"It's not that I'm hiding, it's just that I've already decided to retreat and didn't plan to come forward. But since I've been beaten by the Jade Cult Master, I naturally have nothing to hide."
In the clear voice, a middle-aged man in green clothes slowly walked out of the forest.
But I saw that this man had a pale face, a few inches of sparse beard on his chin, and an ancient black sheath sword in his hand. He looked like a down-and-out scholar who had traveled around the world, but his every move seemed to reveal an indescribable calmness. Free and easy.
"It turns out that the sword donor was polite in person."
Seeing this person coming, both the Shaolin Dharma Master and the masters of Wudang and Emei bowed and saluted. Just because the man in front of him is Jian Jingfeng, the world's number one swordsman with a high status and superb swordsmanship.
This man has been famous in the world for decades, and his swordsmanship has reached its peak. Only a few masters such as Shaolin Temple's Abbot Jiejie, Iron Courage God Hou Zhu Wuwu, and Dongchang Cao Zhengchun can compete with him.
Since ten years ago, he has retired to the No. 1 Village in the World and has not been involved in the world for a long time.
But the reputation of "the best swordsman in the world" is too loud, and there are too many martial arts people who use swords in the world.
Therefore, in the first five years since he retired, there were still many swordsman masters challenging his status as the best swordsman in the world, but his swordsmanship became more and more exquisite and extraordinary, and few people could defeat him anymore. Ten moves.
In the next five years, few swordsmen would challenge him anymore, and he was convinced by everyone that he was the best swordsman in the world.
Jian Jingfeng returned the greetings to Fan and the other three, then turned to look at Yulian City, twirling his beard, and said: "Ten days ago, you defeated the 'Two Elders of Tianxing' with a broken sword, and they sent a message to me afterwards. ,, saying that your swordsmanship is at its peak and unparalleled in the world. I know that the two of them will never lie about this matter. So as soon as I heard the news about Master Jade, I rushed over immediately, wanting to learn the clever tricks. "
He had stood at the pinnacle of swordsmanship for too long and longed for an opponent.
"I have already said that I am the number one Heavenly Lord of Tianwaitian, not the leader of the Demon Cult. Why don't you call me Yu Tianzun?"
Yu Liancheng covered his forehead, shook his head and sighed, then looked at Jian Jingfeng and said, "In that case, why don't you come forward to fight with me and claim that you intend to retreat?"
Jian Jingfeng said calmly: "Just because I have withdrawn from the Jianghu, regardless of the disputes in the Jianghu, I naturally cannot join forces with them to deal with you. And after you fight with them, even if you can win, your true energy, physical strength, and fighting spirit will all weaken. I If you can't do anything to take advantage of others, you will naturally have no choice but to leave."
Yu Liancheng raised his hand and said, "You do have a bit of the arrogance of a swordsman. However, you miscalculated one thing."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
A slight smile appeared on Yu Liancheng's lips and he said: "It won't take much effort to deal with the three of them. It will be more than enough to fight you again."
As soon as these words came out, the three masters of the righteous path all changed their minds. Master Ye Yu's face was as dark as water, and she snorted coldly: "You are so arrogant!"
After the words fell, she straightened up, and the sword in her palm suddenly unsheathed, turning into a cold spot and pouring out like light.
Just as Yu Liancheng was about to take action, the willow catkins in his arms flew out like a goddess, and he screamed: "Only you are worthy of taking action against him. Don't worry about it until you pass my level."
The long sword turned into a flash of shock, and suddenly collided with Master Yeyu's long sword, causing sparks to fly.
"How dare you, the demon sect's enchantress, dare to show off your evil deeds." Master Yeyu's expression became even darker, and he danced wildly with a sword in his hand. The sword flashed with lightning, but it was solemn and restrained. It strangled Liu Sheng Piaoxu like a series of shocking giants.
However, with Liu Sheng's Piaoxu long sword in his hand, his body movements were like rippling waves, and his sword skills opened and closed vertically and horizontally, creating sharp and harsh wind-breaking sounds. Not only would he not lose to Master Yeyu, but he would actually have the upper hand.
Liao Fan and Yu Zhen looked surprised. Master Ye Yu was the head of Emei, and few in the world could match him in swordsmanship or internal strength. Now he is at a disadvantage when fighting against this demon sect witch. If word of this battle spreads, it will definitely cause a sensation in the martial arts world, and the reputation of the "Third Heavenly Girl" will rise to a higher level.
"Master Tai has started fighting. You monks and Taoists don't just want to watch the fun." Yu Liancheng laughed, raised his arms, and flew towards Monk Fan and Taoist Yuzhen like flying eagles. With one palm on the left and right, they slapped the two of them.
"How arrogant!" Liao Fan and Yu Zhen are both well-known senior masters, with top-notch internal and external skills. Yu Liancheng actually attacks them first at the same time, as if he wants to fight them both at the same time.
"Amitabha!" The loud Buddha's name rose into the air. Monk Liaofan took a step forward and suddenly clapped his big hand out of his robe sleeves. This shot is really fierce and domineering, and it also has a kind of compassionate connotation. It is the famous Great Compassion Palm among the seventy-two stunts.
The foolish old Taoist also slapped a palm. The palm was soft and continuous, as if it contained countless moves, and it seemed to be endless like the waves of the river, but it was a Wudang cotton palm.
The four palms struck each other, and the energy exploded. Monk Liaofan and Old Daoist Yuzhen took a step back at the same time, with a look of astonishment flashing in their eyes. The opponent's palm seems simple and unpretentious, but the power contained in it is as powerful as thunder, like a mountain falling.
"Haha, don't be polite, you two, use your special skills." Yu Liancheng laughed and attacked the two of them again.
This time, the two of them no longer dared to be careless. Monk Liaofan danced with his sleeves, took a picture, flicked his palm, and instantly transformed into hundreds and thousands, overwhelmingly covering Yulian City, it was the palm of the Thousand-Armed Tathagata.
Taoist Master Yuzhen used Wudang Palm Technique with one hand, with continuous palm movements and light and clever movements. The other hand pulls out the long sword from the waist, and stabs out various circles, large and small, forward and backward, seemingly only one move, but this move is endless, which is the most exquisite part of Wudang swordsmanship.
The two masters joined forces to attack and exerted their full strength. The power was truly unparalleled. For a moment, sand and rocks were flying, and their energy roared. However, Yulian City was turning left and right, turning and attacking, and all the moves and techniques were turned invisible and easily broken.
Jian Jingfeng watched from the side and was secretly surprised. The two top masters in the world could not do anything against this man. Even if his swordsmanship is excellent, he has never been able to defeat his opponent.
"Well, you are worthy of being the Shaolin guardian elder and Wudang master. As expected, he has cultivated the secrets of Shaolin and Wudang schools to a very advanced level."
During the fight, Yu Liancheng's voice came out slowly and unhurriedly, which shocked the two people who were fighting him: "I have also dabbled in the secrets of these two schools, so why don't I ask you two to give me some advice on Yazheng."
After finishing speaking, Yu Liancheng lowered his eyebrows slightly, but seemed to have an indescribable sense of compassion, just like the clay and stone sculptures in the temple that looked down at all living beings with cold eyes.
The next moment, he had already slapped Fan with his palm.
