Poetry And Wine: One Sword Opens The Sky, And The School Beauty Collapses

After listening to Wei Qingfeng's words, Ye Xuan thought to himself that it turned out that the slight fluctuation of sword intent he just felt came from Zhao Feilong.

You must know that any sword cultivator, after reaching a certain level, can completely integrate his thoughts and weapon spirits.

Make sure you have me in you and you in me, forming the so-called sword spirit.

And for those powerful sword cultivators, even if they die, their sword spirits remaining in their natal flying swords will still remain for a period of time.

How long it can last depends on how quickly the sword spirit dissipates.

"let me try."

Ye Xuan nodded lightly.

Wei Qingfeng was overjoyed when he saw his immediate agreement, thinking that with Ye Xuan's talent, he might be able to successfully communicate with his mentor's sword spirit.

Wei Yunqing, on the other hand, had a questioning look on his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Xuan, thinking in his mind:

"General Zhao has killed countless enemies in his life, and his battle sword has been stained with countless blood. His sword spirit is bound by the soul of millions of blood demons in the battle sword. So many senior swordsmen before have been unable to break through this blood demon soul."

"Although you are very talented, you are still a novice in swordsmanship. How can you possibly get in touch with General Zhao's sword spirit?"

Ye Xuan had already activated the Wine Sword Immortal Spirit at this time and released a sword intention into Zhao Feilong's sword.

As soon as the sword intention entered the battle sword, Ye Xuan suddenly felt a powerful blood evil force surging in!

He saw through his consciousness that there was an endless bloody space ahead.

The endless sea of ​​blood was rolling and boiling, and faces with ferocious expressions roared and roared in the sea of ​​blood.

Seeing Ye Xuan's sword intent entering, these ferocious faces showed ferocious expressions and rushed towards Ye Xuan.

"Whoever dares to break in will die here forever, hahahaha!"

The ferocious blood demon souls let out shrill laughter, rolling up rivers of scarlet blood and crashing into Ye Xuan crazily.

Facing the endless river of blood, Ye Xuan showed contempt:

"You guys are just using your arms as a chariot!"

call!

The terrifying SSS-level wine sword immortal spirit sword intention rose into the sky, turned into a terrifying sword light that split the sky, and struck hard against the blood river!

Boom!

The sword breaks through the sky!

The endless river of blood was instantly split into a bottomless gap, and the terrifying sword intent was like the Nine Yang True Fire, burning up the souls of those blood evil spirits!

"Ah! How can there be such a powerful sword in the world?"

"This is too scary!"

"It's over!"

…

As screams rose into the sky, the endless sea of ​​blood quickly became smaller and smaller!

…

Just before Ye Xuan's sword intention entered Zhao Feilong's sword.

In the battle sword, there is a blank space in the deepest part of the endless sea of ​​blood.

On this ground, stood a tall man wearing silver armor, disheveled hair, and covered in blood.

He held the long sword transformed from spiritual energy in his hand and looked up at the countless flying blood evil souls in the sea of ​​blood in the sky.

"Break it for me!"

With a loud roar, Zhao Feilong used all his strength to slash a sword light towards the sea of ​​blood.

But just as he made a gap in the sea of ​​blood, the gap immediately returned to its original state.

Seeing this, the blood evil souls all laughed mockingly at Zhao Feilong.

"Hahaha, Zhao Feilong, you are trapped here, never want to get out!"

"You have killed millions of us with this sword, and now we will use our souls to trap you here forever until you are completely reduced to ashes!"

"Zhao Feilong, do you think you are great? If you have the ability, rush out of our place!"

…

Amidst the endless ridicule, Zhao Feilong finally showed a hint of weakness.

He crushed the spirit sword in his hand, collapsed heavily on the ground, raised his head and sighed:

"I never imagined that I, Zhao Feilong, had killed countless enemies throughout my military life, but in the end I was trapped in this dark place by the souls of these enemies!"

