The world has been changing a bit fast recently, with incidents happening one after another, making it dizzying and dizzying to see.
First, Nie Feng, the leader of Tianxiahui Shenfeng Hall, killed Dugu Yifang, and then the top power Wushuang City perished and was divided between Tianxiahui and Yangzhou City.
Just when everyone was still marveling at the great achievements of the domineering third disciple Nie Feng in martial arts, news came out that the master and disciple of the Tianxiahui turned against each other and the Sword Saint made a fight.
Before all the people in the world could come to their senses, the rivers and lakes surged one after another. The sword master Yuanshen came out of his body and was killed by Bu Jingyun when he was about to kill Xiong Ba.
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Yangzhou City.
City Lord's Mansion, Study Room.
Chen Fan kept tapping the desk in front of him with his fingers, looking absent-minded. Opposite him was Bai Xiaosheng, who was respectfully reporting to him the current situation in the world.
There have been many events in the world recently, especially the Tianxiahui, which has stirred up the world. New news comes almost every day.
In the morning, the eldest disciple Qin Shuang got married, and in the evening the bride died tragically.
Yesterday, there was harmony between master and disciple, but today, master and disciple are at odds.
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And now Chen Fan's ears are filled with noise every day when he listens to Xiong Ba Bu Jingyun.
It was only when he heard that the senior brother's wife was lying in the arms of the second senior brother and shouting that she loved the third junior brother that Chen Fan unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Because he still remembers Bu Jingyun’s words, ‘Don’t come over! ’
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"City Lord, here is a letter sent from Sword Worship Villa."
Just when Bai Xiaosheng had just finished reporting on the recent events in Jianghu, Xiaodie came in. She was seen holding a letter in her small steps and respectfully handed it to Chen Fan.
"Okay, if you have nothing to do, just step back."
Chen Fan took the letter and waved at Bai Xiaosheng, having no desire to continue listening.
Chen Fan knows everything about the current affairs of the world. To Chen Fan, this is no valuable information at all.
After hearing this, Bai Xiaosheng bowed wisely and left.
Open the letter and begin with "Hello, dear adoptive father."
Needless to say, the person who wrote the letter must be his cheap son Aotian.
The content inside is very simple. First, there is a rainbow fart, praising Chen Fan for his unparalleled talent and valiant strategy, and for taking half of the territory of Peerless City.
Then he vaguely revealed that he missed Chen Fan very much, and his mother also missed Chen Fan very much.
At the end, he slowly stated the purpose of this letter. A peerless sword that had been forged for hundreds of years at the Sword Worship Villa was about to be released, and Chen Fan was specially invited to come and witness it.
"A great sword is about to be released?"
Chen Fan muttered to himself while holding the letter.
Unknowingly, it has been six or seven years since I left Baijian Villa. This man is known as one of the "Ten Great Weapons" in "Wind and Cloud" and is listed as the "Fifth Panic" among the "Twelve Panics" by "Hundred Dawn Kuangsheng". ” He will soon be born to shock the world.
"Sir, what kind of peerless sword is this?"
Xiaodie, who helped Chen Fan massage after Bai Xiaosheng left, couldn't help but asked curiously after hearing Chen Fan's muttering.
"Literally, a sword that is unique and powerful in the world." Chen Fan put down the letter, lowered his head, glanced at Xiaodie, and touched her head and replied.
"How about your Tang Dao Guhan, Mr. Bi?" Xiaodie stretched out her hand and swiped a strand of hair by the corner of her mouth, then raised her head slightly and asked.
"With me here, Lonely Han is naturally better."
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Chinese Pavilion.
One night, Wuming, who had closed the shop, felt confused for some reason, and vaguely felt that an extremely terrifying sword was about to be born.
As the premonition became stronger and stronger, he couldn't bear it anymore and quickly picked up the brush on the table next to him to practice calligraphy in the hope of calming his mind. However, it backfired, and the more he wrote, the more confused he became.
Even as time goes by, all the articles that were originally intended to be written have been forgotten, and only the word "sword" is left on the paper.
