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

The sun is blazing and there are no clouds in the sky!

Xueyue City Head!

The Great Lord Baili Dongjun stood at the top of the city with a rare anxious look on his face.

Sikong Changfeng, the Spear Immortal standing next to him, had his hands on the bluestone bricks at the top of the city with a sad look on his face.

"Hey, what should I do?"

Sikong Changfeng leaned on the railing and looked at it, his eyes full of sadness.

The Great Lord, with his hands behind his back, calmed down and looked at the mountain peak not far away:

————Wangjian Mountain!

After a moment of silence, he murmured in a low voice: "The only way now is to wait!"

"wait?"

"What are you waiting for?"

Baili Dongjun took a long breath, tried not to look at the three thousand snow dragon riders in the dark under the city with his peripheral vision, and said word by word:

"Waiting for the human Martial Saint to take action..."

"But...will he take action?"

Sikong Changfeng felt a little guilty, after all, if the current matter could not be handled well.

Xueyue City is very likely to face disaster!

"Facing the current situation, we can only hope that the human Martial Saint will take action..."

Behind them, dozens of armored soldiers stood on top of the city.

Under the city!

The thick and tall city gates are tightly closed, and the water in the moat is rippling, hiding murderous intent!

Chen Zhibao, the protector of the Northern Han Dynasty, stood with his spear at the side of Rizhu Plum Wine!

Under the scorching sun, there are still bursts of chill!

Behind him, there are three thousand snow dragon cavalry troops, all of them veterans of hundreds of battles in the Northern Han Dynasty!

All Xiaoyong are invincible, staring at the top of Xueyue City.

If Li Hanyi cannot leave the city to fight, the war is about to break out!

Xu Weixiong, wearing a bright red shirt and armor, rode under the city gate to ask for a sword!

But Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi was not seen leaving the city to return the gift.

The war horse under Xu Weixiong's crotch neighed, and the horse's front hooves kept stepping on the ground, as if it understood the master's thoughts.

Xu Weixiong, who held the horse's rein tightly with his right hand, could not wait for Li Hanyi to leave the city, and had exhausted his last trace of patience.

He pulled the horse's rein in his hand and turned the horse's head.

His eyes glanced in the direction of Wangjian Mountain for the last time.

The woman murmured: "Whatever Li Hanyi owes you, I will get it back for you."

"Xueyue City owes you, and the three thousand snow dragon riders will get it back for you!"

The words fell!

Just hear a loud roar!

Like thunder falling over Nine Heavens!

Rumble!

Wangjian Mountain, the tall mountain top like an inverted bucket, almost turned into powder at the moment of the violent explosion...

The monstrous Sword intent is so powerful that it has condensed into substance, like a huge stone falling into a deep pool!

With Wangjian Mountain as the center, an unparalleled Sword intent spreads out in all directions!

Within a few hundred feet around Wangjian Mountain!

The flying bird in the sky, slightly touched by Sword Qi, instantly turned into a ball of blood mist.

Wangjian Mountain is not too far from Xueyue City, but it cannot be called too close either!

Thousands of feet away!

The majestic energy that bursts out can also set off an air current thousands of feet away.

On the war horse, Xu Weixiong's face was dull, and the bright red skirt at his feet was lifted up by the wind and waves, and was swaying in the wind!

Looking at the tall mountain that had been leveled, Xu Weixiong's red lips were half-opened and he murmured for a long time.

Their faces were all filled with horror.

Is this the strength of the Martial Saint Realm?

It's probably too strong.

Such a tall mountain can be turned into powder in an instant.

If it were placed among thousands of troops, wouldn't it be...

Xu Weixiong didn't dare to think any more. He clenched the horse's reins tightly and was already sweating.

Because the gust of wind and waves carried by the monstrous Sword Intent could not shake the Snow Dragon Cavalry thousands of feet away!

But among the three thousand cavalry, several large and bright flags with the word "Xu" written on them were making a sound in the wind and waves.

Famous masters and generals should not keep themselves in prison, and thousands of troops should avoid white robes!

Chen Zhibao, a white-robed man holding a stick of plum wine, also looked at the mountain that had been flattened by the torrential weather.

His brows furrowed slightly and his eyelids twitched once or twice.

The hem of the white robe around his waist floated up and down again. The Protector of the Northern Han Dynasty deliberately suppressed the menacing waves.

