Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

Sword Forest, Stone Platform.

Wen Yanzhao glanced at the swordsmen lying on the ground, his eyes were cold and he looked down on everything!

Then he used 50% of his internal strength in one hand, leaned forward, bent his knees, and struck the stone platform with the force of thunder...

"boom!"

With a palm strike, a visible air wave centered on Wen Yanzhao carried the bluestone fragments that were knocked out and pushed all the fallen swordsmen onto the stone platform!

The stone platform was cleaned up in an instant, leaving only Wei Changfeng standing at the edge, motionless, with an expressionless face behind Wen Yanzhao.

The swordsmen who were blown away by Wen Yanzhao's internal force groaned continuously, and many of their swords were broken...

"What a strong internal force! That Wen family kid didn't even use his sword!"

"Invisible sword energy, is the Fuyao realm really that terrifying?"

"How ridiculous these reckless men in the Vajra Ordinary Realm are! Now we are going to have a good show to watch..."

After the first batch of more than 30 people in the Vajra Mortal Realm were defeated by Wen Yanzhao in one move, the onlookers under the stone platform burst into discussion again.

But surprisingly, apart from Ye Dingzhi who was watching from afar with a calm and composed attitude,

The young swordsman from Wushuang City and another baby-faced young man dressed as a Taoist priest and carrying a wooden sword also stood there calmly.

Wen Yanzhao stood up, patted the stone chips on his hands, and moved his lips:

"Everyone who is in the realm of freedom, come up together!"

As soon as the words came out, the dozen or so swordsmen and heroes in the Free Land Realm who had witnessed Wen Yanzhao's strength looked at each other in surprise, and no one dared to say a word.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing ochre-colored clothes and holding a four-foot-long ancient sword finally shouted:

"They are all well-known experts in the martial arts world, how come they are scared by a brat like him?"

"We are all in the Free Land Realm. If we attack him in groups, he may not be able to gain any advantage!"

With someone taking the lead, the crowd responded instantly.

That man was the "Heshuo Sword Saint" in the martial arts world - Jing Wumen.

A man with a sword as fast as lightning has been wielding a sword in the Beili Heshuo area for more than ten years and has rarely had an opponent. Today, he is coming for Yun Tianpin's sword!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

……

Jing Wumen was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He leaped onto the stone platform like an ochre meteor, and the rest of the people behind him also jumped onto the stone platform one after another.

Jing Wumen announced his home address, and without saying anything more, he drew out the long sword in his hand, and stabbed with the sword!

The swordsmen who came on stage after him didn't even have time to say anything. Seeing that Jing Wumen had already drawn his sword, they all drew their swords and joined the battle...

A scornful smile appeared on Wen Yanzhao's lips. He used his right hand's internal force to grab at the void, and Chengying suddenly appeared in the storage space!

"Uncle, my cousin has drawn his sword! Where did he get the sword from?"

Baili Dongjun didn't know Wen Yanzhao's space skills, so he asked in surprise.

"I didn't see where Zhao'er's sword came from. Maybe he hid it somewhere no one noticed..."

He warmed the pot of wine, sniffed, shook the empty wine gourd and replied nonchalantly.

"Thirteen of my uncles are beating up my cousin alone. How shameless!"

Baili Dongjun was indignant.

"Xiao Baili, when you reach your cousin's level, according to your temper, if you don't beat thirty of them, it's useless to call him your uncle!"

Wenhujiu laughed and rubbed Baili Dongjun's head and said with a smile.

……

Following Jing Wumen's attack, there were four or five masters of swordsmanship. Wen Yanzhao was as light as a swallow and took a few steps in the air without drawing his sword.

With a flick of his wrist, Chengying was thrown high into the air with the sheath still in it!

There were cold sword blades all around him, and they were only three to five inches away from his nose...

"Supreme Sword Dao, Ruthless Dao!"

Wen Yanzhao's arms were surging with internal strength, and the shadows in the air seemed to transform into hundreds of phantom long swords that looked like they were frozen in ice!

"Shhhhh..."

The sword energy cut through and across, and at the same time, the sword blades of dozens of Earth Realm masters who attacked instantly condensed into frost!

As the shadowy long sword slashed through, the divine weapons and precious swords that these masters were so proud of had already been frozen into ice sculptures and shattered one after another...

However, most of their arms and bodies had been frozen, and the extremely cold air covered the entire Sword Forest Stone Platform with a layer of silver-white frost!

Chengying was still hanging in the air, with cold air all around, chilling to the bone!

A few of these people who had strong internal strength tried to condense their internal strength, only to find that their meridians seemed to be frozen and could not move at all.

The dozen or so swordsmen in the Free Land Realm were frozen on the stone platform like ice sculptures!

