Mu Nan Mountain! ? You are Mu Nanshan! ? "
When Chu Zhaozhao heard what Zheng Jingtong said, his eyes widened and he stared straight at the old man in red in front of him.
"Who is Mu Nanshan? Is he famous?" Song Qingqing on the side frowned and asked strangely.
After hearing this, Chu Zhaozhao glared at Song Qingqing: "Thanks to the fact that you have been in the Southern Territory for so long, you have never heard the name of the master of Shenhe Peak?"
"Master of Shenhe Peak?" Chu Qingxiao was also startled, with a strange look on his face.
After the battle more than ten years ago, Mu Nanshan left Tianxuan Mountain. Tianxuan Mountain spent a lot of effort but could not find any trace of him. Chu Qingxiao never thought that the old man traveling with him would be... The peak master of Kamigawa Peak.
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"What? Master Zheng can come to Wangjiang Terrace, but I, Mu Nanshan, can't come?" Mu Nanshan asked with a smile when faced with Zheng Jingtong's question.
Zheng Jingtong's expression was extremely ugly.
There was no trace of the relaxed look on his face just now, and he secretly thought that Mu Nanshan was a notoriously lazy person among the Seven Peaks.
In the early years when I was at Kamigawa Peak, I liked to sit there and hand over all matters on Kamikawa Peak to the people below to deal with them. I would spend the whole day sightseeing or drinking and having fun. It was even rumored that, There are rumors that he lingers in the land of Goulan.
After the civil strife in the Xia Dynasty more than ten years ago, he simply left without saying goodbye and went to who knows where.
There has been almost no news for more than ten years. If the soul lamp connected to his soul had not been extinguished, Shenhe Peak would have changed its dynasty and established a new peak master.
After so many years, the guy who had not been heard from suddenly came back and appeared at Wangjiang Tower, before the battle for the Divine Sword. Zheng Jingtong would not believe it if there was no conspiracy behind it.
"Mu Nanshan... You want to be the happy god of your wandering clouds and wild cranes. It has nothing to do with me, but that sword, my daughter..."
"I don't know why Sword Ancestor chose her, but your daughter doesn't have that kind of wisdom." Mu Nanshan interrupted Zheng Jingtong: "That sword doesn't like him..."
His tone was calm and what he said was straightforward.
Zheng Jingtong heard the hidden meaning behind his words, and frowned: "Although my ring tone is incompetent, it has now touched the threshold of the Seventh Realm. Looking at the entire younger generation of Tianxuan Mountain, there is almost no one who can compare with it. If If I, Lingyin, are not worthy of this sword, then who can?"
"sword."
"It's not about cultivation."
"It's the heart." Mu Nanshan responded in a deep voice.
"A sword is like a ruler in the sky, equivalent to black and white."
"How can you deserve a divine weapon when you are forcing your fellow disciples like this?!"
Zheng Jingtong looked at Mu Nanshan, who was speaking seriously, and was stunned. The next moment, he seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Times have changed."
"Master Sheppard, do you still hold on to the long-destroyed motto as a dogma?"
Zheng Jingtong said with a smile. When he said this, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly showed a sarcastic look on his face: "Or do you, Mu Nanshan, have selfish motives and want to monopolize this kind of divine thing?"
"Thankfully, I thought you, Mu Nanshan, were really pure and stoic, but it turns out that you can't afford to start early without any benefit!"
"What? You failed in the ten realms. Now that you heard that a divine sword has been born, you want to use the sword to prove the truth?"
Mu Nanshan shook his head: "Peak Master Zheng, you and I have different views, so we can't talk like a chicken talking to a duck."
"I think it's better to use the sword to correct wrong."
After saying these words, bursts of powerful sword intent suddenly rose up around Mu Nanshan. At the same time, a golden divine sword also appeared out of thin air behind him, and the golden stream of light reflected it. The mountain road that has not yet been illuminated shines like daylight.
"Yinhan! Ranked ninth among the thirty-six Tiangang Divine Swords in Tianxuan Mountain." Chu Zhaozhao approached Chu Qingxiao and others at this time and spoke softly.
Chu Qingxiao and others also felt the sword intent contained in the golden divine sword, and they all nodded secretly.
"That's exactly what I meant." Zheng Jingtong said.
As soon as he said this, he stretched his hand forward, palm down, and touched it gently.
At this moment, a purple divine sword appeared as his palm passed by.
There was a strange purple stream of light lingering on the divine sword, and a purple python could be vaguely seen moving around the sword.
"Purple Dragon. Ranked eleventh among the Tiangang Divine Swords." Chu Zhaozhao spoke timely again.
Both of them were powerful men of the Nine Realms. At this moment, they were exerting their full strength. Under the surge of sword intent, the entire forest seemed to tremble under this powerful aura.
Before the two of them took action, the raging wind spread out in all directions like a tide.
The woods on both sides of the mountain road rustled, and Chu Qingxiao and others were almost unable to stand upright in the aftermath of the collision of powerful air machines, and could not move.
In a battle of this level, people with their level of cultivation have no chance of intervening.
Even the most trivial aftermath could kill an ordinary person. Under this power, Chu Qingxiao and others could not help but feel secretly frightened.
But just when both sides were mobilizing their sword intent and true energy to the extreme, they were preparing to take action to decide the outcome.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Suddenly there was a sound coming from the cliff behind him.
It's footsteps.
It was the kind of footsteps that were a bit laborious and seemed to require all the strength of the person every time they fell, but at the same time they were very firm.
The sound was not loud, but in such a tense atmosphere at this moment, it seemed extremely clear.
Almost everyone turned their heads and looked behind them at this moment.
On the mountain road leading to Wangjiang Terrace, an old man was holding a sword and walking down the rugged mountain road like a girl.
His steps were trembling and his body was a little bent.
But the hand he held the sword was strong.
But his eyes were so bright.
His green shirt was lifted up in the mountain breeze.
The wine gourd on his waist was swaying gently.
The hair on his forehead also immediately rose.
He comes with a sword.
The rising sun was rising behind him, and the golden morning light spread on his shoulders.
Boiling hot, scorching hot.
It seemed to set him on fire.
At that moment, he looked very much like the blue-shirted swordsman in the story.
No.
At that moment, he was the blue-shirted swordsman in the story.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, he arrived in front of Mu Nanshan.
He turned around and faced Zheng Jingtong.
His eyes were determined.
He mobilized the remaining sword intention in his body and took a stance. The prairie fire sword in his hand seemed to feel something, and at that moment it let out a high-pitched sword cry that had never been heard before.
The sound was clear and bright.
Straight into the sky and throughout the world.
Amidst the clear sound of the sword, the old man turned his head and looked at Mu Nanshan, just like he did every time in the past.
he said.
"Under the Shenhe Peak, the thirty-eighth generation inner disciple, Sun Li."
"Come here to serve as the peak master..."
"Assist the sword!"
