Fantasy: Quietly draw your sword a hundred thousand times, and emerge as a swordsman

However it didn't work.

Nothing works!

Just like cutting tofu with a knife, the more than ten spells thrown by the three black-robed men in the blink of an eye, under this sword, everything was crushed and destroyed, and they couldn't resist it at all!

Destroy!Unstoppable! !

Puff puff!

There were three muffled sounds in succession!

Under this sword, the three men in black robes were directly annihilated into three balls of blood mist!

And this half-moon-shaped black sword light, after easily crushing and killing these three people, pushed forward again for hundreds of feet, and then gradually dissipated.

Xu Tian stood on the ground, his black hair blown by the strong wind.

"Is this the power of Crescent Sky Chong?"

To be honest, even he was a little surprised by the power of this sword.

It feels much stronger than the peak swords that Zhao Ming made when he returned to the light.

The next moment, Xu Tian used the seven steps to step on the sky, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the main hall of the Ninth Peak.

"Father! Hold on!!"

Perhaps it was because Zhao Ming finally let go of the breath he forcibly held when he saw the three members of the Giant Demon Sect being beheaded by Xu Tian.

His vitality began to disappear quickly, and his whole body was filled with a strong sense of death.

He was slumped in a wheelchair, and his consciousness had already begun to lose consciousness.

Zhao Wan'er held Zhao Ming's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face, and her crying was heartbreaking.

Seeing Xu Tian fall, Zhao Wan'er knelt down towards Xu Tian with a 'bang' as if seeing a life-saving straw.

Bang bang bang!

She kowtowed vigorously and said:

"Senior! I beg you to save my father! I would like to be a cow and a horse for you in the next life to repay your kindness! Please!"

Seeing this, Xu Tian couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Everyone is born, old, sick and dies, but sooner or later, why are you so obsessed with it?"

Shaking his head, Xu Tian took out a longan-sized pill from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Wan'er.

"This pill can last his life for three years, but after three years, it will be difficult for the immortals to save him. You should think about it carefully."

No matter how you say it, whether it's Zhao Ming or Zhao Wan'er, he is the only one who treats him sincerely in this Changhe Sword Sect.

If he doesn't have the black jade intermittent pill, then that's all.

If there are, if you can help them, then let them help you.

"Three years?"

Zhao Wan'er was startled when she heard the words, then gritted her teeth and said:

"Three years is enough! There will always be more opportunities!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Wan'er solemnly took the Black Jade Intermittent Pill, and carefully stuffed it into Zhao Ming's mouth.

The next moment, something miraculous happened.

Real Zhao Ming, who was originally pale, had a blush on his cheeks.

He, who was already filled with death, gradually became more angry.

puff puff.

In Zhao Ming's chest cavity, there was a strong beating sound of the heart.

Seeing this, Zhao Wan'er immediately turned her grief into joy, she couldn't believe it, and she wept with joy.

"Huh? Someone came?"

Xu Tian raised his brows, and suddenly sensed that there were two powerful auras from the Eighth Layer of the Divine Sea coming from afar.

It should be the two peak masters who are in charge of guarding the Changhe Sword Sect.

boom!

The next moment, Xu Tian stomped his feet, performed the seven steps of stepping on the sky, and disappeared in the hall in an instant.

"Grandfather..."

Zhao Wan'er turned her head, just about to say some words of thanks, but found that Xu Tian, ​​who was standing in front of her just now, had gone nowhere.

She was startled when she saw this, and then took a deep look in the direction Xu Tian was leaving.

shhhhh!

Not long after, two peak masters from the eighth layer of the Shenhai arrived.

They glanced at the ruins of the Ninth Peak Hall, obviously having experienced a fierce battle, their expressions couldn't help but change.

"What happened?"

The two asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Wan'er didn't reply, but stared at Zhao Ming closely.

Zhao Ming's eyelids twitched, and then he woke up leisurely.

"Wan'er, I, am I not dead?"

Zhao Ming said in a daze.

"Daddy, are you awake?! It was the mysterious senior who killed the three members of the Giant Demon Sect just now who saved you!"

Zhao Wan'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and quickly helped Zhao Ming sit up.