Uneasy, he had no choice but to abandon his pen and go into the sword-hiding room which he rarely entered after living in seclusion.
It is located just below the Chinese Lord.
The walls of the sword hiding room are covered with swords, all of which are famous swords and sharp weapons he collected from the west.
He picked up one nearby and drew the sword out of its sheath with a clang sound. The sound of the sword was clear and bright, and the blade was shiny and full of sharp edges.
"哐..."
Just when Wuming was carefully observing the sword in his hand and recalling the glorious past with peace of mind, suddenly the door of the sword room opened again, and his apprentice Jian Chen walked in.
"Master." When Jian Chen saw Wuming, he bowed and saluted with fists in his hands.
"you are back."
At this time, Wuming's expression remained unchanged with his back to Jian Chen and his hands holding the sword. He was not surprised by Jian Chen's arrival, because he already knew it when Jian Chen stepped into the Chinese Pavilion.
"Master is back." Jian Chen replied.
"Is it safe to put the Sword Master to rest?" Wuming asked as he put the sword into its sheath.
"Yes, master."
Jian Chen first answered Wuming's question, then looked at Wuming who was a little abnormal and continued curiously;
"Master, you rarely use the sword after living in seclusion. Why did you think of coming to the sword hiding room today?"
"Jian Chen, my master needs to go out for a walk."
Wuming did not answer Jian Chen's question, but put the sword in his hand back far away and turned around to tell Jian Chen that he was going out.
"What happened, Master?" Jian Chen was even more curious when he saw Wuming, who had not been out much since living in seclusion, saying that he wanted to go out for a walk. This sudden and bizarre behavior made Jian Chen even more curious, so he asked.
"I feel like a terrible sword is about to be born, so I have to go out for a walk."
"boom!"
Just when Wuming told Jianchen with a solemn face why he was going out, suddenly the ground began to shake, and the swords on the wall began to vibrate, and then fell to the ground one after another.
"Master." Jian Chen was shocked by this sudden scene.
Compared to Jian Chen Wuming, who was slightly flustered, he was very calm. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the source of the vibration before speaking;
"When a strong man is born, there must be a vision. I feel that the birth of this sword will definitely bring a catastrophe to the martial arts world."
Seeing the shocking words spoken by the master who was steady in his eyes, Jian Chen ignored the vision just now and asked quickly;
"Master, how terrible is this sword? How does it compare to the magic weapon that was born a few years ago?"
At this moment, the sword on the ground vibrated again, and something strange happened.
The swords on the ground gathered together without human intervention, and came to the door of the sword room. The sword tips were facing outwards and the hilts were facing inward, as if a powerful enemy was coming.
Seeing the strange scene of the sword on the ground, Wuming explained to Jian Chen who looked shocked and confused;
"This means that there is a new force threatening me. The sword on the ground represents the protection of the owner, so we must find the sword while its nature is still uncertain, otherwise we will be in trouble if it falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions."
"Master, you have been living in seclusion for a long time, so I am afraid it is not convenient for you to show up. It is better for me to let my apprentice do this for you."
When Jian Chen heard what his master said was so serious, he thought that now that he had achieved some success in martial arts, it was time to share his worries with his master, so he said to Wu Ming.
"Okay, it's not easy to get the sword here. It will definitely help you if you bring the hero sword with you."
Wuming looked at Jian Chen who volunteered to help his teacher and nodded happily. He thought it would be nice to let Jian Chen practice more, so he agreed.
"Remember, this is a peerless sword."
However, it was inevitable that Jian Chen did not take it seriously, and then Wuming gave a serious warning to remind him of the importance of this sword.
Unparalleled in the world.
"A peerless sword?" Jian Chen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at Wuming's comment on the sword that was about to be born.
"Without further delay, you must set out immediately to bring back this peerless sword. Let us find a suitable owner for it."
It would be a long night and many dreams, Wuming urged Jianchen.
"Yes, master."
Seeing Wuming being so anxious, Jian Chen quickly agreed and then moved.
