1692: C1692 Master Swordsman

C1692 Master Swordsman

After saying that, old rascal threw a glance at Chu Qingming and Pang Hu. It seemed like he wanted them to listen to the commotion in the inner courtyard. Once they realized that something was wrong, they would immediately rush over to help him.

After Pang Hu let out a low growl and agreed, Mo Nan followed after him. Under the lead of the Qih family servant who opened the door earlier, he gradually entered the inner area of the Qih family.

On the bluestone road, they would occasionally see some middle-aged men or old men passing by. These people had unfriendly expressions on their faces, but at the same time, they seemed to be sizing him up.

old rascal was unmoved. He held his head high and puffed his chest out. He walked straight to the end of the road.

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The Qih family was huge. In the middle of all the courtyards was a huge martial arena.

This kind of architectural style was very common in the Upper Realm. After all, the cultivation of martial arts was the foundation of these large families in the Upper Realm.

On one side of the huge Martial Arts Practice Field was Elder Hsu, followed by Qih Jiren, Qi Feng, and Qih Meimei. They stood around the tall platform.

When Mo Nan came over, he saw Elder Hsu on the high platform from afar.

Elder Hsu also saw him.

The servant left after that. Mo Nan slowly walked up to the platform. He heard Elder Hsu slowly open his eyes and said, "Have you thought it through?"

"Yes."

Mo Nan smiled.

Elder Hsu narrowed his eyes.

Before Elder Hsu could ask again, old rascal spoke frankly. "I've thought about it. Since I can't take responsibility, it's better not to delay Miss Qi."

He did not plan to stay in Lanhai City for a long time, nor did he plan to do so. It would be inappropriate to say that he would bring a burden along with him in the future. After all, Qih Meimei's strength was not bad. She was at least a Martial Sovereign, but old rascal was used to being a man. He had never thought of letting his woman take action.

Below the stage, Qih Meimei's expression stiffened.

Qih Jiren and Qi Feng's expressions changed slightly as well. They did not look too good.

"What a pity."

Elder Hsu did not hesitate or waste any time. He sighed and waved his hand. Then, he said coldly, "If that's the case, let me see if your Proud Son of Heaven has an undeserved reputation," he said coldly.

Mo Nan scratched his head in embarrassment. He really wanted to explain that he was not a Proud Son of Heaven. This reputation was purely imposed on him by some people who had eaten their fill.

But he did not wait for him to explain.

Elder Hsu's aura suddenly changed. That gentle old man seemed to have instantly changed into a different person. The sword intent on his body soared to the sky. It was as if he had turned into a long sword and was about to stab a hole in the sky.

Mo Nan's heart tightened.

It wasn't that he hadn't fought a Martial Saint before, but Elder Hsu was still young, but his body wasn't withered. Especially the experienced and experienced Martial Saint, he was indeed the first.

It seemed like there was no point in explaining. Today, he had no choice but to fight.

Mo Nan quickly pulled out the long blade behind him. Unlike Elder Hsu, he restrained his Qi and waited on the alert.

Elder Hsu's voice sounded faintly.

"Don't wait for the news to spread. Tell me. As an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I only know how to bully the younger generation."

"Three swords. As long as you can withstand three swords of mine, you will leave the Lanhai City immediately after today. I guarantee that no one will dare to stop you."

After saying that, he deliberately turned his head to look at Qih Jiren, who was standing on the high platform. It was as if he was telling the latter that if Mo Nan survived, he would not be able to do anything to him anymore.

This was originally good news.

However, old rascal did not feel happy at all. He was also a person with a temper. Usually, he would talk about it. If he didn't say anything, he would. However, in his heart, he had always felt that his ability wasn't bad.

For example, Wu Sen from the lower realm. It was not like he had never killed a Martial Saint like Wuma Nann from the higher realm.

As both of them were Martial Saint warriors, no matter how powerful the old man surnamed Xu was, how powerful could he be?

