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

Wang Yixing's sword-wielding skills were indeed superb. After seizing the Yuntian-grade Fire God Sword, he twisted the sword in his hands and sheathed the long sword on his back.

Yufeng then returned to Wen Yanzhao's side and bowed:

"Thank you, Master Xiao Wen, for helping me and not competing with me for this sword! Now I can go back and give it to my junior brother!"

Wen Yanzhao had no intention of competing with him, so he just went along with it and did a favor. He returned the favor with a smile:

"Why be polite? You are the leader of the younger generation of Wangcheng Mountain. This Fire God should be yours!"

Wang and his entourage were quite pleased to hear Wen Yanzhao praising them so highly.

I had already been praising his swordsmanship, and now I was even more fond of him:

"Master Wen has a promising future. I believe that the youngest swordsman in history will appear in Beili!"

Wenhujiu heard Wang Yihang say this and immediately pulled Baili Dongjun aside: "Nephew, do you know how to say this?"

Baili Dongjun looked suspicious: "What?"

Wen Hujiu smiled evilly and said, "Rumors in the martial arts world, you can disbelieve what others say, but you must believe what Wangchengshan says!"

Baili Dongjun looked at Wang Yihang in front of him with a confused look, then said to Wenhu wine:

"Then my cousin will really become the youngest sword immortal?"

Wen Hujiu stroked his beard and sighed: "I don't know about these uncles, but looking at his current cultivation, it's possible!"

Since then, Wen Yanzhao has established a good relationship with Wangcheng Mountain.

……

After the Fire God Sword was obtained by Wangcheng Mountain King and his group, Wushuang City, which was far away opposite Wen Yanzhao and his group, still did not take any action.

The thin and expressionless young man standing in the lead with a sword in his arms was none other than Song Yanhui, a natural swordsman in Wushuang City!

Seeing this, the swordsmen off the field began to discuss.

"You won't even take the Yuntian-grade Fire God Wushuang City? Could it be that..."

"Of course there is a more advanced sword!"

"Immortal Palace? I haven't smelled the scent of Immortal Palace for many years! I finally caught up this year!"

"It's a pity that this Immortal Palace belongs to either Young Master Wen, who is so skilled in martial arts, or Wushuang City..."

……

Wei Changfeng's eyes swept across the audience and he said:

"The fourth level, the Immortal Palace!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent. At this moment, in the huge sword forest, no one spoke except Xianle!

"The sword of the Immortal Palace comes from the Immortal Palace outside the Nine Heavens. Please give me the sword, Immortal!"

Wei Changfeng made a feint with his right hand, and a dazzling golden light enveloped him completely.

Immediately, he turned around abruptly, facing the dazzling "giant sword" that was a hundred meters high...

The zither player on the stone pillar plays a melodious and touching tune!

The huge lightsaber that Wei Changfeng was facing was changing at this moment. Strands of light and shadow lingered and gradually gathered into a huge lotus.

The lotus quietly turns and slowly blooms in the air.

"Om..."

As the lotus fully bloomed, a long sword emitting fairy spirit, accompanied by fairy music and crisp sword sounds, slowly rose from the huge lotus.

The sword body is as crystal clear as jade, and the hilt is like a new lotus emerging from the water, lush and green.

This immortal sword flew around the sword forest, and a fresh and elegant, almost imperceptible lotus fragrance emanated from the sword!

"It's Lian Xiang!"

After taking a light sniff, Baili Dongjun said to Wen Yanzhao excitedly.

Wen Yanzhao raised his lips and whispered, "Do you like it? The swordsmanship that your cousin just taught you is enough to win this sword!"

Baili Dongjun nodded excitedly and rubbed his hands.

Wen Yanzhao waved his hand, warmed the pot of wine and was about to raise his head to drink, but his wine gourd was snatched away by Wen Yanzhao!

"Why did you steal my wine gourd?" Wen Hujiu pouted and looked unhappy.

