Travel through the heavens

Everyone turned to look and saw a middle-aged scholar in white clothes carrying a huge book box on his back, walking towards him leisurely with a faint smile on his face.

"Dead scholar." Li Hanyi snorted coldly and quickly turned his head away.

The white-robed scholar's smile froze, and he sighed softly, muttering, "Such a beautiful lady, but she has such a bad temper, what a pity."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Yuzhen, full of surprise: "Dao Jianxian, why did you come down the mountain?"

Although Zhao Yuzhen had never seen the scholar in white, when he saw his attire and thought of what he had said before, he guessed his identity.

Zhao Yuzhen did not answer, but just smiled and called out, "Confucian Sword Immortal."

Some people practice swordplay all their lives, but their martial arts skills are mediocre, while others study for decades, have read thousands of books, and one day they just casually throw out a sword and instantly become sword immortals.

This person is the Confucian swordsman, Xie Xuan.

With a pen, you can write a book; with a sword, you can become a sword master. With a sword, you can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

Xie Xuan smiled back and turned his eyes to Fang Muye: "Who is this brother?"

Fang Muye smiled, clasped his fists, and said loudly: "Fang Muye, I have long heard of the name of the Confucian Sword Immortal."

Xie Xuan smiled elegantly and clasped his fists in return: "It turns out to be Brother Fang. Brother Fang defeated Yin Luoxia in Xueyue City. Xie Xuan has admired him for a long time."

Fang Muye was stunned. How could Xie Xuan know this? Did Sikong Changfeng, the big mouth, tell him? Yes, it must be him.

Xie Xuan smiled and looked at Wu Xin again, recognizing his identity at a glance: "Young Master of Tianwai Tian, ​​Ye Anshi, you seem to be a little embarrassed."

Wuxin waved his sleeves, brushed off the dust on his white robe, and smiled bitterly: "Wuxin has met Senior Ru Jianxian. As for Wuxin's embarrassment, it was all caused by Senior Nu Jianxian. He and I were strangers, but he threatened a junior like me with life and death. Alas, Wuxin's life is really miserable."

The Confucian Sword Immortal laughed, then looked at Yan Zhantian and said teasingly: "Big devil, bullying a junior is beneath your status as a Sword Immortal. Now that they have two Sword Immortals, you may not be able to defeat them. You'd better leave quickly."

"Xie Xuan, what Li Hanyi called you just now is indeed appropriate. You are indeed a dead scholar. How can I, Yan Zhantian, retreat without a fight? Today, I would like to see how powerful it will be when the two great sword masters join forces." Although Yan Zhantian knew in his heart that he could not fight against Li Hanyi and Zhao Yuzhen alone, how could he just leave like this.

"We don't need to join forces to beat you. I am enough alone." Li Hanyi shouted angrily and was about to draw his sword and step forward. However, he was grabbed by Zhao Yuzhen just after taking half a step.

Zhao Yuzhen smiled at Li Hanyi who turned around and said, "How can ladies fight? My husband is watching. Little fairy, let me do it."

"Well, then you be careful." Li Hanyi's eyes were full of tenderness. He nodded gently and stepped back.

This scene immediately made Xie Xuan's eyes widen in shock. He and Li Hanyi have known each other for more than ten years, but he never dreamed that she would be so tender and gentle. He couldn't help but exclaimed "Huh".

Fang Muye glanced at him indifferently, and recalled the journey he had taken with Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi. His heart was filled with contempt: What a fuss! There are so many things you haven't seen.

Zhao Yuzhen walked slowly forward and picked up the peach wood sword hanging from his waist.

Yan Zhantian looked at the sword in his hand, frowned, and said, "I've heard that the swords carried by the successive masters of Qingcheng Mountain are the Qingxiao Sword, which ranks sixth among the world's famous swords. When the sword is drawn, a spell appears faintly on it. It is a sword containing the ultimate truth of Taoism. I have always wanted to get this sword, but I didn't expect that the Taoist Sword Immortal would be equipped with a peach wood sword when he first came down the mountain."

"People in the world are ignorant and only know that the Qingxiao Sword is ranked sixth in the world and is the sword that guards the Qingcheng Mountain. It must be stronger than my Peach Blossom Sword. But who knows that this peach wood sword of mine contains the embryo of the Xuanyang Sword that was destroyed that year. The number nine is Xuan, have you heard of the Xuanyang Sword?" Zhao Yuzhen looked at Yan Zhantian with a proud look.

Yan Zhantian said in a deep voice: "The sword of the most affectionate and warmest in the world. In the past, the Kunlun Sword Immortal had two swords, one was Iron Horse Ice River, the coldest in the world, and the other was Mysterious Yang, the warmest in the world."

"Yes, the world is warmest and the world is coldest. My Peach Blossom Sword and the little fairy's Iron Horse and Ice River are a perfect match." Zhao Yuzhen nodded gently and smiled: "My sword is called 'Spring Breeze', which I learned from peach blossoms. Please give it a try, Angry Sword Fairy."

Zhao Yuzhen raised the peach wood sword and swung it gently towards Yan Zhantian.

His sword movement was very slow, and no strength could be seen at all. However, as the sword was swung lightly, a breeze suddenly blew across the mountains, warm and gentle, like a spring breeze. Fang Muye and the others standing behind Zhao Yuzhen felt as if they were bathed in the spring breeze. They felt comfortable all over and could not help but feel overjoyed.

However, the "Spring Breeze" created by Taoist Sword Immortal is not just gentle.

The spring breeze is like a pair of scissors, how many flowers have fallen?

Yan Zhantian, who was facing the sword head-on, felt that beneath the beautiful sword intent, there was an endless murderous intent. Being in the midst of it, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end, and was surrounded by danger.

Yan Zhantian immediately grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and sword energy suddenly flowed from the hilt. He suddenly pulled out the sword and slashed forward. The sword body flashed with a cold light, and there seemed to be blood light wrapped around the sword body, and a violent sword energy also suddenly shot out. Wherever the sword energy passed, the ground exploded.

Yan Zhantian's famous rage sword style only has three moves, the first of which is called "Drawing the Sword in Anger". When he draws the sword, he will draw it without a single pause in between.

Accompanied by a sound like muffled thunder, the two sword energies collided with each other.

As soon as they came into contact, Yan Zhantian's furious sword energy was defeated, melting like ice and snow, and finally disappeared into thin air. However, Zhao Yuzhen's warm sword energy also weakened greatly, blowing on the Pojun Sword like a spring breeze, but blew Yan Zhantian back two steps.

"Draw out the sword!"

Yan Zhantian shouted angrily, took a step forward, jumped up, swung the giant sword in his hand, and smashed it towards Zhao Yuzhen. The sword intent was vigorous and the sword force was domineering and powerful. At this moment, thunder sounded between heaven and earth.

The second move of the Furious Sword Style is a furious slash with the sword.

Xie Xuan whispered softly: "This is what Yan Zhantian looks like when he is furious. I haven't seen it for a long time."

Fang Muye saw the gleam in his eyes, and even a hint of excitement.

"Good sword."

Zhao Yuzhen remained calm and spoke lightly, then pointed the Peach Blossom Sword forward. Suddenly, there was a lion roar, and an illusion of a lion nearly two meters tall suddenly appeared behind him, roaring to the sky, wanting to compete with the thunder.