Northern Cold Protector Chen Zhibao murmured, his eyes filled with horror and a bit of murderous intent.

"Is this the human Martial Saint who made the Second Princess infatuated?"

"Is this his true strength?"

As the most outstanding adopted son of King Xu Xiao of Northern Han, the Second Princess of Northern Han would have been his perfect match!

even…

As long as the Northern Han Crown Prince Xu Fengnian cannot shoulder the heavy burden, the Northern Han's 300,000 cavalry will have to change their names in the future!

My surname is Chen! Not Xu!

However, everything has changed since the one from Wangjian Mountain entered the Martial Saint Realm.

The second princess, Xu Weixiong, actually fell in love with that Martial Saint.

Even Northern Han King Xu Xiao looked at that person differently.

Not only Beihan, but also Liyang, Beimang, and even Datang wanted to offer an olive branch to this human Martial Saint.

This time Chen Zhibao led three thousand snow dragon riders to Xueyue City, following the orders of his adoptive father Xu Xiao:

Secondly, this white-robed soldier saint also really wants to see the Martial Saint of Wangjian Mountain with his own eyes!

Let’s see if he really has what it takes to take over that honor!

But when Chen Zhibao looked at Wangjian Mountain, his heart suddenly tightened!

The power of this immortal formation is too terrifying.

Is this the true strength of Martial Saint in the human world?

The plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand turned from green to purple, and the palm of his hand holding the gun was already sweating.

On the top of Xueyue City, because of the height we stand, we can see more clearly.

The Great Lord Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng clearly saw that on the top of Wangjian Mountain, Nuo Da's Stab Immortal Sword Formation was activated!

The majestic Sword Qi brought about by the activation of the sword array instantly condenses into tens of thousands of Flying Swords!

In the blink of an eye, the tall top of Jian Mountain was flattened.

Baili Dongjun put his hands on the bluestone brick wall and looked at the dust container in the distance, letting his beards be blown by the wind and waves and ignoring them.

"Is this the Immortal Sword Formation?"

As the three lords of Xueyue City, the Spear Immortal believed that he had seen a lot of the world and experienced countless sword formations.

But after seeing the power of the Immortal Sword Formation in front of him, he still couldn't help but click his tongue.

"This is the strength of Martial Saint in the world?"

Sikong Changfeng murmured at the corner of his mouth, as if talking to himself, and asked and answered himself:

"As expected of the Martial Saint on earth..."

"If Hanyi had been married to that person, why would we be where we are today!"

"As long as that person is willing to take action! Let alone three thousand Snow Dragon Cavalry, even thirty thousand or three hundred thousand Northern Han Iron Cavalry, I, Xue Yue City, are not afraid of them!"

The three Lords made fists with one hand and hit the city head hard!

a sidelong glance;

Except for dozens of bright red Xu Ziwang flags hunting in the wind, the three thousand snow dragon cavalry troops were rigorous and motionless!

The Jiuxian Baili Dongjun listened to the complaints of the three masters, his expression did not change.

He reached out and touched the wine bottle at his waist, but in the end he didn't pick it up.

Looking in the direction of Wangjian Mountain, he couldn't help but admire Qingcheng Mountain.

He whispered: "There are many people and many things that are beyond our control..."

While the two Xueyue City Lords were muttering, the faces of the dozens of Xueyue City soldiers behind them all lost color.

Poke the fairy sword formation!

More than just poking immortals?

With the power in front of me, even the Saint of the Great Dao might not be able to escape unscathed!

In Xueyue City, there is a courtyard specially prepared for Ye Ruoyi.

Because Ye Ruoyi liked green bamboo, Xueyue City specially planted a few clumps in her courtyard.

This is the time when the greenery is abundant.

At first, it was because Innate had a heart failure and was arranged by her father Ye Xiaoying to recuperate in Xueyue City.

But later, due to the influence of several authentic paintings by Ye Fan, the context was smoothed out.

Innate's stubborn illness also healed unconsciously.

Ye Ruoyi, who likes to wear bamboo green dresses, is currently riding two pocket flying swords in the courtyard, chasing butterflies in the bamboo bushes alone.

"Hey, don't run~"

"stop!"

