The Sword Crown of every generation of the Hidden Sword Manor was an outstanding figure in the martial arts world, a figure whose name shook the world.
Ye Bai Liang had yet to make a name for himself in the martial world.
However, he had also come out of the mountain with the previous sword crown as his goal.
Chen Beixuan's words had touched the soft spot in his heart.
Hence, he was furious.
The pole in his hand suddenly stopped and he raised it slowly, aiming at Chen Beixuan.
In the next moment, he thrust his sword forward!
The river water gathered in front of the pole, forming a transparent, flowing dragon that was ten feet long.
The sound was terrifying, and it let out a deafening roar as it charged towards the ship.
When the tourists on the river in the distance saw this scene, they suddenly sat down on the boat.
This was truly a flood dragon emerging from the water!
That kind of power, ordinary people could not withstand it at all!
Even Chen Beixuan was shocked. Ye Bailiang did not have a sword in his hand, but he was using a real sword technique.
Not only was the momentum terrifying, but there was also a dense killing intent hidden under the sword move.
The flood dragon pounced, and the black-armored cavalry became nervous.
Before the flood dragon arrived, water vapor was already rushing toward them.
"Alright, since cousin gave me this big gift, it is impolite not to reciprocate. I will also give you a big gift in return!”
Chen Beixuan laughed heartily. The strong wind blew his hair back.
He held the Dragon Sparrow tightly, and the aura in his body continued to settle, settle, and settle until a qualitative change occurred.
At this moment, the flood dragon had already opened its bloody mouth and arrived in front of him.
"One sword to slay the flood dragon!"
He roared in a low voice and swung his sword.
A shocking aura burst out with a mighty might. The 100-foot sword shadow appeared again, like a celestial waving his sword.
The terrifying flood dragon was directly split into two halves by the sword shadow!
The flood dragon transformed into river water and descended, while the sword shadow cut through the brambles and thorns and continued forward.
On the small boat, Ye Bai Liang's expression finally changed drastically.
He flew down and retreated, not even caring about the small boat.
Under the sword shadow, the lonely little boat was directly shattered into pieces.
The sword shadow also caught up to the retreating Ye Bai Liang, ruthlessly slashing him into the Guangling River!
Slaying the flood dragon with one sword!
The sword shadow whizzed past and only slowly dissipated after passing through the Divine Gate.
A hundred-foot-long ditch had been carved into the water surface, unable to close up for a long time.
This scene made everyone freeze on the spot, dumbstruck.
If it was Ye Bailiang and the River God, Chen Beixuan would have been like a fairy descending from the heavens.
After a long time, a white figure reappeared on the river surface. He coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked at Chen Beixuan in shock.
He had thought that after becoming the Sword Champion, he would at least be ranked in the top ten of the sword competition in the martial world, even if he was not ranked first.
However, he had failed to defeat Chen Beixuan.
He couldn't help but feel defeated.
Chen Beixuan, on the other hand, was like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world. His clothes fluttered in the wind and he looked like a fairy.
"Good!"
"This is too exciting!"
"Sword immortals are only so-so!"
The surrounding tourists burst into thunderous cheers.
This free performance had opened their eyes.
In the future, when he bragged to others, he would also have a strong capital.
Miao Fangfang turned to look at His Highness, her eyes filled with adoration and desire.
The world only knew that the Miao people were good at using gu, but they did not know that love gu was the most terrifying and profound.
Chai Li only felt that it was very exciting, but he didn't have any deep experience. After all, he didn't cultivate in the sword.
As for Che Ru, he had benefited greatly from this battle. Both sides were sword experts, and it allowed him to touch a trace of a Rank One opportunity.
"Let's continue!"
Chen Beixuan said calmly.
He didn't continue to pursue Ye Bai Liang.
After all, the two of them were related, so there was no need to kill them.
Only then did the three navy ships pull up their anchors and continue to move forward, passing straight through the Divine Gate.
However, the black-armored cavalrymen were experiencing a drastic change in their hearts.
They thought it was their duty to protect the prince, but they were still unwilling to acknowledge Chen Beixuan.
However, after what happened with the red general and Ye Bai Liang, they felt that protecting the prince was their honor!
How many people in the world could have such an immortal posture?
Ye Bai Liang leaped up, he flew to the shore on the broken boat.
He looked at the three ships in the distance and shook his head helplessly.
"Looks like I underestimated this guy!”
Chen Beixuan sat on the bow of the ship and drank with Old Wang.
"Old Wang, how was my sword just now?”
Chen Beixuan was pleased.
After obtaining the Sword God's inheritance, he was able to use all of his exquisite moves freely, even surpassing his master.
As expected, Old Wang only knew how to say good things.
"Young Master's sword is naturally very good. If I were in the same realm, I might not be able to take it.”
"Heh." Chen Beixuan smiled.
"Oh right, Old Wang, I still don't know your real name.”
Old Wang was stunned for a moment. It seemed that very few people had asked for his name after so many years.
He revealed his trademark honest smile."I forgot. I've long forgotten."
"However, they gave me a nickname, something like Wang Jiujian.”
Chen Beixuan nodded slowly. It seemed like he had known about this.
Before he left, he had checked the information he had collected about Jianghu in the Northern Territory and found that several powerful swordsmen with the surname Wang had appeared decades ago.
Among them, the Nine Wang Swords were not the most famous, but they left behind the most legends. In addition, there were originally nine swords in Lao Wang's sword case.
Therefore, Chen Beixuan guessed that Old Wang was the legendary Wang Jiujian.
It was rumored that the young Wang Jiujian had appeared out of nowhere and challenged famous swordsmen everywhere, without losing a single one.
At the same time, after winning, one had to take away the sword of the loser.
There were originally dozens of swords, but Nine Swords Wang had chosen the seven sharpest swords, and added the two swords he had forged himself, making up the number nine.
Every time they fought, a sword was a set of sword moves.
If someone could receive nine sets of sword moves, that would already be very impressive.
However, in the end, Wang Jiujian went to Martial Saint City to challenge the Martial Saint. Even though he used all nine swords, he was unfortunately defeated and one of his swords was taken away by the Martial Saint.
From then on, Wang Jiujian disappeared from the martial world.
No one would have thought that he had been a coachman in the Northern Region King's Mansion for decades.
"Old Wang, don't worry. One day, I will go to Martial Saint City and kill the Martial Saint to get that sword back for you.”Chen Beixuan said calmly.
Old Wang nodded with a smile. He had let go of the past ever since he promised Chen Beixuan that he would travel with him.
However, he also wanted to see what kind of scene his young master would have when he fought against that monster from Martial Saint City.
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