In Zhonghua Pavilion, Wu Yan and Wuming sat opposite each other, drinking and drinking, and the two were talking about Wushen Jue Palace.

The Zhonghua Pavilion has already discovered that Wushen Jue Palace is eyeing the Central Plains, so naturally he cannot stand by. Jue Wushen's strength is very clear, whether it is Wu Yan or Wuming.

"Boss, Senior Sword Saint is here." Just as the two were discussing how to deal with the invasion of Jue Wushen, suddenly, a guy from Zhonghua Pavilion came over and said.

"Hahaha, Wuming, I have been thinking hard all these days and finally returned to the sect to achieve great success. I..." As the words of this Zhonghua Pavilion's clerk fell, a full laugh sounded, and at the same time, the sword saint with white hair and beard walked into the backyard.

Compared with the sword saint ten years ago, the current sword saint really feels like being an extraordinary saint. His face is young and his hair is rosy, and he no longer has the feeling of decay and exhaustion of qi and blood caused by practicing the sword of extinction and desperation.

However, the Sword Saint stepped into the backyard and his speech had not yet fallen completely, but his final words came to an abrupt end.

His eyes fell on Wu Yan's body, and after a moment of looking up and down, the Sword Saint said: "Boy Wu Yan? You guy has been missing for ten years, and finally appeared?"

For the Sword Saint, the only people who can make him recognize in the sword path are Wuming and Wu Yan.

Wuming is in the realm of the Heavenly Sword, and Wan Jian surrenders, but what about Wu Yan? Although his cultivation is low, his understanding of swordsmanship has reached a very profound level.

In the view of the Sword Saint, in time, Wu Yan's swordsmanship will definitely catch up with him and Wuming, and he is the heir to the entire swordsman in the martial arts world.

"Well, I haven't seen you for ten years. Senior Sword Saint's cultivation level has risen to a higher level. It's a joyful congratulation." Wu Yan's eyes also fell on the Sword Saint. After looking up and down, he nodded and said.

Wu Yan was sincerely happy for the changes in the Sword Saint. Moreover, although he abandoned the Sword of Destroying Love and Sage and returned to the Sect, the current Sword Saint's cultivation has reached a very high level in his life.

The crystal points of 1650 also show what kind of strength he has. Judging from the crystal points, it is just slightly worse than Wuming.

"Hehehe, ten years ago, you guys had a very profound understanding of kendo. Ten years have passed, your kid's swordsmanship must have been very strong, right? Let me try your methods."

Seeing Wu Yan, the Sword Saint suddenly became very interested in his current swordsmanship. As he spoke, he bounced his fingers and a wisp of sword energy shot towards Wu Yan.

bite!

However, facing the sword energy shot out by the Sword Saint, Wu Yan had not yet moved. Duan Lang beside him, a long steel sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the armed domineering aura attached to the sword body, blocking the sword saint's sword energy with one sword.

"If you want to fight with my master, you will pass my level first." The name of the Sword Saint is well-known in the whole world, and Duan Lang is also a sword player, so he took the initiative to block Wu Yan and looked at the Sword Saint with his eyes eager to try.

For the plane of Fengyun, the identity of the Sword Saint is like the Hawkeye Mihawk of the plane of One Piece, making all swordsmen want to challenge.

"Oh? Wu Yan? Is this your disciple?" Seeing that his sword energy was cut off by Duan Lang, the sword saint's eyes lit up instead, and he asked Wu Yan in surprise and joy.

It is not something that ordinary people can stop Wu Yan's disciples. How could all of them have such cultivation? This surprised the Sword Saint.

"Duanlang, you have to ask senior Sword Saint for advice. If you are lucky enough to win one move and half a move, Master, I will give you another unique skill."

Judging from the number of crystal points, Duan Lang and Sword Saint have similar crystal points, so Wu Yan is also looking forward to the duel between them.

"Okay, I will definitely work hard!" Duan Lang's eyes lit up when he heard Wu Yan's words and nodded heavily.

"Hmph, boy Wu, you look down on me too much, right? I admit that you are a disciple, have good strength, but it is not that easy to defeat me." The sword saint next to him naturally had a look of unhappiness on his face when he heard Wu Yan's words and spoke.

"I advise you to be careful, as Duan Lang's martial arts are no less than you." Seeing that the Sword Saint looked down on Duan Lang's young junior, Wuming next to him couldn't help but remind him.

The Sword Saint naturally trusted Wuming's words very much. When he heard Duan Lang's martial arts skills were no less than himself, the Sword Saint was slightly stunned and his face became much more serious.

Moreover, after hearing this, the Sword Saint said in surprise: "Duanlang? He was Duanlang, a genius who became famous in the martial arts world a few years ago and was called Duanlang, a rare genius in the martial arts world. Unexpectedly, he was actually Wu Yan's disciple."

"Senior Sword Saint, please!", without nonsense, Duan Lang stared at the sword Saint seriously, his armed and domineering aura wrapped around the steel sword, kicked under his feet, and used his shaving skill, which appeared in front of the sword Saint like a momentary movement, and the black sword blade pointed at the sword Saint.

