Chapter 1

No one can say for sure how vast the martial world is. All that is known is that Jin's Sword Saint, with Longyuan at his side or Baili hanging at his waist, and Qian's Baili Sword are figures of the martial world. And so is the one who likes to lean against the haystack, picking his ears and humming tunes, never doing anything proper all day.

With more miscellaneous people, they like to do miscellaneous things.

Someone once commented on the Four Great Swordsmen, taking a feature of their swords. In later generations, it would be called labeling.

Li Liang Shen, the General of the Zhenbei Army of Yan, his sword, because of its countless killings of barbarians and drinking of barbarian blood, among the Four Great Swordsmen, his sword had the most killings, so it was praised as "Ruthless."

Baili Feng of Qian, his sword, it is said, builds momentum for a month and can shatter stars. Of course, this is an exaggeration. People nowadays have not yet developed immunity to the phrase "shattering the void," so they naturally feel they should exaggerate in the most unique and refined way possible.

But Baili Feng's sword is truly like a startled swan, making it difficult to fathom, and is praised as "Fast."

The sword of the Chu sword maker, because no one has ever seen him use a sword, only because the Jin Sword Saint forged a "Longyuan" and was forcibly made one of the Four Great Swordsmen by the Sword Saint's praise, is praised as "Mysterious."

And the sword of the Jin Sword Saint is praised as "Sharp!"

Wherever the sword points, all turns to dust!

At this time, the Sword Saint had already unleashed thirteen swords. Tian Wujing did not completely accept them all. Although a martial artist's physique is strong, it is not a ten-thousand-year-old reef on the East Sea and cannot withstand such waste.

Of the thirteen swords, Tian Wujing took six and dodged seven.

The Sword Saint's sword intent continued to rise, with a sense of unhurried climbing, while several sword mark grooves had already appeared on the gilded armor on Tian Wujing's body.

Clearly, the Sword Saint had an absolute advantage.

Swordsmen are best at one-on-one duels.

The Pixiu (a mythical wild beast) was lying prone to the side, not participating in the duel, just occasionally sticking out its tongue and licking its front paws, its copper-bell-sized eyes flashing dark red. It was the only spectator of this duel.

When the Sword Saint released his fourteenth sword, Tian Wujing no longer passively dodged or took it head-on, but finally swung his first fist, which was not particularly forceful, but carried an extremely strange vortex.

A battle between experts is actually very similar to a battle between armies, except that the armies on both sides are just themselves. Therefore, using one's brain is essential.

The Sword Saint was "climbing the mountain," his sword energy becoming stronger with each step. What Tian Wujing had to do was to use this punch to forcibly disrupt his rhythm and make him give up halfway.

Longyuan retreated, and this sword was withdrawn, forcibly placed in front of him, changing from attack to defense.

Tian Wujing's punch hit the sword, and the sword made a tremor, but the Sword Saint used this force to forcibly climb higher again, his aura suddenly increasing at twice the speed of before!

The next moment,

Tian Wujing began to retreat,

And a sword comparable to the superposition of the previous thirteen swords was thrust out forcibly with lightning speed.

"Bang!"

In the end, the martial artist's physique could not hold up, and a fist-sized hole was dug out of the gilded armor, from which blood gurgled.

Having succeeded with one strike, the Sword Saint did not take the opportunity to pursue. Ordinary people cherish their lives, and few dare to fight to the death. True masters are even more so because it is not easy to cultivate, and everyone wants to live well.

But Tian Wujing was different, so the Sword Saint did not dare to gamble on whether Tian Wujing would directly seize the opportunity to force a mutually destructive outcome.

Although the other party had a noble status and did not need to do such a stupid thing, who told him he was Tian Wujing? Who could guess what he wanted to do?

In any case, he had an overwhelming advantage. Even if he slowly peeled the skin off with a few more swords, he could kill this Third-Rank martial artist in the most secure way.

When fighting martial artists, one must pay attention to the heat, simmering it slowly. Stew his physique until it is crispy and rotten, and in the end, a gentle poke with chopsticks will separate bone from flesh.

