At this moment, the main gate of the Marquis's palace opened wide, two rows of soldiers with long spears stood straight, their faces solemn, their eyes unblinking.
At the foot of the red carpet stretching from the main hall to the main gate, red lanterns hung high, maids and servants bowed respectfully.
A family of young and old, boys and girls with smiling faces, headed out the front door.
Not only the main family, all branches of the Nan family also came in large numbers, old and young, everyone had a serious look on their face.
Xiatun clasped his hands behind his back, behind him were his brothers of the same rank, last was Nishou.
Walking to the main gate, Xiatun's eyes scanned both sides of the street, only to see people crowded together, whispering.
At this moment, there was a long whistle from above, and a figure came from afar riding the wind. Ordinary people could not see it clearly and thought it was a fairy descending to earth.
Xiatun's expression was slightly condensed, but he quickly returned to normal and bowed his head in ceremony.
"Dear Xiatun, please introduce yourself to Uncle Lukan"
Seeing the old man bowing his head in ceremony, the palace servants also immediately bowed down and chanted.
"Welcome Uncle Lukan"
"What? Thiet Phong? Hey...! Could it be the Sword Saint Thiet Phong, a sword that split Ganzi mountain in half?"
A wanderer expert stood in the crowd of people watching and shouted in surprise.
"You are crazy! If Saint Lukan was still alive, he would have been one hundred and fifty years old this year.
Is he a fairy?" Another person said in disbelief.
"Fairies? Are there really fairies in this world?" The crowd also became noisy.
"I don't know, but it must be.
Remember that year, The Holy Sword and the Holy Blade of excellence and entered the "Heaven" as said.
"Just stepping into the Transformation Realm, one's strength skyrocketing is one thing. What makes people most terrifying is that one's lifespan also increases by fifty years."
So it can be seen that Lukan Sword Saint has not yet become a fairy, but it is probably not far away."
The other expert muttered.
The figure only blinked a few times, then walked in front of Xiatun, glanced around the palace and said with a smile.
"Stand up, everyone is family, no need to be polite."
The palace servants then raised their heads and looked closely at the figure in front.
This person is over sixty years old, has a long gray beard, flowery hair, and a smiling mouth that gives people a gentle and approachable feeling.
He held a whisk in his hand, a sword on his belt, and his clothes were made of some unknown material, a bright white color, dazzling to the eye.
"Uncle Lukan, haven't seen you for many years...! Have you entered that realm?" Xiatun glanced once and asked solemnly.
This time Xiatun heard the news that his father's good friend "Thiet Phong Sword Saint" had returned, and was very surprised.
Xiatun remembers very clearly, that year his father Nanjily was incredibly talented, with terrifying strength, fighting the east and the north, no one could stop him.
If it is said that Blood Marquis is the best in the world, then his son, Nanjily, is the number one expert on Zhongshan Continent.
His sword technique was transformed into a trance, unable to find an opponent, people called him the Sword Saint.
Nanjily has been famous for many years, but suddenly the martial arts world killed an equally terrible talent.
This person is Lukan. He is not famous for his cruelty like Wangtang and does not have glorious feats like Wangtang. However, Sword Saint cutting "Ganzi Mountain" in half with one sword is enough to amaze people.
Immortal! Only an immortal can produce such a domineering sword.
From then on, The Holy Sword and the Holy Blade were called earth immortals.
I don't know if the word fairy is attractive, or if there really are fairies in the world.
In order to find an opportunity to become an immortal, Wangtang gave up glory and wealth and left alone.
When Wukan Martial Artist heard the news that Wangtang had entered the world, he was scared to death. The great masters, the ultimate masters, went into seclusion and could not come out.
The knife saint traveled all over the great river, north and south, just hoping to break through the limit once.
Five years ago, in the blink of an eye, Wangtang, one man and one sword, arrived at the foot of Ganzi mountain.
I only saw Ganzi mountain, the mountain range was broken, one divided into two, the sword energy was sky high, at this moment the knife in my hand trembled violently.
The Holy Sword only used one sword in his life, this knife was called "Great".
Why just one word "Great"? No one knows, the sword saint himself doesn't say it.
