Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1870: Look at the sword classic…

Above the peak, the Twelve Swords stood proudly, sweeping through nine days with fierce power.

This made the master of Jianzong's Eighteen Peaks smile, full of approval.

Not everyone has the courage to teach the Fa behind the old man of Nine Swords. For this alone, Sword Twelve is not bad.

"Not bad."

The old man of Jiujian smiled and nodded, turning his gaze to the old man beside him, who is the leader of Jianzong, and said: "He is your closed disciple, the strongest descendant of Jianzong's generation?"

Hearing that, the Sword Sect Master nodded slightly, unable to hide his pride.

"Nice little guy, worthy of the name." The old man of Nine Swords praised.

"The predecessors are absurdly praised."

The Sword Sect Master smiled, and so did the Sword Twelve.

If you change to someone else, he will look at it calmly. After all, he has heard countless compliments, but it's different at this moment.

It is the old man of Jiujian who praised him, this weight is undoubtedly as heavy as a mountain.

"Speak well, so many colleagues are watching."

The old man of Jiu Jian smiled gently, then stretched out his figure and fell to Ling Xian's side.

"Brahma is in retreat, so she didn't come. She asked me to thank you on her behalf."

"Are you going to break through to the eighth level?" Ling Xian smiled faintly.

"Yes, you probably stimulated her."

The old man of Jiujian smiled and looked at Ling Xian, and said, "It's okay, if you have a goal to pursue, people will grow faster."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled and chatted with the old man Jiujian.

When this scene fell in the eyes of everyone, it was a happy conversation.

Therefore, everyone looked envious, and Jian Twelve's complexion sank.

He took a deep look at Ling Xian, then soared into the air and began to talk about swords.

If the old man of the nine swords is talking about kendo, then he is talking about pure swords, and the two are not on the same level.

However, judging by his age, he is not bad.

Therefore, in some kendos, everyone smiled and nodded, showing appreciation.

"It is indeed the proud son of heaven, a genius of kendo."

"If nothing happens, Jianzong's next head teacher will be him."

"Yes, no matter whether it is cultivation base or foundation, he is the leader of the same generation. In the future, he can dominate the worst, and may even become the supreme!"

Many famous swordsmen praised each other, leading the wind.

For a while, the voices praising the Twelve Swords in this area of ​​heaven and earth praised him as rare in the sky and hard to find on the ground.

Although it is exaggerated, the Twelve Sword does have a supreme posture, and it is one of the most powerful evildoers in the Sacred City.

"Good job."

Looking at the much-anticipated Sword Twelve, the Sword Sect Master was relieved, then looked around the audience, and said: "Which fellow Taoist wants to speak about swords?"

The voice fell, and no one answered for a long time.

Seeing this, the Sword Master said with a faint smile: "Since no one wants to talk about swords, then I will start the second round of the sword conference and try the sword."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and the sword test was the highlight of the sword conference, second only to the last Wujian.

"Speaking of swords, I know, what about trying swords?" Ling Xian looked at the old man Jiujian.

"Trying a sword is a contest..."

The old man of Nine Swords was about to explain, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Can you dare to fight with me?"

Sword Twelve opened his mouth indifferently, and the three-foot green peak suddenly appeared, pointing to Lingxian in the distance.

The sharp sharpness moved everyone present, and at the same time, they were also looking forward to it.

The strength of the Twelve Swords is undoubted. He has the ability to push the same rank horizontally. Although Ling Xian's strength is unknown, he can enter the state of selflessness, which shows that he is also a good person.

Everyone is naturally looking forward to the duel between the two.

"Here again..."

Ling Xian said helplessly, "As early as Fengjian Tower, I refused you."

"At that time, you could refuse, but at this moment, you can't refuse." Jian Twelve's eyes were cold, desperate to suppress Ling Xian and prove himself.

"Can't refuse?"

Ling Xianjian frowned slightly. Whether he agreed or not, it was his freedom. Why couldn't he refuse?

"You really can't refuse."

The old man of Nine Swords smiled and said: "This is the rule of the Sword Conference. No matter who issues the challenge, the other party can't refuse, unless you turn around and leave and give up the sword canon."

"There is still this rule?" Ling Xian frowned, and finally understood why the Twelfth Sword would say that he was waiting for him at the Sword Conference.

It turned out that the other party could not refuse to challenge the Sword Conference.

"These are the rules left by the ancestors of Jianzong, and no one has the right to change them." The old man of Nine Swords laughed.

"In that case, if I want to stay in the sword canon, I must accept his challenge."

Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry. He really didn't want to fight Sword Twelve. He wasn't afraid, but he didn't want to fight meaninglessly.

But now it seems that he has to accept it.

On the sword conference is held only once in a hundred years. If you miss it, you have to wait a hundred years before you can comprehend the sword canon.

This was something Ling Xian could not tolerate, so he decided to challenge.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if you win or lose. As long as you challenge, you can stay whether you win or lose."

"Accept it. Trying a sword is only a matter of superiority, not life or death, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Besides, with so many people watching, if you refuse, you will become timid."

The old man of Jiujian looked at Ling Xian with a smile, and wanted to see his strength.

"I don't care what everyone thinks, but with this rule, I have to take action."

"Never mind, I will accompany you through two tricks, lest you bother me again."

Ling Xian had no choice but to say the first sentence to the old man of Jiujian, and the latter sentence to the twelve swordsman.

"Finally challenged."

Jian Twelve gave Ling Xian a cold look and said, "I thought you would always be a turtle with your head."

"Shrink the head turtle?"

Ling Xian shook his head and laughed. In the eyes of everyone, he was afraid of Sword Twelve, but if he were to be someone who knew his record well, he would definitely not think so.

Ning Family Shadow, Yu Juechen, Shu Shengtian, which one is inferior to the Twelve Swords?

A mere sword twelve, not qualified to make him afraid!

"Whatever you think, the reason why I challenged is entirely because of the face of Jiandian." Ling Xian smiled faintly.

"Unless you have a thick skin like a city wall, otherwise, you can't comprehend the sword canon."

The twelve swords spoke with a cold voice, and the divine sword pointed at Ling Xian remotely, illuminating the sky with its sharp edge.

"Do you mean that I will lose to you and have no face left?"

Ling Xian smiled and said: "The shameless person is not necessarily me, just like when I was in the Fengjian Tower."

"You!"

Being stabbed in pain, the sword twelve was furious, the divine sword's cold light circulated, killing intent rushed into the sky.

"Come on, I want to see if you, who are eager to prove that you are better than me, really have this strength."

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Suddenly, the majestic and mighty power came out, resurgence like a peerless fierce, shaking the sky and the earth, swallowing the world with anger.

"What a terrible power!"

"Sure enough, he is not a simple character. With this mighty power, one can imagine how strong he is!"

"The worst is also the same-level leader, not weaker than Sword Twelve!"

Everyone exclaimed, expecting more and more.

"I will prove that I am better than you and better than you!"

The twelve swords drank coldly, and a sword whistled, breaking through the sky and cracking the sky.

That kind of edge, even the kendo legends of the older generation, have changed their colors.

However, Ling Xian's expression remained as usual, and the clouds were light and breezy.

He condensed the wind into a sword, breaking through the air in an instant, resisting the sword.