(PS: Sorry for the late update, the third update is in the afternoon.)

The sword energy that penetrated the world was like a meteor slashing through the sky, alarming all the masters in the world.

Wudang.

An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard sat upright in the solemn Taoist temple lobby, and behind him were seven men of extraordinary demeanor.

And they are Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect, and his seven disciples.

Zhang Sanfeng is a junior in Taoism, at least compared with Wang Chongyang and others, his seniority is much worse.

However, although Zhang Sanfeng has a low seniority in Taoism, he is a rare genius in the world. In a short time, he pushed his cultivation to the peak of this world - Transforming God!

It is precisely because of Zhang Sanfeng's incredible strong cultivation that although the establishment of the Wudang Mountain Sect was relatively short, it also had an extraordinary reputation in the world. In particular, the seven Wudang sons all had extraordinary cultivation, and they were all rare young talents in the world, and they also contributed great strength to the prosperity of Wudang.

At this time, the seventh son of Wudang were following Zhang Sanfeng to recuperate.

Even for them, this is a very rare opportunity.

Since Zhang Sanfeng broke through the realm of transformation of the gods, he has rarely personally led them to practice and realize the truth. It is not that Zhang Sanfeng has reached the realm of forgetting the world, but that the Seven Sons of Wudang can no longer keep up with Zhang Sanfeng's footsteps, and continuing to practice together will be harmful and useless.

The time for meditation is not long, only one stick of incense.

When Zhang Sanfeng opened his eyes, two clearly visible Tai Chi appeared in his pupils, and then gradually disappeared.

"Master, I've been puzzled recently."

After the recessation was over, a disciple said respectfully.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was plain, his eyes were deep like the stars in the sky, and like the most beautiful gem in the world.

"Disciple doesn't understand why the alien appeared."

"Indie."

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He will never forget the breath he felt that day, the heaven and earth are fearful and sad.

And Yiren appeared after that day.

If there is no connection between the two, how could Zhang Sanfeng believe it? It’s just that although he was full of doubts, he had no answer.

So in the face of the disciple's question, Zhang Sanfeng fell into silence.

He didn't know how to answer, nor did he know how to explain the problem. Especially about the changes in heaven and earth before the arrival of the stranger, Zhang Sanfeng vaguely felt that he could not reveal it, no matter who the other party was.

He couldn't explain why he felt this way, but the ubiquitous danger and the suffocating horror kept reminding Zhang Sanfeng. Some things are not something that everyone can know, and not everyone is qualified to know.

Suddenly, there were buzzing sounds suddenly sounding between the sky and the earth.

Accompanied by the sound of swords tearing the sky and the earth being unsheathed, the swords on the weapons frames in front of the hall were responding one after another. The swords were unsheathed three inches, as if they were worshiping the emperor. Some even jumped out of the weapons frames and made a trembling low sound on the ground.

Faced with sudden changes, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

They walked out of the hall quickly, but saw a sharp sword light tearing apart the sky, and the terrifying sword intention was like an immortal mark imprinted on the sky.

fear!

Kill the sky and the world!

No one can describe the splendor of this sword, nor can anyone describe the horror of this sword.

Although the sharp sword light had disappeared, the terrifying sword intent still stinged their eyes, as if a sharp sword had entered their eyes. Everyone looked at the traces left by a plane flying over the sky. Except for Zhang Sanfeng, who had excellent cultivation, everyone cried and covered their eyes with pain.

"What is this!" someone said in horror.

"Sword Intention."

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils tightened and his voice was extremely heavy.

Sword Intent!?

The seventh son of Wudang barely regained his sight and never dared to look at the remaining sword intent in the sky. He looked at each other for a long time and couldn't speak.

Most of them are good at using swords, but they have never seen such a terrifying sword intent.

A sword light tear apart the sky, and the remaining sword intent made me and others unable to see it!

They could not imagine how terrifying the power this sword energy should have, and how terrifying the person who could send this attack would be.

Zhang Wuxia said in confusion: "Master, is there such an incredible swordsman in the world?"

"Yes, Master. I don't know where this sword came from. When did such an incredible swordsman have appeared in the world? Moreover, the other party's actions are a bit confusing."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were confused and said intricately: "This is a notice, a letter of war. He is telling everyone that he is back. He is also challenging everyone, challenging all the masters in the world."

The seventh son of Wudang looked stunned.

Announcement, letter of war!?

Zhang Sanfeng did not explain because such a thing was far from being able to participate in the Seven Sons of Wudang.

The most important thing is that he didn't dare to say that he could figure out the other party's thoughts.

He only knew that the other party was telling everyone that he was back with his cultivation level of heaven and earth, with unprecedented means!

This is an announcement and a letter of war!

As for who the other party was, Zhang Sanfeng vaguely guessed something.

At the same time, Zhongnan Mountain.

A middle-aged Taoist looked up at the sky with deep eyes, with a little contemplation and a little complexity.

Sword God, are you back?

Shaolin Temple, Sutra Library.

An old monk silently put down the broom in his hand, looked at the sky outside calmly, and looked directly at the cold sword intent that tore through the sky.

"Amitabha, there are many disasters in the world."

The old monk sighed silently and continued to clean the spotless ground without any haste.

Xixia.

A woman with a veil looked up at the sky, her bright eyes like autumn water were a little confused, a little doubt, and a little thought.

This breath!?

It's him!

It's impossible to be wrong. Who else can have such an incredible sword intent besides him?

The woman suddenly thought of something, some ancient news from the sects.

Martial arts myth, Sword God Haotian!

The best person in sword art from ancient times to the present!

One has evolved swordsmanship to the extreme, one has practiced swordsmanship to the point where everyone can see, and one has an invincible existence in the world at the age of twentieth!

When the woman thought of this, a crazy smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Hahaha, it's interesting, it's so interesting. Even the legendary sword god has come out, it's really interesting.

Let’s be in chaos. Since the world is in chaos, it’s better to be even more chaotic!

grassland.

Genghis Khan looked up at the sky, his eyes like an eagle staring at the sword intent that had not dissipated for a long time, his face full of unconcealed horror.

fear!

Horror that has never been experienced before!

Genghis Khan never thought that there would be such an incredible strong man and such an incredible swordsmanship in the world.

"Changchun real person knows who did this?"

Genghis Khan was shocked, looked at the Taoist priest not far away, and said in a deep voice.

But I saw the Taoist being a fairy-like Taoist priest, and his feathered clothes were fluttering. This person was Qiu Chuji, one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, and one of the most famous Taoist Qingjing people today.

Qiu Chuji looked heavy and said slowly: "Sword God Haotian."

Genghis Khan was a little confused and confused. He had never heard of this name.

Qiu Chuji was slightly silent and said in a complicated tone: "A peerless swordsman who has never appeared before and may not appear in the future. His existence represents the ultimate of swordsmanship, represents the peak of this world, the peak of never before."

Genghis Khan's pupils tightened into a little, and he looked at Qiu Chuji in horror, speechless for a long time.

Others don’t know how powerful Qiu Chuji is, but how could Genghis Khan not know? Genghis Khan really couldn’t imagine how amazing the other party was.

Genghis Khan said in a trembling voice: "Master Changchun, this is the truth."

Qiu Chuji smiled bitterly and said, "The remaining sword intent in the sky is not much more convincing than my words."

Genghis Khan remained silent.

Yes, isn’t the remaining sword intent in the sky more convincing than anything?
To be continued...