Tang Batian fell to the ground, his face pale. The knife just now had exhausted the true energy in his body.
He looked at Qin Fan in shock and muttered to himself unwillingly: "How is this possible? How is this possible? How can he stop my slashing of heaven and earth!"
"Except for the master, no one in this world can stop the sword from heaven and earth!"
Qin Fan slowly flew over and landed five meters in front of him. He looked at him with an indifferent expression: "Nothing is impossible. Although your sword is good, it is not invincible. It is not difficult to break this sword."
"Now, can you hand over my friend?"
Tang Batian lowered his head slightly, as if he still hadn't woken up from the blow just now.
The Wuzong disciples gathered around him, all dejected.
Several elders died in the battle and the clan leader was defeated.
For thousands of years, except for the original Qingming Sword Immortal, Wuzong had never suffered such a disastrous defeat.
However, Tang Batian suddenly raised his head and showed a strange smile: "Boy, do you think you have won? My martial arts background is beyond your imagination."
Qin Fan frowned and asked curiously: "What? Does your Wuzong still have masters?"
"Hahaha, of course!" Tang Batian looked up to the sky and laughed, with a confident look on his face.
Any trump cards?
All the Wuzong disciples looked blankly at Tang Batian, who was looking up to the sky and laughing.
Is the sect leader stupid? Even he was defeated, so what trump card did Wu Zong have?
However, Tang Batian suddenly turned around and knelt down facing the direction of Wuzong's hall: "Ancestor, Wuzong is in trouble, please take action!"
Everyone was instantly moved, looking in horror at the direction where Tang Batian was worshiping. There was nothing there except the majestic Wuzong Hall.
"Ancestor of Wuzong? Does Wuzong still have such a person?" Many people have questions in their minds.
For hundreds of years, the existence of the ancestor of Wuzong has never been heard of.
Qin Fan also followed Tang Batian's gaze and looked towards the Wuzong Hall, but his gaze went further. Looking directly at the tall tower behind Wuzong Hall.
It was an octagonal stone tower. I didn't know what it was used for. This kind of building was incompatible with the surroundings and shouldn't appear in that place.
At this moment, a figure in black flew out from the top of the stone tower, and then shot straight towards the martial arts field.
"There really is someone!"
"Who could that be?"
Everyone was confused and looked at the black figure curiously.
Soon, a short old man with a withered face landed in the martial arts arena.
He is really old. You can't feel the breath of life on his body, and you can't even sense his cultivation level. He is just like an ordinary old man, who is about to die.
He slowly walked up to Tang Batian and gave him a cold look: "Wuzong's face has been completely humiliated by you. You can't even defeat a child."
When Tang Batian heard this, he turned pale with fright and kept kowtowing to the old man: "Ancestor, it's not my fault. I have worked hard and practiced hard for so many years, and I didn't dare to slack off at all, just to bring glory to Wuzong. But. This kid came in from outside and is ridiculously strong. I have no choice but to ask my ancestor to come forward."
The old man glanced sideways at Qin Fan without stopping at all, just like looking at a passerby. Obviously, he didn't take Qin Fan seriously at all, even though Qin Fan had just defeated the master of Wuzong.
"Get up, stand aside and watch!"
"Yes!" Tang Batian stood up as if he had received an amnesty, stepped aside respectfully, and reminded in a low voice: "Ancestor, this boy's strength is not simple, you..."
The old man interrupted him and said calmly: "You don't need to say more, can't I still see it?"
Tang Batian asked for trouble and immediately shut up, not daring to say a word.
Everyone around looked at the old man with doubts on their faces.
"Who is this? He has no aura at all. If Sect Leader Tang hadn't been so respectful to him, I would have thought he was a liar."
"Is this the ancestor of the Wuzong? I've never heard of it!"
If these people lived on the Earth Star, as soon as this old man appeared, they would definitely scream: Master Ma has come out to lie to people again.
However, some old monsters who had lived longer looked at the old man with doubts.
"Ancestor of the Wuzong? Anyone who can be called an ancestor must be a senior of the previous generation of the Wuzong."
"But aren't the first two Wuzong masters long dead?"
"Who is he?"
Mo Liusheng and others also frowned and thought hard.
Trying to remember the identity of this old man.
However, no one can guess it.
The old man walked up to Qin Fan and looked at Qin Fan arrogantly, just like an elder looking at a junior.
Then, he said in an old-fashioned way: "Boy, if you can defeat that good-for-nothing Ba Tian, your strength is pretty good. If you are willing to become my disciple and join my Wuzong sect, I can spare your life."
Qin Fan sneered: "Sorry, I'm not interested."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "It seems that you are tired of living."
"Introduce yourself, I am Lin Xuanfeng!"
Qin Fan had no reaction to the name.
However, those old monsters looked horrified and exclaimed: "Lin Xuanfeng! How is this possible!"
Mo Liusheng and the other three sect leaders also exclaimed as if they had seen a ghost: "Lin Xuanfeng! How is this possible!"
Even the elders and disciples of Wuzong showed expressions of disbelief.
"Lin, Lin Xuanfeng... Ancestor Xuanfeng!"
Mo Liusheng's face was full of disbelief: "Lin Xuanfeng, the tyrant swordsman three hundred years ago! The founder of Heaven and Earth One Slash!"
"He is still alive!"
"It turns out that this is Wuzong's biggest trump card!"
Three hundred years ago, the number one person in the world of cultivation was Lin Xuanfeng, the tyrant swordsman. With such a strong man at his command, who could shake Wuzong's status?
Lin Xuanfeng's life story and past experiences were quickly found out.
When they learned that this old man turned out to be the best swordsman in the world three hundred years ago, countless people showed awe on their faces.
"What kind of strength does a second-grade strongman from three hundred years ago have now?"
The dejected young man next to Lan Ruoxue suddenly laughed excitedly: "Hahaha, God is really helping me! The best swordsman in the world three hundred years ago is still alive, woman, your Qin Fan If brother doesn’t die this time, I’ll hit my head against a tree and die!”
Lan Ruoxue's face was nervous and she had no time to pay attention to him.
The person who lived three hundred years ago, even if you don't know his deeds, is certainly not simple!
"Dad, how can someone live so long?" Lan Ruoxue asked puzzledly.
Lan Tianfang also looked shocked and whispered: "Maybe Wuzong has some secret method, or maybe his strength is beyond what we can understand."
As we all know, when a practitioner's strength increases, his life will also increase.
The lifespan of a second-grade expert is generally about two hundred years. If you use some secret techniques, you can live for a few more decades without any problem.
Lan Ruoxue began to worry again: "So, this old man is very powerful?"
"Yeah." Lan Tianfang admitted decisively, which can be seen from Tang Batian's attitude.