"Shame! What a shame!"

Boom!

Just when Zhao Feilong was desperate, a huge gap was suddenly opened in the endless sea of ​​blood.

Then the sea of ​​​​blood quickly separated and became smaller, as if it was being torn apart.

After just two or three breaths, the endless sea of ​​blood completely disappeared!

"Hiss! Who can make this sword?"

As a sword cultivator, Zhao Feilong could certainly feel the overwhelming power of the sword just now!

In his opinion, only the true swordsman in this world can display such terrifying sword intent!

As soon as his mind moved, Zhao Feilong saw a young boy's figure suddenly appear above the endless void.

He looked down at Zhao Feilong and said:

"Zhao Feilong, the blood evil soul has been broken. You can come out. There is an old friend who is still waiting to meet you!"

Zhao Feilong did not dare to disobey at all and said quickly:

"Yes, senior!"

…

In the small pavilion.

Ye Xuan raised the flask and took a sip of wine. With a faint smile in his eyes, he looked at Wei Qingfeng and said:

"alright."

"So fast?" Wei Qingfeng couldn't help but look excited, "Brother Ye Xuan, you are truly a genius!"

Before he could finish his words, a faint golden light suddenly flashed from the sword.

Then the golden light flew up and turned into the shadow of a tall man in mid-air.

As soon as he saw this man, Wei Qingfeng trembled violently all over and said excitedly:

"Teacher!"

After hearing Wei Qingfeng's voice, Zhao Feilong was at a loss for a moment, then looked at him excitedly and said:

"Qingfeng, it's you! Why have you become so old?"

Wei Qingfeng said with tears streaming down his face:

"Teacher, my disciple is now sixty-five years old, and it has been a full fifty-three years since he joined the army!"

"And my disciple has already become the God of War in Northern Xinjiang. He took over your mantle and successfully guarded the country's gates, keeping our Dragon Kingdom safe and sound for more than forty years!"

"That's right!" Zhao Feilong finally remembered everything. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that time flies so quickly, and my sword spirit has been trapped in the sword for so many years!"

"Yes!" Wei Qingfeng nodded, "My biggest long-cherished wish is to see you again and tell you that I have fulfilled my promise and guarded the northern border of our country!"

"Fortunately, with the help of little brother Ye Xuan today, I finally got what I wanted!"

Following Wei Qingfeng's gaze, Zhao Feilong looked at Ye Xuan.

After just one glance, Zhao Feilong trembled suddenly, fell to the ground quickly, knelt down on one knee, cupped his fist towards Ye Xuan and said:

"Senior indeed has an unparalleled temperament. I am so lucky to be able to see my true appearance!"

Ye Xuan, who was in the sword before, was just a thought, not a clear true form.

Therefore, Zhao Feilong could only see a rough idea.

But even so, Zhao Feilong at that time felt that Ye Xuan was definitely a peerless swordsman with unparalleled temperament!

Now I see the real person Ye Xuan, with jade-like features, flowing black hair, and starry eyes, he really looks like a living immortal.

Zhao Feilong couldn't help but feel frightened when he thought of the heaven-defying sword intent released by Ye Xuan. He only felt that he was very small in front of Ye Xuan.

Therefore, he only has endless awe and respect for Ye Xuan in his heart!

"hiss!"

Wei Yunqing did not expect that the majestic "Wanli Feilong" would kneel down to Ye Xuan. After being surprised, she couldn't help but ask:

"General Zhao, even if he rescues your sword spirit, you don't need to pay such a big gift, right?"

Zhao Feilong turned to look at her and felt that there was no trace of sword intent in her body, so he said in a slightly scolding tone:

"If you don't practice swordsmanship, you don't know how powerful your senior's sword intent is!"

"I, Zhao Feilong, can neither kneel to the sky nor the ground, but when facing my seniors, I cannot help but kneel!"

Hearing this, Wei Yunqing couldn't help but open her small mouth, but couldn't say another word.