Chapter 865 That Sword

Kyushu sword head is the former sword head of Xijianchi.

In the last Jieyuan, the world respected him as the number one sword in the world, so he was called the sword head of Kyushu.

Although he hadn't drawn a sword for three thousand years, he didn't know how much he had left with a sword heart, but now that he has returned to the world, it is natural that he still has his pride and realm. Now, he feels that he has been offended by Qingyangzong, and a little anger grows in his heart. Of course, for such a big man, his anger can only be repaid if the other party shows serious enough consequences!

Especially the Qingyang Sect and other small sects, it seems that they don't even have the qualifications to repay him for this sword...

...but it only seems to be!

In the eyes of Jianshou of Jiuzhou, only Fang Yuan was worthy of receiving his sword from Qingyang Sect.

But he didn't expect that when his sword was about to cut down and destroy Qingyangzong, he saw another person.

That person is still far away now, very strange and strange looking.

But he suddenly felt extremely dangerous, and the pupils of his eyes shrank.

"Clangling..."

The momentum of his sword had been condensed to the extreme, but he didn't cut it out. Instead, he suddenly took a deep breath, and the infinite sword intent gathered from all directions, and all attached to his sword. Even the metal phase law in all directions was attracted by his sword. I don't know how many long swords in the hands of Qingyang Sect disciples, suddenly flew into the air, resonating with him.

This is the performance that he has exhausted all his strength to gather momentum after meeting a strong enemy.

Compared with the fierce reaction of Kyushu Sword Head, the lame man who was walking slowly was extremely ordinary.

He just walked slowly along the winding path, his speed was extremely slow in the eyes of outsiders, his face was handsome, but he was missing one eye and didn't wear a blindfold, so he looked a little distorted, one foot stepped forward, the bamboo stick touched the ground, and the other heeled, with such clumsy and slow movements, he quickly reached a hundred miles away.

Noticing the abnormal reaction of Kyushu Sword Head, Fang Yuan, who was fighting fiercely with the old man with the black crown, turned his head eagerly.

Then he was slightly stunned, and an extremely weird feeling came into his heart.

The Qingyang Sect Master and others who were seriously injured were also a little surprised. They didn't expect that the Kyushu Sword Head had been ready for a long time, but the sword hadn't come down for a long time. They soon realized something, followed his gaze, and turned their heads to look down the mountain.

Then those with higher cultivation levels saw the crippled man.

The first reaction was stunned and unfamiliar, and then slowly remembered a person.

Chen Xuanang, the lord of Qingyang Sect, suddenly turned his head to look at Elder Yun, and said in a trembling voice, "Is...is that person?"

Elder Yun's face was extremely excited, and he nodded after a long time: "It's him, he's actually back..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Qingyang Sect Master Chen Xuanang suddenly laughed, as if he had picked up two hundred taels of silver, his smile was extremely comfortable and arrogant, he looked fiercely at the Kyushu Sword Head in the midair, and shouted: "You didn't expect it, I didn't even think about it, you are so bold, you violated the three-thousand-mile ban of Qingyang, treated me as an ant, and said that Qingyang was just lucky to teach a good disciple..."

"but……"

He paused slightly, mustered his strength: "Who said that I, Qingyang, have only one disciple?"

...

...

The voice of Qingyang Sect Master Chen Xuanang swayed back and forth between the valleys without end.

Facing the sound of this villain's success, Jiuzhou Jianshou didn't pay attention at all, he just stared at the crippled man coldly.

Seeing that the man was already hundreds of miles away, he suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Are you that sword idiot?"

His voice, like playing swords and dragons, buzzed endlessly.

It was as if a fine sword shadow appeared in the air, sending his voice hundreds of miles away.

And from the solemn meaning in his words, it can be seen that he is aware of the existence of this crippled man. In fact, this crippled man is a very strange existence in the world. His reputation is extremely low. Only some related people or top people in the world know about him. Even his masters don't know whether he is dead or alive, and they hardly think of him...

But Kyushu Jianshou undoubtedly knew about it.

He just greeted his shouts, but the crippled man ignored him and continued to walk forward slowly.

Suddenly, he was thirty miles closer.

Jiuzhou Jianshou felt a chill in his heart, and shouted sharply: "I know you, and I also know that you are also a person who hides from the world. We have the same ideas and the same way. Since you are the legendary sword idiot, you only want a sword. Everything will not hinder the heart. I don't know if it is or not?"

The lame man still didn't answer, as if he couldn't speak, but walked forward slowly.

He was already only fifty miles away from Qingyang Sect.

