Comprehensive Martial Arts: Inheriting The Swordsman In The World! Li Hanyi Confesses

Beihan Prince's Mansion.

Li Yishan shook his head after listening to Xu Xiao's words, and his violent coughing slightly improved.

The old counselor's voice was a little hoarse, but he still said forcefully: "If we could see the power of the Immortal Poking Formation early, I'm afraid the ranking of Martial Saint in the world would have to be a few places higher.

Xu Xiao mentioned the green ants, took another sip, and acknowledged: "Yes, who knows how much strength that human Martial Saint still has hidden?"

"I don't know what happened to Weixiong and Zhibao when they went to Xueyue City..."

Without continuing to drink, Li Yishan's breath began to become smoother, but he was still a little weak and said: "Martial Saint in the world is so majestic and heroic, and Li Hanyi of Xueyue City is not worthy of Ye

The old counselor made a very pertinent comment, his eyes shining brightly.

Xu Xiao echoed: "Yes, you are not even worthy of carrying shoes!"

"but…"

Li Yishan said in confusion: "Why is everyone talking about why Martial Saint in the world is obsessed with Li Hanyi?"

"this…"

Northern Cold King Xu Xiao opened his mouth, but couldn't tell the reason.

He was also confused about this issue.

The two fell into silence for a while...

The situation in Xueyue City is still at a stalemate;

Wangjian Mountain, a thousand feet away, now lacks a large mountain top and looks more like a meditating platform.

After the Poking Immortal Sword Formation stopped, Ye Fan dressed in white and beat the snow, climbed up to the Wangjian Mountain where the top of the mountain was cut off.

Ye Fan looked at the rubble and rubble everywhere, frowning slightly, shaking his head and saying: "Rough! This work is too rough.

As he spoke, Ye Fan passed by several rock walls that were shattered by the sword array, shaking his head.

"This formation is really a bit weak."

Fortunately, no one knew about it, otherwise it would have been a shame.

This scene at the top of Wangjian Mountain is being broadcast by the Truman System.

Li Chungang of Laojianshan, who was rushing to Wangjianshan from Beihan, had just arrived at the stream and held up twice as much clear stream water with one arm to quench his thirst.

As soon as I raised my head, I saw a scene in front of me.

Ye Fan was alone, looking around at the top of Wangjian Mountain, sighing and shaking his head one after another.

After drinking twice as much clear water from the stream, the old swordsman used one arm to scoop up another amount to wash his face.

"You can flatten a mountain with just one poke of the Immortal Formation. Isn't this a good idea?"

"Still think you're weak?"

The old sword god Li Chungang stood up and tightened the worn sheepskin fur around his body. There was a hint of jealousy in his words, "If these formations are rough, I'm afraid there won't be any formations in the world that can catch your eyes!"

After a brief rest, the old swordsman carried his luggage again, raised his sleeves and wiped the water stains on his messy beard.

Looking at the ruins of rocks in Truman's mirror image, he murmured to himself: "Although the boy named Ye frequently makes surprise moves, he has grown old in shock.

"But those two boys, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, really don't know how to live or die!"

"With just a little bit of skill, I'm used to committing petty thefts."

"This time you dare to attack the head of the human Martial Saint. These two guys deserve to be dead!"

Because Wangjian Mountain launched the Immortal Poking Formation this time, the strong men in the world became more and more curious about the human Martial Saint.

After this incident, the old sword god who walked out of Tingchao Pavilion in person also accelerated his pace to Wangjian Mountain.

He, Li Chungang, was originally a romantic figure in the last Jianghu era. Many Jianghu people admired Li Jianshen for his famous swordsmanship;

As a leader of the older generation, Li Chungang was very curious about the rising star in Wangjian Mountain.

He wants to personally compete with the human Martial Saint to find out whether his famous two-sleeved green snake sword is still better than Ye Fan's one-sleeved white dragon!

Also on the journey was the old groom carrying the sword box to the Martial Emperor city;

—Jian Jiuhuang, who returns to the world of martial arts!

Within Liyang territory.

Martial Emperor outside the city;

Before entering the city, not far from the city wall, there was a stall selling osmanthus wine.

After walking all the way from Beihan to here, I am already exhausted.

