"Wannianhong, I heard that your sword is very fast?" The young master in a brocade robe and holding a mortal weapon spoke with a smile in his eyes.

Hearing his words, the young man with a messy hair on the opposite side slowly raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Diet people know whether my sword is fast."

"This guy is too arrogant, right?"

"That's right, who is Mr. Su? The number one master in a radius of thousands of miles is the only one. I accept his challenge and respect him. This guy is really ignorant of politeness."

...

There was a lot of discussion around, which made the face of the young master Jinyi even more proud.

"My sword costs 300,000 taels of gold, and it is an immortal sword." The young master of Jinyi pointed his long sword lightly and roared.

"You have thought about challenging me."

The long sword slowly stretched out, and the coolness that came out through the sword made the onlookers retreat.

The huge square suddenly became empty.

"I win, the sword is mine. I lose, my life is yours." Wan Nianhong's voice was low and hoarse, not like a young swordsman, but like an old man in the twilight.

"Haha, okay, I'm missing a follower who can fight!" Su Shangzhu let out a long roar, and the sword in his hand drew a bright light, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

There was a distance between the two of them several feet, but Su Shangzhu swung his sword, and the sword light and figure instantly broke through the space, and the sword edge slashed towards Wannianhong.

"warehouse--"

Wannianhong's long sword in his hand was unsheathed, subconsciously blocking the sword's edge in front of him.

Unfortunately, how could an iron sword be the opponent of the mortal weapon?

The iron sword was silently broken into two pieces, and the edge of the mortal sword rubbed against Wannianhong's chest, bringing out a blood mark from a foot.

Blood splattered.

"You lost."

Su Shangzhu said coldly with his long sword fingers.

Wannianhong fell to the ground, blood flowing out from her chest, and only a ruler-long broken sword remained in her hand.

"The sword is here, but I haven't lost yet." Wan Nianhong struggled to stand up, coughing up blood while raising her hand to break the sword.

"I was so injured with one sword, and I still challenge Mr. Su San? A joke!"

"That's right, isn't this looking for death?"

The weak do not need sympathy, and the weak do not deserve it.

No one around dissuaded Wan Nianhong, and more people wanted to watch him beheaded by the third son Su and achieve the reputation of the third son.

"Since you want to die, I will give you my wish." Su Shangzhu's voice became cold, and the sword in his hand gently pressed, and the sword light drew a meteor.

"puff--"

The sword tip passed through Wannianhong's chest and came out of his body. The red blood gushed out along the long sword like a spring water.

"You lost..."

The only sword edge left of Wannianhong's broken sword in his hand hit Su Shangzhu's throat. The sword edge was cold and a blood mark was pressed out.

"Shameless!"

"So treacherous!"

"Little Man--"

Ignoring others' words, Wannianhong broke his sword and pressed him down again.

Su Shangzhu slowly let go of his hand holding the sword.

"You won." These words are sour.

When Wannianhong heard his words, he withdrew the broken sword, pressed the long sword inserted into his chest with one hand, and retreated step by step until the edge of the square.

"warehouse--"

He swung his sword, and countless floor tiles exploded, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

"The evildoer actually hurts the innocent!"

"Don't think that if you win the third young master, you can do whatever you want. If you have the ability to meet the Sa family!"

...

There was chaos, and when the smoke and dust disappeared, the figure of the thousand-year-old red disappeared.

Zhao Yang looked at the place where Wannianhong disappeared, and his eyes showed a contemplative look.

"So what if there are more treasures? In the end, you still speak with the sword in your hand?" An old voice sounded in Zhao Yang's ears, as if a warning to him.

Zhao Yang stood there, silent.

After a long time, the people around the square gradually dissipated, leaving only the lost Su Shangzhu standing there.

"Why don't you leave?"

Su Shangzhu suddenly spoke.

"I think you will be the winner in the end." Zhao Yang said loudly.

Su Shangzhu smiled on his face, his sword intent was emitting all over his body, and the surroundings were filled with light. Zhao Yang followed him into the sect, practiced sword techniques, killed demons all the way, and exchanged ideas with his fellow practitioners. His cultivation level continued to improve, and his sword cultivation level also reached an extremely high level.

