Lin Huaiman stood by the Qingjian Pond and waved her hand. The originally calm water suddenly became turbulent, stirring up thousands of water splashes, as if it came to life. When she raised her hand again, there was a dense mist.

It spread from the pool, and all the swords in the hall trembled in unison at this moment.

"This is the blood of the scabbard!" Mo Haochen looked at Tiandao Zhenxuan.

"Scabbard, protect the sword, raise the sword, nurture the sword." Scholar Jingyue fanned her fan and looked around, "It seems that all the swordsmen in the hall are fascinated by the blood of this scabbard. It's a pity that I can only do it from the side.

Watched it."

"I wonder who wants to be the first to come forward to cleanse the sword?" Lin Huai, the leader of the Qingjian Hall, flicked his long sleeves to disperse all the mist, and then looked at the audience with a smile.

As soon as this statement came out, most of the swordsmen present were intimidating each other, and then continued to decline. In fact, they all knew in their hearts what it meant for the first one to come on stage to cleanse the sword. If it is an unknown sword,

The opening of this ceremony was too embarrassing, and most of the people wearing famous swords were prominent figures, so being the first to appear really lost their status. Therefore, no one was willing to come on stage for a while. Lin Huaiman was not annoyed either.

, the temperament he showed was still dignified and elegant, and he seemed to have been accustomed to this at the beginning of the ceremony.

"I'll be the first one." A black man with a black sword on his back jumped onto the stage. For some reason, everyone present had one sentence in mind.

He is back.

But when the man lifted up the black hat, what was revealed was not the face that everyone expected, but a very dazed face. He said extremely humbly: "Tang Clan Tang Zangtian, carrying the sword Mo Jian

, come and cleanse the sword."

This person seems to be just an ordinary disciple of the Tang Sect, and the sword he wears is Mo Jian, which is ranked seventh in the famous swordsmanship. It would be great to have this person to start with.

"I recognize you." Lin Huaiman looked him up and down with admiring eyes, and then revealed a bit of surprise, "Your swordsmanship has improved even further than when you competed six days ago. Could it be that you suddenly became enlightened in the past few days?

?”

Tang Zhantian took off the Mo sword from his back and answered honestly: "To be honest, I originally practiced from a fragmented music book left by Daxia Jing to my father. I practiced according to the instructions in the book, but I couldn't practice no matter how I practiced.

I can’t practice well. But after I saw Brother Luo use Mo Sword that day, I not only learned it, but even the sword technique I learned before suddenly became enlightened."

Lin Huaiman patted his shoulder, thoughtfully, and explained after a moment: "What Luo Shaoxia used that day was the first two moves of your Mo Sword: the non-attack sword move and the mantra move, but I didn't

If you remember wrongly, what Jing Daxia left to your father was the last form of Mo Sword, "Soul Cleansing". And if you want to master this sword technique, you need to master the first two moves."

"I see. In that case, it's all thanks to Brother Luo. I have to buy him a drink when I have time. By the way, why didn't you see him today?" Tang Zhantian looked around. Luo Feiyu went to participate in a competition to recruit a bride.

At that time, he was practicing swordplay in a corner of the village, so naturally he didn't know what happened during the bride-kidnapping that day.

Lin Huaiman coughed and did not pick up the topic, nor did he take Mo Jian, "Since you have learned Mo Jian's soul-purifying sword technique, I don't need to help you purify the sword anymore."

"Ah?" Tang Zangtian's face was full of surprise.

"Don't get me wrong. Hero Jing used this to protect us from the first filth in the world. This sword has already been purified by this sword technique. There is no need to purify the sword." Lin Huaiman pushed the Mo sword, "

In other words, I am not qualified to wash them."

Tang Zangtian understood immediately and hurriedly sheathed his sword, "Thank you very much."

"No need to thank me." Lin Huaiman smiled, "I hope you won't let down your father, let alone all the descendants of Mo Jian."

"Yes." Tang Zhantian hugged his fist and slowly walked off the stage.

"It's Brother Tang." Luo Feiyu looked at the back and couldn't help but feel worried. The previous sword master of Mo Jian died due to Burial Sword Villa. When he did that, as the current sword master of Mo Jian, would he

Will he disregard the friendship of the past few days and draw a sword against himself?

After Tang Zangtian made his debut, many swordsmen appeared on the stage to clean up their swords. Soon, there were hundreds of people taking turns.

Qingyin took a sip of tea and touched Mo Haochen's head, "Haochen, it's your turn to go up with the sword."

"Uncle Qingyin." Mo Haochen glanced at Tiandao Zhenxuan, which was still trembling in his hand, and then looked at Qingyin for help.

"Did you do divination?" Qingyin frowned.

"I haven't done any divination." Mo Haochen shook his head.

"That's strange. The blood mist in the sheath has long since dispersed, so why is Tiandao Zhenxuan still trembling?" Qingyin touched his beard, raised his head, and was suddenly startled for no reason.

He majored in Taoism in the Wudang Mountains. Although his attainments were not as good as those of his senior brother Yu Yin, he was still ranked among the top five Taoists in the world. Some Taoisms were even refined by him into his own instincts, such as Wangqi.

At this moment, he noticed an extremely powerful sword energy outside Qingjian Hall.

Although they are far apart, their momentum is extremely fast!

"This is it!" Qingyin put down the tea cup and shouted in a low voice.

There was a person rushing up from the foot of the mountain. It was Liu Zangfeng who came from Qingshan. At this moment, his sword power had reached the top. Wherever he passed, birds and beasts started to riot, and the grass and trees rolled up wildly.

It rises, unstoppable, and far beyond the reach of anyone!

However, this rainbow-like sword energy was temporarily suppressed by another blood-red sword energy coming from the mountainside.

"Who?" Liu Zangfeng was a little unprepared for this turn of events. He turned around and stood still on the spot with his sword in hand. At this moment, the sword energy also poured out, flowing freely across the ground, stirring up dust on the ground.

Amidst the dust and smoke, a person walked slowly, holding a long red sword. Even the wind and sand in the sky could not cover up the bloody light emanating from the sword.

Liu Zangfeng looked at this person, "Who are you? What do you want here?" But when he saw the face of the person in the dust clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned, because this person's face looked exactly like him. After a moment, he sneered.

He said: "It seems that the impostor that Madam mentioned in the letter is you?"

Murong Haoyue did not over-understand the meaning of his words, but answered extremely simply: "Stop you."

Liu Zangfeng didn't show any pretense, but asked: "I don't want to know who you are, but since you are pretending to be me, you should know who I am."

Murong Haoyue's eyes moved to the February Spring Willow in his hand, and his tone was indifferent, without any respect, "Master Liuzhuang."

"Since you know me, you should understand that the villa on the mountain is mine." Liu Zangfeng said in a cold tone, "You are blocking my way home."

"Yes." Murong Haoyue's words were still concise.

"Why?" Liu Zangfeng asked coldly.
Chapter completed!