Chapter 1821 Xiao Lang

After more than ten breaths, seeing the zombie lying on the ground still motionless, the spectators in the wine shop understood what was happening.

"Taixu, dead?"

The Cheng family's tone is too high, the steps are too big, and the momentum is too vain and exaggerated.

After Xiao Wanfengyun Danfeng struck a sword lightly...

Taixu fell.

Too weak to get up.

Is this too dramatic? The Cheng family has become a clown?

"No, it's impossible..."

Cheng Xie's face was green and white, with disbelief written all over his face.

He knows the Heart Sword Technique, he knows the Hidden Sword Technique, and he has some knowledge of the Love Sword Technique, but combined with all of them, even he can't create such a swordsmanship effect.

"Heart Lake?"

"Is this ancient swordsmanship? Where is this ancient swordsmanship!"

The effect of the Heart Lake is almost as good as that of Prajna Nothingness, and it is also essentially different from Prajna Nothingness.

It only passes through the use of the Heart Sword Technique, and is supplemented by the first level of most other major sword techniques.

But the fusion of the first realm can also create the lethality of the second realm?

"Are you surprised?"

Sheathing her sword and standing in awe, Xiao Wanfeng felt it was natural.

His understanding, questioning, overturning and reshaping of the nine major sword arts for so many years can only be said to be just talk on paper when he is not using his sword.

After gaining Xuan Cang's approval, Xiao Wanfeng became confident:

There is no wrong path, as long as the destination is clear, the process only depends on how people choose, how they go, and whether they persist.

He fixedly looked at Cheng Xie, looking at the ancient sword cultivators who were following the rules like Cheng Xie, took a deep breath, and explained his own way in front of outsiders for the first time:

"You practice the way of living beings, and I practice the way of evening wind. I am alone and not the same as others."

Buzz——

The divine sword Xuan Cang chanted for a long time, shaking continuously.

It seemed that only this moment, this moment, he and Xiao Wanfeng became one, which was also the fundamental reason why it chose Xiao Wanfeng instead of Rao Yaoyao.

"I am alone and not the same as others..."

Cheng Xie's eyes averted and he hesitated repeatedly, causing an uproar in his mood.

Xiao Wanfeng's sword slashed away all his knowledge of his lifelong career as an ancient swordsman. Those words made him doubt whether his path was correct.

When everyone is chasing the Eighteen Sword Styles and "skills", this kid started directly from "Daogen"?

Is this right?

But this isn’t even a shortcut!

The path he took was clearly the most difficult one!

"So he can be recognized by Xuan Cang..."

Gu Qing'er clicked his tongue in amazement and looked at his senior brother, "And we are all Rao Yao Yao."

Rao Yaoyao is not synonymous with being weak.

It's just that ancient sword cultivators all over the world are following the path marked out by the Sword God, and they are all following the steps, and the Sword Tomb is no exception.

"Then Xiao Wanfeng, is he considered the originator of this way?" Gu Qing has a good talent for three days, and has never heard of this inhuman cultivation method.

This is no different from just being born. While others are still practicing talking and climbing, Xiao Wanfeng whines and has already begun to practice taking off.

Taking off was so difficult that for seventeen years, it seemed like he couldn't even talk or climb.

But when the day came to fly, it really became a blockbuster!

Gu Qing frowned and thought, feeling that he had heard of this method of practicing swords somewhere. He quickly remembered it and shook his head at his third junior brother:

"You should have heard of a saying..."

"What?"

"The road built by the ancient sword has been destroyed long ago."

"Elder brother, what do you mean..."

Gu Qing 2, 3, and 4 all turned around. Even Lu Shi and the spectators in the surrounding wine shop couldn't help but look sideways at the knowledgeable and knowledgeable Senior Brother of Sword Burial Tomb.

Gu Qing said: "There is no record in the book, but I vaguely remember that Master said that some people have actually tried this weird way of cultivation."

Xiao Wanfeng stiffened and turned around.

Am I not number one?

Everyone thought for a moment, and soon someone in the crowd exclaimed:

"Eight Masters?"

Xiao Wanfeng's heart skipped a beat.

He has always kept his sword cultivation methods hidden, and even when Lingyushan asked the Eight Masters for advice, he only made circumstantial remarks.

He is very confident!

Ba Zun is very familiar with relying on experience, but he has always been able to answer questions fluently. Now it seems that maybe that experience does not come from his many years of practicing swordsmanship, but from...

Gu Qing nodded: "Yes, the Eighth Sword Immortal."

Does it really come from, he has also practiced? !

Xiao Wanfeng's body swayed, but he quickly regained consciousness. So what if he has practiced it before, he is not as proficient as me, and he is not as profound as me.

Gu Qingyi did not disappoint: "But Master said that the Eighth Sword Immortal has only scratched the surface."

Xiao Wanfeng took a long breath, it was better.

Gu Qing said again and again: "He tried it and found that the method was different and the results were the same, and the difficulty level was not much different. Since he had made achievements in other methods, there was no need to start from scratch."

?

Listening to this, Xiao Wanfeng sweated on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that nothing came out.

