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

next moment.

The entire Changhe Sword Sect is boiling!

"One sword in seconds! My God, what did I see! Someone killed two Golden Bridge realms with one sword?!"

"Is the person who released the sword just now the mysterious disciple of my Sword Sect? Too strong!!"

"Sigh softly, kill with a sword. Is this the demeanor of a boss? Kneel down!"

"Hahahaha, is our Changhe Sword Sect also a strong man at the Golden Bridge level? I don't know why, but I feel like I'm getting stronger right away!"

"Although I don't know who this boss is, I, Zhang Yidan, would like to call you the strongest sword sect!"

"I'm the one who doubted the identity of this strong man before, so I'm going to find a cesspool to dive in!"

All the Changhe Sword Sect disciples were cheering.

The sense of joy of surviving after the catastrophe brought smiles to every disciple's face.

The stone hanging in their throats finally fell.

Among them, the bright pearl of Saintess Zhuang had a pair of beautiful eyes that shone with splendor.

The more arrogant a person is, the more he worships the strong.

Zhuang Mingzhu is no exception.

She was still unconvinced and competitive towards Xu Tian, ​​but now, these thoughts have all turned into admiration.

"Brother, isn't it really you?"

Zhao Wan'er was in a daze.

This time she observed carefully, and under the threat of extinction, almost all the disciples of the entire sect ran out.

but!

Only...Xu Tian is not here!

Zhao Wan'er let out a long breath, suddenly thought of something, and smiled freely.

"Forget it, it's not important, I just need to know that Xu Tian is my senior brother."

......

In the suzerain hall, Zhuang Changhe and the nine peak masters also let out a long breath, with joy on their faces.

Unexpectedly, this crisis was overcome in this way.

Not only was their Sword Sect okay, but the few of them also gained something when Xu Tian slashed out with that sword.

Everyone has improved a lot in the realm of kendo.

This is the power of sword intent.

For those with strong sword intent, the sword that they slash casually, or even the sword marks left by a slash, all contain strong principles of swordsmanship.

As long as the sword cultivator goes to observe, according to the level of talent of each person, more or less can gain something.

It is precisely because of this that countless people are willing to kneel at the door of the Juggernaut, even if they become an attendant.

What's more, Xu Tian is not in the realm of sword intent, but the owner of the supreme sword heart!

"Zhao Ming! The one who made the move just now should be the mysterious man from a year ago, right? Didn't you say that he is Shenhai Yae? This is obviously at least in the middle of the Golden Bridge, okay?"

Zhuang Changhe turned his head to look at Zhao Ming, and said with a strange expression.

Is this Shenhai Eightfold?

Can your Shenhai Yachong kill the two Golden Bridge Realm with one sword?

Zhao Ming nodded and said, "That's right, the breath of the sword just now is exactly the same as the mysterious disciple who rescued me a year ago, it should be the same person."

Having said that, Zhao Ming touched his nose, smiled wryly and continued:

"As for why this mysterious disciple suddenly became so strong, there should be two possibilities.

Either he hid his cultivation a year ago, or... In just one year, he was promoted from the eighth layer of Shenhai to the middle section of the Golden Bridge! "

After saying that, Zhao Ming shook his head. He didn't even believe the second possibility.

In one year, it is as difficult as ascending to the ninth level of Shenhai from the eighth level of Shenhai.

Let alone the middle section of the Golden Bridge?

Impossible things are okay!

"Okay, we can't speculate on these." Zhuang Changhe waved his hands indifferently, then cast a sideways glance at Zhao Ming and said, "Why do you still call him a disciple?"

"what?"

Zhao Ming was taken aback when he heard the words, scratched the back of his head and asked in confusion, "What's that called?"

Zhuang Changhe flicked his sleeves, straightened his chest, and said loudly with a righteous face: "The master on the road of cultivation is a teacher, so naturally he should be called senior!"

Zhao Ming was speechless.

Hey, that's not what you said before, when someone in the Divine Sea Realm is lower than you.

You call him a disciple!

Now that he is in the Golden Bridge Realm, why don't you immediately change your name to Senior?

Also, can your voice be louder?Are you afraid that people won't hear you?

Ha~tui!

shameless! .

Chapter 32

Thinking about the cliff.

at the top of the mountain.

