"What does this mean, old man?"
Ning Fan was obviously surprised when he saw the long sword the old man showed.
Although he didn't know the other party's real purpose in coming to him, judging from the previous conversation and attitude, the other party was definitely not here to avenge Zhuo Jiunian.
But now the other party suddenly drew his sword...
Ning Fan probably guessed what the other party was really thinking.
Sure enough, the old man's answer gave him affirmation.
"Jiunian's strength is not weak."
The old man's voice and expression were calm, showing no sadness at the loss of his friend.
"You were able to kill him with your sword skills, which is also a kind of respect for him."
"So there is no hatred between you and me."
"I went to Qinglai City and got some information."
"Someone told me that before Jiu Nian was killed by you, he mentioned the Wuchou Sword."
The old man's aura changed the moment he said the three words "Wuchou Sword".
It's like an old sword that has lost all the rust.
The sharpness made Ning Fan feel as if he was being pricked by thousands of fine needles.
Moreover, although the old man standing in front of him did not make any movements or changes, Ning Fan felt that the person in front of him...
Not a single person.
But a sword.
"Young man, I also want to see what the legendary strongest swordsmanship, the Wuchou Sword... looks like."
Discuss.
This is why the old man came here to find Ning Fan.
The other party was able to send out the "invitation" in advance and did not show any hostility, but now he has drawn his sword. There can be no other explanation except this.
It was only after Ning Fan met Zhuo Jiunian that he realized how famous the Wuchou Sword was.
Thinking back to when Jian Wuchou mentioned his swordsmanship, he was always so proud that he was the best in the world. Now it seems that he is indeed qualified.
Jian Wuchou once said that he had never lost in swordsmanship.
In other words, Wuchou Sword...
Also undefeated!
"Although I don't understand why the long-lost Wuchou Sword was learned by the people of Xiacheng, and..."
The old man looked Ning Fan up and down: "Still so young."
Compared to the old man's age, or to those old sword fanatics on Wujian Mountain who have spent their entire lives studying swordsmanship, Ning Fan is definitely young.
At the beginning, Zhuo Jiunian also marveled at why Ning Fan could comprehend such pure sword intent at such a young age.
Therefore, at this time, the old man's curiosity about Ning Fan reached its peak.
However, Ning Fan really wasn't very interested in the old man's invitation.
First of all, Ning Fan doesn't have much obsession with swordsmanship.
To put it more bluntly, first of all, he is not interested in fighting.
Fighting is just a means for him to achieve his goal, not something he wants to pursue.
For him, strength is just a tool.
Therefore, Ning Fan really couldn't muster any energy for this meaningless competition.
Seeing that Ning Fan had no intention of drawing his sword, the old man was obviously a little dissatisfied.
"Why don't you draw your sword?"
The old man's voice was a little low.
Ning Fan smiled and said, "No reason."
The old man was slightly startled.
Then, he said calmly: "In Wujian Mountain, everyone regards me as the Sword God."
"If you can defeat me, this title will be yours."
However, Ning Fan did not feel the slightest bit excited or thrilled about this temptation that the old man thought was irresistible.
Ning Fan even smiled a little embarrassedly.
"This doesn't make any sense to me."
Sword God...
It’s not like I haven’t been one before.
If the old man was somewhat dissatisfied with Ning Fan's attitude just now, then now he was indeed angry.
He naturally didn't know that Ning Fan had already called himself the Sword God in the Blood Show.
Ning Fan's current reaction made him feel that it was full of disdain.
"As the heir of the Wuchou Sword, you dare not fight me?"
The old man scolded in a deep voice.
But Ning Fan chuckled: "Old man, provocation has no effect on me."
"Since you don't dare to accept the challenge, I will have no choice but to take your life, so that you won't tarnish the reputation of Wuchou Sword in the future."
After saying that, the old man raised his hand.
The moment he raised his hand, Ning Fan's eyes suddenly became brilliant.
The sword in the old man's hand seemed to move all the surrounding scenery.
It was as if everything before him was just a painting, and the old man's sword could cut through the painting...
The scenery began to become distorted, and Ning Fan felt that he had been affected.
An illusion also arose in his mind.
The moment the old man's sword falls, I might be cut in half along with the space I am in.
That’s not all.
Ning Fan could feel that he seemed to have been completely absorbed into the painting created by the old man. He was not a living person, but a touch of oil paint in the painting.
The old man is the one who wrote.
Ning Fan's every move was controlled by the "painter" played by the old man in front of him.
Just raising his hand reflected the old man's decades of immersion in swordsmanship.
This is no longer a simple area.
Ning Fan had sparred with Guan Shanyue before, and Guan Shanyue could definitely be said to be the strongest person in the manufacturing field in Xiacheng.
But Guan Shanyue's domain allows Ning Fan to find gaps or rules.
And the painting the old man made at this time...
But it is completely natural.
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