The long sword in the white-robed man's palm was back into the sheath at some point, carrying it behind him. ◇↓

He defeated his opponent, but there was no sign of joy on his face, but there was a kind of indescribable loneliness.

"The 13 kinds of strange weapons in the Central Plains, the so-called "crown claw sickle", turned out to be like this." The man in white robe murmured: "I just hope that the rest will not be disappointed."

But at this moment, the field was in a state of silence, and countless pairs of horrified eyes stared at the man in white robe, with an incredible look on his face.

"Qinghe" Liu Song was famous in Lu and had a great reputation. He was definitely not a false reputation, but he could not resist the sword of this man in white robe!

With only one sword, the man in white robe cut Liu Song under the sword.

What a magical sword technique this is?

What a profound martial art?

Although there were hundreds or thousands of pairs of eyes present, no one could see the mystery of how the man in the white robe attacked the sky with one sword and what kind of sword technique he used to kill Liu Song. However, everyone knew one thing: this man in the white robe was much more powerful than anyone imagined!

With one sword, Liu Song died without any resistance. Such a sword technique is really unpredictable. Looking at the greatness of the world, I am afraid that few people have such a way.

The fallen feathers in the field were heard, and there was silence. No one dared to speak, or even no one dared to breathe loudly, for fear of shocking the man in white robe. Then such a terrifying sword technique fell on his head.

The man in white robe looked around the audience with a sharp look as sharp as a knife, with disdain in his eyes, as if he was saying: "You guys are not worthy of me to take action."

He had turned around and walked out the door. Each step was still one foot and seven inches. It was no different from when he came.

"Stop...stop!" At this moment, a man suddenly heard a trembling voice shouting.

This person was Yan Hongyue. His body was trembling with fear, and even his voice was trembling, as if he had used all his strength to shout out: "You... you evil thief, I will give my master the order."

After yelling this sentence, his courage seemed to surge up again, fear faded away, anger and hatred prevailed. He gritted his teeth hard, and with a clanging sound, his sword was unsheathed and pointed at the man in white robe.

Yan Hongyue's other four junior brothers also woke up at the same time. The master was beheaded in front of him. This hatred and shame could only be washed away with blood.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The five winds rang out almost at the same time, and Yan Hongyue and the other five rushed out with their red eyes. Although they were extremely angry, they were all classmates and knew their own martial arts well. The five people joined forces, some used swords, some used swords, some used fists, some kicked legs, and some used palm power... The five different offensives were actually very harmonious in cooperation, and the layers of energy that stirred up could not be poured into it.

The man in white robe was still walking slowly without looking back, as if he didn't feel the life-sacrificing attack from behind.

Yan Hongyue and the other two couldn't help but show joy on their faces.

Seeing that the attack was about to be added, the man in white robe suddenly hit him with an elbow, easily tearing Yan Hongyue's defense and hit Yan Hongyue's chest.

Yan Hongyue roared to the sky, vomiting blood from his mouth, and staggeringly fell backwards, and the long sword in his palm also fell to the ground.

The man in white robe did not say a word, and reached out to hold the falling sword. The next moment, the sword light was astonishing as a rainbow. It suddenly flashed rapidly. The remaining four people cried bitterly, and a sword mark was opened between their eyebrows.

After he swung the sword, he inserted the sword into the ground with his backhand, gradually fading away, leaving only a long sword with blood dripping from the edge of the sword, flashing with a bright red and charming color in the sunlight.

Everyone in the Liu Mansion felt that their mouths were dry and could not speak. After a long time, a cool breeze suddenly blew, drying the blood on the sword's edge and blowing away the dead silence in the field.

When the cool breeze blew, everyone couldn't help but shivered. Someone heard a murmuring to himself: "Good sword technique is really good sword technique. Who among you has seen such a terrible sword technique?"

No one answered.

Everyone's eyes turned to the corpses of Liu Song, Yan Hongyue and others. They were famous when they were alive, but they died so simply and quickly.

"Where does this person come from? Such a magical sword has never been heard of in the world, and it is really hard to imagine."

"This man in white robe once said that he wanted to challenge the world's masters with one sword, wouldn't it be true?" someone said tremblingly.

"I'm afraid this world will be hard to calm down anymore, and it will cause bloody storms from now on." Someone whispered.

The man in white robe did not look back, walked out several miles away, took out the map silk book, glanced at it a few times, and murmured: "On the seventh day of the ninth month, the green cranes and willow pine, the eighth day of the ninth month, the double ring Zhao Shihong, the ninth day of the ninth month, the eight-immortal sword Li Qingfeng, the tenth day of the ninth month, the eight-armed arhat gold armor, and the eleventh day of September is the death of Bai Sankong in Jinan."

A cold wind blew, and the sun was shining in the sky, but it suddenly rained in the wind, reflecting the sunshine, which seemed to bring a hint of red, as if the sky was also mourning for this heroes in the world.

...

Half a month later.

The lonely sail is in the distant shadow of the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Above the five-color sailboat.

Wang Dong lay on his side on the mast, which was nine feet tall and lying on it, and he could see the sky and blue sea. He was holding a pot of wine in his hand, leisurely in his mind, and he took a sip from time to time, but in his other hand he was holding a piece of paper.

