Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 1579. Chapter 1579

What fell from the sky was not the bright sun, nor a certain star, but a knife!

All the players at the scene were playing with knives, but at the same time they were frightened by a knife. The tea party hadn’t started yet, but they slapped these knives with a big slap in the face.

Swish!

What is even more frightening is that the fallen knife on the statue of the sage on the stone pillar shattered the will of the knife guest.

But for a while, the thousands of stone pillars became slick, the night hung upside down, and the wonder of the stars like lamps also disappeared at the same time.

The sun is shining, the big day reappears, and it is scorching down.

But the heart of the knife-sitter at the scene did not warm up, his heart was as cold as water, and cold sweat was flowing. Some of the knives at the outermost edge even trembled, and couldn’t believe that there were such strong knives in the world.

Inside the villa, in a quiet study room, Wu Xiaotian’s heart trembled fiercely.

Putting down the ancient book in his hand, he raised his head and looked at the unknown starry sky, one thousand meters, ten thousand meters, one hundred thousand meters, one million meters… ten thousand meters away, he finally saw it.

In the dazzling starry sky, boundless, there was a black chariot rushing madly.

In the dark night, in the starry sky, in this endless universe, it seemed ordinary. But in Wu Xiaotian’s eyes, it was not a carriage, nor a person, but a knife that pierced the sky.

Not flying to the Heavenly Sword Inn, nor to the thousands of swordsmen in the central square, but to Wu Xiaotian, the king of swordsmen!

Click!

Unable to suppress the turbulent emotions in my heart, the ancient book in my hand broke into pieces, turned into fragments, and danced wildly in the study.

Sunlight came in through the window, and the house was full of confetti, like white snow, falling down.

Wu Xiaotian’s head was covered with black hair. I don’t know when, he turned white, and he was several hundred years old.

He knew that from the moment he saw that person, he was no longer the king of swords. Although the opponent’s cultivation base is not as good as him, the achievement on the sword path has completely surpassed him.

Mu Ran looked back for a moment, letting Baixue dye the blue silk. All senses go by the flowing water, and the name floats with the cloud.

Wu Xiaotian, a generation of sword king, can afford to put it down, without any nostalgia or grievances.

“I haven’t seen it in five years, and I really took another path. It’s not worth my time. I was fighting with my fate.” Wu Xiaotian smiled sadly and sat down again without saying anything.

Even other supreme lords could not see through the real identity of Xiao Chen after disguising, but Wu Xiaotian, who was the King of Swords, would recognize him at first sight no matter how Xiao Chen concealed it.

The king of swords recognizes people, not the face, or the sword, but only the heart, and the heart of the swordsman.

Wu Xiaotian could put it down and watch, but the many new-generation swordsmen on the stone pillars of the central square were all arrogant and shocking. How could they be convinced.

“Brother Wen, what’s going on, whose knife?”

Looking at the shimmering blade, after calming down, many people asked Wen Ziran.

Some swordsmen present were suspicious. A small number of those who had seen this knife had already recognized it, but they were not sure yet.

Wen Ziran had seen this knife and was still impressed. He recognized it at first glance. Surprised first, then surprise, Wuying Knife King finally did not break the appointment.

But looking at the face of the swordsman present, he complained in his heart, the shadowless sword king playing a bit too big.

Faced with the questioning of many swordsmen, he had to answer, and was silent for a long time, Wen Ziran whispered: “It’s the sword of the Shadowless Sword King!”

“It’s really him!”

“I guessed it. This is his arrogance blade. I have seen it once.”

“It’s so grandiose, if you come or not, what do you mean now? It doesn’t put us in the eyes at all!”

The swordsman on the stone pillar buzzed and immediately exploded. The dissatisfaction in the words was very obvious.

But this is also normal. Anyone sitting on a stone pillar will feel uncomfortable. The face slap was not done like this, the sage’s will was shaken away, and even the ancestor’s face was slapped again.

In fact, this is really a big misunderstanding, Xiao Chen just wanted to be on time for the appointment.

For many years, he hadn’t concentrated all his sword intent on one blade. This was the only way he could think of going to the appointment on time.

The swordsman’s sword can represent the swordsman himself, no matter from which aspect, going to the meeting with a sword makes sense.

