Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Let me show you my sword intent!"

Zhuo Bufan flicked his finger, and a ray of golden sword light came in an instant like a dream.

Shi Zhongjun's eyes widened, and that wisp of sword light appeared in front of him in an instant, and the surrounding scenes were annihilated like bubbles. His whole person seemed to be trapped in an endless vortex of time and space, and even his soul sank with it, and he could never wake up.

"Disciple" a weak voice suddenly entered Shi Zhongjun's mind, causing him to wake up suddenly.

At that moment, he seemed to have fallen into chaos in time and space. If it hadn't been for that soft cry, he might not be able to wake up now.

When Shi Zhongjun woke up, the chaotic time and space around him returned to its original state again, and everyone else looked at him quietly. To him, that moment seemed like hundreds of years had passed.

Next to him, a tall and thin old man with a green shirt and wide sleeves appeared there. His hair was tied up in a high bun with a simple wooden hairpin. His temperament was ethereal, just like a mortal.

There are no mortals who may appear here.

"Master!"

Shi Zhongjun was overjoyed and even bowed and raised his hands in salute, showing great respect.

This tall and thin old man in blue shirt is actually a Heavenly Lord, and one of the ten Heavenly Lords of the inheritance places. He is good at swordsmanship and is known as the Nine Tribulations of Swordsmanship. He has thousands of true solutions to swordsmanship and is called the Ninety Thousand Swordsman. '.

The first heavenly king has appeared! "senior!"

Long Mu and Huo Fuchen were no longer calm, and even stepped forward and bowed to each other.

"Oh, little girl from the Long family, the last time I saw you, you had just stepped into the realm of calamity. I didn't expect that you have already practiced to this extent. Your Long family's true dragon control skill must have been practiced to the point of perfection. .”

The Ninety Thousand Sword Master nodded slightly, but he didn't even look at Huo Fuchen.

A Tianjun is the top figure in the entire Qi world. The Long family has some friendship with him, so he is willing to say a few more words to Long Mu. As for Huo Fuchen, the legitimate son of the Huo family, he has no qualifications to attract his attention.

Faced with the indifference of the Ninety Thousand Sword Master, Huo Fuchen did not dare to feel the slightest displeasure in his heart. After all, the other party was a Heavenly Lord.

The others were also completely excited, and they all turned their gazes to Zhuo Bufan, who was not far away. He still had a calm face. Now there was something good to see. Unexpectedly, this Blood Crystal Conference alarmed a Heavenly Lord.

"My little friend, I wonder which lineage you are from?"

The Ninety Thousand Sword Master ignored Long Mu and others, and his eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan.

When Zhuo Bufan saw the other party appearing, his expression remained calm, and there was even a hint of expectation, "I am not the inheritor of your Xueyuanjie sect, I come from outside."

"An outsider actually dares to kill Sun Huan. Aren't you afraid that Purple Saint Heavenly Lord will seek revenge on you and take out your soul and put it in the cold fire of ten thousand poisons to burn for a hundred years?"

Ninety Thousand Sword Saint narrowed his eyes and asked, a hint of cold sword intent flashing through his eyes.

"If you want to seek revenge from me, I'll be with you anytime."

Zhuo Bufan smiled lightly.

"How brave. I didn't expect that you would be so successful in the way of swordsmanship. You could make my disciple fall into the time and space of your sword intention. I wonder how many swords you can take from me?"

The Nine Thousand Sword Saint's eyes burst out with coldness.

In an instant, Qi Yuan turned into a sharp cloud-hanging sword above the sky. It was about ten feet wide and more than thirty feet long. The sword energy cut through the heaven and earth, making all the practitioners on the Immortal Platform feel chill seeping out of their souls. avoid.

"The first sword intention 'Front'."

The Nine Thousand Sword Master drank lightly, and the sword energy was like a tornado, and the space was shattered. However, when it fell more than ten feet above Zhuo Bufan's head, it was suddenly blocked. The sword light was seen moving like weaving cloth, forming a spherical sword formation. , shrouding him in it.