Just know that, once the sword comes out of its sheath, whoever confronts the holy sword must die.
Only later did Xiatun know the reason it was called "Great" because when the knife comes out of its sheath if you don't die, I die.
Once the knife is opened, there must be blood in the hand holding the knife. The blood flows into the knife and the person holding the knife unites.
Swinging the knife is like swinging a sword, the more you hit, the stronger it becomes, until the blood in your body runs out and you die.
Only when you kill the enemy will the sword and blood stop flowing?
Nanjily died more than thirty years ago. He was only one hundred and fifty years old when he passed away.
After Nanjily died, that sword was kept in the family hall, no one saw it appear again.
Speaking of that year, after seeing Ganzi mountain being split into two, the knife in Nanjily's hand trembled constantly.
It continuously made the sounds of "he, he" as if it wanted to get out of its sheath, the sword energy was flying around, wanting to go and kill all the sword energy remaining around.
The knife saint also had a very solemn expression at this time. He knew that the person who cut this mountain was definitely not someone to be teased.
He held the hilt of the knife tightly and slowly walked up the mountain.
Every step Wangtang passed, the sword energy roared loudly, his aura increased with each step.
Stepping onto the top of the mountain, Wangtang's whole body seemed to transform into a giant, his robe fluttering, his eyes looking forward like electricity.
In front of him was a ditch hundreds of meters long. Just by looking at it, one could vaguely guess how terrifying that sword was.
On the other side of the mountain is a young man in his thirties, with sword eyebrows, bright eyes, and an extraordinary appearance.
This person stood straight, with long hair and a white shirt fluttering in the wind. His eyes looked towards Wangtang without blinking, like a long sword unsheathed, quiet but dangerous.
"Holy Sword, Nanjily..." The young man in white opened his mouth to speak.
"Sword Saint, Lukan..." Nanjily also nodded and opened his mouth.
Neither of them said anything anymore, they began to follow each other's every move, without blinking even once.
Swords were flying everywhere, swords were moving horizontally and vertically, and two figures, one black, one white, stood there for more than an hour.
Both of them stood at the pinnacle of martial arts and also understood that in an encounter at this level, even a small mistake would be enough to save their lives.
In this fight, the comparison is not about who is strong and who is weak in martial arts, but rather who shows a weakness first.
Suddenly Lukan moved, his bare hand touched the sword, and the sword slashed forward on its own.
"You...! you" Just heard a long ringing sound, a sword energy that could be seen with the naked eye rushed out, absolutely terrifying.
The corner of the holy knife's mouth curled up, the knife came out of its sheath.
I only heard a howling sound in the wind, and a streak of red light flashed forward and rushed forward.
"Boom...!Bang" Rubble fell and exploded in all directions.
Two figures flew up, performing their light attack to the limit, both sides of Ganzi mountain were covered with knife and sword marks.
The momentum on Wangtang's body quickly increased, and his sword became more and more fierce.
Sword Saint's body floated, his feet used the cliff to step up into the air, both avoiding and counterattacking.
Just looking here, everyone can see that the Sword Saint's body technique is unusually strong, and the immortals are probably only this far.
Although Wangtang's body is a bit lower, his aura is extremely terrifying, his whole body seems to turn into a red sun, with each knife he slashes out, the rocky mountains are like tofu gently falling down. There wasn't even an explosion.
The two fought back and forth, a day and a night passed, the mountain wind howled, rocks scattered, and no animal dared to show itself.
At this moment, the Sword Saint's aura suddenly increased, his long hair fluttered, and the sword in his hand trembled.
Wangtang's pupils shrank, extremely frightened.
However, he did not retract his hand. He used both legs to rush forward, his eyes were focused, and his right hand slashed out a knife.
A streak of blood-red blade light flowed out, unstoppable.
The Sword Saint smiled again and casually swung a sword.
With a sword of horror, the wind stopped blowing and the trees stopped shaking.
The sword light shattered, and the terrifying sword energy continued to slash forward.
Blood mist poured out, Wangtang's body staggered and retreated.
One day and one night, for the first time, someone was injured.
"One good sword".
Wangtang raised his head with his sword, one word spat out, his fighting spirit continued to rise.
Sword Saint did not answer, his eyes stared straight at Wangtang.
