Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Chapter 7: One Sword

"Arrogant." Jian Wuhen's face turned cold, and the cyan giant behind him swung a huge long sword and chopped it down.

Mu Zihan moved lightly and waved his long sword: "Broken sword style." The sword light condensed, like a thin light, flashing past.

After the sword light passed, Mu Zihan put away the long sword, put it on his back again, and turned to leave.

After Jian Wuhen, the cyan giants behind him all froze in place, motionless.

The people around were also stunned.

"What's the situation, has this started? Or is it over?"

"Yeah, why did you leave?"

When everyone couldn't figure it out, the cyan giant behind Jian Wuhen moved lightly, split into two, and then disappeared without a trace.

In front of Jian Wuhen's chest, a sword mark was drawn from the right shoulder to the left abdomen, blood slowly seeping out, dyeing the clothes red, looking shocking.

Everyone was shocked.

"Holy Son of Qingcheng, is this a loss?"

"Just one sword and you lose?"

"Who are you, this young man, to defeat the Holy Son of Qingcheng with one sword?"

"It's unbelievable, a young man with mid-level qualifications defeated the Qingcheng Son of Heavenly Star with one sword."

"At such an age, he actually touched the swordsmanship."

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Jian Wuhen had an unbelievable look on his face, then his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Before the cracking sword sect mountain gate, a young man in green clothes, calling himself Mu Zihan, carried a long sword, and defeated the Qingcheng Holy Son with one sword without a trace. This news spread like wings, and quickly spread to all the holy places in the Eastern Region of the Profound Sky Continent.

Everyone knew nothing about Mu Zihan's origin, and the only thing that kept everyone discussing was the amazing sword.

Half a month later, in front of the Heavenly Star Holy Land, a youth in green clothes, carrying a long sword, walked up to him. "Mu Zihan, ask about the sword."

In front of the Tianxing Holy Land gate, the guarded disciples looked at each other. "You are the one who defeated the Holy Son of Qingcheng with one sword, Mu Zihan?"

Mu Zihan nodded.

After a while, a large group of people swarmed out of the Heavenly Star Holy Land.

An old man stepped forward, "Which disciple are you, dare to come to my Heavenly Star Holy Land to ask about the sword?"

Mu Zihan shook his head, "No schools, no schools, only one master."

The old man's eyes flashed and he asked, "Who is your master?"

Mu Zihan shook his head again: "Master lives in seclusion and has no name."

"Hmph, just a kid in the mountains, just think of my holy land to ask the sword, you are not qualified, leave." The old man said with awe-inspiring righteousness, and he opened his mouth to expel Mu Zihan.

At this time, a stream of light flew from the Heavenly Star Holy Land and turned into a young disciple, dressed in white fluttering, holding a scroll of scriptures.

"Zi Shu, why did you come out? Go back." The old man said with a tight expression when he saw the young man.

Ling Zishu, the Son of Heavenly Star Holy Land.

Ling Zishu shook his head: "Elder, someone came to ask me about the sword, how could I not show up."

The old man's face turned cold, "A boy in the mountains, I don't have the right to ask you about the sword, go back."

Ling Zishu sighed, "Elder, are you afraid that I will lose, or do you think I will lose?"

The old man was silent. He was afraid that it was not only him, but all the elders of the Heavenly Star Holy Land who felt that they could defeat Jian Wuhen with one sword, and it was probably no problem to defeat Ling Zishu.

However, how could the Holy Son of Heavenly Star Holy Land be easily defeated by a boy of unknown origin.

How could the Holy Son of the Heavenly Star Holy Land be a stepping stone for others to become famous, so the old man hurriedly went to dry Mu Zihan in order to prevent him from defeating Ling Zishu.

Ling Zishu sighed, turned and bowed to Mu Zihan, "Ling Zishu, take the sword."

Ling Zishu's spiritual power circulated, the scriptures in his hand quickly turned pages, and countless scriptures flew out, turning into chains, constantly entangling around his body.

At this moment, countless elders all flew out of Tianxing Holy Land, and the head of Tianxing was among them.

"This is the chain of order in the holy law of Tianxing. Ling Zishu actually realized the chain of order." The head of Tianxing was overjoyed, and praised repeatedly: "Okay, good, this battle can be won."

"The Heavenly Star Holy Law is the strongest fighting method in my Heavenly Star Holy Land. I didn't expect that Zishu would be able to comprehend it at such a young age with a mere Foundation Establishment. Compared to the Holy Son of Qingcheng, our Zishu is much stronger."

"Hey, who is worried that Zishu is going to lose?"

"Hahaha, now I'm relieved."

Ling Zishu was surrounded by countless scriptures and chains, and said to Mu Zihan, "Please."

Mu Zihan nodded, slowly drew his sword, the blade was unsheathed, and instantly Mu Zihan was full of sword energy, and above the long sword, the rhythm of Dao flowed.

Mu Zihan, who was originally ordinary, even a little dull, held a long sword, as if he had changed into a person, and he was sharp and aggressive, domineering.

"Broken sword style." Mu Zihan snorted softly, swung his long sword, countless sword shadows overlapped, sword light layered on top of each other, and a sword slashed across Ling Zishu.

Countless scripture chains and sword lights are handed over, making a sound of gold and iron, and sparks are everywhere.

Mu Zihan nodded, and his body moved, leaving behind afterimages, and the long sword was cut down, "Breaking Qi".

He stabbed with a sword, and was blocked by layers of chains, as if entering a no-man's land, he appeared in front of Ling Zishu in an instant, the long sword was pointed at the tip of Ling Zishu's throat, and if it entered half an inch, Ling Zishu would die.

Ling Zishu didn't dare to move, his spiritual power was restrained, the scripture chains disappeared, and he said helplessly: "I lost."

There was silence all around, and those who had originally concluded that Ling Zishu could win this battle were all speechless.

"This, lose?"

"You lose with two swords?"

"Didn't the Sect Master say that he realized the chain of order, can he win?"

"One sword to defeat the Qingcheng Holy Child, and two swords to defeat the Tianxing Holy Child. Who is this kid?"

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Mu Zihan retracted his sword, put it on his back again, and turned to leave.

The head of Tianxing looked gloomy, and several elders around him instantly surrounded him.

"Boy, do you want to leave now?" an elder said with a grim expression.

Mu Zihan sighed, "Sure enough, it's the same as what Sister Luo said."

Mu Zihan stretched out his hand and took out a token and held it up so that the people around him could see it clearly.

I saw that the token was bronze, and there was no complicated pattern, only a simple [Luo] character.

"Luo Ziling. Are you Luo Nanyi's apprentice?" An elder was instantly shocked.

Mu Zihan shook his head and said, "Sister Luo is just my master's maid."

In Mu Zihan's eyes, Luo Nanyi, who eats and drinks in Xiaowuguan all day, can only be Lin Mubai's maid. *