Chapter 1870 Look in the Face of Jiandian...

Above the peak, Sword Twelve stood proudly, and the fierce power swept across the nine days.

This made the Lord of the Eighteen Peaks of the Sword Sect smile, full of approval.

Not everyone has the courage to teach the Fa behind the Nine Swords Old Man, and for this alone, Sword Twelve is not bad.

"good."

The old man Jiujian nodded with a smile, and turned his eyes to the old man beside him, who was the headmaster of Jianzong, and said, "Is he your close disciple, the strongest descendant of Jianzong's generation?"

Hearing this, Headmaster Jianzong nodded lightly, unable to hide his pride.

"Nice little guy, worthy of the name." Jiujian old man praised.

"Senior is wrong."

The headmaster of the Sword Sect smiled, as did Sword Twelve.

If it were someone else, he would look at it calmly. After all, he had heard countless praises, but this moment was different.

The one who praised him was the old man with nine swords. This weight was undoubtedly as heavy as a mountain.

"Speak well, so many colleagues are watching."

The old man Jiujian smiled gently, then moved his body and landed beside Ling Xian.

"Brahma is in retreat, so she didn't come. She asked me to thank you on her behalf."

"Are you going to break through to the eighth realm?" Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"Yes, maybe you stimulated her."

The old man Jiujian looked at Ling Xian with a smile, and said, "That's fine. If you have a goal to chase, people will grow faster."

Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled and chatted with the old man Jiujian.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and it was a very happy conversation.

Therefore, everyone showed envy, and Jian Twelve's complexion sank.

He took a deep look at Ling Xian, then rose into the air and started talking about swords.

If the old man of Nine Swords was talking about kendo, then he was talking about pure swords, and the two were not on the same level at all.

but,

Judging from his age, it's not bad.

Therefore, some kendo people all nodded with a smile, showing appreciation.

"It is indeed the favored son of heaven, the wizard of swordsmanship."

"If nothing else, Jianzong's next headmaster will be him."

"Yeah, whether it is cultivation or foundation, he is the leader of his generation. In the future, he will be able to dominate one side at the worst, and may even become the supreme!"

Many kendo masters praised and led the trend.

For a time, this world was filled with voices praising Jian Twelve, praising him as rare in the sky and hard to find on earth.

Although there are exaggerated elements, Sword Twelve does have a supreme appearance and is one of the most powerful evildoers in the sacred city.

"well done."

Looking at the much-anticipated Sword Twelve, the headmaster of the Sword Sect looked relieved, then looked around the audience and said, "Which fellow Taoist wants to talk about swords?"

The voice fell, and there was no answer for a long time.

Seeing this, the headmaster of Jianzong smiled lightly: "Since no one wants to talk about swords, let's start the second round of the sword discussion conference and try the sword."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. The sword test was the highlight of the Sword Discussion Conference, second only to the last Wu Jian.

"I know about the sword, but what is the sword test?" Ling Xian looked at the old man Jiujian.

"Sword testing is martial arts..."

The old man Jiujian was about to explain, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Do you dare to fight me?"

Jian Twelve spoke indifferently, and a three-foot green peak suddenly appeared, pointing at Ling Xian from a distance.

The sharp edge made everyone present moved, and at the same time, they were also looking forward to it.

There is no doubt about the strength of Sword Twelve, and he has the ability to push the same level horizontally. Although Ling Xian's strength is unknown, he can enter the realm of no-self, which shows that he is also a good person.

The duel between these two people is naturally looking forward to.

"here we go again…"

Ling Xian was helpless and said, "I rejected you as early as when the Sword Pagoda was sealed."

"You could refuse at that time, but at this moment, you can't refuse." Jian Shishi's eyes were cold, eager to suppress Ling Xian and prove himself.

"Can't refuse?"

Ling Xianjian frowned slightly, whether to agree or not is his freedom, why can't he refuse?

"You really can't refuse."

The old man Jiujian smiled and said: "This is the rule of the Sword Discourse Conference. No matter who issues a challenge, the other party can't refuse it, unless you turn around and leave and give up studying the Sword Canon."

"And this rule?" Ling Xian frowned, and finally understood why Jian Twelve said that he was waiting for him at the Sword Discourse Conference.

It turned out that the other party could not refuse the challenge at the Sword Conference.

"This is the rule left by the ancestor of the sword sect, and no one has the right to change it." Jiujian old man laughed.

"In that case, if I want to stay in the Sword of Comprehension, I must accept his challenge."

Ling Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he really didn't want to fight Jian Twelve, not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want to fight for nothing.

But now it seems that he has to accept it.

The Sword Conference is held only once in a hundred years. If you miss it, you will have to wait a hundred years before you can comprehend the Sword Canon.

This was something Ling Xian could not tolerate, so he decided to fight.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as you take on the battle, you can stay regardless of whether you win or lose."

"Accept it, the sword test is only for competition, not for life and death, so you don't have to worry."

"What's more, with so many people watching, if you refuse, it will become cowardly."

The old man Jiujian looked at Ling Xian with a smile and wanted to see his strength.

"I don't care what everyone thinks, but with this rule in place, I have to take action."

"Forget it, I'll accompany you through two moves, lest you bother me again."

Ling Xian was helpless. The first sentence was addressed to the old man Jiujian, and the second sentence was addressed to Jian Twelve.

"Finally challenged."

Jian Twelve glanced at Ling Xian coldly and said, "I thought you would always be a tortoise."

"Coward?"

Ling Xian shook his head and laughed. In the eyes of everyone, he was afraid of Sword Twelve, but if it was someone who knew his achievements, he would definitely not think so.

Ning Family Shadow, Yu Juechen, Shushengtian, which one is inferior to Sword Twelve?

A mere twelve swords, not qualified to make him fear!

"Whatever you think, the reason why I challenged the battle was entirely for the sake of Jian Dian." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"Unless you are as thick-skinned as a city wall, you will not be able to comprehend the Sword Canon."

Sword Twelve spoke in a cold voice, the divine sword pointed at Ling Xian, and the edge illuminated the sky.

"You mean, I will be defeated by you and have no face left?"

Ling Xian smiled and said: "The person who is embarrassed may not be me, just like when the sword tower was sealed."

"you!"

Being poked in pain, Jian Twelve was furious, the divine sword was cold and glowing, and the killing intent rushed to the sky.

"Come on, I really want to see if you, who are eager to prove that you are stronger than me, really have this strength."

Ling Xian pulled away his smile and stood up.

Immediately, the majestic divine might burst forth, resembling a peerless ferocity reviving, shaking the heavens and the earth, swallowing the universe.

"What a terrible power!"

"Sure enough, he is not a simple character. With this divine power, one can imagine how strong his combat power is!"

"The worst is the one who dominates at the same level, no weaker than Sword Twelve!"

Everyone exclaimed and looked forward to it.

"I will prove that I am stronger and better than you!"

Sword Twelve drank coldly, and a sword whistled, breaking the sky and breaking the sky.

That kind of edge, even the older generation of kendo legends, is also discolored.

However, Ling Xian's expression was as usual, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

He condensed the wind into a sword, broke through the air in an instant, and resisted the sword.