The news of the Patriarch of Blood-Edge, Sword Tomb, being killed easily spread throughout the entire world of martial artists overnight.
By the way, everyone knew that Fairy Chi Lian, Li Mochou, had obtained the Demonic Blade Thousand Blades.
On the top of Longhu Mountain, Zhao Xuansu, the old ancestor of Longhu Mountain, was cultivating with his legs crossed. The disciples beside him were reporting to him what had happened in Lingnan Sword Pavilion.
Zhao Xuansu was surprised when she heard that Patriarch Bloodsaber had been suppressed and killed by several divine weapons.
"Patriarch Bloodsaber is a Level Nine cultivator. To be able to kill him so easily, Pavilion Master Chen of the Sword Pavilion must not be an easy person.”
Under the child's body was a mature and steady soul. Zhao Xuansu sighed and shook her head.
"I knew that the Sword Pavilion was extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to show its might so soon. Now that the Jianghu is in chaos, my Longhu Mountain has to be careful.”
After saying that, he instructed without turning his head.
"Tell the people below to be careful when they pass by the Lingnan Sword Pavilion. Don't get on bad terms with the Sword Pavilion Master.”
"Yes, I understand."
The cultivator from Dragon Tiger Mountain in a Daoist robe nodded and replied hurriedly. He did not dare to be negligent.
After the disciple left, Zhao Xuansu looked at Lingnan with a playful gaze and muttered to herself.
"To be able to forge a divine sword with a natural phenomenon, this Pavilion Master Chen is probably going to be sought after by tens of thousands of people.”
"The sword seeks people, not the person seeking the sword. Interesting.”
……
On Mount Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng was wandering in the mountains. This was a rare time for him to pass time. It seemed like he was passing time, but he was actually practicing.
How could he become stronger if he didn't practice lightness skills often?
He stood on the pine tree and looked down at the living beings below. No matter how the mountain wind blew, he did not move.
As if he had sensed something, Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes and spoke.
"Disciple Lian Zhou, what brings you here?"
At this moment, Yu Lianzhou, who had just jumped onto the top of another pine tree, quickly reported.
"Master, something has happened to the Lingnan Sword Pavilion that caused the phenomenon again.”
"Oh? Tell me about it."
Zhang Sanfeng's face was calm, and his feet were still steady.
"Ever since Xu Xiao went to Lingnan Sword Pavilion, many experts in the martial arts world have gathered there.”
"In front of the Sword Pavilion, Xu Xiao's foster son, Chen Zhibao, tried to enter the Sword Pavilion but was sent flying by an invisible force.”
"Patriarch Bloodsaber, who was hiding in the dark, barged into the sword tomb and tried to use his cultivation to steal the swords. He really did manage to snatch four or five divine weapons.”
"However, the Sword Pavilion Master made a move and trapped Patriarch Sanguine Saber with a single word. Then, he let the divine weapon be seized and killed him easily.”
" Fairy Chi Lian, Li Mochou, who tried to stop Patriarch Sanguine Saber, also received the Sword Pavilion Master's permission. She obtained the recognition of a strange Divine Weapon in the Sword Tomb.”
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly. For his disciple to think that it was a strange divine weapon, it must not be simple. He asked again.
"What is so special about Li Mochou's Divine Weapon?”
"Li Mochou's Divine Weapon is called the Thousand Demonic Blades. It's forged from countless broken blades. Each of them can be controlled individually and can even form a sword array! Extremely powerful!"
Yu Lianzhou didn't exaggerate at all. His eyes were filled with interest.
Zhang Sanfeng was also a little surprised when he heard this. He had never heard of such a divine sword before. The Pavilion Master of Lingnan Sword Pavilion must be a master.
Shouldn't Wudang Mountain also express their gratitude to him?
……
Outside Wudi City, on the mountain where the leader of the World Association, Xiong Ba, the City Lord of White Cloud City, Ye Gucheng, the Ximen Chuixue of Wanmei Villa, and the two generations of Sword Gods were, countless people of the martial world gathered.
The news of what had happened outside Lingnan Sword Pavilion had already reached this point, and everyone was discussing it animatedly.
Ye Gucheng raised his eyebrows and burst into laughter when he heard the discussion.
"I heard that the Patriarch Bloodsaber is cruel and evil. I didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of the Lingnan Sword Pavilion Master today. Everyone, let's drink to our hearts 'content!"
It was too boring to wait for Old Huang, so Ye Gucheng had sent someone to Wudi City to buy some wine and meat.
A gathering that resembled a martial arts tournament was held outside the city.
Many experts and hermits sat around the area according to their realms and statuses.
In the middle were Ye Gucheng and the other top experts.
Hearing Ye Gucheng's words, everyone raised their glasses and drank all the wine in their cups.
The jars of aged wine were opened, and the rich fragrance of the wine filled the air. Under such circumstances, even the expressionless Ximen Chuixue picked up the wine bowl in front of him and took two sips.
"The strength of this Sword Pavilion Master is unfathomable.”
After drinking the wine, Xiong Ba said in a deep voice.
Patriarch Bloodsaber's realm was similar to theirs, so the people present would have to fight for a while before they could finish him off without using their killer moves.
It was even possible that he had escaped. After all, Patriarch Bloodsaber was famous for being difficult to deal with.
However, Chen Mu had only used two words to finish off Patriarch Bloodblade. It was no wonder that Xiong Ba would be wary of him.
On the other side, Deng Tai 'a and Li Chungang remained silent. They only drank, but their minds had long drifted to the Sword Pavilion.
It would be a lie to say that those divine swords were not greedy. It was just that they had more important things to do and could not escape.
At this moment, in Chang 'an, on the second floor of the Academy.
The Headmaster, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, was sitting with Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword, drinking tea. They had already known about the Sword Pavilion.
"Sir, what is the background of the Lingnan Sword Pavilion?”
"How would I know? I'm just a teacher, not an expert.”
Liu Bai's eyes twitched when he saw the Headmaster drinking and eating. He knew that the Headmaster didn't want to talk about it, so he changed the topic.
"Demonic Blade Thousand Blades is called a blade, but it is a sword.”
"Sir, do you think there's any meaning behind this?”
As a Sword Saint, Liu Bai paid the most attention to that magical weapon.
There must be a reason why Chen Mu thought it was a sword.?
The Headmaster picked up the last piece of pork rib on the plate and put it into his bowl. He said casually without blushing or jumping.
"Does it matter what you call me? He was a sword forger. No matter what he forged, it would be a sword that he approved of.”
Hearing this, Liu Bai's mind exploded. He subconsciously said,"
"Wu Ju?"
"In the path of forging, he can be considered to have no rules.”
The Headmaster finished the pork ribs and sipped the remaining soup between his lips and teeth, sighing.
Liu Bai was stunned when he heard this answer. His gaze unconsciously shifted to Lingnan. He felt that he had to make a trip to the Sword Pavilion.
The Jianghu was turbulent, but Old Yellow was leisurely walking on the mountain road with his pony.
He had heard about what had happened in the Lingnan Sword Pavilion along the way. He touched the Cheng Ying sword on his back and sighed.
"I still have to thank Pavilion Master Chen."
He then took out the gourd on his waist and drank a mouthful of wine. Then, he walked toward Wudi City in the South Sea.
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