Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

The sky was filled with brilliance, but no one felt the brilliance. Instead, it felt gloomy, as if the breath of doomsday enveloped everyone's heart.

Yan Shisan's sword was like a stunning flash of lightning that cut through the sky and tore through the curtain of heaven. It was extremely bright, but it also raised a curtain of death. Everything in the sky and on the ground became dim, leaving only the sword of death that seemed not to be from this human world!

The sword was so fast that even someone as strong as Murong Fu only saw a fleeting shadow of death. In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were clear, as if nothing had happened.

Of course, what was supposed to happen actually happened.

Below the battlefield, the rocks and vegetation on the cliff had already been crushed into powder by the terrifying sword force, and even half of the mountaintop was cut off by a single sword.

Yan Shisan held the sword in one hand, and there were a few more strands of white hair on his temples. He looked to be in his thirties, but now he seemed a little older.

Jiumozhi was in a much more miserable state. At this moment, his entire body was covered in blood, his entire left arm was missing, and there was even a dark grey aura of death emanating from the cut on his shoulder.

His face was covered in cold sweat from the severe pain. He seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock of death. He stared at Yan Shisan in a daze and muttered, "This sword of yours shouldn't appear at the Grandmaster level!"

Facing this sword, he pushed the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to its limit and used all he had learned in his life, but it was still useless. Under the sword of death that seemed to come from the underworld of hell, all his efforts were ridiculous.

Yan Shisan put away his sword and said indifferently, "I also know that this shouldn't appear at my level, but it still appeared! Perhaps this is why I can't become a Grandmaster."

Jiumozhi wiped the cold sweat from his face and said, "Thank you for showing mercy just now!"

Although he still lost, it did not cause any loss to his prestige. Instead, it was something he could brag about in the future.

There are probably not many people in the entire martial arts world who can survive Yan Shisan's sword, and Jiumozhi is one of them.

Yan Shisan shook his head and looked at Jiumozhi deeply. "In fact, you are very strong. Otherwise, even if I held back, it would be difficult for you to survive my sword."

After he finished speaking, his gaze wandered and fell on Murong Fu who was watching the battle from a distance.

"Qiao Feng in the north, Murong in the south. I've heard of Master Murong's reputation for a long time!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation to Murong Fu.

Yan Shisan is a pure martial arts fanatic.

Killing is not his goal. What he really pursues is to fight with masters to hone his martial arts.

At this moment, Murong Fu, who has a great name in the world, is his next target.

As for whether the other party is willing or able to survive under his sword, that is not within his consideration.

Murong Fu was a little hesitant. After seeing the sword just now, he no longer wanted to go up.

But at this time, a woman's voice came from somewhere, and there seemed to be admiration in the voice.

"Mr. Murong is awesome, let's get him!"

As soon as this voice was heard, all the martial artists watching from all directions turned their eyes to Murong Fu. Many of them even showed excited expressions and shouted together.

"Master Murong, fuck him!"

"As a hero, how can we be afraid before the battle? Kill him!"

"Go on!"

Murong Fu's scalp tingled and he sighed inwardly. He knew that he had no way out.

.....

In the valley, Victoria Song was like a weasel stealing chickens, smiling cunningly. She was the first to say "Mr. Murong is awesome, let's fuck him."

Yao Yue had a strange look on her face. They were indeed brother and sister, each one was better than the other when it came to making trouble.

"Do you have a grudge against Murong Fu?"

"No ah!"

Song Qian swung the lightning marten in the air, "Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south. I've seen Qiao Feng's abilities, so I want to see what Murong Fu has to offer."

"Then you might be disappointed!"

Song Xuan's voice rang out, and then in a flash of light, he appeared before the few people, "Murong Fu is well-known and indeed remarkable among the younger generation, but compared to Qiao Feng and Jiumozhi, he is still a little behind.

Jiumo's wisdom and immortality are due to his profound foundation, which allows him to find a glimmer of hope in a situation where he is doomed to die.

But Murong Fu might not be able to do that."

Song Qian frowned slightly, "Brother, you seem to think highly of Yan Shisan's sword?"

She had just witnessed that sword strike. It was indeed powerful, but the power was not in the lethality of the sword, but in the fact that it was shrouded in the aura of death, which could directly destroy a person's mental will and even soul.

