The sword is broken.
A blood mist also burst out from Zhuo Jiunian's chest.
Ning Fan landed gracefully on the ground.
This sword is the ultimate form of the Wuchou Sword.
This was also the move that Jian Wuchou used when he first "met" Jian Wuchou.
On the other side, Zhuo Jiunian fell to the ground.
He looked at the sky, his eyes full of confusion.
Having immersed himself in swordsmanship all his life, he saw the difference in his understanding of swordsmanship from this one sword strike.
The people from Qinglai City around here could not understand the meaning of this sword.
But he understands.
The sword that Zhuo Jiunian just showed was the sword art that he had learned throughout his life.
The sword that he had cultivated with his lifelong swordsmanship was actually cut off by a single blow...
For Zhuo Jiunian, this was a denial of his entire life.
Even though Ning Fan's strength was higher than his, he knew that he would most likely lose, but he never expected to lose so miserably.
On the side, Liang Jianbai led the soldiers of Qinglai City and watched helplessly as the strong man they believed in was defeated in one move, and fear appeared in their eyes.
This is the strength of Bahuang.
They already had an intuitive understanding at this time.
At the same time, they had no intention of going forward to support Zhuo Jiunian.
I dare not.
Besides, it's meaningless.
Ning Fan obviously didn't use his full strength. For someone of this level, piling up human lives might drain his physical strength and energy, but it would definitely not kill him.
What's more, even if you want to pile...
Even the few thousand of them are not enough.
"How can you comprehend such an ultimate sword intent at this age..."
Zhuo Jiunian was still lying on the ground.
At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance he had before.
What Ning Fan cut off with this sword was not only his sword, but also his faith.
He didn't understand that sword skills needed to be accumulated over the years, and that only through repeated study and understanding of the way of the sword could one become more and more advanced.
It's not that there are no geniuses.
But even a genius needs time to grow.
Zhuo Jiunian was able to reach the seventh level, so isn't he considered a genius?
Although the Wuchou Sword is a top-level martial art, it does not mean that you can understand its true meaning just by learning it.
It's like a recipe.
The same recipe proportions, but because different people make it, the final taste is also different.
Ning Fan knew what Zhuo Jiunian was confused about.
But he didn't give any explanation to the other party.
Only he himself knew that the sword intent of this sword was not something he had figured out himself.
Or in other words, he had almost no understanding of the sword intent.
This is Jian Wuchou's way.
This is what Jian Wuchou realized after experiencing long and boring years in the world of sword.
Jian Wuchou is naturally a genius.
But just as Zhuo Jiunian thought, even for the most talented person, it would take years of practice to comprehend the meaning of sword.
And in this world, no one has invested more time than Jian Wuchou.
"Anything else you want to say?"
Ning Fan walked to Zhuo Jiunian's side.
Zhuo Jiunian looked at Ning Fan and suddenly smiled.
"If you are not as skilled as others, you have nothing to say."
At this time, Zhuo Jiunian's character was much stronger than before.
Perhaps it was because his pride was taken advantage of that he became free and easy.
However, Ning Fan also knew that it was almost impossible to use it for his own benefit.
Although he didn't know what kind of relationship Zhuo Jiunian had with Diancheng, the attitude revealed by the other party almost showed that it was impossible for him to surrender to the enemy.
Moreover, people who have comprehended the sword intent to such an extent are still purer than others who live for profit.
"I have a request."
Zhuo Jiunian finally looked at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan said nothing.
Even if the other party still has some character, he is still an enemy after all.
Ning Fan had no obligation to agree to anything.
"If you have the chance, go to Wujian Mountain."
Zhuo Jiunian didn't care whether Ning Fan agreed or not, and continued to speak: "The successor of Wuchou Sword has never climbed Wujian Mountain... It's a bit ironic."
Speaking of this, Zhuo Jiunian actually laughed happily.
"On Wujian Mountain, there is a Sword God, known for his unparalleled swordsmanship. His attainments in swordsmanship are unmatched."
"I don't know if you can defeat his sword."
No one knew whether Zhuo Jiunian's words were meant to provoke Ning Fan, hoping that the person on Wujian Mountain would dampen his enthusiasm.
However, Ning Fan was slightly stunned.
"What are the names of the people on the mountain?"
"Sword God."
Zhuo Jiunian repeated it patiently.
Ning Fan's eyes twitched involuntarily.
…
"yes……"
In the canyon.
After Yu Hai gave Song Changming his last words, he planned to give him another blow to completely end the life of this annoying guy.
But just when he was about to take action, he heard Song Changming speak lightly.
"You idiot, you really don't deserve to live."
Song Changming turned his head slightly.
Yu Hai could see his pale face.
Immediately, Yu Hai felt a chill covering his entire body.
Impossible!
Yu Hai could be sure that the knife he stabbed was aimed at Song Changming's back.
Even if Song Changming might not die immediately, but...
The tone was clearly filled with mockery and ridicule!
Before Yu Hai could figure out what was going on, he felt a chill in his abdomen.
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