Chapter 334

One stone stirred up a thousand waves!

Once Si Tu Nan Fei's words came out, they immediately aroused everyone's curiosity and questioning.

That's right! The sword cultivator disciples of the various sects and the well-prepared quasi-"Sword Saint reincarnation disciples" had performed to the extreme, and they had only comprehended seven or eight, or eight or nine levels of sword intent!

Why did he comprehend it so deeply, and it was double tenth level, this kind of perfect value that was a bit fake?

"The Sorrow Sword Intent was only comprehended for a few months, and it reached the Sword Sect level of the tenth level; it is indeed hard to convince the public!"

Elder Luan Ping of the Da Luo Holy Sect nodded faintly.

Elder Gu Qingyun of the Donghuang Palace also said: "At his age, I would rather believe that he has some kind of dharma treasure that can cheat, protect the law, or obstruct the view. Don't forget a few years ago..."

Many people were still confused about the fact that Heng Xian couldn't be caught when he ran away a few years ago. However, now that he had returned and cleared his name, it was better not to mention it; everyone knew it in their hearts.

"A load of nonsense!"

Before Nangong Liluo could get angry, Bai Chun San was the first to refuse. It concerned the honor of his own sect, so he couldn't let people talk nonsense. He stood up and said angrily: "In public, it is obvious to all, where is the suspicion of cheating? Is it that your cultivation is shallow and you can't see the depth, or is your IQ too low?"

Xu Wu Qi also stood up: "Daoist Bai, why get angry? We are discussing the matter as it stands, and it is not unreasonable to raise questions, is it?"

Bai Chun San bowed to Daoist Kutan: "Please, Senior, answer this and return the innocence to my Tianyuan Sect disciple!"

Everyone looked at Daoist Kutan.

However, Daoist Kutan stroked his beard and looked at Heng Xian, who had put away his sword by the pool and was facing away from the crowd, staring at the pool, and said faintly: "Heng Xian, what do you have to say?"

Heng Xian turned around and scanned the crowd. Si Tu Nan Fei met his gaze and immediately shifted his eyes and sat down. He couldn't forget the few swords he had clashed with Heng Xian in the Ancient Sect Ruins; they were indeed strong, and half of his body still ached.

Heng Xian thought for a while and said: "Once comprehended, it is naturally integrated. Is tenth-level sword intent very difficult?"

He still didn't understand until now that sword intent was divided into levels???

The whole audience was instantly quiet, as if suffocated.

"Truly arrogant!"

Then, before Daoist Kutan could speak, He Du Ling on the side was the first to scold. He had originally decided to stop and quietly observe Heng Xian's Sword Dao, but Heng Xian's words still annoyed him!

Is tenth-level sword intent very difficult?

It is quite difficult; it requires going from shallow to deep, observing flying fish and falling flowers, frost, snow, and rain, and comprehending the nature of heaven and earth to comprehend a sword intent to the tenth-level extreme. Even for himself, it would take many years to comprehend a sword intent to the tenth-level perfection!

Heng Xian looked at him and said: "Oh? How about this, I will test a sword with you using Sorrow Sword Intent? Let's see if my sword intent has cheated!"

"Test with me..." He Du Ling was about to speak, then suddenly reacted: "Us?"

Heng Xian nodded, pointed to him, Xu You Wei, Wu Zhi, Xu Longzheng, Chen Pingyang, and the other seven "Sword Saint reincarnation disciples" and Si Tu Nan Fei, and said: "You eight, block one sword of mine, remember to use all your strength!"

It wasn't that he was arrogant or showing off in public; that would be too boring. It was that he had a movement and comprehension of sword intent in his heart now that needed external force to force it out!

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was in an uproar.

"Th-this kid is a bit too arrogant, isn't he?"

"Is this the Tianyuan Sect's way of treating guests?"

"Truly extremely rude!"

The elders and disciples of the various sects were already a bit envious, jealous, and hateful, and now they were even more indignant.

Elders like Luan Ping and Gu Qingyun also had noses that weren't noses and eyes that weren't eyes.

What? You alone, challenging all our "Sword Saint reincarnation" disciples, who are you looking down on? Isn't this going too far?

Even Bai Chun San, Zhao Qingzhi, and others looked at each other and were speechless. They looked at Heng Xian's master, Nangong Liluo, and found that she was more excited than anyone else. Forget it, no need to ask!

And the eight people named, He Du Ling, Xu You Wei, and Si Tu Nan Fei, were very angry.

Everyone is a proud person who wants face; what do you mean by this?