Immediately, he felt that he was being looked down upon. Mo Nan's competitive spirit was aroused. Very quickly, he started circulating all the Spiritual Forces in his body. Following that, a long dragon of Spiritual Forces circled around him, bringing him into the sky. At the same time, a vortex of Qih familys took shape in the sky above the Qih family. Its momentum was shocking.

This was the answer he gave to Elder Hsu.

There was no need for any nonsense. Let's do it!

Below the stage, Qih Jiren and Qi Feng's expressions changed and became solemn. Only Elder Hsu remained unmoved on the stage, as if he did not care about the disturbance caused by the young man above.

Like a bitter cultivator, Elder Hsu slowly took off his black robe and folded it carefully before placing it beside him. Immediately, his eyes seemed to have lost all emotion as he slowly raised his head.

Under the black robe, the old man's body... Behind him, on both sides of his waist, his arms and legs, almost all of his body was covered with swords.

As Elder Hsu raised his hand, the sword on his waist suddenly rose into the air and pointed at Mo Nan.

"I have a sword that can open a mountain."

He gently pointed at the sword.

Hearing the sound, the Qi brothers below the stage were all shocked. They did not expect Elder Hsu to use such a big move as soon as he made his move. Even Qih Meimei's expression became flustered.

They all knew that the Heavenly Sword Sect was a genuine first-rate sect in the Upper Realm. In addition to Elder Hsu's modesty, he would always say that there were many elders in the sect. He was just a nobody.

Was that really the truth?

It was just the old man being modest. Qih Meimei was the clearest in her heart because she accompanied her master to the Heavenly Sword Sect a few times and had seen it with her own eyes. The sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect was extremely respectful to her master.

Elder Hsu's realm might not even be ranked in the top five in the huge Heavenly Sword Sect, but in terms of attainments in sword arts, below the two old sect masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he was the number one in sword arts!

The moment the old man made his move, it was the sect protecting martial skill of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Was the old man really going to kill this kid?

old rascal wasn't sure about this, but he subconsciously thought of Lei Kehua and the others. That was why he felt that Elder Hsu, an elder of the sect, wasn't scary at all. He didn't know that the Thunder Spirit Sect and the other sects were considered second-rate powers in the Upper Realm. They weren't even considered second-rate powers now.

The Heavenly Sword Sect had stood tall for nearly a thousand years and had never left the Upper Realm's first-rate powers.

Moreover, he did not have the mood to think too much about it now.

"F * ck me!"

Seeing the long sword not far away attacking him as soon as Elder Hsu finished speaking, the long sword didn't seem to have any aura around its body. It was just like an arrow that had left the bow, and its speed was a little faster.

Mo Nan, on the other hand, faced the long sword and subconsciously cursed.

Because in his eyes, the ancient sword seemed to be slowly growing bigger and longer. In the end, it seemed to be a few hundred meters high in the sky.

He felt as if he was stretching his neck and waiting for his head to be chopped off.

He couldn't block this sword!

old rascal subconsciously had a feeling, and he was sure that this was not an illusion. This was the first time in his life that he had felt powerless when he had just fought someone.

Mo Nan was frightened, but he was also provoked by this provocation.1

He could not retreat. He took this step back. In the future, there would be no more progress in his cultivation.

His mind was constantly stimulated. Suddenly, looking at the long sword in front of him, old rascal's expression became indifferent. His eyes gradually became empty. Coincidentally, he had unexpectedly stepped into the state of enlightenment.

The sword was a prince's weapon. However, that was because the style of the sword had gradually changed. What Elder Hsu was using now was a proper ancient sword. It was heavy, sharp, and could make anyone who looked at it feel scared.

The saber was the ruler of weapons. It was extremely masculine and firm. It did not require any airs, as long as it carried an indomitable aura.

The two of them were similar in some ways.

old rascal recalled the way the middle-aged man looked when he wielded the saber. For a moment, he understood again.

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