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

"Did you teach Xiao Baili the sword moves?" Wen Hujiu's face looked strange and his voice was quite stern.

Wen Yanzhao's expression remained unchanged, using his internal strength cultivated over the years by the Confucian Immortal Guchen Medicinal Wine.

Then he used the Chengying Sword of the Immortal Palace to perform the Hundred-Step Flying Sword, the most powerful move in the Zongheng Sword Technique.

Even if he could kill a swordsman who had just entered the Free and Easy Heaven Realm in seconds, there was really nothing to be surprised about.

“I am officially here (⊙o⊙)!”

"Uncle, look at how Xiao Baili stole all the limelight today! He's even more impressive than when I defeated two groups of swordsmen in a row!"

Wen Yanzhao shook his head and said proudly.

"It's a hit, but it's also a disaster!"

"Look at Song Yanhui, his shoulder blade was pierced by Xiao Baili's sword. He has said goodbye to swordsmanship in this life!"

I felt a little numb as I drank the wine. Wushuang City is not an ordinary sect in the martial arts world.

In terms of strength, Wushuang City has outstanding swordsmanship and nine elders with unfathomable martial arts skills, so they should not be underestimated.

Although Song Yanhui is not as good as Wen Yanzhao and Baili Dongjun, he is at least a natural sword embryo that is rare in decades.

In addition, he was highly regarded by Cheng Yu, one of the nine elders, and at a young age he was already a peer master of the Vajra Mortal Realm.

Xiao Baili broke one of his arms with one sword, which destroyed the hope of the younger generation of Wushuang City!

Sure enough, before Wen Yanzhao could speak, an old man with a white beard and hair standing tall appeared under the stone platform, and his feet moved as fast as lightning.

He rushed into the stone platform and took Song Yanhui into his arms. Seeing that his face was as pale as paper and there was a big transparent hole in his shoulder, he was extremely sad for a moment.

Cheng Yu tapped several times with his hands to seal the major acupoints on Song Yan's upper body and stop the bleeding.

Then he took out a khaki porcelain bottle from his waist. This was Wushuang's unique hemostatic medicine, and sprinkled it evenly on Song Yanhui's wound.

He jumped up with him in his arms, returned to the group of people at Wushuang City Gate, handed him over to someone else to take care of, and then turned around.

He stared at Baili Dongjun, who was still standing on the stone platform with the sword in both hands and drawing circles with his feet, his eyes almost spitting fire!

"You little brat, you dare to hurt my Wushuang City's top disciple! You're courting death!"

Cheng Yu shouted loudly, and then he rushed in front of Baili Dongjun like a meteor chasing the moon.

"You will pay with blood! Xi Long, bring me your sword!"

As soon as Cheng Yu finished speaking, a short disciple in the audience threw up a heavy sword.

"Buzz!"

Cheng Yu made a move, and after a buzzing sound of internal force, ripples appeared in the surrounding air.

The long sword was unsheathed, and with a strong and fierce sword energy, it slashed towards Baili Dongjun...

"Xiao Baili..."

Seeing that the might of the sword was about to cut Baili Dongjun in half, Wenhujiu felt extremely anxious and ran towards Chengyu!

"Lao Deng, how dare you touch my cousin!?"

Cheng Yu slashed down with his sword, and the sound of wind was heard in his ears. Before he could see his figure clearly, he was hit by an invisible sword energy.

The long sword made a humming sound and almost slipped out of his hand!

Wen Yanzhao released an invisible sword energy, and naturally he was the first to arrive.

Cheng Yu was horrified, but he had already brought a pot of warm wine to the drunk Baili Dongjun and stopped him behind him.

Wen Hujiu was a master of the Great Free and Easy Realm, so he was naturally not afraid of Cheng Yu. He was eager to protect his nephew and started to scold him:

"So shameless!"

"You are also a senior who has been famous in the martial arts world for a long time. How can you, as a parent, kill a child in a martial arts competition?"

Cheng Yu naturally recognized Wen Hujiu, the notorious "Poison Bodhisattva" of the Wen family, even though he was a master of the Fuyao realm.

But he was also a little afraid of him, so he leaned back a distance of three to five feet.

I was so ashamed and angry at his words that my face turned red like uncooked pig liver.

His pale beard trembled for a while, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally uttered a word:

"This kid was so ruthless in order to get the sword that he even broke the arm of our eldest disciple. How can I not teach him a lesson?"

"Nonsense! Swords have no eyes. If you are not good at it, practice more! If you are not as good as others, just admit defeat!"

"So your Wushuang City is too small to be capable, and the old ones have no martial virtues?"

Wen Yanzhao took a few steps in the air and flew to Wen Hujiu and Baili Dongjun, and started cursing.

After cursing, he reached out and grabbed the Chengying sword to protect his back and asked the two people.

"I think the words of the Wen family uncle and nephew are even more poisonous than their poison!"

Wang Yixing covered his mouth and laughed secretly. Although he had won the title of God of Fire, he still wanted to see Baili Dongjun's ability.

I was warming the bottle of wine not far away and witnessed everything that just happened.

Cheng Yu relied on his profound cultivation, condensed the internal force in his right arm, and filled the long sword with red gold true energy.

He was not good at speaking, but he was eager to save his beloved disciple, and after being scolded by the uncle and nephew of the Wen family, he suddenly felt murderous!

"What's the point of just talking? Take my sword!"

With a long roar, the long sword in Cheng Yu's hand turned into ten, and ten into a hundred.

Thousands of sharp swords rushed straight towards Wen Yanzhao!