There are many small characters written on the paper. If you look closely, they are rows of dates and names.

"On the seventh day of the ninth month, the man in white came to the east for the first battle. Liu Song responded to the battle. The man in white only used one sword, and Liu Song died."

"On September 11, the man in white went to Bai Mansion in Jinan. Bai Sankong responded to the battle. Bai Sankong attacked three moves and forced the man in white to retreat two steps. This was also the first time that the man in white had retreated in the battle after coming to the east. After three moves, the man in white used a sword and Bai Sankong was defeated!"

"September 15th, 'Divine Sword Without Shadow' Jiang Feihu... died with one sword!"

"On September 17th, Wang Xun of the Iron Fist... died with one sword!"

...

This paper closely records the achievements of the man in white after coming to the east. This man used his own strength to test the martial arts world, and would all masters from all directions. Those who blocked him were invincible and had no competition!

It has only been half a month since he has traveled east, but more than a dozen long-standing masters in the world have died at his hands. Until now, his record remains at "one sword". No master can force him to swing the second sword.

Among them, Bai Sankong was barely considered a bright color, which made the man in white take two steps back.

When Wang Dong was in Lu Xiaofeng's world, he also fought for three thousand miles and tried the swords in the world, but he seemed to be less sharp than the white-clothed men.

"A sword comes east, and you can try the sword in the world! Who will compete with the white-robed sword hero?" Wang Dong sang in a voice. The paper in his hand suddenly turned into ashes.

The Marquis of Ziyi and the Man in White are both the objects of observation in his heart, so of course they must pay attention. Fortunately, although the Marquis of Ziyi did not enter the martial arts world, he was full of his eyes and ears. As long as he was willing to inquire, there were not many things that could hide from the Marquis of Ziyi.

The man in white came to the world like a comet, shaking the world. It was even easier for the Marquis of Purple.

In order to let Wang Dong teach the little princess more martial arts, the Purple-Yuan Hou was also a fight, and he tried his best to satisfy everything Wang Dong needed.

For example, the personal arsenal of Ziyi Hou, which contains the essence of martial arts from all sects in the world, but it is also a chasing king.

Wang Dong also obtained the secret of the "Demon-Subduing Sword Technique" from it!

This sword technique, which is said to be passed down from Dayu when controlling the flood, is indeed simple and solemn and mysterious. It can also rank among the many secret sword techniques that Wang Dong has learned.

But he valued it more because of his ancient age, and wanted to obtain the ideas and imprints of those pioneers of martial arts for thousands of years!

This is not something that can be digested in a short while.

Of course, if you get the benefits of Ziyi Hou, you naturally have to make some efforts.

Wang Dong's eyes lowered and looked at the girl in white on the deck. The girl's eyes were clear and her figure was light and she was bathed in the sky and blue sea.

She held a sword in her palm, with a graceful posture and graceful figure. She slowly danced the long sword, and the flowing luster rose with the sword light, like a flying dance.

Swish!

The light and flowing sword light suddenly became fierce, and the sword edge pierced through the sky, making clear sounds, like notes flying from the sky.

Even Wang Dong had to admit that the little princess was indeed a martial arts genius!

Fang Baoyu learned from nature, and followed the heaven and earth. From the beginning, he wanted to jump out of the cage of his predecessors. The little princess may not be as wise as Fang Baoyu's understanding in nature, but the move "Flying Immortal from the Sky" seemed to be tailor-made for her. In just a few days, she had mastered some of the essence and used it, and it was indeed like a celestial girl coming to the mortal world. There was already a vague idea of ​​being out of the world in the sword.

Wang Dong looked at the little princess dancing with swordsmanship and took another sip of wine.

Not long after, he withdrew his gaze, pillowed on the mast with one hand, and lay on the nine-meter-high crossbar, drinking wine, looking up at the height of the sky above his head, and his leisurely state of mind reminded him of a song that suited the scene and couldn't help but hum softly.

"The world is full of troubles, and there are so many troubles in the world. A pot of turbid wine cannot be tasted. The taste of life..."

He hummed a song lightly and beat the beat with one hand: "The sky is high, people are lonely, and time makes people grow old... In the past in the blink of an eye, the hero sighs at the youth..."

The more worlds I have traveled, I have experienced countless wonderful experiences, including heroes and beauties, swords and shadows, corpses and blood... Along the way, my martial arts are getting higher and higher, but Wang Dong knew that he is no longer young. Including his previous life, he is already fifty years old!

As a 50-year-old man, Wang Dong was sad about spring and autumn. The light in front of him dimmed, and there was a strange little face. I saw that the little princess also climbed up at some point, lay on the crossbar, facing Wang Dong.

The crossbar is as high as nine feet tall. She is a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl who can easily climb up. This lightness skill is rare in any world of Jingu.

The move of "Flying Immortals from the Sky" originally required a combination of clever light skills. Lu Xiaofeng once sighed. Without the world's highest light skills, how could he use that move of Flying Immortals from the Sky?

The little princess was able to obtain the essence of "Flying Immortals from the Sky" so quickly, and this effort of light body is indelible.

The little princess blinked and laughed: "Master, what are you humming? Humph over again and let me listen." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps:(third update.)
Chapter completed!