"Don't dare?" Heng Xian's right hand twirled a sword flower with the Chi Mei Sword and touched the ground with the tip of the sword. Because of the weight and sword momentum, with a "ding" sound, the ground cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

"Extremely arrogant! Let's try then!"

Chen Pingyang was the first to jump out.

He Du Ling, Xu You Wei, and the other six followed closely behind.

Si Tu Nan Fei hesitated for a moment, then also jumped to the edge of the pool.

Immediately, eight against one, one in the south, eight in the north, confronting each other.

The elders and disciples of the various sects stood up one after another, watching without blinking.

Luan Ping, Xu Wu Qi, and more than a dozen elders from various sects, including Bai Chun San and Bao Bu Tian, immediately stepped out of the crowd and blocked the surrounding directions to prevent the sword-watching seats from being affected by the sword Qi of the eight people.

"Hum—"

Just then, the momentum of Chen Pingyang, Si Tu Nan Fei, He Du Ling, and the other eight rose to the sky.

Xu Longzheng waved his long sword and shouted angrily: "Kid, draw your sword!"

Heng Xian chuckled, jumped into the air, his Primordial Dan Initial Realm cultivation burst out, his momentum was like a rainbow, dense sword Qi surrounded his body for a hundred zhang, the Chi Mei Sword cut through the sky, and he slashed out a sword with all his strength.

"Xiu—"

The sword light was like a half-moon, wrapped in thick sorrow, and in mid-air, a phantom of broken mountains and rivers, sorrow everywhere, and wind and rain drifting appeared faintly.

"This..."

All the spectators were taken aback.

With such sorrow, to say it was cheating again would be too self-deceiving!

Even Daoist Kutan's eyelids twitched slightly.

And Chen Pingyang, He Du Ling, and Si Tu Nan Fei, the eight people under the cover of the "Sorrow Sword," felt their scalps tingle, their pupils contracted, and they shouted: "Block!"

Each drew their sword and slashed out the strongest blow of their lives!

"Xiu xiu xiu..."

In mid-air, one sword of sorrow everywhere came from the north; eight swords like long rainbows piercing the sun went to the south!

Nearly a thousand sword-watchers below focused their minds and watched carefully.

"Bang, peng..."

However, the sound of gold and iron clashing that they imagined did not appear. The nine sword lights intertwined and shattered instantly, and the sky burst with dazzling sword light.

Immediately,

Eight figures flew backward, each with a pale face and a dejected figure; Wu Zhi and others with weaker cultivation even spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

Blood sprinkled the sky, exceptionally tragic and beautiful.

However, the figure opposite only took two steps back and was as steady as Mount Tai, holding the sword in his right hand, his sleeves fluttering.

This scene seemed eternal, imprinted in the minds of all nearly a thousand sword-watchers—

That year, seven suspected "Sword Saint reincarnation disciples" and one sect Earth Ranking leader joined forces and were defeated by Heng Xian's one sword!

Until Chen Pingyang and the eight landed on the ground and took seven or eight steps back, someone in the crowd finally muttered: "Eight against one, and still lost, what the hell is there to question!"

And Luan Ping, Gu Qingyun, He Bu Wei, and others had already changed their faces and met their own disciples: "How is it?"

Si Tu Nan Fei shook his head and closed his eyes slightly: "Can't beat him!"

Chen Pingyang leaned half-way in the arms of Zhen Jing Zhen Ren and shouted: "His sword really weighs one hundred thousand catties, really, it's too heavy, my arm was almost smashed by him!"

Xu Longzheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face pale: "His sword has no flaws at all, the sword is too heavy, the spiritual power is too majestic, it's like his realm is higher than ours! The key is that Sorrow Sword Intent will affect people's state of mind!"

Elders like Luan Ping had their cheeks twitching, looking up at the figure in mid-air, full of apprehension and complexity.

And the group of Tianyuan Sect elders like Bai Chun San were left only to be dazed!

Just then, Daoist Kutan's voice said in a weathered tone: "Sorrow Sword Intent, indeed tenth level, he did not cheat, and he did not lie!"

Everyone looked at each other, speechless.

Daoist Kutan's voice became severe: "But the sword is a good sword, the person may not be a good person!"

Everyone looked at him in unison, not understanding what he meant.

Daoist Kutan said coldly: "At such a young age, the murderous intent is so thick, the sorrow is so deep. As a sword cultivator, the starting point is these two sword intents, and both are comprehended to perfection. One can see how extreme this child's state of mind is!!

Even if his cultivation is deep in the future, it will be hard to benefit the world; it is hard to determine whether he is righteous or evil!"

(End of chapter)