The groom, Lao Huang, was wearing tattered linen clothes and straw sandals, and was leading a thin maroon lame horse.

Old Huang smelled the aroma of wine floating in the air, squinted his eyes, and dragged himself over.

I found an empty stool in the corner of the wine stall and sat on it.

He took out the last few coins from his pocket, knocked them on the table, and with his last bit of strength, gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Waiter, serve the wine!"

The runner in the wine shop stepped forward and glanced at Lao Huang, then grabbed a few coins on the table with a look of disgust.

He turned back to the house and brought out a bowl of rice wine.

The surrounding drinkers looked at Lao Huang's tattered outfit and tried to avoid him.

A rather spacious position was given to Lao Huang Teng.

Lao Huang himself said that wine is my life! As long as I take a sip, nothing will happen.

Lao Huang, who was carrying the sword case, put the wine bowl to his mouth, opened his mouth with two missing front teeth, and took a satisfied sip.

The texture of rice wine is not considered good, but it can still make Lao Huang feel warm in his belly.

Lao Huang, who was huddled in a corner drinking, raised his head and glanced at the Martial Emperor City not far away, with some thoughts in his heart.

At this moment, the Truman mirror appeared in front of Lao Huang again.

At first, Lao Huang just thought of it as a drink, after all, all his energy was currently focused on the Martial Emperor city.

But when the sword formation was activated, the overwhelming power instantly flattened a mountainous area!

The Sword Qi filled the sky, soaring straight into the sky!

The clouds above the Nine Heavens were broken one by one!

Looking at the scene in the mirror, Lao Huang was stunned!

He didn't want to drink the last sip of rice wine in the bowl, so he put it on the table and said in a daze:

"My dear, is this the sword formation of Gouchenxian?"

"Don't talk about me, Old Huang, I'm afraid that the old monster Wang at the top of Martial Emperor's city will be trembling with fear when he encounters this ferocious sword formation!"

After saying this, Lao Huang's eyes turned to the top of the Martial Emperor city.

During this last period of time, the horseman Lao Huang thought of the prince who lived in Beihan again.

The two had traveled together for three years and six thousand miles, but he still couldn't let go of the prince who had good intentions.

Lao Huang subconsciously picked up the wine bowl, but after putting it to his mouth, he had to open his mouth and drink it in one gulp.

Instead, he took a sip of rice wine with his tongue and savored it carefully.

Lao Huang, who spoke with a strong Xishu accent, said: "If the human Martial Saint of Wangjian Mountain can really become the brother-in-law of His Royal Highness, then Lao Huang will be truly relieved.

"I wonder if our Second Princess Beihan, who is number one on the rouge list, can grasp the one from Wangjian Mountain."

While Lao Huang was talking to himself, the image in the mirror had already arrived in front of Ye Fan.

At this time, Ye Fan was dressed in white and was wandering among the ruins left by the sword array.

Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he shook his head.

While Lao Huang was looking at it curiously, the human Martial Saint spoke leisurely;

"Rough! So rough!"

"This sword array is really weak."

"Fortunately, no one knows about it, otherwise it would be embarrassing."

Hearing Ye Fan's words from The Truman Mirror, Lao Huang felt his chest heat up and he almost spurted blood with anger!

"weak?"

Jian Jiuhuang's cheeks twitched and he said helplessly: "If we are weak, there will be no strong people in the world..."

"Martial Saint is good everywhere in this world, but his words are too..."

With a wry smile on his wrinkled face, Lao Jia picked up the wine bowl.

Pouring the last sip of rice wine from the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, he finally suppressed the heat that surged into his chest.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine stall set up on the roadside is no more than the size of a fist when viewed from the top of the Martial Emperor city.

Wang Xianzhi, the lord of Martial Emperor City, is standing on the wall at the moment, staring at the mirror image of Truman in front of him.

The mirror image was playing a scene of the sword array being so powerful that it flattened half of the mountain.

The nearly 100-year-old old man Wang groped each other with his thick fists.

There was a rare hint of shock in his eyes.

"Poke the Immortal Sword Formation?"

Wang Xianzhi, who regarded himself as second in the world, slowly raised his head and looked at the horizon.

The corners of his mouth were raised in an unabashed contemptuous smile.