In the ball sword formation, Zhuo Bufan put his hands behind his back, his expression was cold, and he just shook his head, "Too weak!"

"The second sword intention is 'Dun'."

The sharp sword energy suddenly became extremely thick, and a wisp of sword energy seemed to be like an infinite mountain peak, pressing down on the top of the head.

The sword array ball was only slightly dented, and as the sword light shone on the mountainside, it blocked the sword's intention.

"No, weak, weak, too weak."

Zhuo Bufan frowned and sighed in disappointment.

At this moment, even the originally aloof and arrogant Ninety Thousand Sword Master's expression suddenly changed, revealing a trace of anger and coldness, and he murmured the words 'Broken, Jie, Cleansing, Tai, Zhen,, Yi'. This was what he had comprehended. The true interpretation of the nine great swordsmanship.

Each true interpretation represents a kind of ultimate swordsmanship. In a rage, the Ninety Thousand Sword Master actually shouted out nine true interpretations of the sword. The momentum shook the world. If it weren't for this place being a restricted area, and the formations set up by the bitter camps of the Ten Holy Lands for many years. The law may have collapsed long ago.

The expressions of other practitioners all changed. Anyone could feel the thrilling sword intent. Even if it hit him, his soul would be shattered.

The sky and the earth change color, and time and space are messy.

Huo Xiaoyu's heart clenched and she bit her lower lip hard. She was too weak. Facing such a powerful sword energy, Huo Fuchen needed to use his magic power to protect her. When she glanced at her eyes, she saw a huge Under the sword's will, the figure in black looked small and thin, but his back was as straight as a sword, facing the sky.

Boom! The nine true catastrophes of the sword intent destroyed the heaven and the earth, and the vast smoke-like magic power condensed into a sword.

The ball formation was dented and could be destroyed at any time, but it was just a little short of it. The sword formation showed resilience beyond everyone's expectations.

"Although your Qi Yuan is stronger than mine, unfortunately, in terms of sword intent, you are just a naughty boy!"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, and these words almost made the Ninety Thousand Sword Master vomit blood.

The faces of the others were even more shocked. Zhuo Bufan actually despised a heavenly king and said that his sword power was like that of a naughty boy?

"Tianjun is so weak. He is still a strong person in the Nine Tribulation Realm anyway. He has something to do with this world. It is too easy to become a strong person in the Tribulation Realm. Naturally, his strength is not as good as that of Peacock Daming King and others."

Zhuo Bufan sighed in his heart.

Groan! "Ninety thousand, you can't actually deal with a bastard in the Fourth Tribulation Realm!"

A domineering bird call shocked everyone's soul, and then came an extremely cold voice. Everyone raised their heads, and the Earth Martian Ape recognized the other person at a glance, "It's the Purple Saint Heavenly Lord!"

Purple Saint Heavenly Lord has purple auspicious energy hanging from his body, stepping on a giant phoenix-tailed bird. The aura around his body is thirty thousand miles, and he is extremely domineering.

"Two heavenly kings!"

"This guy is dead. Sun Huan is the direct descendant of Purple Saint Heavenly Lord!"

"I didn't expect that two Heavenly Lords would appear at this Blood Crystal Conference. It has never been so lively since ancient times."

Long Mu and Huo Fuchen looked ashen. Zhuo Bufan was extremely talented in swordsmanship and could withstand 90,000 sword masters. But now there is another Heavenly Lord. If the two Heavenly Lords attack together, Zhuo Bufan will definitely die.

The Qi Yuan of the Purple Saint Heavenly Lord surged, and a figure several feet tall, wearing a purple python robe and a crown, appeared behind him, as if he had stepped out of ancient times. The crowd was so overwhelmed that they could not breathe, "You are the one who killed my direct disciple. Then use your life to atone for your sins!"