The two of them hurried back, and remained silent when faced with questioning from their fellow disciples. Wu Zhi refused to give way. Song Linjie wanted to draw his sword, but before Tuantian could passively unsheath it, he seemed to be pulled by his heart and had to find another way. New owner.
Song Linjie swung his legs in a bow position, sunk deep into the rain-soaked grass, and inserted the scabbard into the ground. The sword was slightly sharp, and if Song Linjie hadn't pressed hard, it would have almost shot out of the sky.
A red mirage bloomed all over Song Linjie's body. The two people on the side were forced to take a step back by the momentum. In broad daylight, someone dared to snatch his knife. How could this not make people angry? Song Linjie roared hoarsely: "Go back!"
When Song Linjie's momentum was enough to suppress the sudden sword intention, the Heavenly Forging Sword calmed down and returned to calm.
The two people on the side who didn't often use swords didn't know it yet, but Song Linjie had already guessed that there were only two people in the world who could do this. One was his grandfather, and the other was Du Haifanxin, the Sword Saint of the Northern Territory. Song Linjie took a deep breath and said softly: "That person is here."
As soon as Song Linjie finished speaking, they all raised their heads and looked up. A man came with a sword, followed by nine small flying knives. He was not completely different from the sword king Song Qingtian in a domineering atmosphere, but gave people the impression of a gentle and elegant Confucian saint. It's so touching that people can't help but call it a fairy.
And this Sword Saint indeed lived up to his immortal appearance. At this time of year, gardenias were blooming, and many were planted in the mountains of the academy. The arrival of Du Haifanxin also attracted many flowers to bloom, but only the gardenias bloomed. The flowers are bright and have a pure and strong fragrance, which naturally overshadows other bright flowers. This is also related to his practice of swordsmanship, so the world also calls him a "Flower God".
Du Haifanxin passed directly over the academy disciples on the rugged mountain road and headed straight to the top of the mountain. He shouted loudly: "Brother Song, Xin is here as promised. Please give me a fight."
This soul-stirring sound made not only the disciples in the academy rush to the mountain in a hurry, but also some passers-by who were wandering at the foot of the mountain heard it like thunder. According to Song Qingtian's past regulations, if anyone goes up the mountain to challenge, anyone can It is possible to watch the battle on the mountainside, which makes everyone impatient to walk up the mountain, just to get a good position and watch the master showdown.
At this moment, in the entire academy, only the old dean Jing Wuchen, who was in retreat, and the man on the fifteenth floor of the building in the courtyard remained unmoved. Yang Shanshu, who guarded the mountain gate, had forgotten about the man in the sky and was still sighing: "Wow, this person is so powerful. Stop him." Can’t stop, do you want to take action?”
The three people who were originally arguing at the foot of the mountain also rushed to the meeting at this time. They did not want to waste time with him, so they took out their cards. Wu Zhi did not forget to remind him: "Hey, you silly big man, why don't you come to watch the battle? The battle between the great masters Competition is not something you can just see if you want to see it.”
Yang Shanshu shook his head: "No, I still have to guard the mountain gate."
The three of them shook their heads and ran to the top of the mountain as quickly as possible without paying any attention to this inexperienced fool.
As all the disciples from the academy gathered together, passers-by also walked halfway up the mountain. When they saw the Yang Shanshu guarding the mountain gate, they consciously stopped. There were people who were angry and dissatisfied and wanted to use force to break the way up the mountain, but were directly hit by the Yang Shanshu with the body of the iron tower. Sticks blocked the waist and killed people. Later, people became wiser. Occasionally, there would be people who were more capable than poplar trees. When visitors came, they would also know the rules of the rivers and lakes. They would just cross over and go up the mountain alone. They would never hurt this person. However, judging from the current situation, there is no such thing. Waiting for a skilled person.
On Kongyao Mountain,
The Sword Saint slowly descended, put away his sword and stood, waiting for Brother Song to appear.
After Du Haifan fell in love, Zhang Ling saw clearly what the Sword Saint looked like and heard that he was about the same age as Dean Song, but now he looked like a middle-aged scribe, and he was really good at giving birth.
It was also the first time for other disciples in the academy to see the Sword Saint come to the academy. Only Li Jingqiu, a disciple of his grandfather, the Sword King, had traveled with his master and had seen the true appearance of the Sword Saint.
Everyone looked at each other silently and waited for about two or three hours before the dean came.
Song Qingtian walked over slowly, changing his usual domineering demeanor and showing a peaceful expression. Du Haifan was also surprised and worried: "What's wrong with Brother Song? Has the injury not recovered yet?"
Song Qingtian's domineering aura reappeared, and he said firmly: "It doesn't matter, I, Song Qingtian, the first generation grandmaster of Tiantang Hall, will not break my promise today."
Feeling in their hearts that the two masters were about to fight, they quickly dispersed. The nine flying knives that had originally landed on the ground floated and hovered motionless beside Du Haifan's mind and body. Everyone on the mountainside also felt this, and those who were sitting on the ground waiting boredly also jumped to the ground. They got up and looked at the top of the mountain together, but unfortunately they still couldn't see anything. They didn't know if they could get down the mountain when they started, otherwise the trip would have been in vain.
Song Qingtian bent his bow, and the big sword in his hand, Torrent, was not among the top ten famous swords in the world, and it was not as good as the ice flower in Du Haifanxin's hand, which ranked third, but this sword was better than thousands of magic weapons in his hands. The weapon must be The best, but the most suitable, but just when the two of them were about to get into a fight, they saw Song Linjie draw a knife and block it in front of his grandfather, and said forcefully: "Senior Du Hai, my grandfather was injured when he tried to save me with a knife, so he postponed the competition. So far, it's really unfair to my grandfather that you are competing for the title of the best swordsman in the world. You came with great momentum, and my grandfather has not recovered from his injury. I don't want to stop this battle, and I don't have the ability. I want to strike first instead of my grandfather."
Du Haifan thought about it in his heart, and naturally he had heard about this matter. He had used the sword that had been cultivated for five years to save his grandson and was injured. However, he did not expect that the other party's injury was so serious, so he asked: "How about you?" Is it Song Linjie?"
Song Linjie's eyes were firm and unmoved, and he nodded in agreement. Du Haifan smiled gently: "Okay, I just want to see how much the grandson that Brother Song saved at the cost of serious injuries weighs."
Song Qingtian also took a few steps back, his expression unchanged, but his heart was filled with relief.
Song Linjie did not hesitate, and faced the master with only respect and no fear. He unsheathed the Heavenly Forging Sword and inserted it into the ground, activating the secret technique. His Qi suddenly climbed to its peak, which was even a little better than last night. The red flames of the mirage extended outward from the body. One foot, his legs cracked the bluestone pavement, and he began to inject all his energy into the Sky Forging Sword. Where the blade was inserted into the ground, the traces of broken bluestone became more complicated and long. After a long time, the looming red fire patterns finally solidified, and the energy in Song Linjie's body They were almost exhausted, and at the right time, the Sky Forging Sword instantly broke away from the ground, the bluestone exploded into a crater, and the brand new Sky Forging Sword also ignited a virtual flame, brilliant Yayoi.
Song Linjie started to step forward, like dragging a mountain, one step at a time, and he stood up five feet away from Du Haifan's heart. There were no fancy changes, just the same domineering style as Song Qingtian, heading towards his head. Cut down.
Du Haifan was calm and calm, and flicked a flying knife named Chiying in front of him. The flying knife shook its blade, and he rushed forward after receiving the order as if it was alive.
The two knives, whose bodies were far apart, collided together, making a low roar, and they were just stuck in mid-air.