The place where Xu Tian often sits cross-legged, the little milk cat Heitan is lying here with a lazy face,

Its two fluffy, fleshy short hands are stacked up and down in front of it, its round head hangs on the two short hands, its eyes look down, and there is a long river of cheers and admiration for Xu Tian. A disciple of Jianzong.

I have to say that even though the little milk cat is often angry with Xu Tian and pulls her body to see if she has the hateful behavior of a little JJ, no, it is a damn behavior!

But he had to admit in his heart that Xu Tian deserved this honor.

She watched helplessly.

When others are eating, drinking and having fun, he is cultivating.

When others are sensual, he is practicing.

When others are chatting with friends, he is practicing.

Apart from teasing her every day, Xu Tian is practicing almost all the time!

He is like a tireless monster, without friends, without a partner, closing everything to himself.

Like the ascetic monk walking alone in the desert, he walked silently without saying a word.

Then quietly, I climbed over one mountain after another, and surpassed one person after another.

When they suddenly woke up and looked again, Xu Tian had reached the top of the mountain at some point.

"This kind of perseverance... Well, I don't know where this guy came from."

The little milk cat Heitan muttered.

For some reason, looking at the various disciples of the Changhe Sword Sect who guessed Xu Tian's identity, she felt a little dark in her heart.

It's the dark coolness of the only witness on Xu Tian's journey to become stronger.

You don't know who he is, do you?

You don't know how he became stronger, do you?

Hmph, as far as I know!

Of course, in fact, the little milk cat doesn't know either, she just often sees that when Xu Tian draws his sword, he breaks through the realm.

She can only put it down to talent.

The little milk cat continued to look down, Xu Tian left temporarily, and she could only pass the time like this.

When she saw some female disciples discussing Xu Tian, ​​their eyes kept flickering, as if she wished to find Xu Tian to marry him immediately, she frowned.

Feeling inexplicably sour in my heart, I thought:

"What are these rouge vulgar fans for? Oh, woman, it will only affect the speed of drawing the sword!"

.....

.....

at the same time.

above a high altitude.

Xu Tian didn't delay at all, and performed the seven steps of stepping on the sky. Every step he took, it was as if the ground shrank into an inch, and the ground under his feet seemed to be shrinking.

One step away, it is thousands of miles away.

In just two or three hours, Xu Tian reached the easternmost part of Donghuang, the coast of the East China Sea.

According to his understanding, this is where the Moon Worship Sect is located.

And when he got here, he didn't need to look for it at all. The three crescent moon silver hooks he placed in the system space, like baby swallows returning to their nests, couldn't wait to move towards a valley not far away. fly away.

It's just because in the system space, I can only sprint in place non-stop.

"Is it there?"

With a flash of light in Xu Tian's eyes, he directly took out the three crescent moon silver hooks, and according to their guidance, quickly swept towards the valley.

In this battle, he just wanted a quick victory!

The sooner the better!

.......

.......

in the valley.

The Moon Worship Sect, which traversed the Eastern Desolation for a while, is here.

At this time, in the depths of the valley, in a dark palace filled with miasma.

The leader of worshiping the moon sat cross-legged, exhaling.

In front of him, there was a crowded iron cage.

Ordinary fishermen from some nearby fishing villages were imprisoned in the cage.

Following the Moon Worship Master's deep breath, these ordinary fishermen suddenly seemed to be suffocating, pinching their own necks, with bulging veins on their foreheads, and their expressions were extremely painful.

A stream of blood and essence shot towards the Moon Worshiper, and he sucked it into his belly like a long whale sucking water.

As for these ordinary fishermen, their flesh and blood shriveled immediately, their skin turned black, and they turned into mummified corpses.

"The quality of the recent blood food is getting worse and worse."

Shaking his head, the Lord of Worshiping the Moon frowned slightly.

Suddenly, he frowned, looked into the distance and said:

"Huh? The breath of Yinyue hook? Could it be that Cang Nai and Ming Zhen came back after completing their mission?"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the face of the worship leader of the moon.

But then, he frowned again.

"Wait! The breath of Yinyue Crook is correct, but the breath of Cang Nai and Ming Zhen is wrong!"

"The people who came are not Cang Nai and Ming Zhen!"

The next moment, he stood up abruptly!