The towering mountain was covered with snow, and there was mist below. The lead-gray rocks were arranged in a row, piercing the sky, extremely sharp and looking extremely steep.
Chen Kuang originally wanted to fly directly to the top of the mountain, but halfway through the flight, he felt a powerful sword intent pressing down from the top of the mountain!
Dao domain!
The pure realm of Tao called "Sword"!
When you get closer, you can see that the ridge of Xushi Mountain is full of broken swords!
Chen Kuang could feel the killing sword in his mind trembling with excitement. Not only was he not afraid at all, he even felt a little impatient...
In this realm, the Killing Sword was not suppressed at all, but felt as close to it as a fish in water.
If Chen Kuang relied on his current cultivation level, he would be pressed to the ground halfway through the flight and would have no choice but to walk over.
But now, he felt that there would be no problem even if he flew up directly.
However, after all, this is the place where the Sword Saint passed away, and Chen Kuang felt that he should still give this old senior enough respect.
Therefore, Chen Kuang landed halfway and walked to the top of the mountain step by step.
Being in this realm, Chen Kuang could feel that his understanding of swordsmanship and sword intent was skyrocketing, as if he had been enlightened.
When he reached the top of the mountain, Chen Kuang felt that he had completely mastered the Zhankong Sword.
If he slashed towards the sky at this moment, he was confident that he could replicate that sword move.
Chen Kuang came back to his senses, but was suddenly stunned.
Because on the top of the mountain, there was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged. His whole body was covered with snow like a snowman, but he was breathing through his nose, and the hot air he exhaled turned into white mist. It was obvious that he was still alive.
Chen Kuang was shocked, and then suddenly remembered something.
Two thousand or three hundred years ago...it seems like the Sword Master hadn't passed away yet?!
While he was stunned, the middle-aged man opposite him suddenly opened his eyes, shook off the snow on his body, revealing a coarse linen robe and a sword across his knees.
The clothes he wore were extremely plain, but the sword on his knee could not conceal its stunning brilliance.
Famous sword, Tai'a.
This middle-aged man is none other than the Sword Master!
Chen Kuang felt the other person's gaze, so he had to bite the bullet awkwardly and bowed his hands, saying:
"Excuse me, young man. I have long heard of the Sword Saint's name and have come here to seek your advice."
The Sword Saint took a look at him and the first words he said shocked Chen Kuang:
"You're practicing... the grass-cutting song?"
(End of this chapter)
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