Shushan signed in for 3000 years, leaving the land sword fairy

But everyone was powerless to refute, because the Qingyun Sword Sect was indeed powerful, and they only sent one Wulong who was in the tribulation period, and defeated their three masters. Even the suzerain Zhao Xiaotian never expected such a miserable result!

"A mere Qingyun faction, dare to laugh at me that there is no one in Shushan?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

Before everyone could react, the sky within a range of hundreds of miles was sliced ​​open by a sword. The sword light was dazzling, and with the momentum of thunder, it slashed towards Ye Lingyun and others head-on.

This sword, like the strike of a high-ranking god, has the power to open up the world.

Chapter 101 Sword Saint Yan Nantian

Open the sky with one sword!

The sword intent surged endlessly, the void shattered, the earth shook, and the entire Shu Mountain trembled.

"what……"

Ye Lingyun's face suddenly changed, and Wu Long and other elders of the Qingyun Sword Sect tensed up, feeling the terrible pressure of suffocation.

With them as the center, the ground continued to collapse and descend, and it sank more than three feet.

The sword hadn't really landed yet, but it made them dignified, as if they were facing an enemy!

"Let's start together."

Wulong and the others looked at the horrific sword light that fell, each of them mobilized their spiritual power and tried their best to strike out a sword.

A total of ten sword lights, each as thick as a mountain, can easily obliterate mountains, rivers and oceans!

boom!

But in the next second, including Wulong and others, all the full-strength blows of the top ten powerhouses in the Transcending Tribulation Period all dimmed and collapsed in front of the sword light that opened up the world, just like the gap between a firefly and a bright moon.

bang, bang...

The swords of Wulong and the others shattered at the sound, and each of them vomited blood as if they had been hit hard.

Under the endless sword light, Wulong and other ten strong men's limbs and skeletons became extremely heavy, as if mountains were pressing on their bodies, and they were heavily pressed to the ground, not to mention standing up, even You can't even move your fingers.

"This……"

"how is this possible!"

Wulong's face was full of fear, struggling and roaring unwillingly, his disheveled look, where was the gesture of staring at all directions just now?

This sudden strike has suppressed Wulong and other ten strong members of the Qingyun Sword Sect to the ground. Its power is simply unimaginable.

Moreover, anyone could tell that this sword did not contain murderous intent, otherwise Wulong and the others would surely die!

"Wow..."

Seeing this astonishing scene, the dejected Shushan elders all let out incredible exclamations.

"Could it be... Uncle?"

Suzerain Zhao Xiaotian suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Demon Locking Tower. Except for his mysterious and unpredictable uncle, he really couldn't think of anyone else in this world who could suppress the ten strong men in the Tribulation Period with a single sword!

"It was the senior swordsman, he definitely made the move."

"Eighty years have passed, and Senior Sword Cultivator is still alive, and he has become stronger!"

Zhenwu Elder Lin Mu, looking at the earth-shattering sword, was extremely excited and said loudly.

"The rumors are true. There is indeed a strong swordsman sitting in Shushan Mountain."

Ye Lingyun, the deputy head of the Qingyun Sword Sect, said to himself with a solemn expression.He had heard about the fact that there was a mysterious swordsman standing in Shu Mountain, but he didn't take it seriously when he came.

But now it seems that this mysterious Shushan strong man suppressed Wulong and other ten strong men in the tribulation period with one sword, and his strength is really unfathomable.

"I've heard for a long time that there are top swordsmen in Shu Mountain. Today, I, Ye Lingyun, represent the Qingyun Sword Sect to learn."

As the words fell, Ye Lingyun finally couldn't help but make a move.

As the deputy suzerain of the Qingyun Sword Sect, Ye Lingyun's strength is still higher than that of Wulong and others, and he has a profound realm of crossing the second level of tribulation.

He clenched his five fingers tightly, and a golden divine sword appeared out of thin air, and an astonishingly surging chill pervaded all directions, making Zhao Xiaotian and others' hearts jump instantly.

"The sword of Qingyun Sword School's Zhenzong, the best Taoist sword, the Tai'a Sword!"

