Fantasy: Quietly Draw A Sword 100,000 times, And You Will Be The Sword God When You Come Out In The

Chapter 16

Eastern Wasteland Kendo event!

The kendo event of the entire Eastern Wasteland!

Almost all large and small sword repair Sects will send people to participate, just for the Eastern Wasteland kendo event to become famous and soar!

Rumor has it that in this Eastern Wasteland kendo event, there will be masters of the Sword Saint level who will come to observe and accept disciples!

Juggernaut, Realm on the Golden Bridge!

The character standing on top of the entire Eastern Wasteland!

If selected by a Juggernaut, that person will have an unlimited future, and even the Sect behind him can ascend to heaven with him!

“Pity.”

Xu Tian shook his head.

His road is destined to be lonely, he can only walk in silence by himself.

Otherwise, he would also like to see this so-called Eastern Wasteland kendo event!

Of course, he doesn’t care about it.

He believes that even if he has come under the Sword Saint sect, he will definitely not be as fast as he is now in Cultivation Base Ascension!

During this time, his Cultivation Base has reached another level, reaching the Eighth Stage Realm of Shenhai!

What is the concept of Shenhai Eighth Stage?

Long River Sword Sect even some peak masters are nothing but Shenhai Eighth Stage Cultivation Base!

It can be said that, in the entire Changhe Sword Sect, except for the Sect Leader Zhuang Changhe of the Half-Step Jinqiao Realm Sect Leader, Xu Tian is almost one of the strongest!

And this, Xu Tian only took one year!

What is this concept?

Refining from the Third Stage to the Eighth Stage of Shenhai, fourteen Realms!

This speed is enough to surpass any arrogance of Eastern Wasteland since ancient times. If it spreads to the outside world, it will cause an uproar in an instant!

“Meow…..”

At this moment, a faint “meow” sound came.

Xu Tian raised his brows and looked at it.

I saw a small slap-sized milk cat lying in a pair of snow-covered weeds, weak in vitality.

At the position of her hind foot, she seemed to be injured, and red blood oozes out, staining the surrounding snow red.

“Where did the little milk cat come from.”

After Xu Tian approached, he smiled and said.

He just wanted to stretch out his hand to touch the situation of this little milk cat, when he saw that the whole hair of this little milk cat exploded, and he barked his teeth towards Xu Tian.

“The little guy is still horrible, don’t be so nervous, I’ll take a look at your situation.”

Xu Tian burst into laughter, and put his right hand on the back of the little milk cat, a warm current flowed down the body of the little milk cat.

This little milk cat was still a little nervous at first, but after feeling the warmth in Xu Tian’s palm, his expression could not help but gradually relax, and a humanized shame flashed in his bright eyes.

“Huh? What a cruel heart, the internal organs are all damaged, and the heart is almost cut off.”

Xu Tian frowned.

This little milk cat, I don’t know who made it, and was seriously injured.

If it weren’t for the late discovery, I’m afraid he would have to die here.

After thinking for a while, Xu Tian left a Spiritual Qi in this little milk cat, protecting its heart, and said:

“Little guy, whether you can survive or not depends on your good fortune.”

After speaking, Xu Tian took off the clothes on his body, covered the little milk cat, turned around and went to the side, preparing to draw the sword.

……

at the same time.

A hundred miles away from Jianzong of the Changhe River, inside a dense forest.

The three of them wore large black robes and hoods, only showing a pair of burly figures with scarlet eyes, staring at the ninth peak of Jianzong Changhe.

“Dage, I’m sure, Jianzong Sect Leader Zhuang Changhe, and several Elders in the sect, have led the team to the Eastern Wasteland Sword Festival!”

“Now in the entire Eastern Wasteland Sword Sect, only the third peak Elder and the fifth peak Elder of Shenhai Eighth Stage are left behind!”

The black-robed man standing on the left whispered.

“good!”

Standing in the middle, the tallest man in black robe nodded when he heard the words, and said to himself with a sneer:

“What a godsend opportunity! We waited for ten years and finally waited for this opportunity! Now Jianzong Sect Leader leads all the cutting-edge forces to leave, Zhao Ming, I see who can protect you this time!”

“The second brother and the third brother, act together tonight, we are bound to kill Zhao Ming and send him on the road!”

“Avenge the blood and hatred for our three ancestors of the Troll Sect!”

As soon as the words fell, the two men in black robes beside him were all lifted up and responded loudly:

“Yes!”

That night, the moon star was scarce.

The entire Changhe Jianzong was silent.

Three figures in black robes, like ghosts, climbed up the Long River Sword Sect and quietly touched the Ninth Peak.

……

Ninth Peak in the Great Hall.

Zhao Mingzheng and Zhao Wan’er, who were sitting in wheelchairs, were chatting.

Suddenly, Zhao Ming seemed to be aware of something, and he was slightly startled.

Immediately, he slowly said: “Wan’er, you go back to the room to rest first, and don’t come out no matter what sound you hear.”

“Huh?” Zhao Wan’er was taken aback, with doubts rising on her face.

“Be obedient!” Zhao Ming’s tone is rare.

at this time.

There was a long laugh.

“Hahaha, don’t even try to escape!”

“Old thief Zhao Ming, I’m waiting to send it to you!”

boom! !

The wooden door of the Great Hall was slammed into pieces by a palm.

Three figures in black robes stepped in! .