In the void chaos of the sixth level, Feihong Divine General and Jian Wushuang turned into two shocking sword lights, one silver and one black, running around and colliding with each other.
The Silver Winged Divine Sword in the hands of General Feihong and the Wuqi Divine Sword in Jian Wu's hands clashed thousands of times in a short period of time. The majestic and powerful divine power exploded in the void.
"Open the sky!"
"Star-cutting!!"
Jian Wushuang touched his right hand, and the Wu Wei Divine Sword in his hand trembled thousands of times in an instant. He used the two moves of Kaitian and Zhanxing, one after another from the Wu Wei Divine Sword, and exploded towards General Feihong!
"Kamiwei!"
"Wrath of God!!"
Feihong Divine Sword also shouted coldly, and the face covered by the silver mask, with only the eyes exposed, the divine light suddenly increased by three inches!
Behind him, a pair of silver wings appeared, and the silver-winged divine sword in his hand was instantly covered in thick blood. A power that destroyed the heaven and earth came out from the divine sword in his hand, with a terrifying
power,
"cut!"
Immediately, Feihong God General jumped up high, and the silver-winged divine sword in his hand turned into a monstrous blood dragon, and slashed at Jian Wushuang!
Bang bang bang!
The two of them retreated violently at the same time, their bodies shaking.
Jian Wushuang lowered his head and looked at his right hand. The area around the tiger's mouth felt numb.
The next moment, he raised his head and looked at the Feihong God General, with a solemn look in his eyes.
After he came to the depths of the universe, he was the only person who could not lose to him in the way of swordsmanship.
"Mortal, I have to admit that you have the ability to compete with gods. If you were in my time, you would be a true god of swordsmanship that is not weaker than me." Feihong God General said solemnly and indifferently.
"Noisy."
Jian Wushuang had no expression on his face, and then took a deep breath.
"Talented magical powers, shocking life!!"
Boom~!
A force of intimidation from the deepest part of the soul suddenly descended on the entire audience. Under this force, it seemed as if time had been plunged into a swamp, and everything must surrender to it. They knelt down in front of Jian Wushuang and bowed their heads.
"this???"
Feihong God General's expression suddenly changed. Just as he was about to explode, he felt as if there were millions of mountains pressing down on him. He was unable to move at all. He couldn't help but want to kneel down towards Jian Wushuang.
"You, dare to make God surrender?" He said these words with difficulty.
Jian Wushuang did not answer, but his eyes flashed and he immediately went to kill General Feihong.
call out!
Without any hindrance, the Wu Qi Divine Sword in Jian Wu's hands directly penetrated into the chest of General Feihong, and then, the sharp sword intent erupted.
"Mortals, feel my killing swordsmanship."
Feihong Divine General took a deep look at Jian Wushuang, and then his divine body collapsed and was strangled to pieces by the sharp sword intent.
A trace of black thread floated up from the place where the Feihong Divine Sword disappeared, and then shot towards the center of Jian Wushuang's eyebrows.
Jian Wushuang did not resist. Seeing this, he sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.
A majestic voice sounded in Jian Wushuang's mind.
I, General Feihong, have the sword in my hand only for killing!
boom!!!
In an instant, a large wave of Feihong God General's insights on the way of the sword, mixed with his memories, were suddenly poured into Jian Wushuang's mind.
The world in front of Jian Wushuan suddenly began to change.
As if he had traveled through time and space and arrived five hundred times before the chaos, Jian Wushuang saw a handsome boy, only seven or eight years old, holding a wooden sword and flying at the foot of a hillside.
This is the young General Feihong.
"Is the memory passed down?"
Jian Wushuang murmured to himself, then slowly closed his eyes, immersed in Feihong's memories.
...
The sun was scorching in the sky, and the young man was sweating like rain. His white shirt was soaked with sweat.
But he did not give up, his eyes were full of perseverance, he gritted his teeth and kept waving the wooden sword in his hand.
Over and over again, the sword shadows overlapped and intertwined, accompanied by the boy's heavy breathing and the summer cicadas whistling in the mountains.
"I, Feihong, must become the most powerful swordsman in the world!"
The sun gradually set, and from the hillside in the afterglow of the setting sun came the childish and ambitious words of the young man.
"Xiao Fei, come back for dinner soon. Your dad specially bought a big herring from the town."
At the foot of the hillside, smoke rose from the kitchen, and a peasant woman carried a hoe, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and shouted.
"Mom, I'm here!"
Feihong quickly hid the wooden sword in his hand, picked up the big black cow on his side, and hurriedly ran down the hillside.
Feihong this year is eight years old.
...
Time turns.
This year, Feihong turned nineteen.
This year is the day when the only sect in the nearby town, the Qingshan Sword Sect, accepts disciples.
Feihong rejected his parents' hope of letting him go to Beijing to take the exam. He went to the village's blacksmith Wang to get a rough and ugly iron sword, and then sneaked out of the village and came to the gate of the Qingshan Sword Sect.
He was among a group of young people who also came to learn from his master, feeling a little uneasy.
Legend has it that the people who live in the Qingshan Sword Sect are legendary immortals who can wield swords and ride the wind for thousands of miles, so they are so powerful.
And he was just a farmer's cowherd boy who had practiced a few sword moves in a daze, but he really couldn't stand up to the stage.
After a long wait, it’s finally Feihong’s turn to take the assessment!
He mustered up the courage and slowly walked up under the serious gaze of the old man in charge of the assessment.
"The sword soul awakens! The body of the sword spirit!"
However, when the assessment results came out, the entire Qingshan Sword Sect was shocked!
Feihong, from a farm boy herding cows, suddenly became the most dazzling new star in the entire Qingshan Sword Sect! No one else!
He worshiped under the most powerful elder of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and countless resources were directed towards him.
...
Time is long and the years are ruthless.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter keep wandering.
In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.
The young and nervous cowherd boy back then has become the senior brother of the Qingshan Sword Sect, the most dazzling star in the entire Qingshan Sword Sect!
At this moment, Feihong is twenty-nine years old, high-spirited, confident, calm, and handsome. I don’t know how many handsome junior sisters in Qingshan Sword Sect are fascinated by him.
Just when he was immersed in the harmonious, peaceful and peaceful years among his masters.
A sudden change occurred!
When he was out on a sect mission, he provoked the young sect leader from the Purgatory Sword Sect, the strongest sect in the area, and killed him in anger!
In an instant, disaster is imminent!
The entire sect of the Qingshan Sword Sect he belonged to was massacred. The kind and gentle elders of the sect, and the lively and playful junior sisters and juniors all died tragically in front of him.
He watched the scene unfold before his eyes, but was unable to resist at all.
For the first time, he realized how weak he was and that he was just an insignificant ant in this world.
Finally, with the full strength of the leader of the Qingshan Sword Sect, Feihong escaped and was sent out of the Qingshan Sword Sect.