Under this sword, even a strong man like Jiumozhi became dazed. At the last moment of life and death, he forced out a trace of potential and barely avoided the fatal sword.

Even so, it cost an arm!

She admitted that this sword was very powerful, but in Song Qian's opinion, it was just that powerful. For her who possessed a primordial spirit, she could basically ignore the soul attack that came with the sword.

Song Xuan shook his head, "He obviously stopped at that sword strike, it wasn't the complete fifteenth strike.

Jiumozhi was right. This sword shouldn't be in the hands of someone at the Grandmaster level."

He smiled and continued, "The Fifteenth Sword, the correct way is to use it in conjunction with the Primordial Spirit. Unfortunately, he didn't have the Fate of Heaven, and he wasn't a Perfect Master, yet he managed to comprehend the magical power of the sword that only a Perfect Master was qualified to master.

Without the soul, every strike of the fifteenth sword he made was burning his own lifespan!"

After a moment of silence, he concluded, "His journey ends here!"

Victoria Song asked curiously, "Brother, you don't think Yan Shisan can become a Grandmaster?"

Song Xuan hummed, "If a top-level master wants to become a grand master, he needs to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth and forge his soul with the power of the laws.

This step basically has fixed steps.

The foundation of the heaven and earth is the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. In addition to the five elements, there are also laws such as wind and thunder, which can be manifested through natural phenomena.

If you comprehend just one of these laws, you can refine your soul until it is eventually transformed into a divine soul.

The realm of martial arts is the means of the grandmaster, while the spirit and soul are the foundation of the grandmaster.

Yan Shisan's sword skills are very strong. To be frank, if he does not hold back and uses his full strength, his attack power is definitely not weaker than that of a normal grandmaster.

But unfortunately, he took the wrong path to understanding the laws, and his strength was gained at the cost of a martial arts path that cut off his future! "

Song Qian understood and said, "You mean, there's something wrong with the law he comprehended?"

Chapter 405: Whose son is this poacher?

"What he comprehended was the law of death!"

"The Five Elements Law is the foundation for building the world, the cornerstone for forging the divine soul, and the most important step in a person's transition to becoming a god.

This step cannot be skipped, and absolutely no mistakes can be made. If one step is wrong, everything will become a castle in the air!"

Song Xuan sighed, "I have to admit that Yan Shisan is a true sword genius, but unfortunately, he made a wrong move at this most crucial step.

The law of death is very powerful. Even if the fifteenth sword only triggers a trace of the power of death, it can burst out with power comparable to that of a grandmaster.

But laws like life and death are powers that can only be accessed after becoming a god. For him, who has neither a primordial spirit nor a divine soul, every time he uses them, he will suffer the backlash of the law of death.

Song Xuan sighed softly, "With a mortal body, he tried to master the power of God. His fate was sealed after he comprehended the fifteenth sword!"

Zhong Ling was completely bewildered. "I've just made it from acquired to innate, gained some skills and barely become a master, and now you're talking about the five elements, death, mortals, gods, and so on..."

Ah, I feel like I need to grow a brain!

Song Qian, Yao Yue and the others seemed to be lost in thought, while Su Xinghe had an excited look on his face, his eyes full of curiosity.

His martial arts skills were average, but he had a strong desire to explore the unknown. He didn't expect that after staying in Leigushan for so long, he would be able to hear such a secret today.

No, I must write it down and leave it to my disciples as a family heirloom.

boom!

At the horizon, Murong Fu and Yan Shisan fought.

He started with the Murong family's unique skill, the Sanhe Finger. As soon as he pointed it, it seemed as if the power of the stars in the sky were integrated into one finger. The light of the stars emerged, and a majestic finger shadow collided with the sword energy slashed out by Yan Shisan.

As soon as they fought, Yan Shisan had a rough idea in his mind. Although this young master Murong was famous, his strength was still a little weaker than Jiumozhi.

However, the Gusu Murong family's unique skills are indeed extraordinary and should not be underestimated.

"sad!"

After pointing a finger, Murong Fu drew his sword.

As a master who can be compared with Xiao Feng, Murong Fu's abilities are not limited to the Chanhe Finger and Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, his family-inherited swordsmanship is also extremely impressive.

