.

The former.

It was because of her unique talent.

The latter.

It was because...

"Uncle Yang."

Her eyes trembled, and the sword intent gradually subsided. She whispered softly: "I miss my master."

"Yeah."

After a long silence, a faint response came.

Yang Yi!

He was indifferent and never showed up on weekdays. He just kept his oath and stayed by Tang Tang's side to protect Gu Han and her!

In the past ten years.

It's not that no one coveted everything in Xuantian Sword Sect, and it's not that no one wanted to attack Tang Tang, but... without exception, those people and the forces they belonged to completely disappeared in time and became a wisp of dust in the endless emptiness.

"Uncle Yang."

Looking at the sword mark on the sword monument, Tang Tang said thoughtfully: "You say, why is this sword mark so similar to the sword intent of the master? Will it be..."

"..."

Yang Yi was silent.

In terms of cultivation, he had naturally reached the peak a long time ago, but in terms of his understanding and perception of the sword, he was not as good as Tangtang Gu Han.

Tangtang knew his temper.

He did not expect him to answer.

"Uncle Yang, I always feel..."

Looking at the sword monument carefully, Tangtang thought: "I always feel that Master is not dead, he just left temporarily, and one day in the future, he will come back."

Silently.

A figure fell behind him, wearing a coarse cloth robe, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes, which contained the anger of the world, almost dyed the sky with blood.

"If he is not dead, where would he be?"

"Right here."

Tangtang pointed at the sword monument and said seriously: "I always feel that Master is in it!"