[System: Defeat thirteen swordsmen from the Free Land Realm and gain 6500 reputation]

The entire Jianlin Grottoes suddenly fell from the scorching summer to the freezing winter with Wen Yanzhao's supreme sword technique, the ruthless way.

The warriors below the Vajra Mortal Realm began to tremble and unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly around them...

The faces of the people watching the battle below had already turned into horror. They had never seen such a sword technique that could freeze thousands of miles in ice even in their dreams...

It is unexpected that a boy of seventeen years old could be so willful, facing thirteen Earth Realm masters with just one move!

Wen Yanzhao looked around and found that the thirteen people on the stone platform were frozen on the spot and unable to move. He then made a move with his right hand.

Cheng Ying got the hand, and his left hand grabbed and scattered in the air, and a cloud of orange smoke was released along with the internal force...

The smoke happily entered the bodies of the frozen swordsmen when it touched them, and then the frost melted away and the swordsmen resumed their movements.

They knew they were no match for Wen Yanzhao, and both of their weapons were damaged.

They were so ashamed that they either bowed to Wen Yanzhao or bowed to him before jumping off the stage and disappearing into the crowd...

Wen Hujiu's eyes were so sharp that he could tell that what Wen Yanzhao had just sprinkled out was the Wen family's most basic saltpeter, sulfur, and sulphur powder.

It is not highly toxic and is generally used to dissolve frost and resist the cold.

"Uncle, it's so cold. What kind of swordsmanship did my cousin use just now? How come he froze everyone after cutting them with his sword?"

Baili Dongjun rubbed his cold little hands and asked.

"This... I don't know much about Zhao'er's swordsmanship, wait for him to come down and ask him yourself! It's a bit cold~ Hiss, pour me some of the wine in your gourd..."

As he spoke, he warmed the pot of wine and took the wine gourd made of Xiao Baili mutton-fat jade and poured himself a lot.

Baili Dongjun said with a gloomy face: "Uncle, please don't pour it out, leave some for me..."

……

Wen Yanzhao on the stone platform put away Chengying and waved his hand:

"I see there are a few masters of the Ninth Heaven Realm among you, why don't you come out and have a good fight!"

The voice was infused with 100% of his internal strength. After it came out of Wen Yanzhao's mouth, the sound spread throughout the entire Sword Forest Cave...

For a moment, the thousands of long swords in the sword pool were rustling, and the voices in the cave shot back and forth and echoed for a long time.

Several low-level warriors were bleeding from their mouths and noses, in great pain...

Baili Dongjun covered his ears and said, "My cousin is so annoying. Why is he yelling so loudly..."

"If you don't establish your authority now, there will probably be more people who will cause trouble for your cousin in the future!"

"If you come to challenge your cousin for any trivial matter, won't you be in trouble?"

Wenhujiu travels around the world, and has long seen through people's hearts.

Nephew Wen Yanzhao had just attacked twice, destroying the swordsman's weapon without harming his life.

The purpose is to make everyone give up without bringing enemies to the Wen family. The intention is obvious, and I can't help but secretly praise it in my heart.

While I was warming the pot of wine and thinking, an old but vigorous voice rang out from the audience:

"You are taking advantage of your power to bully others, aren't you? Even if you are a master of your craft, why do you have to insult me, a swordsman?"

The person who spoke was Li Zuohe, the white-haired elder of the Hengyang Sword Sect, who was also considered a well-known senior figure in the martial arts world.

"Haha, that's really funny...Among the forty or fifty people I just defeated, is there one who was wronged?"

"Old man, which of those people doesn't want to step on my head to gain power and fame?"

Wen Yanzhao sneered repeatedly, and his two sentences choked Li Zuohe so much that his face turned red and white.

"Master Wen has won two games in a row. Do you want to compete again, masters from the Nine Skies?"

Wei Changfeng, who had been standing on the edge of the stone platform, came over at this moment, speaking in a loud voice.

After all, Mingjian Villa is here to host the sword forest event that takes place every four years. If a master who has reached the sky really takes action,

The scene was filled with blood and gore. Wouldn't this grand event turn into a tragedy?

"If you still want to retain your reputation so you can brag to the younger generation, you'd better not come on stage!"

"So as to avoid losing my reputation and being laughed at by the younger generation!"

Wen Yanzhao stood with his hands behind his back, glanced around and said in a teasing tone.

"That makes sense. In that case, let me learn from Master Wen's swordsmanship!"

The sound, along with a bamboo hat and a gust of wind, rushed towards Wen Yanzhao's face!

"Oh!"

Wen Yanzhao raised his left hand and caught the hat.

Then, a young man dressed in dark red, with starry eyebrows and bright eyes, holding a black steel sword in his hand, flew over from the sky!

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