The next day.
It was a rare occasion when Wang Cheng didn't have to get up early to practice martial arts. He lay in bed and waited until the sun shone through the window before getting up.
It was raining and windy last night, and locust leaves and locust flowers fell all over the courtyard. In the past, someone had already cleaned the place.
He once said: Those who practice swordsmanship must cultivate themselves, and what kind of swordsmanship can be practiced by what kind of person. The swordsmanship practiced by brave people is mostly brave, the swordsmanship practiced by upright people is mostly resolute, and the swordsmanship practiced by calm people is mostly cautious.
Don't think sweeping the floor is just the most ordinary trivial matter, but if you can sweep the floor clean and spotless in the shortest time, that's your skill!
Wang Cheng held the broom in his hand, and he could understand between the lines of the teacher's words.
As a soldier, he certainly knew the importance of internal affairs, so he swept the courtyard clean, then took out a three-foot sharp sword that the teacher had personally ground and hung it on his waist.
The teacher said in the martial arts inheritance left to him: When you feel that you no longer need to think about self-cultivation, you can enter the second step of learning swordsmanship.
He knew what kind of person he wanted to be, and he knew it a long time ago.
Self-cultivation is the first step.
Enlightenment of the sword is the second step.
Using the sword is the third step.
This is the swordsmanship passed down to him by his teacher. There are no specific moves, but what he passed on to him is the best swordsmanship in the world, because the teacher left him endless space for him to fill.
A good teacher never limits a student's thinking, but gives him endless reverie and creation.
Feeling the weight of the sword at his waist, Wang Cheng officially began his sword mastery.
Just, realize what? How to realize it?
The teacher didn't mention a word. Did he leave in a hurry and forget to talk, or did he just let him realize it on his own?
He looked to the south, which was the direction of Shuzhou.
Has the teacher returned to Jiange?
Zhang Xiaosheng is naturally already at Jiange!
With his cultivation reaching the level of Dacheng Wu King, his speed has reached hundreds of meters in an instant. From Tiandu Mansion to Shuzhou Jiange, it is thousands of miles away. For him, one day is enough.
This has been passed down for hundreds of years, has produced three powerful Martial Kings, and is one of the top forces in the world today. It is built on the highest and steepest mountain in Shuzhou - Tianjian Mountain!
Just like its name, Tianjian Mountain is like a divine sword falling from the sky, and the thick, straight mountain is like the blade of the divine sword.
The sword pavilion is built on the top of the mountain.
A vast and majestic building complex, with a nine-story tower in the center, is the most iconic place of Jiange and the sacred place in the hearts of all Jiange disciples - Hidden Sword Pavilion.
However, this sacred place was now split in half from top to bottom.
The person who took action was none other than Zhang Xiaosheng!
He was dressed in a green robe, holding a spiritual sword, standing in the air, his thick black hair fluttering in the wind, looking like an immortal.
In the huge martial arts field below, there were densely packed people, all dressed in white, who were the disciples of Jiange.
However, many of them, who used to be so high-spirited in the past, are now like lingering breaths, with weak breaths, blood at the corners of their mouths, and serious injuries.
"Go to the Protector Sect's great formation!"
With a loud shout, all the Jiange disciples moved and immediately formed a large circular formation.
An old man with gray hair and a childish face suddenly appeared in the air, and a spiritual sword appeared with him.
The spirit sword was one meter and three meters long and completely black. It floated quietly above the old man's head, like a crawling dragon in mid-air, and could strike a fatal blow at any time.
The old man shouted: "Get up!"
The next moment, all the sword pavilion disciples shot their swords into the air.
"Groan!"
The black spiritual sword hanging above the old man's head rotated slowly, and then rose into the air. The swords that were flying into the air also rose with it.
When it moves, the sword moves.
It stops, the sword stops.
At this moment, all the swords seemed to be integrated with this black spiritual sword.
Densely hanging in the air, the tip of the sword is facing down. Just waiting to fall, all living creatures within a hundred meters will be turned into powder in an instant.
The old man shouted again: "Fall!"
Zhang Xiao, who had been motionless until now, came to life. He had only one movement, holding the spiritual sword and stabbing into the sky.
"Boom!"
a bolt from the blue!
A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the clear sky, like a thunder dragon hitting the black spiritual sword instantly.
"Snapped!"
The black spiritual sword was knocked away, and the condensed sword formation also dissipated in an instant.
The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell from mid-air to the ground. He said in disbelief: "How could it be?"
The Sect-protecting Formation of the Sword Pavilion is world-famous, and countless strong men have died under this sword formation. A strong man from King Wu once came to provoke him, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and fled.
He was just dealing with Zhang Xiaosheng, who had just broken through King Wu. How could he be broken at once?
Zhang Xiaosheng stepped on the void, looked down at the old man, and said: "You can't do it! Let Xue Wendao come!"
After being told "no" by a junior in public, the old man's face turned the color of pig liver and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.
You know, he is the current person in charge of Jiange. Twenty years ago he was a famous grand master in the world. Now he is the perfect martial arts master and is known as Xue Yijian, the one who cuts the river with one sword.
Xue Yijian stood up and said: "Our ancestors were no longer in Jiange fifty years ago. You know this!"