As for time,

The Sword Saint could only hope that his younger brother could buy him enough time.

Tian Wujing silently lowered his head and glanced at the still bleeding wound. Perhaps there was still sword energy remaining in the wound, so he did not waste his effort to stop the bleeding, but instead lunged forward, pressing down like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

The Sword Saint's toes touched the ground, his figure flew backward, and the sword's edge advanced, a white light striking straight at the center.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the Pixiu, which had been lying there "watching the battle," suddenly opened its mouth and let out an angry roar. From its big mouth, a black treasured saber shot out and went straight into Tian Wujing's left hand.

Pixiu inherently have the power of swallowing, and its own body is a different kind that has no back door. It is naturally the best way to use its body to store things.

This saber is called "Kunwu". A hundred years ago, the Taizong Emperor of Qian led his army on a northern expedition, with the Son of Heaven's Sword at his left and the Kunwu Saber hanging at his right. However, after that disastrous defeat, the Taizong Emperor lay on an ox cart and was escorted back to Qian by his subordinates. The Son of Heaven's Sword and the Kunwu Saber were all lost and became the spoils of war of Yan.

On the day Tian Wujing was conferred the title of Marquis Jingnan, the Yan Emperor bestowed the Kunwu.

The treasured saber was held horizontally, the blade facing down. When the saber and sword touched, they emitted an ear-splitting roar.

The Sword Saint's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands held up horizontally, and two sword energies emerged out of thin air. He pointed forward, shooting straight at Tian Wujing, wanting to relieve the pressure on his Longyuan Sword.

However, Tian Wujing slapped the hilt of the treasured saber with a single palm, and the blade borrowed force, like a nail, forcibly pinning the Longyuan Sword, and for a time, both the saber and sword were submerged under the frozen earth.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two sword energies directly struck Tian Wujing. Tian Wujing's body trembled slightly, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained calm.

"Arrogant!"

Suddenly, the Sword Saint felt a burst of anxiety in his heart. Even though Longyuan was suppressed underground, he still had the upper hand. Since the beginning of the fight, Tian Wujing had only been passively beaten, while he was unscathed, and the other party's martial artist physique had already shown cracks.

However, despite this, the Sword Saint still did not know where the anxiety in his heart came from.

Tian Wujing still did not delay and lunged forward again.

This time, the Sword Saint did not retreat. At this time, he could not forcibly recall Longyuan, so he simply bit the tip of his tongue and shot out a mouthful of essence blood. With the blessing of his sword intent, it directly formed a blood sword.

The Taoist Xuanmen has the method of transforming essence blood from the tip of the tongue into qi, but the Sword Saint's blood sword, because it carries his unique sharp sword intent, has less mystery than the Taoist method, but has much more domineering power!

Faced with the incoming blood sword, Tian Wujing directly changed direction and moved to the left.

The Sword Saint flicked his left index finger, and the blood sword followed closely behind.

The frequency with which Tian Wujing's legs stomped on the ground was not fast, but each stomp carried a vast force, and the surrounding ground trembled accordingly. His speed reached an extreme in various barbaric and unreasonable ways.

However, to a certain extent, the blood sword had already surpassed the obstacle of the flesh. It did not even have a specific form, so the blood sword was still closely following him.

Especially when Tian Wujing moved forward to clench his fist and try to smash it towards the Sword Saint, the blood sword suddenly accelerated, a red light flashed, and it directly pierced Tian Wujing's right chest.

But Tian Wujing's momentum did not diminish, and he continued to try to get close to the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint's robe trembled slightly, and an ancient, seemingly dagger-like small sword flew out, directly meeting Tian Wujing.

Tian Wujing's fist collided with this small sword. For a time, cracking sounds kept coming, which were the crisp sounds from the bones.

The fist of a Third-Rank martial artist is very strong, but this ancient small sword is even sharper. It not only broke Tian Wujing's body-protecting qi, but also pierced into Tian Wujing's right hand.

Legend has it that the Chu sword maker not only forged a Longyuan for the Sword Saint, but also helped refine the Sword Saint's former sword, taking its essence and forging it into a small sword, called the Mother-Son Sword.

