"I, I don't accept it!"
Shen Fujian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up staggeringly, and stared at Jiang Hao, "You are just a cultivator in the Vientiane Realm! No matter what background you have, or what strong people help you, it does not belong to you! If you want to To become a core disciple of my Qinglong branch, you must be truly strong!"
Seeing that he was still unyielding, even Master Baili, who had a certain affection for him, couldn't help but frown.
He wanted to step forward to stop him, but he heard a voice in his ear.
But I heard the old master Wenzhou say: "Leave this son to Jiang Hao himself."
He was shocked and understood Wenzhou's thoughts——
Naturally, the old master was not powerless to stop Shen Fujian, but he had the heart to cherish his talents. Only by leaving it to Jiang Hao himself can such an arrogant genius return home!
And Wen Zhou also believed that Jiang Hao had that kind of strength!
For a moment, Instructor Baili couldn't help but become curious: How on earth would Jiang Zhenzhuan subdue a stubborn person like Shen Fujian? Is it the tip of the iceberg that reveals combat power? Or defeat it forcefully?
…
"Beat me!"
Shen Fujian's eyes were wild, "As long as you can defeat me, I, Shen Fujian, will accept you as my true successor!"
"Hey! You're such a stubborn idiot. I'll beat the shit out of you if you don't."
The crazy instructor was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go up and wake him up on the spot.
"Teacher Mo, step back."
Finally, Jiang Hao laid his eyes on Shen Fujian——
It wasn't until this moment that he looked squarely at Shen Negijian.
Then, Jiang Hao said calmly: "You are not worthy of challenging me."
"Don't you dare to accept the challenge? You only dare to tell these men to come out and bluff for you——"
Jiang Hao gently flicked his sleeves and interrupted him: "I see that you are carrying a sword bag, so you should be the one who wields the sword. In this case, I will use my sword!"
"If you can understand 30% of this sword, I will hand over the core position of Qinglong Branch to you."
Suddenly, Shen Fujian looked horrified, and a look of extreme shock suddenly surged——
The drama started!
The sword pouch behind his back suddenly exploded. No matter how he controlled it, the sword that was linked to life rose into the sky, crossed a semicircle, and fell into Jiang Hao's palm obediently.
With a command, you can control other people's swords!
With this hand alone, Jiang Hao could easily kill him.
"See clearly!"
The sword flew across the sky and suddenly split the sky.
A vast divine chain of laws fell down, and the original power of the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind roared crazily, accompanied by a long sword slashing through the sky.
"Zheng!"
The explosion sounded, and a clear sword mark was immediately left in the void.
It's like the real thing. No matter how the wind blows, he won't cut back even half a point, soaring through the air!
"Sword Intent Brand! This, this is Sword Intent Brand!"
"It is said that when the master of the Qinglong Sword reached the top, he cut through the air with one sword, and his sword power lasted for three days! This true successor can actually do it. He, he has the appearance of a sword master!"
The leaders of the subordinate sects felt like their buttocks were on fire. They could no longer sit down and jumped up from their chairs one by one.
Even if Jiang Hao's current cultivation level is still shallow, with this sword alone, everyone believes that he will definitely be able to aspire to the realm of the upper realm lord in the future!
Moreover, he is an absolute powerhouse at the "True Domain" level among high-ranking Domain Lords!
"This sword, this sword..."
Shen Fujian seemed to be in a daze, staring at the sword intention in mid-air. There were infinite emotions flowing in his eyes, and there were countless sword moves lingering in the sea of consciousness, constantly colliding, evolving, and disappearing.
Suddenly, he made a "poof" sound! He spit out a big mouthful of blood!
"Are you convinced?"
Jiang Hao said calmly.
"No...I don't accept it! I can do it! I definitely can do it!"
Shen Fujian's whole body was immersed in the imprint of the sword intention. He was stubborn by nature and never believed that he could not even comprehend the sword intention that Jiang Hao casually struck.
He was able to cultivate all the way to the Territory Lord Realm with the resources of the Qinglong Branch. Naturally, he is also a person with extraordinary talent. He has mastered up to six prefecture-level swordsmanship in his lifetime! There are as many as two heaven-level swordsmanships!
At this moment, in order to understand the meaning of the sword, he desperately mobilized all his swordsmanship insights, constantly deducing and changing, trying to get a glimpse of the true meaning.
Unfortunately, the more he deduced, the more he felt that the sword intention was all-encompassing and vast——
In his eyes, there seemed to be countless scattered fireworks blooming, countless voices roaring, and countless celestial phenomena trembling.
"Puff puff!"
In an instant, Shen Fujian groaned uncontrollably and spurted out mouthfuls of blood.
"Are you convinced?"
Jiang Hao's expression remained unchanged, showing no mercy.
Shen Fujian gritted his teeth and still stubbornly stared at the sword intention: "I, I will not admit defeat——"
He desperately mobilized all his spiritual consciousness, and a layer of virtual world spread out behind him, and all the life breath was used to sense the sword's brand.
However, in his sea of consciousness, the sword brand suddenly began to expand!
"Boom!"
It seemed like thousands of huge mountains had fallen.
Shen Fujian felt as if his sea of consciousness was being shattered, the virtual world behind him suddenly shook violently, and more than a hundred acupuncture points on his body were filled with the sword's will.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
A clear explosion sounded, and bright blood flowers exploded from Shen Fujian's body. Those acupuncture points exploded one after another, and blood surged all over his body!
The image is extremely sad.
"Brother! Stop! Please, give in!"
Mu Qingmei couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to hold him tightly, crying and begging.
Shen Fujian smiled miserably. Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't understand the secret of the sword's intention.
That kind of despair, that kind of powerlessness, that kind of——
The despair brought about by the chasm-like gap swept across my heart!
Shen Fujian could no longer hold on, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground with a bang——
"Disciple Shen Niejian, pay homage to the true successor!"
