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

"So this is the skill of using poison to refine Qi. I, Li Chang, have lived for so long, but this is the first time I've seen this!"

"Not bad, not bad, Wen family boy, you have successfully caught my attention!"

Li Changsheng looked relaxed, with his left hand behind his back. He looked very much like the sword god Li Chungang that Wen Yanzhao had seen in a drama before he traveled through time.

Although Wen Yanzhao had already refined his true qi after taking a large dose of poison, he had reached the realm of half-step spiritual wandering in a very short time.

But this feeling is not pleasant. The true energy in the eight extraordinary meridians in the body gathers and expands, and the dantian feels like a pile of red charcoal burning!

This was an extremely painful feeling, and at this moment he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Wen Yanzhao had no intention of becoming Li Changsheng's apprentice, but since leaving the Wen family, he had experienced several life-and-death battles and his realm was able to rise.

What the system brought him was more of an improvement in his internal strength. Every time he took a deadly poison, it was paving the way for his next breakthrough.

But for that final moment, you still have to rely on yourself to appreciate and break through on the brink of life and death.

Facing Li Changsheng, who has unique combat power, Wen Yanzhao is determined to find out where his own strength lies.

I also want to take this opportunity to witness the most powerful killer move of Wuming's Supreme Sword Art - Wuwo Sword Art!

As Li Changsheng's words just now dissipated in the cold air around him, Wen Yanzhao's eyes were blank, and he was a little more calm than at the beginning.

The fierce murderous aura of the Formless Dao and the Merciless Dao disappeared completely, and Wen Yanzhao's hair was scattered along with the agitation of the true energy...

"Sir, I am a humble man, but I am willing to use my sword art to gain your approval!"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes were calm, and he suddenly took up the Chengying sword that appeared out of thin air behind him. He stood four or five feet away and spoke these words to Li Changsheng in an extremely calm manner.

Li Changsheng put his right hand behind his back, still smiling easily:

"I've never seen this move before, but the name sounds very impressive! I like it..."

"Don't act cool, I have to tease the new guy with a natural martial vein later, hurry up!"

As Li Changsheng finished speaking, Wen Yanzhao's real body in front of him actually kept transforming into clones -

one,

two,

three...

In the blink of an eye, twenty-one Wen Yanzhaos appeared in Li Changsheng's eyes!

Each clone held the hilt of the Chengying Sword in his hand, with the same expression, movements, and even aura...

"Is this... an illusion? No, no, no, his aura is still there. Now I can't tell the difference between the clone and the real body... an external incarnation?"

"That's a magic trick only immortals can use. This kid...can be considered to have come up with a new trick for me!"

Li Changsheng was also quite amazed in his heart. While he was muttering to himself, twenty-one Wen Yanzhaos attacked him with swords at the same time!

The sword moves of each Wen Yanzhao holding a sword were the same. With Li Changsheng as the center, twenty-one figures came and went in a chaotic manner. The Chengying Sword was wrapped in surging sword energy and slashed towards Li Changsheng...

"See if you can break my protective energy. If you can't even do that, all the fancy moves are in vain!"

Li Changsheng clenched his fist, and his whole body was immediately covered as if by a transparent bubble.

The art of swordsmanship is actually about breaking through the speed limit of the swordsman himself, generating multiple selves in a limited space, and the power of the sword moves performed is equivalent to that of the original body.

At this moment, Li Changsheng was facing twenty-one Wen Yanzhaos who were in the half-step divine wandering state at the same time!

Wen Yanzhao's mind was no longer bound by anything, and was as calm as a pool of water.

Every time Chengying was swung, a sword mark more than a foot wide would appear on the ground in front of Jixia Academy...

However, the protective aura around Li Changsheng, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, was not moved at all. Every slash that was infused with abundant true energy would at most cause a tiny ripple.

The surging internal energy and leaking true qi outside the school made many disciples rush outside to watch.

The disciples were horrified to see that it was Mr. Li, the head priest of the school, fighting against more than 20 identical young men.

Everyone knows Li Changsheng's cultivation level. The person who can make him take action must not be an ordinary person!

"How did you offend these two, three, four... twenty-one twins?"

"The world is so big that there are all kinds of things. It's hard to say whether these twenty or so people are brothers!"

"This sword intent and aura... How could there be such a young person who can reach the half-step divine wandering..."

……

As more and more disciples gathered around, their admiration and discussion about Wen Yanzhao became as intense as water in a frying pan!

"Wen family boy, has it reached this point?"

Li Changsheng still stood there and allowed Wen Yanzhao, the twenty-one incarnations of Wuwo Sword Dao, to attack him at will. His hair and beard and long gown fluttered with his true energy, making him look like a banished immortal!

"No self, return to oneness!"

Li Changsheng's words obviously stimulated Wen Yanzhao. With a low shout, the twenty clones merged into one in an instant.

Immediately, Wen Yanzhao took a few steps in the air and stabbed Li Changsheng with a sword!

"laugh……"

A barely perceptible sound, like the sound of leather being torn, rang in the ears of Wen Yanzhao and Li Changsheng at the same time.

After one sword strike, Li Changsheng was back to normal.

And behind him, Wen Yanzhao's sword disappeared out of thin air in his hand. All this caused a burst of discussion among the students at the school gate.

Li Changsheng turned around, with fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes. There was still more than ten feet between the two of them.

He only took half a step forward, and his figure flashed in front of Wen Yanzhao, then reached out and touched Wen Yanzhao's head:

"Not bad, not bad. Keep working hard. When you truly reach the half-step divine journey, you might be able to last a few rounds against me with your swordsmanship!"

With this touch, Wen Yanzhao felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his head. As long as Li Changsheng released his internal force, the top of his head would be shattered in an instant!

But Li Changsheng had no intention of hurting him, he just wanted to test Wen Yanzhao's limits.

It was obvious that he was quite satisfied with Wen Yanzhao, and he even patted him on the head when he left!

After speaking, Li Changsheng did not move his feet, his white robe fluttered slightly in the wind, and he disappeared in front of Wen Yanzhao.

When Li Changsheng was far away, Wen Yanzhao discovered that a strand of white hair was falling from the sky...

Wen Yanzhao reached out to catch it, and upon closer inspection he discovered that the white hair belonged to Li Changsheng!

Looking at the crystal clear white hair in his hand, he murmured:

"It seems that with my current cultivation level, I can only cut off a few strands of his hair if he doesn't take action..."

Without waiting for the onlookers to exclaim in amazement, Wen Yanzhao leaped towards the Diaolou Xiaozhu, leaving behind the Jixia students who were all grinning for a long time...