Chapter 17 Kensei

"Our immortal sword faction has been established for thousands of years, and a sincere world can be seen." Lin Changkong only shouted calmly.

But as soon as Lin Changkong's voice fell, a loud laugh sounded.

I saw the sword saint, another disciple of the former Shushan faction, come out and said lightly, "Immortal Sword School, bully teachers and destroy ancestors, how can we talk about sincerity?"

The person who knew the origin of the "Sword Saint" suddenly locked his eyebrows and felt that the matter of the golden top of Emei this time was not simple.

The disciples of various factions who did not know the origin of the "Swordsman" were surprised to hear this, but soon the elders in the door told them the details.

The swordsman came out, and everyone first had a noisy conversation, but when everyone knew his identity, the whole Jianping Square was silent again.

Lin Changkong saw the swordsman's delusion, and when he looked closely, he already knew the origin of this person.

"hehe." He only smiled and said, "What qualifications do rebellious people have to be listed here?"

Since thousands of years ago, after being defeated by Li Changqing, the founder of the Xianjian School, he was identified as a rebellion by the Xianjian School.

Lin Changkong scolded the sword saint like this, but the sword saint was not angry, but said lightly: "The immortal sword faction does not respect the training, bully the teacher and forgets the ancestors, and reverses right and wrong. This is the great rebellion."

At this time, the people of the Fairy Sword School also knew the origin of this sword saint. Hearing this, they were immediately furious.

The young disciples of the fairy sword school in the rear could not be suppressed, and bursts of scolding came. If it hadn't been for the constraints of the elders of the division, I was afraid that they would immediately rise up and kill this man with their swords.

But Jiansheng did not show any panic on his face, which showed that this person was also real.

"It's useless to talk about it. Just say what you said this time." Lin Changkong waved his long sleeves, and his robe suddenly bulged.

The swordsman also touched his white bevel in front of his chest and said slowly, "Today, all the major immortals are here. I just need you to be witnesses."

"I don't know what the predecessor of 'Swordsman' wants me to witness?" As soon as Kensei said this, Xing Li, who burned the tower that day, immediately answered.

Seeing this, how Lin Changkong couldn't understand that the two people sang and drank without interrupting, with a deep lock between their eyebrows.

"It's also simple. Presumably you all know the origin of my relationship with the Fairy Sword School." After saying that, the swordsman had a low voice, and Fu'er said, "I have the sword in my hand, and today I want you to witness it. When I kill the rebels with my own hands, I hope you will judge me."

"buzz"

A sword sound shocked, and the sword saint's words fell, and the sword on his back immediately pulled out with his backhand.

The sword pointed straight to the sky, the cold light was exposed, and the sword breath swallowed.

As soon as Li Xiaohe saw the sword in his hand, he was shocked. Sure enough, it was the Tianming Sword used by Yan Qing to fight with him that day.

The sword saint's words are also clear. When he defeats Lin Changkong, he still has to seize the position of the head of the Fairy Sword School and ask the immortals to witness him.

Li Xiaohe immediately swept the whole scene in a blink of an eye. The people who burned the tower that day looked fierce at this time, and several immortals who were close to the sky burning tower also moved slightly.

Obviously, if the swordsman really defeats Lin Changkong, these people will stand on the side of the swordsman and are bound to destroy the immortal sword faction.

More other fairy people looked repeatedly and seemed to be at a loss, and the sudden occurrence of such changes had long exceeded their expectations.

"Huh!" Lin Changkong hummed coldly and saw the interests of this, and only said calmly, "This is my internal affairs. I think everyone should not intervene, right?"

"I'm only here for the matter of Longmen Valley. I also ask Lin to deal with the matter of your sect as soon as possible and give an explanation to my colleagues. I will not interfere in your internal affairs." Xing Li said with a smile.

Xing Li's words are also clear. If Lin Changkong can defeat the sword saint, it's okay. If there is another change in a moment, he will inevitably have to worry about the burning tower.

At this moment, it can be said that all families have expressed their positions, and the field is already tense.

The people of the Skyburning Tower are all solemn, and the other Xianmen who are friends with the Skyburning Tower are also gloomy, as if they are waiting for the opportunity.

More Xianmen are like Qionghua faction. They just want to be alone, but they slowly retreat a few feet away.

