Mu Hanyan looked at the person who came, but her pupils suddenly shrank. It was him!
As one of the five blessed priests of the temple, he had been famous in the Continent of Gods for many years. In the eyes of many people, he was even a legendary master. However, after coming to the Continent of the Holy Court, not only was his strength suppressed, but he did not even dare to reveal his strength as a ninth-level swordsman, for fear of arousing the vigilance of the Holy Court and being ruthlessly killed. It was really difficult for him to take a step forward.
Today I finally found an opportunity to show my power, how could I let it go easily just because of a word from the other party.
Although the opponent's age and strength surprised him greatly, he was also absolutely confident in himself. After all, his true strength was that of a sword master, and he had rich practical experience, which was by no means comparable to a young man in his early twenties.
Anyway, Yan Yuchu was in his hands, so he was not worried about Mu Hanyan and others escaping. He twisted his wrist and stabbed the long sword at the young man opposite.
"Be careful!" Mu Hanyan and others exclaimed in unison.
This sword, seemingly lacking in momentum, was as stunning as a soaring wild goose, a work of exceptional skill, and contained countless variations. Even Zirong's enchanting eyes couldn't tell for a moment where the sword was aimed.
A proud look appeared on Gu Huangji's face. This sword was his famous sword skill - the sword without a trace. Back then, it was with this sword that he defeated many competitors and became one of the five blessed priests.
Apart from the Lord of the Temple who is as high and transcendent as a god, and several other blessed priests, there are probably few people in the entire Continent of Gods who can dissolve his ingenious sword.
The phantom-like sword light appeared in front of the man in the blink of an eye, as if it was piercing his heart meridian, or as if it was piercing his qi sea. Under this sword, he seemed to be full of flaws.
Gu Huangji smiled faintly. This was the exquisiteness of the sword's traceless path. The sword held countless mysteries, ever-changing, yet the sword's intent was driven by the heart. At this moment, even he himself didn't know where the sword would strike, but with a single thought, he could become one with the sword, his arm like a finger. If he were facing this sword, he would definitely not be able to find a way to break it.
What slightly surprised Gu Huangji was that, facing his life's unique skill, the young man opposite him remained expressionless, his hand still gripping the hilt of the sword, not even making the movement to draw the sword. Could it be that he was frightened silly? But there didn't seem to be any panic in his eyes.
When the sword was drawn, it was like an arrow on a string that had to be shot. Gu Huangji didn't think much about it. With a thought, the sword stabbed towards the opponent's heart.
In an instant, the sword moved freely, man and sword became one, his whole body seemed to merge into the sword, turning into a stream of light.
A murderous sneer flashed in his eyes. As one of the five divinely blessed priests, he would never show the slightest bit of mercy. In the past, countless once-famous geniuses had perished like meteors at the hands of his sword, and today would be no exception.
The cold tip of the sword, carrying a strong sense of death, passed by like lightning, getting closer and closer to the opponent's heart, and the cold smile in Gu Huangji's eyes became more and more intense.
But suddenly, his sneer froze in his eyes. The opponent finally drew his sword. That strike was so simple, so direct, yet so accurate, without a single millimeter's difference.
"Clang!" With a light sound, Gu Huangji was pushed back a few steps again.
"Impossible, impossible." Looking at the long sword in the other party's hand that seemed to be swung casually, Gu Huangji's face was full of disbelief.
Even the other blessed priests could never have so easily dispelled his sword's traceless power. How did the young man before him do it? Who was he?
"Let's go. I have no intention of making an enemy of you." The young man still did not answer his question and said softly.
"Who are you? Are you also from the Temple?" Gu Huangji put aside his previous contempt and asked suspiciously. Unless they knew his Heavenly Dao Wuhen very well, even the Twelve Saints of the Holy Court would not be able to so easily neutralize his fatal sword attack. Then, there was only one possibility: the other party was also from the Temple!
"Fen Qianji!" The young man was silent for a moment, then said proudly.
Yes, the one who rescued Mu Hanyan and others at the critical moment was none other than Fen Qianji.
"It's you! It turns out that you are Fen Qianji!" Gu Huangji was surprised at first, and then he said with gritted teeth, looking as if he wanted to tear Fen Qianji into pieces.
Mu Hanyan was a little puzzled before. As they were both members of the temple, and Fen Qianji was one of the twelve priests of divine language with an extraordinary status, if he wanted to stop Gu Huangji, he could just reveal his identity directly. Why did he keep hiding it? Only when she saw the hatred on Gu Huangji's face did she vaguely understand that there was some entanglement between the two of them. It would have been fine if Fen Qianji had not revealed his identity, but once he did, it would have caused more trouble.
"I heard that my only disciple died in your hands?" Gu Huangji stared at Fen Qianji fiercely and asked.
"That's right." Fen Qianji did not deny or explain.
"Good, good, very good!" Gu Huangji said several good words, but the flames of hatred burned in his eyes.
Eighteen years ago, he was ordered to infiltrate the Holy Court to hunt down another blessed priest, Hua Guanyu, and his descendants. He also slew the descendants of the God's Guardian, thus purging the temple of future trouble. However, his only disciple remained in the temple. Just five years ago, he received news that his only disciple had been killed by a junior named Fen Qianji. Fury and resentment nearly drove him insane. Unfortunately, he failed to find Hua Guanyu's descendants, and he couldn't return to the temple without permission, so he suppressed his hatred deep within his heart.
Unexpectedly, Fen Qianji actually came to my door today!
"Fen Qianji, if I'm not mistaken, you killed my useless disciple, and now you should have become a priest of divine language, right?" Gu Huangji suddenly changed the subject and asked.
"That's right." Fen Qianji still did not deny it.
"As a priest of the divine language, you should know your responsibilities. The people in front of you are all descendants of the gods' guardians. Once they are allowed to succeed in their cultivation, they will become great enemies of my temple. You should have done your best to kill them one by one, but not only did you not do it, you also stopped me from taking action. What's the reason?" Gu Huangji asked with a sneer, but his tone became more and more severe.
"They are my friends." Fen Qianji said with a calm expression.
"Friends? Hahahaha, a dignified priest of divine language has actually become friends with the guardian of the Holy Court. Fen Qianji, do you also want to learn from Hua Guanyu and rebel against the temple and become the enemy of the entire continent of gods?" Gu Huangji sneered sarcastically.
Mu Hanyan frowned slightly. From the tone of his voice, it seemed that Fen Qianji's identity as the Divine Language Priest was not enough to suppress Gu Huangji. This was probably one of the reasons why he was unwilling to reveal his identity before.
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