As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Chen Zhiming said: "I need a sword servant who can withstand the Saint Soldiers for twenty years!"

"What about in twenty years?"

the old man asked.

Chen Zhiming said as a matter of course: "If I can't become invincible under the saints in twenty years, why should I practice sword?"

The old man's face trembled.

He reached the state of returning to the truth and became a grandmaster more than three hundred years ago.

His sword-drawing skills are the best in the entire wilderness.

He is hailed as the sword-do leader who has the greatest chance of becoming a saint through sword-fighting after Zhu Qinghou.

However, even with his extraordinary talent, it took him nearly two hundred years to reach the realm of returning to the truth.

It takes twenty years to become invincible under the Saint.

Even if Zhu Qinghou were resurrected, he would not be able to do it.

I'm afraid this is only possible for the ancient emperor who suppressed the invincible people of the world ten thousand years ago.

This young man in front of him, who was only at the perfect stage of Void Transformation and half a step away from becoming a Void God, actually dared to speak so confidently and as if it was a matter of course.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

There was silence for a long time.

The old man said hoarsely: "I can be your sword servant, but my Qi Sea is destroyed, and my half-crippled body can only draw the sword three times at most!"

"can!"

The wooden sword on Chen Zhiming's back flew out, drew an arc in the air, and stood far away in the void.

Just a moment.

The thousands of broken swords that had calmed down in the sword tomb began to make noise again.

Buzzing and trembling.

It's like kneeling down to worship the king of swords.

"List!"

Chen Zhiming shouted softly, and in an instant countless bright sword lights rushed towards the wooden sword.

A terrifying sword energy burst out from the old man's body.

Like the roaring sea.

The old man looked at this scene in shock, and said in a trembling voice: "So this is Zhu Qinghou's natal sword, and you can actually carry it!"

at the same time.

In the small village, the old village chief looked up at the sword tomb and frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and whispered, "This day has finally come!

I have never seen two people with such similar aspirations. If it weren't for their different spirits, I would have suspected that he was the reincarnation of the Sword Master."

"Chirp!"

The bluebird rolled its eyes, spread its wings and flew towards the sword tomb.

"Cheng!"

With a sound of sword sound, the wooden sword pressed towards Chen Zhiming like a mountain.

Chen Zhiming reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

He was instantly forced to his knees.

"receive!"

Chen Zhiming half-knelt on the ground, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, and shouted coldly.

The wooden sword suddenly began to struggle wildly.

The unrivaled sword energy is rampant.

I want to crush this ignorant kid.

The old man's eyes twitched slightly and his face was filled with shock.

At this time, the wooden sword had absorbed the sword energy left in Zhu Qinghou's body and the sword intent of the remaining swords in the entire sword tomb, and had already been ranked among the holy weapons.

The military force is strong.

Not to mention a teenager at the Half-Step Void God Realm, even if a grandmaster at the Return to Truth Realm were to get in touch with him, it would not be pleasant.

“A gentleman hides his abilities and waits for the right time to act.

This kid actually treated himself as a cauldron, nurturing his sword intent and enduring the pain of thousands of swords piercing his heart every day.

I have been traveling the Great Wilderness for hundreds of years, and I have never seen anyone so cruel to me! "

One man and one sword, they remained in a stalemate.

The color gradually faded from Chen Zhiming's face, and the sword energy on the wooden sword gradually weakened, pouring into Chen Zhiming's sea of ​​qi and transforming into a small jade sword.

"puff!"

Half a cup of tea later, Chen Zhiming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then stood up straight from his half-kneeling body.

Wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He grinned.

He casually put the wooden sword back on his back.

This moment.

The wooden sword no longer had any imposing aura, its edge was restrained, as if it was just an ordinary sword.

"You can go now! Sword Master!"

The old man looked at Chen Zhiming with a complicated expression. He didn't expect that the sword intent that had imprisoned him for more than three hundred years had actually been absorbed into this kid's body.

This guy looks weak, but he is actually a cauldron that may explode at any time.

Once he cannot suppress the sword intent in his body, Zhu Qinghou's sword of creation will explode, and within a radius of ten thousand miles, no one below the saint will be able to survive!

"how did you do it?"

On the way down the mountain, the old man asked hesitantly!