Suddenly, Zhenwu Elder Lin Mu exclaimed and said.He recognized the divine sword in Ye Lingyun's hand, which is the treasure of the Qingyun Sword Sect that has been handed down for tens of thousands of years, and it is even comparable to the purple and blue swords of Shushan!

"That's right, this is Tai'a Sword."

Holding the Tai'a Sword in his hand, Ye Lingyun's spiritual power surged out violently, and with just one step, the entire Shu Mountain trembled violently.

His black hair was flying, his face was full of solemnity, and he swept his sword towards the sword light that suppressed Wulong and others.

With the Tai'a sword in hand, Ye Lingyun was confident that even a strong man of the same level or even the third level of Transcending Tribulation was still no match for him.

But he overestimated himself, and even underestimated the sword light that Zhao Fan slashed through the endless void.

boom……

In the next second, the sword lights of Tai'a Sword and Zhao Fan collided, trembling violently.

Ye Lingyun went all out, and the sword that contained his lifelong swordsmanship was still unable to cut through the sword light that suppressed Wulong and others. Instead, he was shocked by a huge force and staggered back. On the hard ground, leaving Clearly visible shoe prints.

"This is impossible."

Ye Lingyun's face was full of horror, he was a strong man on the second floor of the tribulation, and he couldn't imagine that he could not smash the opponent's sword light with the Tai'a sword.

"At this point, we can only use the last resort."

Seeing that he couldn't shake it, Ye Lingyun didn't feel depressed, but directly crushed a jade talisman prepared in advance.

boom!

As the jade talisman shattered, an astonishing energy expanded and opened, the void cracked, and a clearly visible portal appeared!

"This is……"

Seeing this scene, the suzerain Zhao Xiaotian and the others all had serious expressions on their faces. Ye Lingyun actually opened the teleportation portal. Could it be that he wanted to summon a certain top expert from Qingyun Sword Sect?

"Respectfully invite the ancestor to show up!"

Ye Lingyun looked respectful, half kneeling on the ground, and said loudly.

As soon as his words fell, the space portal suddenly trembled, and an old and tall figure walked steadily through it, appearing in everyone's eyes.

This is an old man, wearing a blue long robe, with a beard all over his face, and his eyes are full of energy. His whole body is filled with an irresistible aura of swordsmanship.

Keng, Keng...

With his appearance, everyone's swords in the field were pulled by some invisible force, bursting out with the clear and powerful sword sound, and gathered in the midair, forming an unimaginable torrent!

Thousands of swords blew together, and the sword energy traveled for hundreds of miles and thousands of miles, and the entire Shu Mountain trembled and roared.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, proudly standing in the void, just like the incarnation of the swordsmanship of the heavens, making Wanjian submit, and making the world and the world eclipse.

puff, puff...

Up and down Mount Shu, elders and disciples one after another couldn't bear the breath emanating from the old man, and they kept falling into a coma. Even the powerful senior elders in the fusion stage felt a sense of suffocation.

Only the suzerain Zhao Xiaotian and a few others could barely maintain a trace of composure, but their faces were all pale.

"Thousands of swords screamed and surrendered. What is the highest realm of swordsmanship? Who is this person?"

Elder Zhenwu Lin Mu looked at the old figure and said in a trembling voice.

"This powerful swordsmanship, and his appearance..."

"I see, he is the ancestor of the Qingyun Sword Sect more than 1000 years ago, Yan Nantian known as the Sword Master!"

"He's still alive!"

At this moment, the Patriarch Datang, who was seriously injured, suddenly cried out in horror.He has survived for nearly a thousand years, has a wealth of experience and knowledge, and recognized the identity of this person at a glance.

"The patriarch of the Qingyun School more than 1000 years ago, the Sword Saint Yan Nantian!"

"how can that be……"

Suzerain Zhao Xiaotian's face suddenly became ugly when he heard the words. He didn't expect that the Qingyun Sword Sect still has such a foundation, and it actually hides the top experts from more than 1000 years ago.

You know, the aura of heaven and earth hadn't recovered back then, but the Sword Saint Yan Nantian was a peerless immortal cultivator who used the way of swords to traverse the Middle Earth 1000 years ago. How strong!

No wonder Ye Lingyun and the others didn't surrender. It turned out that they had such a terrifying backhand.

Chapter 102 This Sword, 2000 Years of Kung Fu, Can You Stop It?

