One Thousand One Hundred and Thirteen. The Way of the Sword Is Always Taken From the Middle, and the Ghosts and Monsters Pollute the Cold Front Every Time

Yan Zhaoge used the Slaying Immortal Sword against Wen Daihong's Slaughtering Immortal Sword.

His profound knowledge of swordsmanship is beyond the expectations of many sword cultivators.

After all, Yan Zhaoge is the descendant of Yuqing, and many of his previous brilliant achievements in the upper world have nothing to do with the inheritance of the Shangqing.

Under such circumstances, it is shocking to have such a profound swordsmanship attainment.

As we all know, in order to have a higher achievement in a martial art, in addition to talent, necessary hard work is also indispensable.

With Yan Zhaoge's current age, no amount of time is limited.

In such a short period of time, how can it not be shocking to surpass the hard work of others for ten or a hundred years?

However, Yan Zhaoge used the Slaying Immortal Sword against Wen Daihong's Slaughtering Immortal Sword, which made all the descendants of the Qing Dynasty secretly happy.

This is out of pride in what he has learned and the inheritance of Shangqing Kendo.

The two sides fought swords, fully displaying the delicacy and terror of the Immortal Killing Sword, which made the spectators mesmerized.

But in the middle of watching, Wen Daihong suddenly gave up his sword and conceded defeat, which surprised everyone again.

All eyes fell on Wen Daihong.

Those with lower cultivation bases can't see any clues.

Those with higher cultivation, such as Wang Shun, were even more surprised: "No injuries."

No matter how they look at it, the fight just now was evenly matched.

Although due to the power of the Immortal Killing Sword, the sword fight between the two sides is extremely dangerous, and if one is not careful, it may end in blood, but Wen Daihong did not see the slightest defeat, and at worst it should be a tie.

Having said that, even if it was a tie, the news would be enough to shake the entire Bi Youtian.

After all, Yan Zhaoge is not a swordsman who specializes in the way of the sword, let alone a master of the way of the sword.

As for Wen Daihong, he is not only a direct descendant of Shangqing swordsmanship, but also a leader among his peers.

Long Hanhua, the son of Long Xueji, may not be able to defeat him steadily.

It is worth noting here that Long Hanhua,

Not Lin Hanhua.

In order to hide his identity, Lin Hanhua, the head disciple of Jinting Mountain in the southeast Yangtian Realm of the upper world, has difficulty showing his strengths.

Wen Daihong can compare with it, and it is extraordinary, so there is no need to say more.

He is honest but stubborn, and has a strong desire to win. It is as difficult as heaven to get him to voluntarily admit defeat.

But facing Yan Zhaoge at this moment, Wen Daihong actually took the initiative to admit defeat, admitting that he was invincible!

This was beyond the expectations of Wang Shun and others.

If it is said that other people will sell to Xuanhuang, Quandi, Long Xueji and others in this way, it may still be possible, but for Wen Daihong, it is absolutely unimaginable.

Not to mention Wang Shun and other Gray Spirit Valley warriors, even the Shaobai Peak disciples present couldn't believe it.

"Look at your backs." Wen Daihong has come out of the lost mood at this moment, but looking at the expressions of Wang Shun and others, his mood is also more complicated.

After receiving Wen Daihong's reminder, Wang Shun and the other Gray Spirit Valley warriors felt tense.

They looked sideways at each other, Wang Shun didn't move, a Huiling Valley disciple beside him leaned slightly, and first looked behind Wang Shun.

He immediately let out an exclamation.

"What's the matter?" Wang Shun frowned, the fellow next to him didn't answer immediately, but turned around and looked behind the person on the other side.

After reading it, his expression was strange, and he wanted to take a few steps back to see behind everyone.

"What happened?" Wang Shun asked.

There was a smile uglier than crying on the other party's face: "Uncle, your clothes are torn on your back, and someone scratched out the word 'ghost', and Senior Brother Hou on my right has the word 'every' on your back..."

"Stand still and don't move!" Wang Shun shouted, and stepped back by himself.

Then, he saw that among the fellow disciples in front of him, no one had a word scratched on their backs.

From left to right, they are "Sword", "Tao", "Cong", "Lai", "Zhi", "Zhong", "Qi", "Shen", "Every", "Duo", "Dirty" , "cold", "front".

Adding the word "ghost" on his back, there are exactly fourteen characters.

The way of swordsmanship is always straight, and ghosts and monsters often pollute the cold front.

Staring blankly at this scene, Wang Shun felt incredible.

His clothes were ripped and his words were left, but including himself, there were two eighth-level martial saints, six seventh-level martial saints, six sixth-level martial saints, and fourteen people. None of them had found anything unusual before!

There are fourteen characters, and the least number of gestures must have four strokes.

This is the Four Swords!

If Yan Zhaoge had the intention to take someone's life, among the fourteen people, the one who died the least would have been slaughtered four times!

Not to mention too many words...

Leaving words on rags does not hurt people, and even makes people feel unaware.

Wang Shun and others, as disciples of Emperor Yun's sect and the true biography of Huiling Valley, are also treasures.

Even these protective treasures were not disturbed, but the handwriting remained. How could this be so light?

What is particularly concerning is that Yan Zhaoge did not use any light and agile swordsmanship.

What he used was the most dangerous and dangerous Slaughtering Immortal Sword, aiming at killing.

This kind of swordsmanship has been used in Yanzhao singers, and the killing intent and hostility can be contained and released freely, and the difficulty is much higher than other martial arts.

"It's not just the Sword of Immortal Slaughter!" Wang Shun thought: "There is also the Sword of Trapping Immortal! His two swords are combined into one, almost indistinguishable from each other, and he is so familiar with it?"

It's no wonder that a stubborn and competitive person like Wen Daihong is willing to bow down.

It seems that the Killing Immortal Sword is defeated by the combination of the two swords, but how many people in the world can achieve this level of integration of the two major swordsmanship?

Everyone is a person with vision and insight, and the mystery is very clear.

Although Wen Daihong is competitive, he also admits it.

The fight between the two sides seems to be evenly matched, but he has already suffered a crushing defeat. If this is the case, it is better to admit defeat.

Wang Shun's face was ashen, and the other Huiling Valley disciples hadn't witnessed the scene behind the group of people at this moment.

The Shaobai Peak warriors on the opposite side were also very curious.

Although they don't know what words are behind it, everyone in Gray Spirit Valley subconsciously feels that it's better not to be seen by others.

"The way of the sword is always taken from the middle, and the ghosts and monsters often pollute the cold front." Yan Zhaoge said in a manly voice at this time: "Yan, let's encourage everyone."

When those words came out of his mouth, if someone familiar with him was present, they would all roll their eyes.

He swallowed someone, but he never minded using some ghostly tricks.

But at this moment, in front of Wang Shun and others, Yan Zhaoge was upright and righteous.

After silently reading Yan Zhaoge's words in his mind, and then looking at the fourteen people in Huiling Valley opposite, everyone in Shaobai Peak gradually understood, and their expressions began to become strange, half-smiles, looking at Wang Shun and the others in unison.

Wang Shun only felt a burning pain on his face.

"Farewell." He reluctantly saluted Wen Daihong before turning around and leaving.

Suddenly thought of something, the movement stopped again, neither advancing nor retreating.

The other Huiling Valley disciples also looked the same.

The last group of people actually walked backwards to the distance, leaving the place in a panic.