The figure walked out...

Everyone looked at him and was stunned.

They all fantasized about seeing this scene of Ye Qing's sword god in the past. At that time, they might mocked and fought a psychological war, perhaps gave this senior enough respect, or they might take neat actions to make him realize that this is no longer his era, but when they really saw the song, they suddenly realized that this scene was different from what they imagined.

Most of them have seen that era.

Although many people had not yet entered the World Championships and were still practicing kendo hard, who had never heard the name of that song as long as they yearned for kendo?

These two words once made the entire Nanga breathless, represented the peak of swordsmanship in the whole world, was the goal of their struggle, and was the object of their worship... Who has not been brainwashed by these two words every day, who has not imitated his style, and who has not been influenced by him?

They licked their lips, and when they came to their senses, the man was already standing in front of them-

Like a mountain!

The blade of the sword hangs low, and is dripping with dewdrops...

Master Guanjie should take a few steps first.

"Okay, long time no see..."

"Long time no see."

"I heard that you are having a bad life..."

"Thank you for your concern, it's actually OK...Who will come first?"

The words "Who will come first?" A raised sword sharp angered the swordsmen of Nanga!

No matter how strong that song is, it was yesterday evening. The competitions in recent years have already proved that Ye Qing's sword god has fallen from the altar. And with his repeated defeats, the majesty of the word "Sword God" has long been consumed. Who would be afraid of him?

They are the group of people representing the highest level of swordsmanship today!

"That master! You are so arrogant!"

"Are you alone? Want to challenge us all!!"

"So Ye Qing Sword God is such an arrogant person. I once thought you were really as humble as you showed in the media..."

"I'll defeat you, representing my old age..."

"Get back!" Master Zhujie lowered his head with his sword in his arms and slowly stepped forward. Finally, he raised his head, looked straight into the vicissitudes of the Qu's eyes, opened his mouth to speak, but swallowed it again. At that moment, he seemed to understand something, and after a long time he said softly, "You have changed a lot more than before."

“I’ve had some special experience.”

"I understand." Master Zhujie posed with his eyes as quiet as water. "I haven't seen each other for a long time and haven't fought for a long time. Please give me some advice!"

"polite!"

The teacher stepped forward and made a thud. He rarely took the initiative to attack as soon as he came up!

Three seconds later—

The tip of a sword hit Master Jie's throat. Where the tip of the sword touched the skin, a trace of blood flowed down, and a small red snake along the edge of the bowl on the neck...

Everyone was shocked!

The teacher took the sword and retreated, stood calmly after saluting-

"Switch people."

“…”

The storm seemed to come faster than expected, but it eventually began with a light rain. Fortunately, the showdown ended faster than both sides imagined. When the red signal flare on the island roared sharply and soared into the sky, dark clouds had not yet approached this side.

The teacher stood on the edge of the cliff and looked into the distance. The waves slapped the shore and the warship made a long "whip" sound.

Master Zujie stood behind him in white clothes and said slowly: "Although you won, what I said is still counting. Nanga will definitely receive you. It is still time for your family..."

The teacher said nothing, his eyes were deep.
Chapter completed!