[Chapter 1207, the third opponent, the extinction of the hundred sons! 】
The third person to step forward was the Great Priest, who had been watching with cold eyes.
His face was completely expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Feng Ziyue has also speculated on Da Muji's thoughts many times. Why did he want to bring him to Wenjian Villa? Although Damuji has never shown any obvious malice, he is not a good person who helps others anyway.
Judging from the limited contact, he is at least a cunning old fox.
Since he stepped into Wenjian Villa, he has been silent and has almost no sense of presence. Feng Ziyue originally thought that he would wait until he had no choice but to take action, but he did not expect that he would come to the third one in advance.
Afterwards, only Madam Chu and Wangsun Han were left - Linglongwan was obviously here to assist Wangsun Han, so she did not need to be counted.
"Feng Ziyue, you really exceeded my expectations..."
The great priest sighed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were as dense as cobwebs, which were especially obvious when he smiled bitterly.
How could he not smile bitterly when meeting such a talented young man?
He spent most of his youth seeking swords, but until now, he still cannot achieve Feng Ziyue's achievements. This kind of depression is something that a genius cannot understand.
Along the way, he has seen countless geniuses and experienced this kind of depression countless times.
However, he has something that other geniuses don't have.
Persistence!
His almost unstoppable obsession with the sword has brought him to where he is today.
No matter how many times he failed, no matter how many times he was left far behind, he gritted his teeth and kept moving forward. Even if he was already in his dying years, even if he was barely alive, there was still only one word of sword that he wanted in his heart!
For a master like him, he would even take shelter under the Moon Goddess, just to gain a few extra points of life and give him a chance to fulfill his ideals.
I don’t know how many geniuses were once far ahead of him, but in the end it was the Great Priest who stepped on their bones!
Today, he still needs to borrow a genius as a stepping stone!
The chief priest laughed and was about to speak when he heard a cry of grief and indignation coming from beside him.
"I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"
I saw a golden shadow flying out, bypassing the Great Priest, and heading straight towards Feng Ziyue's sword, letting out a shrill roar.
"Feng Ziyue, everything about you belongs to me, and I am the successor of the Wenxin Sword Canon!"
The power of the Ten Thousand Years Golden Corpse brought with it the sound of earth shattering, as if it was about to tear apart this unstable space. Feng Ziyue let out a long sigh, and swung his long sword gently, like a willow branch in the wind. However, he only heard a chi chi sound, and flew away.
Xiao Yin, who rushed towards him, was cut into several pieces by his sword and shot out!
Xiao Yin had already been defeated before he even made a move. His face was pale and he was in despair for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold back the humiliation of failure and took action against Feng Ziyue desperately.
He was so disheartened that he tried his best to attack, but he was still defeated by Feng Ziyue's sword. The shadow collapsed, and he didn't know how badly he was injured, and whether he had a chance to survive.
Feng Ziyue let out a long sigh and lowered the tip of his sword.
"Why bother?"
He seemed to be talking to himself or to the high priest opposite.
Why bother?
Those who seek swords, when they reach this stage, are certainly sincere, but they still feel a little unworthy.
"Live for the sword, die for the sword."
The Great Priest coughed and showed no surprise at Xiao Yin's actions, "That's exactly what I am like as a swordsman."
Those who seek a sword have nothing else but the sword. Some may die but cannot be defeated.
Feng Ziyue understands this feeling. Before his rebirth, although his martial arts was not at the level it is now, his understanding of the sword was the same.
At that time, he had nothing else to rely on except the sword.
But now, he can no longer agree with such words.
"Except for the sword, if there is nothing else, then is it a person who controls a sword, or a sword that controls people? If we cannot transcend it, how can we understand the supreme realm of swordsmanship?"
Feng Ziyue sighed and put away his sword, facing the Great Priest quietly.
Jian Shuangyin in the distance nodded slightly.
"Yes, after holding the sword, and then putting it down, I didn't expect that this boy would realize this at such a young age. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is qualified to discuss it with me..."
The hardest thing in the world is not to pick it up, but to put it down.
After being attached to the sword, and then being able to let it go, this is the spiritual ultimate of kendo.
If Feng Ziyue hadn't lived in two lifetimes, he wouldn't have been able to realize this.
The great priest laughed loudly and said, "Brother Feng, you are right, but now I have nothing but persistence. If I hadn't been attached to the sword, what would I be able to do after I put it down?
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"Now that things have happened, I can only be shy and let you take my sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't know what method he used. A long sword of light was already in his hand, and his whole body's energy and spirit suddenly changed!
It turned out that he was just a decaying old man, but now he is a deadly swordsman!
"The Hundred Sons Extermination Sword!"
Jian Shuangyin couldn't help but cry out in a low voice, her face changing color slightly.
The sword in the hand of the High Priest is different from ordinary long swords. It is composed of countless pale golden light balls. The light balls are ready to move. The long sword stretches and contracts, and it looks like a living thing!
The Baizi Extermination Sword is a magic sword!
"Unexpectedly..." Jian Shuangyin shook his head, "The Baizi Extinction Sword has been lost for a long time, but I didn't expect that it would fall into the hands of this old guy?"
Yuelan Rushuang frowned, "Father, who is this person, and what is the Baizi Extermination Sword?"
Jian Shuangyin sighed solemnly, "This old man is just a poor man who is obsessed with swords. What's there to say? I know him, but I don't know how many years ago it was. I don't even remember his name."
——As for the Hundred Sons Extermination Sword..."
He paused, his eyes shining brightly.
"This is a magic sword forged by an ancient god. Each ball of light has a god-man demon soul. Once it self-destructs, it can take the life of a peak Jutian master!"
Yue Lan Rushuang and others took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but look at the long sword in the hand of the Great Priest.
If the densely packed light balls on this sword exploded together...
There are probably not many masters at the peak of Jutian in the entire North Galaxy. With this sword, if by chance, it can kill all the masters except the top few!
"No wonder it's called extinction..."
"But, why would he take out this sword at this time?"
Jian Shuangyin frowned, with a look of confusion on his face.
The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword should be the last trump card of the Great Priest Festival. Why is it being brought out at this time?
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