"What is an immortal?"

"Those who steal hooks will be punished, those who steal kingdoms will be martyrs, and those who steal lives will be immortals."

"The so-called immortals are just a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

Old Monster Wang's slender eyes moved back to the Truman Mirror, and he saw Ye Fan laughing at himself.

A moment!

This old monster, who had used force to suppress the world for a long time, smashed a pair of rough fists on the wall bricks of the city head.

That cheek, which was not covered with too many wrinkles, actually twitched in a rare way!

"master!"

Behind him, Wang Xianzhi's eldest disciple Yu cupped his hands and spoke with a bit of fear on his face.

He has never seen his master so angry, or even murderous!

In the past few decades, countless martial arts masters have come to the Martial Emperor City and Martial King Xianzhi in the East China Sea!

But no one has ever made Wang Xianzhi look moved!

Not to mention getting angry!

But right now…

How could this great disciple not be frightened!

"explain!"

Wang Xianzhi calmed down her energy a little and spoke in a deep voice.

Standing behind the old man, Groom Yu continued: "Xishu Jian Jiuhuang is coming to the city to pick a Martial Master. He is already at a wine shop not far outside the city."

Without waiting for Wang Xianzhi's response, the young man carrying a long sword continued: "It is said that Jian Jiuhuang accompanied Crown Prince Beihan on a trip to the world."

"After I came back, I realized that the ninth sword was called Liuqianli."

There was clearly some concern in the groom's eyes, and he reminded him kindly: "Master, how about my apprentice go find out about this person's identity first?"

Wang Xianzhi, who was standing high above the city, fluttered his sleeves and looked sharply at the sky.

Throw your head back and laugh!

"hehe!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"What do you mean the sword is ninety-six thousand miles away!"

"I wish someone could seriously hurt me!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xianzhi's sharp eyes suddenly withdrew!

Looking at the man in white clothes and snow in the mirror in front of him.

He gritted his teeth gently and murmured a familiar name:

—— Ye Fan!

Looking at the foot of Sword Mountain;

In a chic courtyard.

After Ye Fan came back from the flattened top of the mountain, he drank a pot of tea and lay on the rocking chair under the old locust tree to sip it.

The old locust tree is still rooted in the courtyard.

The branches are intertwined and green.

The entire top of Wangjian Mountain was shattered by the monstrous Sword Qi that stabbed the Immortal Sword Formation;

Countless rocks fell from the mountains and rolled down all around.

Around Wangjian Mountain, many vegetations have suffered unreasonable disasters.

But what is surprising is that Ye Fan's unique courtyard located halfway up Wangjian Mountain seems to be protected in the sword formation.

In the midst of a catastrophe that caused the Sword intent to spread thousands of feet away, Ye Fan's courtyard was actually intact!

Not even the plants or trees in the courtyard were damaged at all.

Lying under the old locust tree, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and occasionally reached out to take a cup of tea and take a sip...

A look of enjoyment.

After a leisurely half day, Ye Fan got up after a comfortable sleep under the old locust tree.

After pulling himself together, he stood up and left the courtyard as if he had planned it.

Go straight to the flat top of Wangjian Mountain!

Through the Truman mirror, everyone could clearly see that after Ye Fan left the courtyard, his figure swept over and over again!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the white-clad Shengxue had reached the top of the mountain.

Next second!

I saw that this human being was full of vitality, his sleeves were bulging, and he was whirring.

Everyone looked at the scene in the mirror with great curiosity.

What is this human Martial Saint doing?

Could it be that he wants to build another Dharma-protecting formation that is far better than the Immortal Sword Formation?

If this is the case, who would dare to step into the half step of Wangjian Mountain rashly in the future?

Looking at the scene in the mirror, countless strong men began to speculate on the thoughts of that Martial Saint.

Amid everyone's curiosity, Ye Fan was already waving his bulging sleeves.

He raised his body high and waved his sleeves!

Zheng!

No wind makes waves on the sea!

A piercing sword cry exploded!

Everyone could see with the naked eye that the energy waved out from Ye Fan's sleeves turned into a sharp sword arc in the blink of an eye!

The sword arc transformed from Qi machine shoots on the rocks!

Exploded with a bang!