It was not his original intention to shake the will of the sage swordsman. It was not his intention to concentrate all his sword intent, and the blade of arrogance could not fall so far away.

The earth-shattering changes made the whole scene full of noise, and no one thought that there would be such a show at the tea party.

Wen Ziran felt a little helpless. After waving his hand to stop the clamor, he said in a deep voice: “Just be quiet, the Shadowless Knife King has personally handed over the invitation. It is not a missed appointment to go to the meeting with a knife. Don’t argue about this. If anyone refuses to accept it, go. Just cut off his knife on the platform.”

The black stone pillar is the forum for this tea party. As long as you occupy it, you have to accept other people’s challenges.

No one has ever occupied this black stone pillar, that’s why.

“The Shadowless Knife King, you have objections.”

Wen Ziran looked at the arrogant blade on the stone pillar and asked.

“No sense.”

Wow!

Above the stone pillar, the dust condensed and turned into an ordinary figure, stretched out his hand to pull out the blade of arrogance, and said calmly.

Xiao Chen in the chariot, burning most of his mana over a distance of millions of miles, finally used his weapon as a soldier.

Such a scene shook other people, why suddenly there was another clone.

“I encountered some trivial things on the road, and the deity couldn’t attend the meeting on time. He could only go to the meeting with a knife, and use some side-door trails to condense the half-deity avatar to discuss the Tao. I apologize to you for the disrespect.”

The avatar held the knife, arched his hands and said to the Quartet.

Some people sneered their noses and said they were hypocritical, while others nodded secretly. This Shadowless Sword King was rather humble.

“Are you really the Shadowless Knife King?”

Among the thirty-six stone pillars at the innermost side, one person stood up, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and asked aggressively.

“Such as fake replacement, the knife in your hand can prove it.”

“Okay, then I, Xu Zilan, will meet you today.

Xu Zilan’s voice fell, and without hesitation, he directly killed Xiao Chen’s avatar who had gathered for the soldiers.

Everyone immediately held their breath and watched seriously, not talking. Although Xu Zilan is not the top ten swordsmen of the new generation, he is also a similar figure. Being able to have an extra place among the innermost thirty-six stone pillars is very remarkable in itself.

The two figures fought quickly.

Lights and shadows flicker, changing shapes and shadows. Xu Zilan is known for his fast knives. Xiao Chen observed its characteristics so that he can play fast.

On the narrow stone pillars, the Yulong Jue moved around, changing in every possible way, after ten moves.

The two figures separated, Xu Zilan’s face was pale, and an extra knife was held on his neck, which made him afraid to move.

“I lost.”

It was said that it was ten strokes, but the two played fast, ten strokes were only a breath away, and some swordsmen did not even understand how Xu Zilan was defeated.

Only the real master saw the love cut, Xu Zilan’s defeat was extremely miserable, all ten strokes were defeated, every time a knife was cut, there was an extra wound on his body, and after the ten strokes, even the vital points could not be defended.

In the future, I am afraid that Xu Zilan would never dare to claim himself with a sharp knife anymore.

“Accepted, you are fast enough to shoot, but there is still a lack of a body technique. The body technique does not have to be top-level, but it must be suitable for yourself, because everyone’s body is different, so don’t mind when the realm is low. But realm Once you are high, you must find the right body method that suits your body. There is really no way to adapt or create a new one.”

Xiao Chen arched his hands and said.

Xu Zilan thoughtfully, some of the questions seemed to be cleared up. After a while, he said, “Thank you very much.”

Suddenly, the scene became quieter, and everyone felt a little bit different from people on the same level as Wuying Knife King.

Although the aura on this person was obviously not the emperor’s aura, among the emperor’s prestige, there was no emperor’s aura that was unique to the emperor.

But it just happens to have this feeling, above the sword, and he is not at the same level.

“I come!”

After a long silence, Ghost Blade Zhao Feng got up and made this difficult decision.

“Count me torture!”

Previously used the topic of Shadowless Sword King to condemn Wen Ziran’s Xingfeng, and it was also at this time that he stood up. It’s just that the arrogance in his eyes has already converged and become solemn.

The two new generations of sword kings, at the same time, seem to be a little out of compliance.

But no one seems to think there is something wrong, just because the person who wants to fight is the shadowless sword king!