There was an indescribable pressure in the heart of Kyushu Sword Head. The infinite sword intent whizzed around him, like clusters of snow light, dazzling like the sun, snatching away all the light between the sky and the earth. Countless sword shadows swirled around him, condensing indescribable power. Even the laws of heaven and earth, when they touched the sword shadow beside him, they shattered silently.

But Kyushu Sword Head still forcibly suppressed the sword intent on his body, and shouted again in a deep voice: "Everyone in the world praises your swordsmanship, even my descendants, but since you are walking the path of solitude, you should know that the heart of the sword is not hindered, and the road is alone. If you are outside the world, your swordsmanship can be compared to the sun and the moon, but if you are stained with mortals, then your swordsmanship will be stained with karma, and you will never..."

In his words, there seemed to be some earnest persuasion.

But the lame man would not listen.

He just took care of himself, walked ten miles away slowly, then raised his head slightly, looked at the plants and trees around Qingyang Sect, and didn't know if there were some ripples in his heart, let alone if he saw some old scenes, because it seemed that there would never be any expression on his face, not only smiles, but also anger, sorrow, etc., would never appear.

In this way, he slowly walked into the former territory of Qingyang Sect, and set foot on the remote mountain road.

Then when he came across a small stream, he squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand gently, and scooped up water in the small stream to drink.

Jiuzhou Jianshou's face was tense to the extreme, and he drank heavily again: "You..."

But this time his words did not go on.

After the lame man drank the water, he stood up and picked up a bamboo branch by the stream.

This bamboo branch was one of the bamboo branches that fell all over the ground in the mountain forest destroyed by Yu Feng just now when the Kyushu sword head slashed it. It was only three feet long and had some emerald green bamboo leaves growing on it. The lame man picked it up and waved it up the mountain!

"Shua!"

A light and faint sword light rushed up the mountain suddenly.

The pupils of Jiuzhou Jianshou suddenly tightened, and he shouted in a low voice.

At this moment, the round of scorching sun formed by the endless sword intent around him suddenly exploded. This is the sword intent that he spent a long time gathering with all his strength, and it already represented the pinnacle of his swordsmanship. At this moment, he slashed out with all his strength. In the eyes of outsiders, it was as if he had drawn down a galaxy with a wave of his hand, and rushed forward...

After the Milky Way passed by, the void was messed up, and the irregular black gaps twisted and changed.

Even the clouds and shadows above the nine heavens, along with the passing of the Milky Way, a neat crack appeared. The endless shadows were the supreme restriction that the three secluded old cultivators tried their best to set up, in order to turn the entire Yue Kingdom into a domain, so as to avoid being interfered and troubled by some outsiders when they asked Fang Yuan for the dark reincarnation method.

But now, he can't take care of it anymore, he just wants to show his strongest swordsmanship and kill the crippled man!

The heaven and the earth are chilling, and the two sides of the Milky Way seem to have become two worlds.

The sword head of Kyushu's full strength seems to have the power to divide the world into two halves!

But when the Milky Way rushed to the middle, the sword path that the crippled man cut with a bamboo branch also arrived, just so silently, the undetectable sword light collided with the extremely majestic Milky Way. It looked like a real dragon encountered a fly in the process of taking off, and the two were not in the same realm at all...

Whether it was Fang Yuan who was in the fierce battle, or Qingyang Sect Master and others, they all turned their heads at this time.

They all looked at the sword subconsciously.

Even the white cat seemed to sense something, its eyes widened, and it looked down the mountain with a somewhat astonished expression.

"laugh……"

What happened after Jian Guang came into contact with the Milky Way was beyond everyone's expectations.

With a slight sound, that sword light cut into the Milky Way.

Then, like a knife cutting paper, that ray of sword light went up against the current, and after passing, the galaxy was divided into two halves, and then the power that gathered and roared suddenly lost control, clanging and turning into violent mighty power, wreaking havoc in the void.

That galaxy is the manifestation of the sword head of Kyushu condensing the supreme swordsmanship, which is enough to cut the world in half.

But the lame man's sword light cut his sword path in half.

This sounds so unbelievable, but it seems so natural.

Kyushu Jianshou's eyes suddenly widened to the maximum. He watched in disbelief at the gloomy sword light that split his sword path in two, and then flew straight in front of his eyes. There was some approval on his face, and then the approval gathered on his face in the next breath.

It took a long time before a straight vertical line appeared on his forehead and extended downward.

The sword in his hand fell from mid-air, clanging.

The crippled man at the foot of the mountain dropped the bamboo branch in his hand, and bit off a wax-yellow wild fruit from a nearby tree.

The wild fruit seemed to taste good, so he nodded!