Cheng Xie looked away in surprise: "How much is the difficulty level?"

Even if he observed Xiao Wanfeng's sword ten more times, he still couldn't fully understand it. Once the basic concepts are clearly understood, they become obscure and difficult to understand.

How is this method the same as the common people's way of practicing swordsmanship?

Gu Qing looked at it:

"He is the Eight Masters."

Near the wine shop, there was silence for an instant.

Yes, he is the Eighth Master and the Eighth Sword Immortal.

Not to mention the past and the fallen, all sword cultivators in today's world have to face a high mountain, and that is the Eighth Sword Immortal.

He can do everything you know.

If you can't, he can.

When you consciously find a new path and are constantly excited about it and eager to try it, others will think that it is similar and dispensable.

This has been the past thirty years.

From now on, anyone who practices swordsmanship will have to face two high mountains, the Eighth Sword Immortal and Master Shou!

Xiao Wanfeng took a deep breath and smiled in relief.

Just follow your own path. There are so many talented and beautiful people in the world. How can you let other people's opinions, views, and words influence your own will?

"Young man, the Eight Masters are familiar with..."

The people around the wine shop, even the semi-saints, looked at Xiao Wanfeng in a different way, becoming extremely intense.

To say that he is a young boy is a bit exaggerated.

After all, he is only walking one of the paths that the Eight Masters have walked.

But he has the talent of swordsmanship that Bazun is familiar with and directly cultivates the "Tao Root". Looking at the five realms, with this kind of talent, I am afraid that no one can match it except Baxu.

"I……"

Cheng Xie looked at the two Taixu corpses on the ground, then glanced at Xiao Wanfeng, the young man holding Xuan Cang, his eyes averted.

The dividing line on the ground suddenly became so heavy!

It stands to reason that when things have developed to this point, two of the Cheng family's Taixu have fallen. It is already a no-death situation.

But the young eight masters were familiar with the legend of overwhelming the whole generation, and it was like thunder in their ears.

Of course Xiao Wanfeng would not be able to dominate the entire generation. He had managed to kill one tenth of the Eight Masters, but what about himself?

"What percentage of the Eight Masters am I?"

One percent?

thousandth?

One in ten thousand?

Cheng Xie wanted to cross the dividing line, his feet felt like lead, and he tried to raise his head and open his eyes to face Xiao Wanfeng, as if he were riding a ghost.

His body was bent, almost crushed into a prawn.

Not everyone can speak freely when faced with the name of "The Eighth Sword Immortal". Not everyone has a background such as Burial Sword Tomb, Shenyue Immortal City, Southern Territory Feng Family, etc., and not everyone is a newborn calf. I don’t know what it is called.

A normal ancient sword cultivator, fanatical pursuit of the Eighth Sword Immortal.

The genius ancient sword cultivator, after hearing the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal, either chooses to fight to the death or avoids it for fear of avoiding it.

Cheng Xie even suffered from decades of pressure from Shengnu Jijian.

Of course he is also a genius, otherwise how could he be recognized by the Hidden Blade Twin Needles?

But he, Cheng Xie, is eighty-eight years old this year, and Haoshibushi happened to be able to grow up to this day with the overwhelming legend of the "Eighth Sword Immortal" at his peak.

Genius is just the threshold for meeting him.

After seeing clearly the tip of the iceberg of the Eighth Sword Immortal, I understand even more how vast the vast ocean is...

The more people know, the greater the pressure.

So even though the young man in front of him was only a little bit familiar to the Eight Lords, he, Cheng Xie, was already panicking.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

This is convenient for Cheng Xie when he is in a difficult situation and is in a dilemma.

Outside the battlefield around the dead-silent wine shop, there was a strange and out-of-place sound, accompanied by the sound of laughter that was unabashedly complimentary:

"Hidden a sword for ten years and found it unknown all over the world."

"When I wake up to the rainbow that day, the ghost is also scared."

"Okay! Okay! Okay! What a Xiao Wanfeng. There is no talent in the Sword Tomb, and the Feng Family City is useless. You are the only rogue, with amazing skills and stunning beauty!"

who?

Everyone is waiting for Xiao Wanfeng to fight Cheng Xie.

They were all waiting to see if Cheng Xie would take the initiative to speak, or if Xiao Wanfeng would take the initiative to draw his sword.

At this time, they didn't even dare to show their anger. Which insect is so rampant and dares to make such a big noise in the rear, even contemptuous of the Sword Burial Tomb and the Feng Family of the Southern Territory?

brush!

Diversion of the crowd.

Everyone looked towards where the noise came from.

Cheng Xie had to relieve his urgent need. Now that he was relieved of his embarrassment, he wished he could be grateful to the savior. No matter what kind of arrogant person he was?

But when he looked along the path where the crowd separated, by coincidence, he met the gaze of the "savior".

Bang!

Cheng Xie's knees weakened and he fell to the ground on the spot.

Stars even appeared in front of his eyes, and his mind was full of disbelief:

"Eight, eight acquaintances?"

People around the wine shop were also shocked.

At first, I didn't realize why Cheng Xie was so big. After looking at the details, everyone held their heads and screamed:

"Fuck! Bazunji?"