Under the bombardment of the Poking Immortal Sword Formation, the uneven rocks were instantly cut into a flat surface by the arc of the sword.

At the same time, Ye Fan's figure had already risen. The sword arcs in the sleeves continue to swing out, more and more!

The figure in white clothes is getting faster and faster!

After a few breaths, everyone could only see a ball of color flying through the air even if they opened their eyes wide.

At the feet of that figure, countless sharp sword arcs struck the rocks.

Under the impact of the sword arc, the mountain that was originally uneven and looked like a piece of ruins began to become smoother.

Looking at the scene in the mirror, everyone was curious.

"What is he doing?"

"Repair the mountain?"

"I really don't know what new plans this human Martial Saint has."

"Is this the Realm of Martial Saint in the human world? Relying on Qi to turn the arc of the sword, and leveling the rocks with one sword???"

"Is this something that ordinary people can do?"

at the same time;

At the foot of the mountain, which is only two mountains away from Wangjian Mountain, the sword god Li Chungang is resting here.

Watching Ye Fan in the mirror flatten the rocks with Sword Qi, sword after sword, Sword's intent is overwhelming!

Even Li Chungang, the sword god who once stood at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, couldn't help but be horrified when he saw this scene in front of him!

Not to mention the difficulty of using Qi to transform the sword arc!

Just using the arc of the sword to flatten the rocks is already extremely difficult!

What's more, one sword passes another sword!

Sword and sword climb Kunlun!

For a moment, the power on the top of the mountain platform soared to the sky!

An ordinary strong person can get lucky and use Qi Transformation as a sword arc to flatten mountains and rocks, usually with five or six swords!

It doesn't take more than ten swords at most before the energy will be exhausted!

At that time, let alone using Qi to turn sword arcs and sharpen hard rocks.

After the Qi machine is exhausted, even if you use the Qi machine to cut flowers and grass, it still cannot be cut off!

The sword god Li Chungang, who is as strong as the sword god who stands at the top of the sword, asks himself, he is only just one or two hundred swords, and he will reach his limit.

Even if the Qi machine is not completely exhausted, the immortal method of using Qi machine to turn the sword arc will not be possible.

But the human Martial Saint in the mirror image, 0.7, from the beginning to the present, sword after sword!

?

The sleeves of the white clothes are bulging, and the body is flying very fast!

Even if there are not tens of thousands, there are thousands of swords!

Look at that person again. Are there any signs of Qi failure?

It is clearly getting stronger and faster!

It seems like he is pursuing the peak of swordsmanship!

Endless…

The old sword god's face was full of horror. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was speechless.

After originally seeing the power of the Immortal Sword Formation, the old sword god had lost his intention of asking for swordsmanship, and more wanted to learn from the human Martial Saint.

But now, the scene on the flat top of Wangjian Mountain completely made the one-armed old man in sheepskin fur look dull.

"Can this still be a sword fight?"

The old sword god sighed, as if he was answering the question he just asked.

He blurted out: "It's a fart comparison!"

"When you are in the world, you can't accept old age."

As he said that, Li Chungang looked in the direction of Ye Fan and said with a wry smile: "On this trip, I can only ask the human Martial Saint for an explanation."

While saying a few words of self-deprecation, the Sword God seemed to think of an old friend.

Suddenly he laughed again, turned his head to look in the direction of the Martial Emperor City in the East China Sea, and said loudly: "Wang Xianzhi, with this human Martial Saint, you old boy will not be lonely anymore."

Thousands of miles away, under the Martial Emperor's city.

Wearing tattered linen clothes and accompanied by a maroon lame horse, an old groom entered the city of Martial Emperor.

Passing by the Martial Emperor city, Lao Huang held the lame horse in his hand and looked up at the giant sword that was still stuck in the city!

——Huang Lu, one of the ten most famous swords in the world.

In the arena at that time, the old monster Wang who used force to suppress the world for a century was a huge mountain that no one in the arena could cross!

After all martial arts masters become famous, they will go to the Martial Emperor City to find a fight with the king of the city!

If you can catch a move from Wang Xianzhi, you will be worthy of joining the world.

The horseman Lao Huang came to the Martial Emperor City with six Flying Swords. .