Section 210
It is really sad to hear and shed tears to listen.
Huang Rong pulled Xiao Jian's sleeve and whispered: "Is Wushuang City really so miserable?"
When she came to Wushuang City, she didn't see any difficulties in Wushuang City.
Xiao Jian shook his head and whispered: "Wushuang City was originally a well-known force in the world, but it has been suppressed by Tianxiahui for nearly ten years."
"Moreover, Dugu Ming's father died at the hands of Tianxiahui."
The Sword Saint founded Wushuang City and it was glorious.
But now it is being oppressed by Tianxiahui.
The contrast between the two will naturally make the people of Wushuang City feel uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Xiao Jian's heart jumped and his eyes stared at the thatched house.
The next moment, a sharp sword energy suddenly burst out from the thatched house.
The long swords behind the people of Wushuang City responded with a "clang".
Flying to the front of the thatched house, forming a sword formation.
"Sword Saint!"
Xiao Jian muttered to himself, looking at a figure walking out.
Chapter 162 The Sword Saint issues a challenge, and the war is about to begin!
The Sword Saint's hair and beard are all white, and there is no trace of a warrior on him.
He has obviously reached the state of returning to nature.
However, even if he just stands there quietly, he gives people a feeling of looking up.
It seems that the whole world revolves around him.
People dare not look directly at him.
Dugu Ming was overjoyed and bowed again, saying: "Welcome the ancestor out of retreat!"
The people of Wushuang City behind him shouted one after another.
The Sword Saint did not look at the people of Wushuang City, but instead looked at Xiao Jian and the Xuanyuan Sword behind him curiously.
He sighed lightly: "Interesting, I didn't expect that I would see such an outstanding rising star when I came out of retreat this time!"
Although it was just a glance, he could see the strength of Grandmaster Xiao Jian's eighth level.
The long sword behind him was even more extraordinary.
Even he couldn't see through it.
When he came out of retreat just now, his sword energy burst out.
The surrounding long swords rose up in response.
Only the long sword behind Xiao Jian was not under his control at all.
Obviously not an ordinary item.
Xiao Jian bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Welcome Senior Sword Saint to come out of retreat! Senior, you have improved your martial arts a lot since you came out of retreat this time."
As we all know, the Sword Saint had already died 20 years ago.
But now he looks very energetic.
Except for his achievements in martial arts and his longevity.
There is no other possibility.
The Sword Saint laughed: "Young man, you know how to talk. Today, I will teach you a lesson!"
After saying that, the Sword Saint waved his right hand, and a sword energy condensed between his fingers in an instant.
It attacked Xiao Jian straight.
He had been in retreat for more than ten years and was rarely happy.
Seeing a genius like Xiao Jian again, he pointed his finger.
"Swish!"
Until the sword energy approached Xiao Jian's face, Xiao Jian raised his hand and pointed.
The same sword energy burst out.
It defeated the sword energy of the Sword Saint on the spot.
"Hiss!"
Nie Feng and others behind him took a breath of cold air.
Xiao Jian could actually fight with an old senior like the Sword Saint?
And it seemed that he won? ?
Everyone around was stunned.
The corner of the Sword Saint's mouth twitched.
In all conscience, he really just wanted to give some pointers to the juniors.
But what is going on now?
Is Xiao Jian's swordsmanship better than his?
The Sword Saint couldn't believe it and stared at the young man in front of him.
He was shocked by Xiao Jian's swordsmanship, but also felt a little embarrassed.
With a wave of his right hand, another sword energy came.
This sword energy was a hundred meters long.
The sharp edge even split the space into dark cracks.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Xiao Jian laughed and was aroused by the Sword Saint.
His right hand turned into a sword, and a sharp sword energy rushed into the sky.
It whistled towards the Sword Saint's sword energy.
For this sword, he used the sword-breaking style of Dugu Nine Swords.
The attacks of thousands of swordsmanship were nowhere to be hidden under this sword.
All will be defeated.
"Boom!"
The two sword energies collided, causing faint spatial ripples in the air.
The Sword Saint was stunned, watching Xiao Jian disintegrate his sword energy.
Then it turned into a shock wave and attacked everyone.
The Sword Saint stretched out his hand and wiped it, and with his powerful internal force, he smoothed the space.
This scene made Xiao Jian's eyelids jump.
It is easy to destroy, but it is a hundred times more difficult to repair.
How can someone use his powerful cultivation to forcibly smooth out the space?
It is simply too powerful to be human!
The Sword Saint's cultivation is really not to be underestimated.
Seeing Xiao Jian's surprised expression, the Sword Saint was relieved.
God knows how shocked he was just now.
Xiao Jian's swordsmanship and strength were beyond his expectations.
Don't look at his ordinary move.
But he has done it with all his strength.
Luckily, he scared the young man in front of him.
Otherwise, he would have no place to put his old face.
Seeing the surprised expressions of the crowd, the Sword Saint coughed.
He said calmly, "Youngster of Wushuang City, what were you crying for just now?"
Dugu Ming came back to his senses and cried loudly, "Ancestor, Xiongba is bullying us too much. Wushuang City is about to be destroyed by Tianxiahui!"
While crying, he talked about the difficulties of Wushuang City during this period.
The Sword Saint's eyebrows jumped when he heard it.
A trace of murderous aura appeared on his face.