"Uncle, drink more later. I will be very useful!" Wen Yanzhao smiled slyly, and then handed it to Baili Dongjun, "Cousin, if you want to take the sword, drink this pot of wine!"

"This is sword wine. Even if I finish this pot of wine, I will be drunk with my alcohol tolerance. How can I take the sword?"

Baili Dongjun originally refused in his heart, but he saw that his cousin looked very confident.

Moreover, he had just passed on the unprecedented Zongheng Sword Technique to him, so he drank it down with half-belief and half-doubt...

As soon as the wine went down his throat, in less than a moment, Baili Dongjun's cheeks turned red and his eyes began to become blurred!

Wen Yanzhao reached out and gently stroked his back, and could faintly feel the internal force beginning to flow in his meridians.

Wen Hujiu's eyes were venomous, as if he saw through what Wen Yanzhao had done. He came over and asked in a low voice:

"You got your cousin drunk, could it be that you wanted to break his inner power restraints?"

Wen Yanzhao made a silent gesture with his finger and smiled without saying a word.

Wenhu wine raised his beard, rolled his eyes, and snatched the wine gourd back.

……

At this moment, Wei Changfeng made a move in the air, and the sword of the Immortal Palace came against the wind and hovered above Wei Changfeng's palm.

"This sword was forged by me, and I call it Unstained by Dust!"

"I hope the peerless young master can take it. I beg the peerless young master to use it to conquer the world and let this sword win the top spot in the sword manual!"

As soon as Wei Changfeng finished speaking, the young man holding a sword from Wushuang City came over on the wind.

"Song Yanhui from Wushuang City has come here specifically to ask for the sword!"

After that, he drew out his long sword, looked around at the swordsmen below the stage, and asked proudly, "Who can teach me?"

Suddenly, the several young swordsmen in the audience who were originally very noisy and eager to try fell silent.

Given Wushuang City’s reputation and status in the martial arts world, people like them naturally wouldn’t dare to provoke it easily!

"Who dares to mess with Wushuang City? It's not that I don't want to get into trouble..."

"It seems like this year's trip is in vain again!"

"The ownership of the Immortal Palace has been decided, so we should return as soon as possible..."

……

Just as the swordsmen were complaining to themselves, a young man's voice suddenly rang out -

"It's a good sword indeed! I'll definitely get this sword!"

The person who spoke was naturally Baili Dongjun.

Baili Dongjun, who had been deliberately forced to drink by Wen Yanzhao for half a day, was now making circles with his feet and could not even stand steadily.

The purpose of forcing him to drink was to break the internal force shackles set in his body by his master, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen.

But at present, Baili Dongjun’s internal strength can only be exerted when he is drunk!

As soon as Baili Dongjun finished speaking, he jumped onto the stone platform as if stepping on a flying swallow!

"Who are you?"

Song Yanhui didn't recognize him, and saw Baili Dongjun coming towards him drunkenly with a sword in hand and asked.

"Baili... Dongjun!"

Baili Dongjun leaned backwards and nearly fell down, but luckily he had great martial arts skills and he jumped up and stood up!

"Bai Li Dong Jun? What is your relationship with Zhenxi Hou Bai Li Luo Chen?"

Song Yanhui naturally knew the famous Marquis of Zhenxi, and asked without thinking when he heard the surname Baili.

Baili Dongjun was drunk and had no good feelings towards Song Yanhui who was standing in front of him with a sword. He replied unhappily, "What does it have to do with you?"

Song Yanhui felt insulted, and immediately became furious and shouted:

"Since you have come to seize the sword, then draw your sword!"

As soon as Song Yan replied, the internal force in his arms gathered, and the true energy instantly poured into the sword, gathering into golden sword energy, which was cold and terrifying!