"What a fast speed!" Seeing Duan Lang's attack, the Sword Saint was secretly shocked. How could he feel any contempt? He pinched a sword technique with his fingers, and the sword energy burst out and went up to meet him.

Ding Ding Ding!

The exquisite sword technique, as Duan Lang and the Sword Saint continued to be used, the collision of sword energy and the long sword was dazzled.

Judging from the situation, the two sides seem to be in the same way, and no one can do anything to each other.

"Well, this child Duan Lang has extraordinary qualifications, and more importantly, his cultivation is high. He can be comparable to the Sword Saint at a young age. It turns out that the Yangtze River's younger wave pushes the previous wave. It seems that in a few years, his martial arts will surpass our older generation." Looking at the equal situation between Duan Lang and the Sword Saint, Wuming spoke next to him, looking very relieved.

The Central Plains martial arts world was originally full of talents, but unfortunately Wuming defeated the top ten sects and killed the Wuming world. This is also the place where Wuming always felt a little guilty.

At this moment, he was mostly happy when he looked at the strength of Duan Lang.

Wu Yan smiled slightly at Wuming's words and did not say much.

Just a mere 1,600 crystal points. Such cultivation is just a well-known swordsman in the plane of One Piece. If his crystal points reach more than four or five thousand, I believe that is the time when Duanlang is truly terrifying.

Think about the eagle eye on the Pirate celestial plane, and one sword is enough to cut off a mountain. That is the style of a true swordsman.

When he fought with Duan Lang, the younger generation, he could not defeat him for a long time? He was amazed at the strength Duan Lang possessed, and the Sword Saint felt a little embarrassed.

Taking a deep breath, the Sword Saint said, "Be careful, Boy Duanlang, I am going to use the Supreme Sword."

After the words came, the sword saint's body suddenly floated in the air, endless sword energy appeared from the world, and then turned into a large storm of sword energy, sweeping towards the Duanlang.

The dense sword energy completely eliminates the space for others to block and dodge. There is obviously no other way to do this move except to take it head-on.

"Slash!", looking at the countless sword energy coming towards him, Duan Lang took a deep breath, and the fine steel sword in his hand slashed hard, turning into a huge slash.

In front of this slash, countless sword energy was indeed cut off, but more sword energy was like layer upon layer of waves, rushing over continuously, instantly swallowing the slash of Duanlang.

Armed color domineering!

Seeing this, Duan Lang could only passively defend, and the armed domineering power moved to the extreme, covering his entire body.

Looking at it, Duanlang seemed to have become a man made of steel.

Ding Ding Ding!

The dense sword energy instantly swallowed Duan Lang's body, and at the same time, a large number of gold and iron clashes sounded.

After a long time, the sword saint's aura was a little weak and fell from mid-air. It was obvious that the Wanjian Guizong, who had taken full advantage, consumed a lot of money for him.

On the other hand, Duan Lang looked very miserable. Under the countless sword energy, his clothes had turned into beggar costumes and were densely packed. However, his armed and domineering aura was still there.

Occasionally, a few sword energy barely breaks through the defense, but it only leaves a slight skin trauma, which is not worth worrying about.

"It's true that I'm old. The Yangtze River's waves push the previous waves. It's useless. In the future, this martial arts world belongs to you young people." After waved his hand, the sword saint also said with sighs and emotion.

"Senior Sword Saint, you didn't lose." Duan Lang felt a little embarrassed after listening to the words of the Sword Saint.

"Come on, I have been practicing swords for decades, but I can't defeat you, a young junior. Isn't this a loss?" The Sword Saint simply waved his hand and said.

The words of the Sword Saint made Duan Lang look surprised on his face and turn his head to look at Wu Yan.

"Okay, Duan Lang, come here..." Seeing Duan Lang's expression, Wu Yan smiled and after calling him over, Wu Yan followed him with a point of pointing at Duan Lang's eyebrows. At the same time, he opened his skill area and copied the blocking skill to him.

"By the way, Senior Sword Saint, there is still an unfinished decisive battle between you and Xiongba? I think the time has come." After looking at the copy progress bar on the computer interface, Wu Yan turned his head and said to the Sword Saint.

"As far as I know, the Japanese Jue Wushen has come to the Central Plains. His goal is Xiongba. If you don't go, maybe Xiongba will be defeated by Jue Wushen's hands."

"Oh? Is Jue Wushen from Japan?" Hearing Wu Yan's words, the Sword Saint raised his brow slightly and nodded. Without too much hesitation, he left the Zhonghua Pavilion and rushed towards the direction of the World Association.

Sure enough, when the sword saint finally arrived at the foot of the Tianxiahui Mountain after working for a few days, he could see the world's No. 1 floor. With a bang, it was almost half smashed by the powerful fist force.

In front of the world's first floor, Xiongba held Youruo's body, feeling heartbroken.

"Hmm? What are these eyes?" Jue Wushen looked at Xiongba's Three Gouyu Sharingans with a look of astonishment on his face.
Chapter completed!