Fantasy: Quietly draw the sword 100,000 times, and come out of the mountain as the sword god

“Wan’er?”

Xu Tian looked at Zhao Wan’er, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, “Today is the last match of the Jiufeng Grand Competition. Why are you here?”

“There is no suspense in this competition. Although Chen Feihong’s talent is also very high, he has already reached half of the Shenhai realm, but Zhuang Mingzhu is already at the peak of the first layer of Shenhai. The gap between the two is too great.”

Zhao Wan’er shook her head, then suddenly changed the subject and said softly, “Brother, maybe the Ninth Peak will be disbanded soon.”

Xu Tian was startled when he heard the words, and immediately frowned and said, “The Ninth Peak is doing well, why did it suddenly disband?”

Logically speaking, although the Ninth Peak has not made any achievements in these years, it has been brilliant in the past, so it shouldn’t be disbanded.

“Brother, you don’t know, because the Ninth Peak’s grades have not been up to standard all year round, and the resources of the sect are not available. Now the Ninth Peak has been empty, and all the disciples have worshiped under the other eight peaks one after another. Even… even Senior Brother Lin Zhen was poached by people from Fifth Peak this morning.”

Zhao Wan’er said in a low tone.

“Uh…..”

Xu Tian rubbed his nose and replied, “That is to say, now you and I are the only disciples of the Ninth Peak?”

“It can be understood in this way.” Zhao Wan’er nodded and replied.

Xu Tian: “…”

How long has it been? It’s only been three months since I was punished to enter Siguoya, and the Ninth Peak is about to cool off?

And if you really want to count, Zhao Wan’er is still the only daughter of Master Zhao Ming, so she is not counted among the disciples.

So the real Zhao Ming is the only disciple under his seat, and he is the only one?

“Brother, youDo you know about my father’s injury? “Zhao Wan’er suddenly lowered her head and said.

Xu Tian nodded.

Speaking of which, the most fundamental reason for the decline of the Ninth Peak was the serious injury suffered by Zhenren Zhao Ming ten years ago, which caused the entire Ninth Peak to collapse and gradually decline.

“My father’s injuries have become more and more serious recently. Although he doesn’t say anything, I can feel that he…may not last long.”

Zhao Wan’er lowered her head, making her expression invisible.

But Xu Tian could hear the grief in Zhao Wan’er’s tone.

Xu Tian sighed softly, there was nothing he could do about it.

He stretched out his hand to stroke Zhao Wan’er’s hair, and muttered: “Wan’er, I was brought up by Master since I was a child. If Master really leaves one day, don’t worry, I will protect you well.”

“Okay, okay! Let’s not talk about such a heavy topic!”

Zhao Wan’er burst into tears when she heard the words, wiped her red eyes, and snorted coquettishly, “Senior brother, I’m better than you. Speaking of which, I will protect you in the future!”

“Okay, okay, then you will protect the brother from now on.” Xu Tian was a little dumbfounded.

Being disturbed by Zhao Wan’er, the sad atmosphere has improved a lot.

“Okay, senior brother, speaking of which, the big competition over there is almost over, so I’ll leave first, and I’ll come to see you later.”

Leaving the mung bean cake behind, Zhao Wan’er got up and left.

Looking at Zhao Wan’er’s back, Xu Tian hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly:

“The way of the sword, when you have the confidence to go forward, if you believe in the sword, the sword will believe in you.”

“All the way in the way of the sword, you need to pay more attention to comprehend it, rather than sticking to whether the sword style is standard or not. Only by making the sword style tangible and invisible can you form a sword move!”

“Sword moves are not routines, but everything you want, from the avenue to simplicity.”

Zhao Wan’er’s footsteps stopped, and her whole body was shocked!

In a pair of beautiful eyes, there is an incredible color!

What Xu Tian said just now is the bottleneck that traps her kendo state in the sword style state!

Speaking of which, she has long been familiar with Changhe swordsmanship, and she wields it neatly, neatly and standardly!

But she was still unable to break through and step into the realm of sword moves!

What Xu Tian said just now hits the point!

“Brother…” She turned to look at Xu Tian.

Xu Tian sat cross-legged on the ground with a calm expression, and just waved his hands.

“Go.”

With Xu Tian’s supreme sword heart, looking at Zhao Wan’er’s problem at this moment is almost like an international Olympiad master looking at elementary school students’ addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. It couldn’t be simpler.

After Zhao Wan’er left.

Xu Tian thought for a while, then cast his eyesight, and looked towards Dabi Jiufeng.

….

The Nine Peaks Competition has entered the final round!

At this moment, there are crowds of people up and down the ring.

Not only nearly a thousand disciples gathered here to watch the battle, but even the master of Jianzong and the master of Jiufeng all sat on the high platform to watch.

There is no other reason, but because the person who is fighting in the arena is Zhuang Mingzhu, the saintess of the Changhe Sword Sect!

Zhuang Mingzhu is extremely talented. Now she is only seventeen years old, and she has already stepped into the realm of Shenhai!

All the way to the sword, he has reached the realm of swordsmanship!

Well-deserved pride of heaven!

I saw her standing on the ring, wearing a fringed blue dress, with a graceful figure, a cold appearance, and her eyes were full of arrogance.

The one fighting her was Chen Feihong, the chief disciple of Seventh Peak.

A master of the half-step Divine Sea Realm.

Although her cultivation base and kendo state are inferior to Zhuang Mingzhu’s, she is older and has more battle experience.

“Junior Sister Mingzhu, please be merciful when fighting against each other, give senior brother some face, and don’t let senior brother lose too badly.”

Chen Feihong cupped his hands and smiled gently.

“Stop talking nonsense, let’s do it.” Zhuang Mingzhu frowned impatiently.

“Then senior brother is making a fool of himself!”

There was a sharp flash in Chen Feihong’s eyes, and he drew his sword out of its sheath instantly, and slashed at Zhuang Mingzhu!

Boom~~!

Between the sky and the earth, there was a faint and continuous sound of waves!

“Senior Brother Chen Feihong, is this close to the realm of swordsmanship?”

“I haven’t reached the realm of swordsmanship yet, but it’s almost there!”

Under the arena, there was a sudden exclamation.

“Huh? This sword is so-so.”

Zhuang Mingzhu raised her brows lightly, then immediately drew her sword and stabbed out!

Boom! !

When the sword stabbed out, the world suddenly changed color!

First, there was a roar like a big wave hitting the shore!

Immediately afterwards, I saw Zhuang Mingzhu’s sword glow, as if it had turned into a 100-meter Yangtze River, surging and surging!

Bump towards Chen Feihong!

With just this one sword, the two of them will be judged!

boom! ! !

Immediately, Chen Feihong was struck by the sword light of the long river, as if being hit by a big wave, he flew upside down in an instant and fell into the ring.

Defeated the enemy with one blow!

All of a sudden, there was no sound in the arena. Everyone looked at Zhuang Mingzhu, full of shock.

Zhuang Mingzhu put away her sword and stood up, and glanced at Chen Feihong who had fallen under the ring, his face flushed.

With a cold expression, she spit out four words:

“Vulnerable.”

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