"What a strong sword intent."

"It's worth the old man personally."

Sword Saint Yan Nantian stood with his hands behind his back. When his eyes swept over the suppressed Wulong and the others, he changed slightly, and a rare look of shock flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"break!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately flicked his fingers, unsheathed like a divine sword. A sword intent like a silk thread cut through layers of void, and hit heavily on the golden sword light.

The two completely different sword intents collided violently, erupting a heat wave like a Yamamoto tsunami, and finally dissipated at the same time.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for saving me."

When Wulong and others regained their freedom, they were all overjoyed and bowed respectfully to the sword sage Yan Nantian.

"You step back."

After speaking to them, Sword Saint Yan Nantian raised his head, his eyes suddenly became fierce, ignoring the void, he seemed to see Zhao Fan sitting in the demon lock tower, and said loudly: "Yan Nantian of Qingyun Sword Sect, specially came to Come to experience the Shushan swordsmanship."

"I also ask fellow Taoists in Shushan to give me some advice."

As the words fell, his figure became stalwart, and thousands of swords roared and hovered above his head, like a real swordsman saint, that amazing aura shook the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles!

This is a strong swordsman, even if Ye Lingyun and others add up, they can't compare to one of his fingers.

"Crossing the fourth floor of the tribulation."

"As expected of an old monster that has survived for more than 1000 years, it actually has a cultivation level not weaker than mine."

Inside the Demon Locking Tower, Zhao Fan saw through Yan Nantian's realm with a glance, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

You know, he has the system, a hacker that defies heaven, coupled with his own diligent practice, it's not easy to get to the current state.

However, Yan Nantian is an old monster after all, with more than 1000 years of background and accumulation, and the Qingyun Sword Sect has accumulated countless resources, so it is more reasonable to quickly break through to the fourth floor of Transcending Tribulation under the recovery of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

At least in terms of realm, it is not beyond or stronger than Zhao Fan.

So Zhao Fan was very calm and calm. The opponent's strength should be similar to that of the weak Wan Yao Empress, and he was more than enough to deal with it by himself.

Zhao Fan got up slowly, and immediately took a step forward, disappearing into the Demon Locking Tower.

"The old man specially came to teach me."

"Don't you show up yet?"

Sword Saint Yan Nantian's voice was like thunder, shaking the sky. Seeing that Zhao Fan hadn't shown up for a long time, his old face showed a hint of displeasure.

He is a strong man from more than 1000 years ago, a veritable old monster.Even in the era when the aura was exhausted, there were existences who dared to be called holy by the way of swordsmanship.

With the continuous recovery of spiritual energy in the past two or three hundred years, he has become a top-notch strongman in the period of crossing the catastrophe. No matter in terms of seniority or strength, no one dares to underestimate him when looking at demons, good and evil, but this mysterious strongman sitting in Shushan seems to be Some people ignore themselves, how can he not get angry?

The aura of swordsmanship pervaded vertically and horizontally, cutting layers of space, Yan Nantian's face was gloomy, and he was about to explode as his anger rose.

hum!

But at this moment, the void in front of Sword Saint Yan Nantian distorted, and a figure appeared out of thin air.

This figure was slender and powerful, and was filled with a faint golden light. Although he couldn't see his true face clearly, the sword intent that he exuded made the void crumble and disintegrate.

He is none other than Zhao Fan who has not revealed his true body.

"It's Senior Sword Cultivator!"

"Sure enough, it is our senior swordsman. With his old man sitting in Shushan, even if the opponent is the sword master of Qingyun Sword Sect, we Shushan swordsmen will still have nothing to fear."

Seeing Zhao Fan's figure, countless elders and disciples all shivered with bright eyes, as excited as witnessing the appearance of an ancient myth.

Everyone's face is full of respect and admiration from the bottom of their hearts. Who in the entire Shushan Mountain doesn't know the prestige of Senior Sword Cultivator?

Even though 80 years have passed, in the eyes of many elders and disciples, Senior Sword Cultivator is always a symbol of invincibility!

"That's the background of Mount Shu, the mysterious master of swordsmanship."

Ye Lingyun and the others looked at the golden figure confronting their ancestor, and their expressions gradually became dignified.