Wangtang looked at his right arm and saw only a bone-deep wound. Even though his will was extremely strong, he couldn't help but feel scared.
Martial arts practitioners are divided into six great realms: "not stream-entering, stream-entering, third-stream masters, second-stream masters, first-rate masters, ultimate masters." Not stream-entering, and stream-entering both need to practice the physical body. Only with equal weight and iron bones can one cultivate true qi.
After martial arts practice reaches the third level, true energy begins to be born.
True Qi not only causes the martial artist to generate internal force, but it also helps the martial artist's physical body to be much stronger than before.
There is no need to mention the ultimate master, as long as a third-rate master is needed, his body can already be comparable to iron and steel.
Since birth, Nanjily has been trained by the Marquis on the path of martial arts, and there is no shortage of natural treasures.
Not to mention an ordinary sword, he once stood still for a great master to slash, yet only a very small red dot remained on his skin.
Just thinking about this, one can vaguely understand how terrifying the Sword Saint's strength is.
"What is the name of that realm?" Wangtang looked straight and opened his mouth to ask.
"I don't know, I just had a breakthrough."
The Sword Saint shook his head in response.
"Do you still want to fight?" The Sword Saint asked again did not respond, he changed his hand to hold the knife, his eyes slowly turned red.
"Good! Then I also want to test how strong that realm is...! Break it for me..." With a roar, the big wind blew again, dust flying.
At this moment, Wangtang's whole body shone with blood, the blood stopped flowing, his black hair fluttered, and every bone in his body made a cracking sound.
The Sword Saint's eyes shrank. He did not expect that a middle-aged man over fifty years old would say a breakthrough and then a breakthrough. It was truly unbelievable.
The two of them fighting each other doesn't mean they are enemies, the Sword Saint has no intention of fighting at this time.
The aura of the Wangtang kept rising, and when it finally reached the top, the knife also fell to the ground.
The blade was no longer able to accept the blood provided by its owner, it could only gloomily slide down.
Wangtang glanced at the sword and shook his head.
This sword has followed him all his life, constantly searching for nourishment with his blood, spirituality has also been born, but now just because of the momentum on his body, the spirituality is destroyed.
"You are very strong!" Sword Saint looked at Lukan Sword Saint and said.
"You are also very strong!" Sword Saint also nodded in response.
"There's no need to fight anymore, I'm no longer Sword Saint." After Wangtang finished speaking, he put his knife away and left.
"Do you realize that we may no longer be mortals?" Sword Saint did not stop, just gently said a sentence.
"That's right! I just feel like something is locking me up as if it wants to erase my internal energy."
Nanjily stopped walking, thinking.
"We're not enemies, right?" The Sword Saint did not delve into the previous issue but asked about something else.
"Not!" Nanjily shook his head and replied.
Sword Saint smiled, clasped his hands, and said, "How about we worship as brothers?"
"Then go back to the Marquis's palace and talk again."
Nanjily smiled and nodded.
The two figures continued to walk away, leaving only Ganzi mountain collapsed everywhere.
Sword Saint was very young, only thirty that year, and Nanjily was also over fifty years old that year.
The two of them formed a brotherly bond, everywhere in Wukan's territory could not help but be afraid, even the foreign forces with bad intentions also hung up their tails and did not dare to get involved.
When the court heard the news, they immediately rewarded him with many treasures.
That's right, these two terrifying existences, perhaps just one sword move, one swing of the knife, is enough to destroy an entire dynasty.
Many high-ranking officials offered their petitions, asking the emperor to issue a decree, ordering the marquis to use military force to punish the countries.
It's just a pity that things didn't work out in the end.
Just heard the news from the Marquis: "The two of us are no longer mortals. If we want to destroy mortals, we will be punished. We hope that Your Majesty will revoke the edict."
After the two experts bowed, they immediately sent down news about the new realm.
The two people named "Gejizhen" walked to this door step, their internal energy began to change, becoming more spiritual and stronger.
The two also announced that if they reach the Transformation Realm, human lifespan will increase sharply. If the internal force is completely transformed, perhaps they will enter the door of immortality.
Of course that's just speculation, no one has verified it, no one has touched it...