Surprisingly, the sect that Su Shangzhu worshipped was the Zhongzhou Baizhan Jian Pavilion, one of the four major sword sects in the world.

Three thousand years later, Su Shangzhu, as the three sword kings of the Hundred Battles Sword Pavilion, fought with the guardian elder of the Daxue Mountain Sword Sect in the Northern Region for thousands of years.

In this battle, the only killing of heaven and earth changed color, and the demons on the northern coast bowed their heads.

In the end, the elder of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect had a better skill in his life and killed Su Shangzhu, a sword Pavilion, under the sword.

"Three thousand years ago, you were no match for me, but three thousand years later, the result was still the same." With a sword, the white-haired Wannian face turned back, turning into a young man with a messy hair, holding a long sword in his hand.

"Yes, you won."

Su Shangzhu's eyes were dim and his body fell into dust.

Dead?

Zhao Yang was completely stunned. How could this be possible? Su Shangzhu died, how could he still see his remnant soul?

I have followed this remnant soul for three thousand years and have seen him practice sword cultivation. In the end, he should be in the sword tomb!

"Boy, you've misunderstood. I'm the one who won in the end." Wannianhong turned into a white robe, with a fluttering look in her clothes. She looked at Zhao Yang with a calm eyes.

After saying that, his body slowly faded away, leaving only a large tomb.

In front of the tomb, a decaying wooden box is placed there.

Zhao Yang stepped forward and stretched out his hand to uncover the wooden box. He saw a rusty broken sword in it.

"You have thought about it, picking up this sword means that you will become the successor of my Daxue Mountain Dharma Protector and have the responsibility to protect Daxue Mountain."

The old voice sounded in Zhao Yang's ears, making him pause in holding the sword.

"If what I see is not true?" Zhao Yang suddenly spoke.

"What you see is not true, so what else do you believe?" the old voice asked jokingly.

"I believe in my heart, I believe in my sword." After saying that, Zhao Yang grabbed the hilt of the rotten sword.

"Buzz--"

The spirit light flashed on the rotten broken sword, turning into a blood-red long sword.

The spiritual power transmitted from this sword is so strong that it is solemn than the one in the sword box he carries.

Zhao Yang looked at the long sword in his hand, shook it gently, and turned around and said, "Senior Su, is this the reason why you claim to be here?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes were filled with light, until Su Shangzhu and Wannianhong had their first duel.

"Shang Zhu, you have missed the best opportunity to practice. If you want to have the opportunity to set foot in your life, unless you use the sword as your soul." A gray-haired old man took out a long sword and handed it to Su Shangzhu.

"Refining this sword, using it as one of your soul pillars, and using this sword to devour other people's blood and talents, and turning it into your strength, you have the chance to live forever."

Su Shangzhu took the long sword without hesitation, and his whole body gushed out of strength.

Since then, every time he duels with someone, he stabs others with a long sword, thus devouring his bloodline.

Among them, it includes Wannianhong.

And Wannianhong did eventually take away his long sword.

However, Wannianhong did not go to the Northern Region, and it was Su Shangzhu who became the guardian of the Great Snow Mountain in the Northern Region.

Relying on the bloodline and spiritual power he swallowed, Su Shangzhu was reborn and had a great strength all day long.

And his soul can be blessed by the power of Wannianhong who practiced in Zhongzhou, which is far superior to his peers.

Until three thousand years later, he was already the elder of the Daxue Mountain Dharma Protector, and Wannianhong was one of the three sword kings of Baizhan Jiange.

"In fact, whether it is talent or immortality, he is better than me. If it weren't for the Sword Lord's plan three thousand years ago, I would have died in the final duel." Wan Nianhong's appearance turned into Su Shangzhu, with a lonely expression on her face.

"After this battle, I'm swearing to myself." As he said that, Su Shangzhu looked at Zhao Yang: "He is like you, and only believes in his own sword."

Zhao Yang held a long sword in his hand and looked at Su Shangzhu with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!