Comprehensive Martial Arts: Starting the Game in Snow Moon City

Yan Zhantian immediately frowned and glared at Lin Heng.

"You are so arrogant! Although you are among the sword immortals, I, Yan Zhantian, do not recognize you."

"If you want to protect those guys behind you, you must take my sword. If you lose, I will take both you and the coffin away."

Lin Heng's eyes turned cold. He was not a good-tempered person. It was ok for Yan Zhantian to act arrogantly with others, but it was too much to act arrogantly with him.

"Heh, people in the martial arts world call you the Angry Sword Immortal. You really think you are invincible. In fact, your strength ranks last among the sword immortals. You are indeed the head of a chicken and the tail of a phoenix."

"Your sword has brute force, but it is just the courage of a reckless man. It will never amount to anything. A few days ago, I asked for the sword of Xueyue City. Now you can try my sword too."

Yan Zhantian was so angry at these words that he was shaking all over and his eyes almost popped out.

"Okay, today I will let you know how powerful the Rage Sword Style is."

Yan Zhantian was getting more and more angry. His sword relied on his own anger to accumulate sword power. After being angered by Lin Heng, he was already so angry that his sword energy was running wildly all over his body.

At this moment, he accumulated all his strength in his right hand holding the sword. Suddenly, he took a big step forward and swung the broken sword in his hand heavily.

Lin Heng dodged, and wherever the Pojun Sword passed, there was a mess. The soil and rocks nearby were all crushed into powder, leaving nothing behind.

Seeing this, Lin Heng curled up a smile, nodded slightly and commented.

"This level is enough for me to draw my sword."

He quickly pulled out the sword, and as soon as the sword was out of the sheath, the difference in quality was immediately apparent.

Yan Zhantian felt that his hands were somewhat out of control, and the power of the Pojun Sword was even weakened a bit. He felt that the sword in his hand wanted to slip away from his hand.

Before Lin Heng drew his sword, Yan Zhantian felt a strong sense of intimidation. This pressure made him feel uncomfortable, as if he was being pressed down by a thousand-pound weight.

He couldn't help but frown. No one had ever put such pressure on him.

Lin Heng slowly stroked the sword with his hand, and at this moment, his mind called up the Nineteen Shangqing Sword Styles from the system.

"I will use the Shangqing Sword Style to rage against you, the Sword Immortal. With one sword, I will break through the nine heavens and slash through the eight wastelands!"

As soon as Lin Heng finished speaking, the sword had already moved. He swung the sword forward quickly. The sword light flashed, and Yan Zhantian was unable to dodge, and a deep wound that could be seen to the bone appeared on his body.

Yan Zhantian was immediately shocked and ignored the pain, using his sword to resist with all his strength.

He had been roaming the martial arts world for so many years, but he had never encountered such a strong opponent, let alone a swordsman who wanted to kill him with all his strength.

After about three incense sticks of time, Lin Heng put away the tenth sword.

However, Yan Zhantian had already taken several steps back, and his hand holding the sword was shaking constantly. Although on the surface he could still barely catch Lin Heng's sword, he knew in his heart that Lin Heng had indeed won this time.

Lin Heng suddenly put away his sword at the critical moment, as if he had changed his mind, Yan Zhantian asked in a hoarse voice.

"why?"

Lin Heng had no intention of killing Yan Zhantian. Yan Zhantian was just arrogant and had a bad temper, and his crime did not deserve the death penalty.

"In this world, the title of Sword Immortal and the fame are all false. As a swordsman, the only thing that is real is the sword in your hand."

"Angry Sword Immortal, your sword may be overbearing, but the sword's way is invisible. Using anger to nourish the sword will hurt you sooner or later."

Yan Zhantian could hear the warning in Lin Heng's words, but he couldn't help but ponder.

"I understand what you said. Your sword is very fast, sharper than any other sword I have ever seen. As far as I can remember, there is only one person who can rival you."

"I take back what I said before. You are indeed worthy of the title of Sword Immortal. I... am not worthy of stopping you anymore."

What Lin Heng wanted was not his sincere conviction.

"In a month, I will enter Tianqi City and meet him. As for the golden coffin, you don't need to get involved anymore."

Yan Zhantian trembled as he bowed respectfully to Lin Heng.

"it is good!"

At the same time, Tang Lian, Lei Wujie and others had already arrived at Meiren Manor and met up with Tian Nvrui. Tian Nvrui's face was not looking good. She told Tang Lian that his contact person had not come, and that many people had also come to Meiren Manor, all for the golden coffin.

Xiao Se looked up at Meiren Manor and felt that there was nothing to see. He had won a city on the Qianjin Stage in Tianqi City.

The white-haired immortal at the side had been waiting in the Beauty Manor for a long time. He clenched the wine glass excitedly. The twelve-year agreement had ended, and no one could stop the young master of Tianwai Tian from returning to the sect.

But that day, Nu Rui dismissed everyone, saying that it was because of the gambling game with the boy in blue.

There was a hint of playfulness in the smile of the White-haired Immortal. This way he could drive the others out and only have a few little ghosts left. Wouldn't it be easy to get what he wanted?

"Since my friend wants to gamble with me, and it's a life-and-death game, then I have to really gamble."

Xiao Se was speechless for a while. He had no intention of gambling.

But at this time, some people were dissatisfied, and several waves of people gathered around, standing aside with swords in their hands.

"What a life-and-death situation. The only thing that matters is handing over the things. We don't care about that."

Before they could utter a few more provocative words, the White-haired Immortal raised his sword and moved over in an instant. He swung the sword a few times quickly, and the sword energy rushed out. Under the cold light, all these people fell down.

Lei Wujie couldn't help but take a breath.

"Oh my god, why do I always meet this kind of living god recently? His martial arts skills are too high."

Tang Lian also looked serious, with a little more fear in his heart.

"It would be great if Senior Lin Heng, no, Xiaoyao Sword Immortal was here."

"It can be seen that this person is really strong. I'm afraid that we can't defend him with just a few of us."

Before Tang Lian could say a few more words, he felt someone patting his shoulder from behind. He turned around suddenly and saw Lin Heng standing behind them.

"Senior Lin, you're back."

On his way back, Lin Heng heard about the announcement of the Bai Xiao Tang Golden List, but he didn't take it to heart. But when he saw Tang Lian being so respectful, he couldn't help but find it a little funny.

"I heard that you guys are betting on a life-and-death game in this Beauty Manor. It's really a big gamble, but I'm afraid you can't win."

"But with me in, this is a bet you can't lose."

After hearing this, the white-haired fairy turned around abruptly.

"My friend, you look very young, but you are quite arrogant. Do you know who I am?"

Lin Heng just shrugged indifferently.

"I not only know who you are, but I also know why you are here."