Facing the elder of Wushuang City who was in the Fuyao realm, Wen Yanzhao did not dare to be arrogant even though his cultivation was comparable.

Holding Chengying in his hand, he pinched the sword technique of the Supreme Sword Art with his left hand, and the internal force of his arm infused with true energy suddenly burst out from his fingertips!

"Supreme sword path, the invisible path!"

Similarly, thousands of invisible sword blades condensed out of thin air from behind Wen Yanzhao and flew towards Cheng Yu's sword!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

Two masters of the Fuyao realm fought against each other, and the true energy in the Sword Forest Cave surged.

All of a sudden, the long swords stuck on the ground began to vibrate again, resonating with the surging sword intent of the two men!

"Boy, your swordsmanship is decent, but you are still no match for me!"

Cheng Yu seemed to have secured victory and was about to make his move.

Behind him, a ferocious beast formed by the condensation of true energy appeared, tens of feet tall, with its eyes bulging as it suddenly rushed towards Wen Yanzhao...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wenhujiu tapped his feet and quickly got out of the stone platform with Baili Dongjun, who was drunk as a mud.

In an instant, several masters from Mingjian Villa appeared in front of Wei Changfeng, shouting "Young Master, be careful!" and then protecting Wei Changfeng, they retreated to the periphery.

"Boom!"

A burst of stone chips flew everywhere and dust rose!

The swordsmen of lower realm outside the field had already been blown away by the surging true energy, and the other swordsmen also used all their internal strength to protect their faces.

"With just this level of ability and capability, you dare to call yourself a senior? I think each generation in Wushuang City is getting worse than the previous one!"

Wen Yanzhao spoke sarcastically, and when the smoke and dust cleared, his long black hair was flying, and he stood where Cheng Yu had just hit him, unharmed!

"This...this is impossible!"

Cheng Yu's face, which looked like the dry bark of an old tree, was filled with horror. How could he know -

Wen Yanzhao easily took on the attack with just one sword formation of the Supreme Sword Art.

"Let me show you what the genuine Hundred-Step Flying Sword is!"

Wen Yanzhao gathered his internal strength in his hand, and the hilt of the Chengying sword floated in the air in his palm. Then his eyes flashed like lightning and he let out a clear whistle!

The Chengying Sword stabbed straight out with infinite sword intent. This was the deadly killing move of Guiguzi's Zongheng Sword Technique with the blessing of the internal force of the Fuyao realm: the Hundred-Step Flying Sword!

Cheng Yu, who was also in the Fuyao realm, keenly sensed the sword intent and murderous intent contained in Wen Yanzhao's sword.

In an instant, he gathered all his life's learning and his internal strength into the sword in his hand and stabbed towards Wen Yanzhao's attack!

"clang!"

The invisible sword blade pierced through Cheng Yu's heavy long sword of Yuntian grade without any hindrance, and then left a blood mark on Cheng Yu's cheek!

The Chengying sword, carrying the blood drop, continued to move forward until it sank into the stone wall a hundred steps away!

On the stone wall, a circle of spider-web-like cracks quickly spread out with the hilt as the center, and the cracks extended for more than a hundred meters!

"Boom! Crash..."

The stone wall was shattered into powder by Wen Yanzhao's sword, and the stone chips fell down with gravity...

"I lost! Your sword could have taken my life! Why…"

Cheng Yu's face was covered in blood, and his entire right sleeve was turned into powder by the sword energy of Wen Yanzhao's previous sword strike.

He just stood there with his arms bare, speaking timidly.

"We are here to get the sword, not to make enemies! If you see the Wen family in Wushuang City next time, remember to take a detour!"

After Wen Yanzhao said this, he waved his right hand and Chengying, which had disappeared into the stone wall, flew back into his hand.

Then he shook his wrist, and Chengying returned to its sheath and fell into the storage space.

Wen Yanzhao ignored Jian Lin's hundreds of astonished faces and hundreds of wide-open eyes.

He rode the wind under his feet, dodged to the side of Wenhujiu and Baili Dongjun, and pulled the two of them away...

"Wait a minute, nephew! Why are you leaving? Didn't the old man admit defeat?"

He pulled the wine jar so hard that he stumbled. Then he carried Baili Dongjun on his shoulders and the uncle and nephew walked out of the sword forest one after the other.

"If we don't leave now, the people from Wushuang City will rush over and we'll have to resort to ruthless tactics!"

"Do you want my grandfather to know that I'm out there making enemies with the people of Wushuang City?"

Wen Yanzhao kept walking, still feeling frightened.

"Okay, okay, you finally have someone you're afraid of!"

Wen Hujiu laughed and teased Wen Yanzhao.

……

After Wen Yanzhao and the other two left, everyone in Wushuang City jumped onto the stone platform to help Elder Cheng Yu.

But he waved his arms, shouted everyone away, and said, "Go!"

He left the sword forest with shame on his face.

In addition to being amazed and praising Wen Yanzhao for defeating Yu with just one sword, the other swordsmen couldn't help but point fingers at Wushuang City, which had returned in defeat...

Wang and his entourage bowed to Wei Changfeng in the distance, thanked him, and then left.

……

Without further ado, Wen Yanzhao ran out of the Jianlin area with a warm pot of wine until he stopped at an inn.

After entering the inn and choosing three guest rooms, they went up to the second floor one after another.

What they didn't notice was that at the corner of the first floor of the inn, Ye Dingzhi, who was wearing a red shirt and a bag in his pocket, happened to turn around and pass by...