"Haha••••••"

Lin Changkong opened his eyes angrily and swept the audience. He only laughed and said, "I have never paid attention to such rats."

As soon as Lin Changkong's words came out, it sounded like a thunderstorm throughout Jianping Square, and the golden light around him also trembled.

At this time, the swordsman was locked between his eyebrows, and his white robe bulged. A strong sword came out of his body and rolled up a circle of air waves.

"buzz••••••"

With a long sword sound, Li Xiaohe only felt a tingling in his eardrum and looked up.

That day, the Mingshen sword was already pulled in the hands of the sword saint, and the sword spirit bloomed like a flower, and suddenly appeared three feet away.

When the people of the fairy sword school over there saw this scene, they all frowned, while other fairy people here were shocked when they saw the sword flower.

Sure enough, he lives up to the reputation of the sword saint, and his kendo cultivation is so profound.

And Lin Changkong was also locked between his eyebrows at this time, and he suddenly waved his hand.

A long sword was pulled out from behind which disciple of the fairy sword school, like a breeze coming slowly, with only a trace of arc in the air, which has been held in Lin Chang's empty hand.

As soon as the long sword fell into Lin Changkong's hand, he slowly lowered his hand and said in a low voice to the sword saint, "Please!"

Lin Changkong did not release a trace of breath, and his face was indifferent. He stood on the field like an ordinary old man. The sword in his hand also slowly drooped, as if he was unable to hold on, and he did not see a trace of sword light to reveal.

One person and one sword seem so ordinary, as if a breeze is coming and is about to follow.

As soon as they saw the two, they were about to fight. Both the people of the major immortals and the disciples of the fairy sword school quickly retreated.

In a blink of an eye, a square of space has appeared in the middle of Jianping Square.

As soon as the word "please" came out of Lin Changkong, the sword saint followed his wrist, and the sword in his hand suddenly came forward.

Where the blade passed, the golden light around it slowly stirred like running water, and a little sword flower exploded from the tip of the sword, and then fell off and flew around.

However, Lin Changkong watched the sword saint attack him with a sword, but he still held the sword in his hand and stood in the distance, looking indifferently.

The sword in the sword saint's hand finally arrived in front of Lin Changkong.

At this time, Tianming Sword, which was originally stabbed straight to Lin Changkong, was suddenly taken back to the chest by Jiansheng when it was about to hit Lin Changkong's face.

That little sword flower also stood in front of Kensei.

At this time, he saw Lin Changkong smile, and the long sword that had been hanging in his hand slowly raised forward.

As his arm raised, the golden light around him trembled.

And the swordsman standing in front of Lin Changkong had been shocked and full of disbelief. The Tianming sword in front of him began to hiss slightly, slowing down the tremor with pieces of golden light.

The sword flowers in front of him are also slowly withering.

Li Xiaohe looked at Lin Changkong's slow movements and suddenly felt a dullness in his heart, as if a mountain was pressing down.

It seems that it has been a long time, and it seems that it is only in an instant.

The sword in Lin Changkong's hand has been hit on the body of the sword of Tianming in the sword saint's hand.

"sne"

I only heard a tear of cloth, and the swordsman's cuff suddenly cracked.

He held it in the palm of his hand, and the Tianming Sword in front of him was as if it was about to collapse and couldn't help hissing.

Lin Changkong moved with his sword, which was so profitable that Li Xiaohe couldn't help taking a cold breath.

"shua••shua•••”

Then, only the broken sound was heard.

Tao sword spirit rose from the surroundings of Lin Changkong, and only rolled up pieces of white light to attack the sword saint in front of him.

The sword spirit hit the sword flower rolled out by the sword saint and exploded frequently.

The swordsman's figure can't help retreating.

He only locked his eyebrows, and his eyes were shocked, as if he was under great force.

The feet slowly passed through the white jade board, leaving two lines of deep prints.

It was not until he withdrew from a distance of more than a hundred feet that the sword saint stopped his body.

At this time, he was still a sword across his chest, but his long sleeves had been torn, and his robe was slightly messy.

And Lin Changkong was still indifferent. The long sword in his hand was raised and raised in front of him, pointing directly at the sword saint. Without sword spirit, it calmed down again without a trace of sword light.

As soon as they fought, Jiansheng was so easily repelled by Lin Changkong.

Everyone outside the stadium couldn't help but be shocked.