This time, Tian Wujing still failed to get close to the Sword Saint, and at the same time, his body suffered another heavy blow.

However,

When Tian Wujing was retreating, he forcibly exerted force with his left hand and slapped it on his right hand.

"Crack!"

The small sword was directly stuck into his own wrist bones by Tian Wujing, and his right wrist was immediately covered in blood, with white bones visible.

An ominous premonition arose in the Sword Saint's heart,

Even though he already had an absolute advantage,

He suddenly had the urge to run away immediately.

Tian Wujing landed on both feet, not even looking at his right hand, but instead placed his left hand in front of him. A dignified martial artist actually began to form hand seals!

"............" Sword Saint.

"Heaven and earth can be hidden, all laws borrow power, bind, trap, lock, seal!"

Tian Wujing's blood, through the previous confrontation, had already circled the Sword Saint's side, and at this time, it was forcibly activated by magic!

A blue light罩罩封锁 imprisoned the Sword Saint within it.

The world knows that Tian Wujing is a martial arts expert, but few people know that the one who first tempered Tian Wujing's body and laid the foundation for him was the uncle-ancestor who had been self-isolated in the Tian residence for decades, seeking the Dao wholeheartedly.

At this time,

Longyuan was sealed underground by Kunwu, and the small sword was forcibly stuck between Tian Wujing's finger bones.

Equivalent to the two weapons on the Sword Saint's body, all were not by his side, unable to borrow the Qi of the sword to break through this layer of barrier.

This is not some overly clever magical seal, but the barrier it forms can isolate Qi, that is, even if the Sword Saint does not have a sword on his body, the sword Qi that he can still use is almost useless against this barrier. Only the Qi of metal sharpness can forcibly break it open.

At the same time, Tian Wujing had already gotten up and was preparing to move forward again.

The Sword Saint then realized where the unease in his heart had come from. Although he had always had an absolute advantage, and even from the beginning of this duel, there was not much suspense, he had still fallen into Tian Wujing's plan early on.

Step by step, bit by bit, until the end, it formed a situation where he was "caught in a jar."

Suddenly,

The Sword Saint's eyes narrowed, and he stretched his left hand forward, with his index and middle fingers together, and his entire left arm turned into a sharp sword, forcibly urging it and waving it forward.

"Sizzle!"

The barrier was cut open, and the Sword Saint's left arm was now full of holes and almost crippled.

When Tian Wujing was about to get close again, the Sword Saint turned around without hesitation and left directly relying on his body skills.

A swordsman is different from a martial artist. Before a martial artist reaches the end of his rope and his Qi and blood are exhausted, he is still a stubborn stone, while a swordsman is much more fragile. Especially since what had just happened seemed to be just crippling an arm, in fact, what he had condensed and volatilized before was the Qi and blood in his body. Forcibly using his body to control the sword Qi and urge it to do the work that should have been done by a divine weapon, the backlash suffered is absolutely terrible.

Unlike Chen Daxia, who continued to fight after poisoning his leg and directly sawing off his leg, Chen Daxia only lost half a leg, while the Sword Saint was hurting his foundation this time.

Even though Tian Wujing was also scarred, the Sword Saint knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely be defeated.

So he left, without even taking Longyuan and the small sword with him, he left without hesitation. In other words, he was defeated.

Tian Wujing did not pursue,

But slowly sat on the ground,

The Pixiu got up, walked to Tian Wujing, and lay down again, so that Tian Wujing could lean on it to rest.

Tian Wujing reached out and grabbed the Pixiu's fluff,

Having just defeated the Jin Sword Saint, he did not have the slightest excitement or excitement,

Just gently leaning on the Pixiu's broad body,

In his ears,

The evening breeze was gentle,

As if still mixed with an old man's pleading murmur:

"Little Jingzi, Little Jingzi, please, Uncle-Ancestor, please, don't just focus on practicing martial arts, you should also practice Taoist spells and incantations.

Just give Uncle-Ancestor some face, okay?

Little Jingzi, ah,

Little ancestor, oh..."