"Brother Zhao, am I dazzled? He has eight fingers, right? Is that a sword scar on his neck?"

"Oh my God! Huh? No, isn't the Eighth Sword Immortal in Lingyu Mountain? Why are you here?"

"What the hell, are there eight living acquaintances? I finally saw it. Go back and brag to my son!"

"This is the first seat of the Saint Slave!"

"..."

How about saying that the people from the Central Region and the Eastern Region are ignorant?

There were also many people from the Southern Territory present, and they could not count the eight acquaintances they saw every day.

The first reaction at the moment was naturally not that I saw the real thing, but that I saw a fake.

But, then again.

The fourth son of the Sword Tomb was buried here. Feng Tingchen, the head of the Feng Family in the Southern Territory, many people noticed his presence at the scene.

It's just a fake, how dare you be so crazy?

As soon as he comes up, he will challenge the leaders of all the forces. Are you not afraid to fight against the famous sword holders?

"Is it fake? I see eight of these damn masters in one day. I chop eight of them. The remaining two are all practicing escape techniques. They can slip away very fast with oil on their soles!"

It wasn't until someone from the Southern Territory screamed out in shock that Cheng Xie woke up from a dream and realized that he had gone so far as to make the Cheng family lose all face.

He stood up in a hurry, his face turned red, and he was about to speak when he looked at the fake Bazun Shu.

"Want to fight?"

The fake actually spoke first, his words full of provocation.

Xiao Wanfeng held Xuan Cang in his hand. Due to Xuan Cang's sharp edge, I, Cheng Xie, don't want to fight. You, who came out of nowhere in the southern region, how can you not fight?

Cheng Xie just opened his mouth.

The guy holding the sack, Ba Zun'an, spoke again, choking him: "I can't do things like bullying the few with the many. After all, I am just one person, but bullying the weak with the strong..."

He said with a smirk, and spread out one hand with only four fingers: "It's always like this, isn't it?"

So crazy!

Isn't this equivalent to saying, I'm invincible, you guys can do whatever you want?

"Strange..."

Feng Tingchen didn't have a deep friendship with Ba Zun'an, and they only met a few times. He felt something strange, but he couldn't tell.

You want to say he's a fake?

Very strong!

Feng Tingchen could intuitively feel that his sword intent was deeply hidden and restrained, and his strength was probably not weaker than anyone present.

But you say he's the real thing, right?

Feng Tingchen couldn't give an evaluation, so he turned his head and looked at the person beside him.

This person was the same age as Ba Zun'an, and they had a deep friendship.

Gou Wuyue was very straightforward: "Ba Zun'an is not so talkative."

Cheng Xie was blushing again because of the sharp words from the opposite side.

He didn't want to say anything more, and with a war in his eyes, he asked bluntly: "Ancient Sword Cultivator?"

The sloppy uncle carrying the sack was amused: "My name is Ba Zun'an, and I am not an ancient sword cultivator. Who among you dares to call yourself an ancient sword cultivator?"

He looked at Xiao Wanfeng: "Do you dare?"

He looked at Lei Shuangxing: "Do you dare?"

He saw Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen again, selectively skipped them, and quickly looked at Gu Qingduo and said: "Do you dare?"

Cheng Xie was more certain that this was a fake, but he still asked one more question: "What cultivation level?"

"Unfortunately, I am also a sword throne." The uncle with the sack was full of momentum, and he was at the same realm as Xiao Wanfeng.

Cheng Xie calmed down immediately.

Then, he was furious: "If you blaspheme your name, you should be punished!"

"Just you?" Sack Ba Zun An raised his eyebrows, "Do you know why I haven't been to your Cheng family for thirty years?"

Cheng Xie was slightly stunned, not knowing why.

The people around him also stared.

True and false, false and true, this Ba Zun An is interesting, it seems that he can still say something?

Ba Zun An weighed the sack on his shoulder, shook his head and said disappointedly:

"The ancient sword cultivators are indomitable, but you, Cheng Xie, shrink in a corner for self-protection. Even if you join hands with the saints to protect the sword, the gods and Buddhas have grown up over the years."

"So now you only dare to bully the few with the many, so now you kneel when you see me."

"The sleeve sword double needle followed you, it really blinded the eyes of the famous sword and lost the status of the famous sword!"

Cheng Xie was scolded so much that his head swelled, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This hit his sore spot.

He raised his hand, took out a small sword from his sleeve, and pointed it at Ba Zun'an: "Do you dare to fight me!"

In the tall building behind, Li You of the Yin Gui Sect saw this scene and laughed out loud.

You didn't dare to fight the young Ba Zun'an, but you chose to fight the adult Ba Zun'an?

The Cheng family is still brave...

The four people in the Sword Burial Tomb all looked surprised, and they felt that this eighth sword fairy was a little different from the legend.

Only Su Qianqian looked at the scene of Cheng Xie pointing his sword at Ba Zun'an. I don't know what she thought of, her face turned pale as paper.

Sack Ba Zun'an's face darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know the consequences of pointing a sword at me?"

Cheng Xie laughed and asked back:

"So what?"