Xue Wendao is the third strong Martial King in Jiange. He broke through to the Martial King realm eighty or ninety years ago and is now almost 150 years old.
"He's not in now?"
Zhang Xiaosheng suddenly sneered, and with a casual move, a strand of spirit energy tied Xue Yijian tightly like a rope, and he was lifted from the ground to the front.
No chance to struggle at all!
Xue Yijian's feet were dangling in the air, and his body was too rigid to move. He was a lot older, and in front of everyone, he looked like a child who had made a mistake.
If possible, he could not wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it right now.
What a shame!
Zhang Xiaosheng stared at him and said, "It was you who insisted on abolishing my father back then, and today I will abolish you too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed at Xue Yijian's dantian Qi sea, shattering the Yuan Dan in the Qi sea.
Xue Yijian suddenly felt that the energy in his body was drained. He suddenly seemed to have aged dozens of years and became a dying person.
He was originally in his seventies, but because of his advanced cultivation, he looked like he was in his fifties. Now that the cultivation that maintained his appearance was abolished, he naturally returned to his original appearance, or even older.
"Where's Ye Tianming?"
Zhang Xiaosheng did not intend to reveal it. Xue Yijian was a participant in what happened back then, and Ye Tianming was the executor.
"have no idea!"
Xue Yijian refused to confess Ye Tianming to death, but instead persuaded him: "Zhang Xiaosheng, so many years have passed since that incident, and you have become a strong King of Wu. What else can't you let go of?"
"lay down?"
Zhang Xiaosheng grabbed his neck and lifted him up. A pair of dark eyes seemed to penetrate into the depths of his soul and said: "You said it lightly! Do you know how I have lived these years?"
With no cultivation, Xue Yijian couldn't breathe anymore and his neck was pinched again, and his legs kicked wildly.
"master!"
"Master!"
Below Xue Yijian's disciples and disciples were anxious, but none of them dared to rush forward.
"Zhang Xiaosheng! I'm here!"
A man came from the Hidden Sword Pavilion. He was also a boy with white hair, dressed in white, with a sinister face and a strong aura. People who are not in power would not have such a temperament.
As soon as this man appeared, Xue Yijian struggled fiercely and said intermittently: "Zhang Xiaosheng, let him go. If you want to kill him, kill me. He is already a Perfection Realm Martial Sect, you can't kill him!"
Wuzong is too important to a sect, and the cost of cultivating one Wuzong is too high. Even if it is as strong as Jiange, losing two Wuzong in succession will break bones. What's more, they are not ordinary martial arts masters, but two perfect realm martial arts masters.
Zhang Xiaosheng sneered and pointed at Ye Tianming who was walking step by step.
However, this sword that could easily kill a martial artist disappeared strangely when it approached Ye Tianming.
Zhang Xiaosheng frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed his eyebrows and sneered: "Do you think that thing can protect you?"
"kill!"
Ye Tianming suddenly shouted loudly, and a bright light flashed from his body, instantly stabbing Zhang Xiaosheng in the chest.
However, Zhang Xiaosheng did not move even half a step, and there was no trace of blood on his body. He only saw him raising two fingers on his chest, and the golden light was firmly clamped.
This is obviously a sword, but it is as thin as a cicada's wing and completely transparent, as if it does not exist in the sunlight.
"Flying Immortal Sword?"
Zhang Xiaosheng recognized this sword. It was the natal spiritual weapon of the powerful King of Martial Arts from the Ye family.
This sword is famous for its extreme speed. It has been stained with the blood of countless strong men and has long since transformed into a first-class spiritual weapon. The martial arts inheritance of the Ye family's martial king is all contained in this sword.
If he were to face the new King of Martial Arts, Ye Tianming had a sword in his hand and would be invincible. He might even be able to counterattack, but he encountered Zhang Xiaosheng!
Therefore, after seeing Zhang Xiaosheng break the sword easily, Ye Tianming, who had lived a long time, almost knelt down.
"You...what state are you in?"
First, he broke through the sect-protecting formation with one sword, and then clamped the Feixian Sword with one move. No one thought that Zhang Xiaosheng was just a new martial king.
"Back to you!"
Zhang Xiaosheng flicked his hand, and the Feixian Sword instantly pierced Ye Tianming's Dantian Qi Sea.
Feeling that there was no more fluctuation in cultivation in his body, Ye Tianming couldn't believe it: "Cultivation? My cultivation!"
Then, he yelled at Zhang Xiaosheng like crazy: "You are a bastard! Give me back my cultivation!"
Zhang Xiaosheng said coldly: "Back then, you ruined my father's cultivation like this. Now it's just tit for tat! After all, you took advantage and lived for decades longer!"
"No! Bastard! Give me back my cultivation! Give me back my cultivation!"
Ye Tianming shouted and rushed towards Zhang Xiaosheng, but after running a few steps, he fell to the ground, still mumbling.
Zhang Xiaosheng shook his head and stopped talking to this person, but he did not leave just yet. It was clear that he would continue to investigate.
Xue Yijian was greatly worried when he saw this. Countless people who participated in the dethronement of Zhang Qianling were now martial arts masters. If they were all deposed, Jiange's strength would seriously decline.
"stop!"