The green plum and bamboo horse controlled by Ye Ruoyi, as well as the two pocket Flying Swords, were personally given to her by her brother Ye Fan.

This little girl cherishes the Flying Sword given by her brother very much and often keeps and stores the sword.

At this time, the two pocket Flying Swords are already Sword Embryo Returned to Origin.

Whenever Ye Ruoyi misses her sworn brother Ye Fan, she will sacrifice her two childhood sweethearts Flying Sword.

Either chasing butterflies or cutting thorny flowers and plants.

Even a person can have a great time.

Wearing an emerald green dress, she shuttled back and forth among the green bamboo bushes;

Laughter rippled back and forth.

A huge thunder sounded in the distance at Wangjian Mountain, completely shattering the peace in the small courtyard.

Ye Ruoyi, who was chasing the butterfly, was stunned because the source of the noise was from the direction of Wangjian Mountain!

"Brother Ye Fan!"

The little girl subconsciously exclaimed, and the two Flying Swords used to chase the butterflies also fell to the ground because they lost the traction of their masters.

Ye Ruoyi looked at the flattened Wangjian Mountain not far away, her eyes a little dull.

The cherry-like mouth murmured in a low voice: "Is Brother Ye Fan's strength already so terrifying?"

"Comparing Li Hanyi with his brother..."

"It seems too weak."

At the entrance of the small courtyard, Li Hanyi stood on the spot, staring blankly at the direction where the poke fairy sword array erupted.

His eyes were dull, and the expression on his face even showed a little panic involuntarily.

He thought to himself, if he faced the Immortal Stab Sword Formation set up by Ye Fan, he would probably turn into ashes in an instant!

What level of strength did that human Martial Saint reach?

For a moment, Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi felt a little ashamed of himself.

For a long time——

The little girl in green clothes recovered from the shock and seemed to notice that someone had entered her own Realm.

He immediately waved his sleeves and returned the two Flying Swords that fell to the ground into his sleeves.

then turned his head;

Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi was still looking at the mountains in the distance in a daze.

"Fairy Xueyue!"

Ye Ruoyi bowed and saluted, interrupting Li Hanyi's wild mood.

"Um?"

"Fairy, are you thinking about my brother?"

When asked this question, Li Hanyi's face showed a somewhat ashamed look.

But the shame quickly passed away, and he changed the subject and said, "Miss Ye, does she know that the Second Princess of Beihan and the Protector Chen Zhibao are leading an army of 3,000 snow dragon cavalry to attack Jian Xueyue City?"

The latter shook his head. Ye Ruoyi was mainly recovering from his injuries in Xueyue City. After recovering from his injuries, he spent most of his time practicing sword training in the small courtyard.

There is also the opportunity to watch my brother’s every move through the Truman mirror.

Ye Dianyi didn't care about anything outside the small courtyard.

Without waiting for Ye Ruoyi's reply, Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi continued to speak: "Now Xueyue City is facing a disaster. If Miss Ye can help..."

Ye Ruoyi said curiously: "Bei Han is going to war this time, probably because of the fairy."

0......Please give me flowers......

"How can I help?"

White clothes beat the snow, Li Hanyi lowered his eyebrows and said: "If we can ask the human Martial Saint to help, the siege of Xue'er City can be solved.

Ye Ruoyi raised her face and said with great interest: "If the fairy invites my brother, it will be more effective than me, right?"

"Why not go in person? It will show the sincerity of Xueyue City?"

Li Hanyi was speechless, his face remained unchanged, but there was a bit of disappointment hidden in his eyes.

Faced with this answer, Li Hanyi already knew it well;

It is obviously impossible to place hope on Ye Ruoyi and ask the human Martial Saint for help.

The Xue Yue Sword Immortal stopped staying, turned around, and left the courtyard.

Ye Ruoyi, who stayed in place, looked at the back of the white-clothed figure with curious eyes.

He unconsciously muttered in his heart, "Now that my brother's strength is far superior to that of Li Hanyi, is it possible for the two of them to have a relationship?"

While speaking, Ye Ruoyi took out two Flying Swords from her sleeves.

He leaned close to the red lips and took a breath, then wiped the dust from the ground with his sleeves.

There are two underground levels at the bottom of Tingchao Lake.

The second floor turned out to be the place where the old sword god Li Chungang was suppressed;

It's said to be suppression, but it's just the old sword god himself who created a prison.

