The sword cultivator of the Hidden Sword Sect looked around at the broken walls and ruins, but no one dared to respond.
The Hidden Sword Sect here has a large number of people, and the other sword cultivators are basically casual cultivators with little background. Unless they are strong enough to ignite the fire of 70% to 80% of the soul, they will not be able to fight against the sword cultivators of the Hidden Sword Sect.
The Confucian Taomu Sword monk looked at the aggressive Hidden Sword Sect monk. He thought for a while, sighed, and decided to go to Daolian Tian below to look for opportunities. It does not necessarily have to be looking for opportunities or treasures related to swordsmanship.
He walked sadly outside the dilapidated city.
"Stop!" The monk from the Hidden Sword Sect sneered:
"Just now you faced dozens of people from our Hidden Sword Sect alone. You clearly despised our Hidden Sword Sect. Do you want to leave today without giving me an explanation?"
"Obviously, it's obviously you who are bullying me." The monk in Confucian shirt became angry.
"Who saw it? Huh?" The monk from the Hidden Sword Sect looked around at the casual cultivators and said with a smile:
"Who saw it?
It is clear that you despise our Hidden Sword Sect. You must kowtow to us and admit your mistake, and then hand over your peach wood sword!
Otherwise, we will break your hands and feet, throw you into the sword furnace, and let you find fortune. "
"You... you..." The monk in Confucian shirt felt the humiliation. He looked around. Facing the powerful Hidden Sword Sect, the casual cultivators did not dare to speak. He pulled out the peach wood sword, his whole body was trembling, and he tilted his head. Pointing to the monks of the Hidden Sword Sect, he shouted loudly:
"It's too much to bully someone."
The monk in Confucian shirt swung a sword, the sword energy was like the breeze, simple but containing a ray of Tao Yun.
The monks of the Hidden Sword Sect held their swords and watched as if they were watching a joke, allowing the monks in Confucian shirts to perform their sword skills.
The monk in Confucian shirt kept making sword moves, and the sword energy gathered around him into a light blue lotus. His original cultivation level in the early stage of the God Transformation Realm, he displayed sword energy comparable to the peak of the God Transformation Realm.
The onlookers were shocked. It seemed that the Confucian-shirted swordsman's swordsmanship was of a high level, otherwise how could he display such outstanding sword energy.
The sword cultivators of the Hidden Sword Sect laughed endlessly. A monk who had ignited the fire of the soul walked out of the team without hesitation and raised his hand to strike with a sword.
One sword slashed away the Lotus Sword Qi of the Confucian-robed swordsman, and a hidden sword struck the Confucian-robed swordsman again, sending him flying away and slamming him onto the pile of rocks.
"Hahaha...that's it?" the Hidden Sword Sect monk said with sarcasm on his face:
"Vulnerable!"
The scholar-robed swordsman vomited blood and broke his mahogany sword. His eyes were full of reluctance.
It's not that he lost to the Hidden Sword Sect in swordsmanship, it's just that his cultivation level was too far behind the monks of the Hidden Sword Sect.
"I'll use you to sacrifice my sword." The monk from the Hidden Sword Sect who just took action pulled out a sword flower in his hand, and a sword energy cut through the void and struck at the swordsman in Confucian shirt.
As expected, with this sword strike, the Confucian swordsman will die.
But if nothing else, the accident happened.
When the sword energy was about to reach a foot in front of the Confucian-robed swordsman, it was suddenly solidified, and then the sword energy turned into a wisp of white mist and floated towards the sky.
Three figures fell from the sky.
The white mist of sword energy drifted into the black-robed man in the middle and disappeared.
The three people who came were none other than the three Zhao Wujiang people who came to the Kendo Cave to seek opportunities.
Zhao Wujiang stood in front of the Confucian swordsman, picked up the broken peach wood sword, smiled and shook his head:
"The Hidden Sword Sect's swords are good, its swordsmanship is good, and its sword energy is also good, but the people are not good at it."
Li Chunjun picked up the Confucian-shirted swordsman and slapped the Confucian-shirted swordsman on the back to heal his injuries.
Xuanyuan Jing looked around, fanning gently with the folding fan in his hand. He was as handsome as any other, and he was majestic and majestic, like a handsome young master.
"Many... many thanks to the three knights for coming to the rescue." The Confucian-shirted swordsman clasped his fists sincerely, his face pale.
"Who are you? Dare to insult our Hidden Sword Sect?" The monks of the Hidden Sword Sect shouted angrily. Dozens of people surrounded Zhao Wujiang and the three of them. The casual cultivators around him were frightened and dispersed, not daring to take this trip. Muddy water.
"Oh, I think you misunderstood." Zhao Wujiang smiled devilishly:
"I'm not insulting the Hidden Sword Sect, I'm insulting you. If the Hidden Sword Sect is all like you, I think it would be better for the Hidden Sword Sect to disband as soon as possible."
"Boy, you are looking for death!" The Hidden Sword Sect monk was furious and pointed his sword directly at him.