Baili Dongjun was startled by his shout. He subconsciously raised his hand but found that there was no sword in his hand. Cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wen Hujiu was extremely anxious when he saw this, fearing that his precious nephew would be hurt by Song Yanhui, so he grabbed Wen Yanzhao by the collar and said:

"You little brat, your cousin doesn't even have a sword, are you going to let him get chopped like a watermelon?"

Wen Yanzhao slapped his head and said, "Oh, look at my memory!"

After saying that, he released his inner strength from his right hand, and instantly acquired the storage space Chengying. He shouted to Baili Dongjun on the stage, "Go ahead, cousin!"

The Chengying sword flew out of his hand and was thrown towards Baili Dongjun.

"Thank you, cousin!"

"Snapped!"

Chengying was instantly caught in Baili Dongjun's hand, and then with a flick of his wrist, Chengying was unsheathed, revealing the sword body that was invisible to the naked eye.

Song Yanhui was considered knowledgeable, but this was the first time he had seen Chengying with only a sword handle since he was born.

Besides being surprised, he was also quite curious about the identities of Baili Dongjun and Wen Yanzhao.

But seeing that Wen Yanzhao had no intention of going up to seize the sword, he felt relieved.

Otherwise, with his natural sword embryo and the cultivation level of the Vajra Ordinary Realm, he would be no more than a match for the enemy!

Seeing Baili Dongjun Chengying take action, Song Yanhui didn't say anything more and raised his sword to stab...

The sword energy pierced through the air and rushed towards the vital point of Baili Dongjun's left chest with a "swish" sound!

At this moment, Baili Dongjun's internal force was surging, and he swung the sword in his hand to block.

"clang!"

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the sword was blocked by his casual swing.

Song Yanhui's right arm felt numb and he could hardly hold the sword. His face was filled with horror!

He was born with a sword talent and had been immersed in unparalleled swordsmanship for more than a decade. The sword he just used condensed his internal strength, but this kid who seemed to have no swordsmanship actually broke it with one sword!

Then he calmed himself down and swung his sword to attack Baili Dongjun.

Baili Dongjun was as light as a swallow, and the shadow in his hand moved flexibly without any flaws, causing Song Yanhui to suffer repeated defeats.

Within a few breaths, the two had exchanged dozens of moves. It was obvious that Baili Dongjun had completely suppressed Song Yanhui's unparalleled swordsmanship!

The elders of Wushuang City looked more and more solemn, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Yan Hui, why don't you fight quickly and make a quick decision!"

Song Yanhui understood, and the sword energy in his hand suddenly surged. He used his right arm to gather almost all the internal strength in his body and stabbed towards Baili Dongjun!

"Nephew, be careful!"

Wen Hujiu cried out in surprise when he saw the dangerous and fierce sword moves of Song Yanhui. Only Wen Yanzhao had a smug smile on his face.

"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"

The sword intent suddenly spread across the stone platform, and the Chengying sword stabbed straight at the sword that Song Yan was attacking at like a locust arrow!

"clang!"

"clang……"

"boom!"

A white shadow flashed by, and Baili Dongjun disappeared behind Song Yan when he turned around.

There was a big bloody hole in Song Yanhui's shoulder blade. He looked at the broken sword in his hand in disbelief.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, he fell to his knees and became motionless.

Just three times,

One is the sound of Baili Dongjun's Hundred-Step Flying Sword cutting off Song Yanhui's long sword;

The second is the sound made by Song Yanhui's broken sword falling on the stone platform;

The third is the sound of the Chengying sword flying out of the hand and piercing through the stone wall a hundred steps away!

A hundred steps away, Chengying pierced straight into the stone wall more than half a foot deep. Wherever the sword energy passed, stone chips flew everywhere!

"Here comes the sword!"

Baili Dongjun was still drunk.

With a move of his left hand, the Immortal Palace Sword, Unstained by Dust, suddenly came into his hand!

With a wave of his right hand, the legendary sword Chengying flew into his hand!

(Xiao Baili really has to hang out with his cousin!)

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