The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

White clouds linger.

Thousands of years of glory have all turned to dust.

In front of the wooden house, the two sat opposite each other with a pot of hot tea in front of them, that was all.

"Ancestor, if you want to find the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord, you must ask Master Baiyun. I want to go to the Imperial City."

Master Baiyun, the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, is not only a powerful person in the free and easy realm, but also good at divination and possesses unpredictable abilities.

The middle-aged man is named Zhao Tianyu, the pillar of the Zhao family and also one of the most powerful people in the world.

Few people know Zhao Tianyu's name, but he has a nickname that everyone knows.

"Sword Madman!"

There is a saying: Jiangzhou sword madman, killing people overnight. Gods and demons all give in, and the sword opens the gate of heaven.

Hearing this, Zhao Tianyu nodded slightly, took a sip of tea, and replied calmly: "Jingshan's funeral has been dealt with, and now it's time to kill someone."

"Master Baiyun and I have some friendship. If you take this jade pendant to him, I'm sure he won't refuse!"

reject?

Who dares to refuse the sword madman!

I'm afraid that before Master Baiyun could finish his words, Zhao Tianyu would have already arrived. Even in the imperial city, Master Baiyun would have nowhere to hide.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Tianyu sighed again: "After Jingshan disappeared, I asked Master Baiyun to make a calculation, and the result was that he was dead and disappeared."

"No one is found alive, and no body is found dead. Before I saw Jingshan's body, I still had a glimmer of hope. I didn't expect that this old Taoist priest would be right."

After the death of the body and the extinction of the soul, the cause and effect in the world have disappeared and can no longer be found.

"Ancestor, Jingshan died in Baizhou Qiushui City. This is absolutely true. I have already investigated it thoroughly. The Poison Dragon Cult is also involved."

Poison Dragon Cult!

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Zhao Tianyu's eyes, like a sharp sword energy, cutting through the sky.

"Chu Jinglong, you are looking for death!"

"I will go to the Poison Dragon Cult myself to see who is more powerful, his poison dragon bloodline or my sword!"

Chu Jinglong, the leader of the Poison Dragon Cult, also known as the Poison Dragon Cult Master, has the blood of a poisonous dragon and has amazing strength.

The Zhao family has no blood power. They believe in the swords in their hands and their own martial arts, and never practice blood power.

Hearing this, Zhao Fengxing frowned slightly.

The old ancestor's strength is unparalleled, and the Poison Dragon Sect Leader is definitely not his opponent, there is no doubt about that.

It’s just that behind the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord is the Gu God Cult, and the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord is the elder of the Gu God Cult. Now that the news has spread throughout the world, the Gu God Cult must have also known about it.

The Gushen Cult has been passed down for countless years. It is a very ancient sect and a well-known evil cult. It is very powerful and has countless strong people. It is several times stronger than the Poison Dragon Cult.

"Ancestor, there are countless powerful people in the Gushen Cult. They are inextricably linked with the Poison Dragon Cult. This matter still needs to be carefully considered!"

"They are just a bunch of traitors!"

Zhao Tianyu replied calmly: "They are hiding in the Gushen Cult, and I can't do anything to them. If they dare to show up, I will kill one if I see one, and kill a pair if I see two!"

madman!

No wonder people call Zhao Tianyu a sword madman. He is the only one who dares to say such things and doesn't take other people seriously at all.

"Ancestor, two fists cannot defeat four hands. This matter..."

"No need to say more!" Zhao Tianyu interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"They are just a bunch of withered bones in a graveyard. Why bother about them? Go and capture the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord and give him a good beating. Don't let him die too easily. Let him have a taste of the pain of having his soul extracted and his spirit refined!"

The secret technique of cultivating spirits is extremely vicious. You can neither live nor die.

Zhao Jingshan must have endured unimaginable pain during his lifetime, and was tortured to death by the secret art of cultivating souls.

Killing can only be done with a nod of the head!

Since the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord used this method to deal with the Zhao family, don't blame them for being cruel and ruthless.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth. It has always been like this since ancient times and has never changed.

"Ancestor, the leader of the Poison Dragon Cult is at the Free and Easy Heaven Realm. The Gu God Cult has been passed down for countless years, and there are also several Free and Easy Heaven Realm experts. Once they join forces, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Tianyu replied in a deep voice.

"They are just a bunch of rats hiding in the gutter. Even if they have some tricks, they are nothing to be afraid of."

"There is a gap between the strong!"

“Although we are both in the Free Heaven Realm, they are far inferior to me. They dare not show up at all, otherwise they will only die!”

"Unorthodox and clown!"

He was full of arrogance and looked down upon everything. He didn't get the name of Sword Madman because he was called out, but earned it by killing people in a sea of blood.

"Ancestor, in my opinion, things are not that simple. I am worried that this is a trap, a conspiracy against our Zhao family."

"The Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord might just be a pawn. With his style of doing things, he wouldn't dare to kill Jingshan. Now he actually uses such a cruel method. I guess someone is instructing him."

There is some truth to that.

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Tianyu spoke: "Do you think it is the imperial court or the devil sect?"

"Both are possible!" Zhao Fengxing replied in a deep voice.

"It's just that there are no clues in a short period of time, and I can't be sure who planned it!"

The strong acted without leaks and flawlessly. It was difficult to find any clues in such a short time.

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Tianyu laughed loudly, "Feng Xing, your worry is indeed reasonable. But you overlooked one point, I am a swordsman! The path of a swordsman is to move forward without retreating even a little bit."

"Let them plot all sorts of schemes, I will go forward with one sword! I will slash the way ahead with my sword and put an end to all the troubles in the world!"

"Finally reached the holy realm!"

"This battle is inevitable. I will crush their corpses and become the Sword Saint!"

Ah!

"Ancestor, could it be that..."

"That's right!" Zhao Tianyu replied proudly.

"I have already entered the realm of semi-saints, and am only one step away from the realm of saints. This step has trapped me for thousands of years, and the opportunity to break through is right in front of me."

Zhao Tianyu, the most talented and peerless genius in the history of the Zhao family, has quietly stepped into the realm of semi-saint, which is truly amazing.

Having said that, Zhao Fengxing was filled with nothing but amazement and respect.

The ancestor Zhao Tianyu wanted to use this battle to split the door to martial arts and step into the holy realm. He had made up his mind and no one could dissuade him.

If you obey, you will become a mortal, if you rebel, you will become an immortal.

The path of martial arts has always been to go against the will of heaven. If you succeed, you will enter a new world. If you fail, you will die. There is almost no third way, and no shortcuts.

"Feng Xing, I wish the ancestor to get what he wants. The sword light chills the nineteen states, and the sword energy spans thirty thousand miles."

At this point, Zhao Fengxing no longer tried to persuade him. He just hoped that the ancestor could fulfill his wish and become the Sword Saint.

Before leaving, Zhao Fengxing kowtowed three times towards his ancestral grave, then bowed respectfully to Zhao Tianyu before leaving Hutou Mountain.

Things in the world are full of twists and turns.

Now the Zhao family has reached the crest of the wave, with no way to avoid it or retreat. They can only face the challenge head-on and split the huge waves with their swords, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

The sea of clouds is vast and rolling endlessly.

Zhao Tianyu looked towards the end of the sky, as if he saw a figure, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes.

"Demon King Tianwu, I think you are the one behind this. Then let me see which one is more powerful, your Hundred Demon Fist or my sword!"

Tian Wu Demon King, the most powerful person in the Demon Sect, with the cultivation level of a semi-saint. Without leaving the holy realm, he is enough to defeat all opponents.