"Sir, Sword Master, please spare me, it's my boy. I have asked you to give me some advice on the swordsmanship along the way from Zhenyuan Empire!"
Cheng Zifeng rolled on the ground in a mess, and before he could get up, he screamed loudly, which made Pojun Jian Zun stunned.
"It's you?"
Pojun Sword Master did not expect to meet Cheng Zifeng here. On the way to Jiandao, Cheng Zifeng asked him a lot for help, and after his teaching, he did make considerable progress.
Cheng Zifeng is also good at being a human being. He said a lot of good things about Pojun Sword Master in the camp, which made him gain a lot of face in front of swordsmen from various countries.
So as soon as he saw Cheng Zifeng, Pojun Jianzun recognized him.
Seeing that Pojun Sword Master responded, Cheng Zifeng immediately put on his face and prepared to flatter him to see if he could escape the disaster.
But before Cheng Zifeng could speak, Pojun Sword Master suddenly raised his hand and looked at Cheng Zifeng: "Boy, where did the third eye between your eyebrows come from?"
Although the Pojun Sword Master saw the vertical eyes that Cheng Zifeng had hidden on weekdays for the first time, he suddenly felt a strange wave of sword intent in it. He also moved slightly and was a little curious.
He saw that Cheng Zifeng was only in the realm of a swordsman, but this vertical eye had already had the sword intent of the sword saint. Just when Cheng Zifeng avoided his sword, he noticed that Cheng Zifeng's entire body movements were driven by this vertical eye. If Cheng Zifeng had the realm of a sword saint, he might not have done so well, he would really avoid the sword energy he had waved out casually.
Cheng Zifeng's lowered eyes turned repeatedly. Not many people knew the secret of the sword madman's eyeball. Since he had this eyeball, he took the risk of merging with it. The benefits he got after success were simply unmeasurable. Most of the sword madman's understanding remained in this eyeball. Only by seeing someone using sword technique, he would automatically find the flaws in it. This has an immeasurable effect when practicing swordsman himself and fighting with others.
"It's a pity that the sword madman is just a peak sword saint. This eyeball can only see through the flaws of sword saint below the level of the sword saint. A swordsman like Pojun Sword Master can only vaguely detect the trajectory of his sword saint, otherwise with this eye, he can at least escape... Unlike now, if this old guy knows the origin of this eyeball, I won't die faster!"
Cheng Zifeng secretly cursed Pojun Sword Master for bullying the small, but Pojun Sword Master is now fully in control of his life and death. Even if he has the strength to increase the eye gain of the sword madman, he will definitely not be able to compete with it.
what to do!
Cheng Zifeng has always been tricky and is the most tolerant in order to become the best person. However, when facing Pojun Sword Master, all conspiracies and tricks are useless.
When Pojun Sword Master saw Cheng Zifeng silent, he heard the sound of fighting weapons on the battlefield sounding on the altar again: "Boy, today you can only be considered unlucky. The sword formation of the broken sword and the sword marks on the stone tablet are really important to the sword hall. So you can't survive no matter what, but I can ask you to choose a way of death, you can commit suicide, or the deity can also take action to make you lose pain in a moment."
When Cheng Zifeng heard the Pojun Sword Master insisting like this, his face became very ugly in the blink of an eye. In front of a sword master, he could not use it even if he had many scheming. If he was not strong enough, all the strategies would be easily urged to break.
But do you have to wait to die...
"Sword Madman! Lord Jian Zun, the boy knows the secret of Sword Madman. My eyeball was left by Sword Madman. Now it has merged with me, so I can sense where his sword castle is!"
There was no way, Cheng Zifeng could only scream half-truely. In the choice of life and death, he cared more about his life.
So although he didn't know the true where the sword castle was, he still called out the information that he knew the whereabouts of the sword madman's sword castle. All he wanted was Pojun Sword Master who believed that the information about the sword castle had value that could be used, so that he could save his life.
"You mean the sword castle used by the sword madman from Zhenyuan Empire?"
When Pojun Sword Master heard Cheng Zifeng mention the sword madman and the sword castle, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look at Cheng Zifeng, but his tone was not as relaxed as Cheng Zifeng expected, but instead seemed to have become much more serious all of a sudden.
"You are unlucky." Pojun Jian Zun's sword intent was vigorous. When he looked at Cheng Zifeng, a cruel arc raised on the corner of his mouth: "Although the sword castle of Sword Madman is rumored to be a magic weapon of heaven and earth, this kind of news can only make ordinary people like you who don't know the truth. Do you think the sword hall will be really interested in this weapon? The orders we obtained by our Supreme Seven Swords found everything related to Sword Madman, just destroy it directly. This weapon that cannot be sure of being in your own hands must not be left to others!"
