"I call myself a master of the sword, but today I know that there is no end to the sword. In 300 years, you will be the number one in the sword, and your talent is unparalleled!”
After Kong Feibai finished watching Zhou Xian's demonstration, his tone was filled with admiration.
"But you shouldn't have tried to topple the aristocratic families and sects, and you shouldn't have demonstrated your sword techniques in front of me. There are no invincible sword techniques.”
Kong Feibai held his sword with both hands. He bent down 90 degrees and stabbed his sword into the soil. It was exactly one inch.
"The person who will send you on your way is the 134th generation sword bearer of the Kong family, Kong Xuanli.”
This was an ancient sword salute, which meant respect for the opponent.
After he bowed, the 12 Grandmasters and dozens of Xiantian Lords behind him bowed in unison.
Some fist salute, some knife salute, some palm salute, each different.
"The person who sent you on your way is the 137th generation saber bearer of the Qu family, Qu Chenghe, also known as Chan Yan.”
"The person who will send you on your way is Kang Hongzhen, the 145th generation of the Kang family's fist protector.”
"The person who will send you on your way is the 145th generation of the Hou family, Hou Yuan Shun, also known as Deming.”
" Sending you on your way, the 149th generation of the Chang family…"
" I'll send you on your way, Kun Lun 99th generation…"
" I'll send you on your way, Emei 103rd generation…"
" Sending you on your way, Dian Cang 106..."
" I'll send you on your way, the 111th generation of the Kongtong Sect…"
"I'll send you on your way, the current generation of the Sun Moon Sect…"
Good fellow, dozens of people shouted loudly to send Zhou Xian on his way.
That scene was truly spectacular.
Almost half of the Ming Dynasty's Jianghu had come. The eight aristocratic families were the Hou family of Jiexiu, the Qu family of Qi County, the Kang family of Linfeng, the Chang family of Yuci, and the Kong family of Taigu.
The Kunlun Sect, the Emei Sect, the Dian Cang Sect, the Kongtong Sect, and the Sun Moon God Sect.
"What? Are you sure I'm dead?”
Zhou Xian smiled.
He unhurriedly took out a small bamboo tube and pulled it gently.
"Whoosh!"
A dazzling and beautiful flower bloomed in the night sky.
"It's too late to call for help now!"
Kong Feibai was not afraid. This group of people was enough to dominate half of the Great Ming Dynasty.
After killing Zhou Xian, they would swarm together and finish him off in a moment. It was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands.
Not to mention that he was a peak martial grandmaster and was fearless of everything.
With so many grandmasters, even a martial grandmaster could kill them if they risked their lives!
"Let's end this quickly!"
"Yes, sir!"
Everyone swarmed over. All kinds of sword techniques, palm techniques, saber techniques, fist techniques, whip techniques...
All of them surged towards Zhou Xian.
Their eyes were filled with joy, as if they could see Zhou Xian beheaded in the next moment.
"Ah!"
"Retreat quickly!"
"Sword Dao Grandmaster?"
Along with the screams of the crowd, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue made their entrance.
The Heavenly Fairy was Ye Gucheng's unique skill.
This move struck from high above, and the momentum of the sword strike was brilliant and rapid. It had a sword qi that could even chill the bone marrow, and the sharpness of the sword was so terrifying that it could not be blocked!
A streak of sword light flew over diagonally, like a bolt of lightning, like a rainbow crossing the sky. This change in swordsmanship was the highest realm of martial arts. It could be considered a peerless sword technique in the world.
The man and the sword seemed to have merged into one. The sword light was like a flying rainbow, piercing straight at him. The sword light was brilliant and swift. There was no change. There was not even a follow-up move. The entire body's power was integrated into this sword. Sometimes, no change was the best change.
This sword was formed before the move was made, and the spirit was left behind after the move was made. It turned hardness into softness, and unchanging into change.
No one could describe the brilliance and splendor of this sword, and no one could describe the speed of this sword. This was no longer just a sword, but the wrath of the Thunder God, a lightning strike.
With just one move, he had taken the life of a grandmaster and seriously injured two grandmasters.
His white clothes fluttered, his long hair floated freely, and his sword was drawn to kill.
He gently blew the blood off the sword.
He was Ximen Chuixue. His sword art had no name because it was only used to kill.
The sword went in and out of his throat, blowing through the snow. It was not as gorgeous as Ye Gucheng's, but every move was fatal.
If one had to give it a name, it would be the Snow-blowing Sword Technique.
He had taken away two Grandmasters in one move.
"Ye Gucheng!"
"Ximen Chuixue!"
Someone recognized them and shouted. Everyone was terrified. Their sword techniques were too sharp.
He was absolutely not inferior to Zhou Xian,
One Zhou Xian was already so difficult to deal with. Adding on two peerless swordsmen.
"I'll block them! Quickly kill Zhou Xian!"
Kong Feibai was no longer as calm as before. He roared and actually took the initiative to go forward.
The aura of a great grandmaster was revealed without a doubt. He actually wanted to fight one against two.
"Kong family old fart, your opponent is me!”
Here he comes, Zhu Bujue, the legendary number one person in Ming Dynasty.
He was the best in the martial arts world with his ability to absorb power.
"God Marquis Ironguts!"
Someone shouted, his eyes filled with fear.
"Who gave you the information?"
"Wasn't it said that Zhou Xian didn't have a Great Grandmaster by his side?”
"Why is Zhu Bujue here?"
"There are also two grandmasters at the peak of the sword path.”
"No, three! He himself is the same!"
"Then what should we do?"
The people from the attacking aristocratic families and sects discussed animatedly. Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue were already very difficult to deal with.
If Zhu Bujue came, how could they kill him?
Everyone looked at Kong Feibai.
"Retreat!" He made a prompt decision.
In his heart, he was planning to tear the person who sent the news into pieces.
This person was either a fool or a spy. He had leaked such important information.
"Since you're already here, don't leave!”
"The person who will send you on your way is the Dean of the Daming Divine Martial Arts Institute, Zhou Xian!”
After Zhou Xian finished speaking, voices rose and fell outside the Zhao Estate.
"The one who will send you on your way is Shangguan Hai Tang from the Divine Martial Arts Institute's Dragon Guarding Mountain Villa!”
"The Six Fan School of the Divine Martial Arts Institute is merciless!”
"Those who send you on your way, the Divine Martial Arts Institute will be in trouble!”
"The ones who will send you on your way are the black-robed guards of the Divine Martial Arts Institute's East Hall…"
"I'll send you on your way, the Fu Manor garrison…"
"I'll send you on your way. The border guards of Fu Manor…"
This was not one person, nor was it a few people, but tens of thousands of people.
There were more than a dozen masters at the peak of the Xiantian realm, such as Cheng Fei, Wu Qing, Shangguan Hai Tang, and so on.
The rest were all soldiers. The East Chamber's Black-Clothed Arrow Team had 3,000 people, the Fu Residence's garrison had 10,000 people, and the border troops had 10,000 people.
The entire Fu Mansion and Guangde City seemed to be able to hear the shouts of tens of thousands of people.
The scene was filled with a sea of people, gongs and drums, swords and sabers…
Three layers inside and three layers outside, in a moment, the Zhao Manor was surrounded until not even water could leak.
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