Zhao Ming was startled when he heard this.

Did this person kill the three members of the Giant Demon Sect and save him?

This is equivalent to saving his life twice!

"Wan'er, did you ask the name of this benefactor just now?" Daoist Zhao Ming asked.

Hearing this, Zhao Wan'er also said with some regret: "Father, this senior left before I had time to ask."

"Is that so."

Master Zhao Ming nodded.

But he also understood that even if he asked, this person would definitely not say anything, otherwise he would not have appeared under cover.

"who are you?"

At this moment, Master Zhao Ming was full of doubts and let out a wry smile.

.....

And the other side.

Xu Tian has already returned to Siguo Cliff.

"call...."

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Xu Tian stopped the operation of the technique of restraining breath, revealing his true colors.

"Shouldn't it be revealed?"

Muttering to himself, Xu Tian carefully recalled the details of his attack before, and after making sure that there were no traces, he stopped thinking about it, sat down cross-legged, and began to experience the feeling brought about by this fight. .

Chapter 20

The next day.

Xu Tian was sitting cross-legged, exhaling spiritual energy, when he suddenly felt a strange movement in his arms.

He saw that the little milk cat that he rescued yesterday had slipped into his arms at some unknown time.

The little milk cat seemed to be sleeping soundly, and noticed Xu Tian's subtle movements, and gently nuzzled him in his arms with his nose.

"Huh? Come back to life? You kitty, you are lucky."

Xu Tian opened his eyes and looked, couldn't help but smiled, picked up the little milk cat by the neck, and put it aside.

"Okay, you continue to sleep, it's time for me to practice."

Xu Tian stood up and stretched, feeling refreshed for a while.

Speaking of the battle last night, he also benefited a lot after he experienced it carefully.

Today, the morning glow is rising in the east, and the winter snow is gradually melting, which is a good weather.

The water mist condenses into dewdrops on the grass blades, and a green mantis is slowly lurking, trying to kill the black caterpillar in front of it.

Let's chirp.

A big white boot kicked hard, crushing the praying mantis and caterpillar together.

Xu Tian stepped forward to the top of Siguoya Mountain, stretched out his hand to draw the iron sword, and began to draw the sword day after day.

Pressure!

As Xu Tian grasped the hilt of the sword, all the energy between the heaven and the earth seemed to be hidden in the scabbard, contained but not emitted.

Show off!

The one-inch sword blade was unsheathed, and the dazzling cold light reflected the sunlight, hurting people's eyes!

Xu Tian slowly drew out his sword and swiped, the air seemed to be cut in half.

This feeling is like practicing swords in water. Every time Xu Tian slashed his sword, it would cause a burst of void to sway.

What Xu Tian didn't discover was that.

The little milk cat on the side woke up slowly, frowning in a very humane way, as if annoyed at Xu Tian for waking it up.

But when it noticed that Xu Tian was practicing his sword, his expression gradually changed from casual to round eyes, wide open like a copper bell.

This, this, this...

This guy has something!

In an instant, the little milk cat who originally planned to leave changed his mind, lying on the side, and watched quietly.

The more you look at it, the more splendor it sees in its eyes.

......

at the same time.

Donghuang, the place where the kendo event is held.

Zhuang Changhe, the lord of the Changhe Sword Sect, led ten elite disciples headed by Zhuang Mingzhu, and sat in the rest area assigned to them by the kendo festival.

Several people were originally analyzing some other sects' arrogance, which ones would become strong opponents.

Zhuang Changhe's face was a little heavy.

Apparently, the trip to the Eastern Wilderness Sword Festival was not going well.

Only after he came did he realize that the Saintess Zhuang Mingzhu, whom he had placed high hopes on, was just the most unremarkable one among all the arrogances of the various sects who came here to participate in the Eastern Wilderness Sword Dao event.

There are too many talents gathered here!

at this time.

"Report! Sovereign, there is a flying book from the sect!"

A peak owner walked quickly.

"Oh? Did something happen in Zongnei?"

Zhuang Changhe frowned.

I saw that the peak master's face was a little ugly and said: "Sovereign, the sect was attacked! The remnants of the giant demon sect killed the sect last night!"