Suddenly, a sword chanting sound pierced the sky, and the long sword in Murong Fu's hand flashed with cold lightning, bursting out with thousands of star-like lights, instantly covering Yan Shisan.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd watching the fight. They could not describe the agility and changes in Murong Fu's sword moves, they only knew that it was extremely amazing. For something they could not understand, just cheering and applauding honestly was enough.

Yan Shisan let out a long roar and drew his sword at the same time, but he could no longer see any human figure in the air. He could only see two long swords surrounded by sword energy, constantly tearing the sky apart and changing their positions in the void as if they were teleporting.

Neither of them used any killing moves, but instead fought quickly. The sounds of weapons clashing rose and fell, and the sky and earth were filled with the hissing sound of sword energy.

Wang Yuyan was fascinated by the scene, but a hint of nervousness appeared on her face at the same time.

In order to be with her cousin since she was young, she forced herself to read a lot of martial arts techniques even though she had no interest in martial arts. Although she herself had no skills, she was familiar with many unique martial arts skills.

In the past, she could still be proud of teaching others martial arts, but now she realized how helpless she was.

What good is her theoretical knowledge if she doesn't have martial arts skills to support it?

If you can't even see Yan Shisan's moves clearly, how can you find the weaknesses in his Thirteen Deadly Swords?

At this moment, she seemed to understand something.

"No wonder, no wonder even though I've expressed my feelings so clearly, my cousin is still so distant and hesitant to express his feelings.

It turns out that I am so useless!"

In the past, when her cousin was not so powerful, she could help her cousin by telling him the enemy's weaknesses before fighting with him.

But now, at the Grandmaster level, she is completely useless!

Seeing Wang Yuyan's worried expression, Duan Yu felt the time was right and stepped forward to comfort her, "Miss Wang, don't worry. Young Master Murong is blessed with a long life, and nothing will happen to him!"

At this moment, Wang Yuyan was feeling sad because she was useless, and she was also worried that her cousin would abandon her. She was feeling very worried and upset. When she heard Duan Yu's flattering voice, she felt inexplicably angry.

"roll!"

Duan Yu was inexplicably scolded and felt a little embarrassed. He smiled awkwardly and took a step back, but he was not far away from Wang Yuyan and still looked at her with admiration.

This scene was seen by Victoria Song, who laughed and said, "Is Murong Fu being poached? By the way, who is this little licker from?

Murong Fu may not be very capable, but he is very thick-skinned. He can tolerate this and has a very broad mind!"

Song Xuan smiled and said nothing more.

Everyone loves beauty, which is a very normal thing. But Duan Yu knew that the girl had someone she liked, and the two of them were almost at the stage of discussing marriage, but he still kept trying to get close to her. To be honest, it was not very decent of him.

From the reader's perspective, it is really satisfying to see the protagonist Duan Yu gradually poaching the villain Murong Fu.

But from an outsider's perspective, if you go shopping with your girlfriend and a pretty boy comes in front of you with a flattering smile and wants to add your girlfriend's WeChat, would you be angry?

From this perspective, Murong Fu's mind is really very broad. For the sake of his career, he can really endure what others cannot endure.

Don’t say that Murong Fu doesn’t like Wang Yuyan at all, so he doesn’t care at all.

If he really didn't care, who would bring a burden with no cultivation around with him and wander around the world all day?

"I know him, he is Duan Yu, the eldest son of the Dali Duan family!"

Zhong Ling chuckled and said, "I heard his father, Duan Zhengchun, was a notorious playboy and heartless man in the martial arts world. Seeing him today, it seems he's just like his father, not a serious man at all!"

In Zhong Ling's opinion, although Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan have not yet married, they are almost a recognized couple in the world, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Wang Yuyan is half a married man.

In this situation, it is really unpleasant that Duan Yu still behaves like this.

Song Xuan looked at Zhong Ling with a strange expression and smiled deeply.

Because of my intervention, Zhong Ling’s love brain has been cured?

Zhong Ling was confused by the look and asked doubtfully, "Dad, what's wrong? Am I wrong?"

"No, you're right, it's great!"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "You are the current leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. In the future, you will become a top-level female warrior in Songzhou. I hope you can always stay sober and not be deceived by others' sweet words."

"Of course!" Zhong Ling raised her head proudly, "I'm super smart!"

Looking at the high-spirited girl, Song Xuan felt a little dazed, as if he saw the sixteen-year-old Song Erni who was full of confidence and fearless.