The Pojun Sword Master also had the pride of seeing through Cheng Zifeng's scheming. He seemed to feel that no one shared the heart of the stone sword mark and the broken sword formation. He was like an old cat teasing a mouse. He looked at Cheng Zifeng with a smile: "Do you know, the sword castle has a trace of sword intent connected to the high-level sword world, and it can only become the basis for a good teleportation sword formation..."
Looking at Cheng Zifeng's increasingly ugly face, the voice of Pojun Sword Lord continued to echo in the underground hole: "If I hadn't discovered the space sword marks and the broken sword formation here, I might have a little interest in the sword madman's sword castle you mentioned. However, with the twenty broken swords and stone tablet sword marks now, the sword hall has the foundation to teleport thousands of sword hands to the advanced sword world. The sword castle is no longer important, not to mention that the sword madman only has the strength of the peak sword saint. Do you think I will have any interest in his inheritance..."
Although Cheng Zifeng's expression was ugly when he heard Pojun Jianzun's words, the stronger the thought of living, the more he tried to throw out all the useless thoughts in his mind. His unharmed left hand still used his true energy to suck his long sword back into his hand.
He keenly grasped the pride of Pojun Sword Master when mentioning the Sword Broken Sword Formation and the Stone Stele Sword Mark, which made him feel the idea of fighting with all his might, which was to see how much attention Pojun Sword Master attached to the Sword Broken Sword Formation!
"It's good to commit suicide, so I can avoid taking action."
The Pojun Sword Master did not take a peak sword king like Cheng Zifeng seriously at all, so he let Cheng Zifeng take the sword at will without any concern. In his eyes, Cheng Zifeng was just a worm that could be killed casually.
During the casual scrutiny of Pojun Sword Master, the smile on Cheng Zifeng's face completely disappeared. Although it was a little pale, it became extremely cold, and it seemed as if he was hesitating whether to commit suicide. This made him subconsciously feel more at ease. He also put the broken sword obtained from the other young swordsmen in his hand and flipped it to check.
As a result, just as his negligent gaze, Cheng Zifeng's face suddenly became extremely ferocious. The sword in his hand moved, but it was not the suicide that he had expected as Pojun Sword Master.
The eyes on Cheng Zifeng's eyebrows were covered with bloodshots, and they opened to the maximum. A mysterious sword intent surged out, which quickly poured into the whole body. They controlled all the true energy in their body and turned into sword energy faster, focusing on the long sword in his left hand with all their strength.
In an instant, the long sword in Cheng Zifeng's hand was like a long bow pulled a string. The sword energy turned into a sharp and heavy arrow. As he waved his full strength, he pointed directly at the broken sword formation opposite his body. The strong sword energy suddenly burst out a hurricane-like roar in the air, cutting a deep sword mark on the ground along the way.
It was not until this time that Pojun Sword Master reacted. He did not expect that Cheng Zifeng would dare to resist under the pressure of his Pojun's sword intent. He was so angry that his gray beard trembled on his chin. After observing the direction of Cheng Zifeng's sword energy, his eyes seemed to be directly looking at a dead person.
"Boy! You're looking for death!"
The Sword Lord of Pojun also raised his hand to wave his sword, and a sword energy shot at the sword energy that Cheng Zifeng had slashed out with all his strength.
"Haha, my life is up to me, I can't help it! If you want me to die, I don't want to die. As long as I, Cheng Zifeng, live! Even if I want to die, I will not let you get this sword formation!"
Cheng Zifeng looked crazy. When he saw Pojun Sword Master first protecting his sword energy, he screamed excitedly, but his eyes remained calm like a beast. While screaming strangely, he kept waving the long sword in his hand and slashed the strong or weak sword energy towards the sword formations on all sides in chaos.
He saw that the Broken Sword Formation is very important to the Pojun Sword Lord, and he actually did not allow any damage to the Broken Sword Formation, so this was an opportunity for him to borrow it to escape!
With his peak sword king's realm, it is no problem to cut out dozens or hundreds of sword energy that do not need to be condensed in a few breaths. Such random swings of swords made Pojun Sword Master unable to spend his energy to kill him for a while. He was more precious than Cheng Zifeng's idea than Cheng Zifeng imagined to protect the broken sword formation attacked by the sword energy.
The performance of Pojun Sword Master made Cheng Zifeng even more excited. Regardless of how much sword energy his body could swing, each shot was shot in a different direction. His body also took the opportunity to retreat quickly. A mysterious sword intent surged out from the vertical eyes between his eyebrows and quickly wrapped him in, quickly gathering the sword intent and aura on his body, making the most complete preparations for escaping.
"Boy! You have angered me. This time I won't let you die this little bug so easily! I will cut off your limbs and hang them in the forest on Sword Island and slowly dry them!"
Pojun Sword Master roared angrily. He could kill Cheng Zifeng with one sword move, but for him, the Break Sword Formation was too important!
If he could obtain such a complete sword formation, he would definitely get the praise of the sword priests. After all, he had found a space sword mark connected to the higher sword world.