This floor has been empty since the one-armed old man in sheepskin fur left Tingchao Pavilion and headed to Wangjian Mountain alone.

The first underground floor is a mourning hall in Prince Beihan's Mansion.

The first floor of Tingchao Pavilion;

Counselors Li Yishan and Xu Xiao each carried a pot of green ant wine;

Xu Xiao went ahead and opened the mourning hall door himself.

The two followed each other and walked into the darkness together.

Through the light of the hall, a staircase leading to the underground emerged in front of the two people.

After walking down for about sixty or seventy steps, the dark underground gradually became brighter.

The two of them had arrived at the mourning hall.

There are six luminous pearls inlaid around the hall.

The dim light from the night pearl illuminated the entire hall like a tomb.

The hall is filled with hundreds of spiritual tablets!

These are the spiritual tablets of the generals who died in Beihan.

In the center of the hall, there is a futon used for worship.

Northern Han King Xu Xiao looked at the spiritual tablets and felt a lot in his heart.

These are all meritorious generals in the Northern Han Army, and they all died in the world-famous Spring and Autumn War!

"One general's success will last forever!"

Li Yishan, the counselor carrying the green ant wine, looked at the spiritual tablets and sighed in his heart.

Li Yishan, who lives on the top floor of Tingchao Pavilion all year round, only leaves the attic on the day of sacrifice.

Along with Northern Han King Xu Xiao, we went down to the underground level to visit our old brothers from many years ago.

Li Yishan opened the wine cork and took a sip of Green Ant.

After coughing twice in succession, he said: "Everyone in the world knows that King Beihan is the biggest tycoon in the world, but many people don't know how a barbarian from the Northeast of Liaoning became the biggest king with a different surname in the Liyang Dynasty.

Xu Xiao, who was standing aside, also uncorked his wine and took a sip.

Holding a spiritual tablet with one hand, he smiled bitterly.

The counselor with the font name Nascent Soul looked at the hundreds of spiritual tablets in front of him, his eyes were a little red, and continued: "If those people can see these hundreds of spiritual tablets, it will be clear by comparison."

"If hundreds of people are willing to work wholeheartedly for you! Then you are just a useless idiot, but you can still dominate a party."

After saying that, Li Yishan smiled bitterly again, "What if these hundreds of people are all heroes?"

Xu Xiao listened to Li Yishan's words, with a slightly self-deprecating look on his face;

Holding a piece of spiritual tablet under his hand, Youshi said to himself: "Chen Cai!"

"This is Chen Zhibao's father. During the Liaoyuan War in Jinzhou, he exchanged his own life for my Xu Xiao's life!"

"If it weren't for him, the position of King of Northern Han and Dazhu Kingdom would belong to him."

As he spoke, Xu Xiao walked a few more steps and placed his right hand on another spiritual tablet, his voice hoarse.

"Zhao Changling was in Western Shu, only thirty miles away from the palace! Changling died of illness..."

"Thirty miles! Only thirty miles away!"

"He will be able to wipe out his entire family of faint kings of Xishu with his own hands!"

"Han Yu was not guilty of death. In order to improve military discipline, I personally chopped off his head..."

Xu Xiao walked step by step, chanting one spiritual tablet after another.

Every year he brings wine and comes to see these old brothers.

Talk to them and shed tears.

Each time, counselor Li Yishan followed him.

Two old guys over fifty years old were holding green ants in their hands, their eyes wet.

The two wine bags touched each other, and they drank a lot of wine.

Many years ago, someone once asked Xu Xiao.

Don’t you serve wine to old brothers who visit you in the past?

Xu Xiao smiled heartily: "No need, only this guy is alive."

"What kind of wine are you serving? No one can drink this stuff..."

Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!

Today's green ants, Li Yishan, who was already weak, drank hard.

Violent coughing began to echo in the mourning hall.

Xu Xiao patted Li Yishan on the shoulder and comforted him: "You know you can't drink too much, so don't drink in such a hurry."

With his face illuminated by the night pearl, Li Yishan looked even more bleak and laughed at himself: "Who knows how many more times I can drink?"

"Drink once and earn once."

Xu Xiao smiled bitterly, not knowing how to respond.

He could only change the subject and said: "Have you ever seen the Truman mirror scene today?"