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Chapter 330 Meeting once is better than countless people in the world

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    The face of the middle-aged man on the tower was a little pale, obviously he was injured, and he still hadn¡¯t healed. This middle-aged man was the Imperial Master of Yankang. He was severely injured in the battle with the gods.  The injury was healed, but after all, it was caused by the gods, and he has not fully recovered.

    The Mandi Kingdom also took advantage of this opportunity to invade Yankang, and the Qingmen Gate was of great importance. The Yankang National Master knew that the Yankang Kingdom had experienced two major catastrophes, and its vitality was greatly damaged. In addition, he and Emperor Yanfeng had never recovered.  At the peak state, Emperor Yanfeng's injuries were heavier than his.

    He was afraid of being driven in by the governor of the Mandi Kingdom, so he dispatched troops and generals to guard Qingmen Pass.

    He even did not hesitate to come to the battlefield in person to direct the duel in person.

    The village chief drew out his sword, and with a single strike, he quelled the dispute on the battlefield, which shocked people's hearts, and he also saw it in his eyes.

    In fact, this is no longer shocking, but has the ability to turn the battlefield into a sea of ??blood, shocking all the troops and horses on both sides.

    The lives of everyone on the battlefield are in his hands.

    This kind of swordsmanship cannot be regarded as swordsmanship, but a profound and short-cut way, which made Yankang Guoshi see a higher level, the level of kendo.

    With this move by the village chief, it is impossible to count how many sword lights are displayed, and the most terrifying thing is that the trajectory of each sword light is different. It is almost impossible to restrain each warrior and supernatural power  matter.

    On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of troops are fighting and charging to fight. Everyone has different cultivation bases and strengths. The martial arts skills and supernatural powers cultivated are somewhat different. Moreover, the battle formation changes rapidly. If you want to control everyone at the same time, you need to control everything about them.  Supernatural powers, martial arts, spiritual weapons, and formations all require an incredible amount of calculations.

    Those who have achieved this level can already be called gods, gods of swords!

    "One sword opens the emperor's blood. I have seen this kind of swordsmanship, and it is in the painting of the saint."

    National Master Yankang stared at Long Qilin. Qin Mu and others stood on Long Qilin's back. Although these people were very strong, they were not in his eyes.

    "I saw the ultimate swordsmanship from this painting. I have studied the swordsmanship of the person in the painting for two hundred years. Every time I observed it, I gained something new. Until one day, I couldn't see any new swordsmanship.  So I thought I had reached the level of the person in the painting.¡±

    Master Yankang recalled the painting, his eyes were looking for the person in the painting, but he couldn't find it, then his eyes focused and fell on Qin Mu's back.

    Qin Mu was carrying a medicine basket on his back, and in the medicine basket was a gray-haired old man with no hands or feet.

    This old man is not like the person in the painting back then. The person in the painting is a sword god, not so old, full of vigor, like a sword, a sword that has just drunk blood.

    However, the old man in the medicine basket is a cripple. He is dying, and the candlelight may be extinguished in the wind at any time. How can he be as vigorous as the sword god in the painting?

    But Yankang Guoshi can be sure that this disabled old man is the sword god back then!

    Because, his enlightenment of swordsmanship came from the sword god in the painting.

    The body of Yankang Guoshi trembled slightly, he exhaled a long breath, and ordered: "Welcome!"

    The city gate opened, and the generals in the city lined up on both sides. Long Qilin walked into the city with his head held high and his belly full. Suddenly, all the sword lights in the battlefield surged like a tide, roaring towards Qin Mu, and burrowed into the medicine basket behind him.

    The village head of Yaolanzi poked his head out, and then saw the middle-aged man walking towards him, the so-called saint who was born once every five hundred years, the man who was known as the number one man under the gods, and the man who was hailed as the contemporary sword god!

    The two people met their eyes, and there was a wave in their hearts.

    The sword god of the last era and the sword god of this era finally meet!

    Behind the battlefield, the sound of knocking bronze gongs came from the towers of the two great gates. It was the sound of gold ringing, ordering the battlefield to withdraw troops.

    On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were relieved and hurriedly retreated separately. All of them suddenly felt that their bodies were soaked and sweated profusely.

    And in Qingmen Pass, the village chief floated out of the medicine basket. He walked towards Yankang Guoshi as if he had grown legs and hands, and the strongest men of the two eras met!

    "You learn sword?" the village chief asked.

    ? Master Yankang held the student's ceremony, with a respectful expression: "I learned swordsmanship in my early years, and I stopped learning swordsmanship when I was 160 years old."

    The village head asked: "You knew sword when you were 160 years old?"

    Yankang Guoshi said solemnly: "When I was 160 years old, I read the world's unique kung fu skills and learned a lot of supernatural powers. Then I learned about swords and started to create my own swordsmanship."

    The village chief smiled: ?sp;He thrust out his sword at Yankang Guoshi, and the scenery around him suddenly changed, and thousands of mountains and rivers came rushing towards him. In an instant, it seemed that they were no longer surrounded by Qingmen Pass, a battlefield where blood flowed like rivers, but another new land.  In the new world of the world, the mountains are verdant, the plants are full of greenery, the river is rushing, and the waves are blooming. Every wave is so clear and real, and the veins of every leaf are so complicated and different.

    Everyone stood up, some climbed the mountain, some jumped into the river, and some picked up a flower made of sword lights. Qin Mu stretched out his hand and caught a drop of dew hanging from the leaves.

    Sword Lu Mountains and Rivers.

    This is the sword-footed mountains and rivers used by the village head. It is obviously a powerful move, but it has no lethal power in the hands of the village head. Instead, it brings them into a strange world.

    Here seems to be a real world, a world made up of swordsmanship.

    Although this scene had a great impact on them, it had the greatest impact on Yankang Guoshi. His body trembled and his soul throbbed. He squatted down and stroked the ground, and looked up at the starry sky.  He came into contact with kendo.

    Suddenly, he felt a door burst open, and stood there motionless.

    Seeing this, the village chief sighed secretly in his heart: "The sage born once every five hundred years is indeed much better qualified than Mu'er, and he has enlightened so quickly." (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com
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