Sword Stirs the World/C16 Azure-bagged Sword God
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C16 Azure-bagged Sword God

For the next four hours, Shen Jian felt as if he had gone insane. He used all the pebbles, branches, weeds and whatever hard and soft things he could find on the riverbank to test out his sword.

Only when he had used up the last bit of his strength and felt his entire body go numb, did he finally stop. He lay on the riverbank and panted heavily, but that irrepressible smile of excitement had extended from the corner of his mouth all the way to his eyebrows.

From today onwards, Shen Jianxin would no longer be a useless trash without the strength to tie up a chicken!

Although he did not know how powerful his arm sword was and what level of martial arts it was, he was very clear on the fact that he had already mysteriously accomplished what the ancients meant by 'arm control, arm control' and 'Dao of the sword'.

To form a sword with one's arm, as if directed by an arm. As long as Shen Jianxin focused his mind, he would close all five of his fingers together and the palm of his hand would become a sword, the edges of his palm would become extremely sharp, regardless of whether it was a pebble, a tree stump as thick as a bowl, or even soft grass, all of them would be sliced into two in front of the sword in his arm, without any obstruction.

In other words, his arm was equivalent to a hidden masterwork weapon. Although he had not tried using a tougher weapon or a stronger weapon, Shen Jianxin was clear that this move of his was much sharper than any armor piercing technique.

It was clearly a physical body, yet under the concentrated sword intent, it turned into an incomparably sharp godly weapon. That piece of broken metal that created him was truly a great treasure!

Shen Jianxin was like a child who had gotten his hands on a beloved toy. He was extremely excited and extremely grateful to the person who gave him this change in fate metal piece.

In his opinion, it was only natural for that gonggong's kung fu to be unparalleled, and the treasures he casually gifted out to him to be so powerful. However, he did not know that if Gao Lianxi herself were to know that the broken sword fragment had undergone such a miraculous change after meeting this youth, she would probably be extremely surprised.

Because the origin of the broken sword fragment was not ordinary, it came from the same origin as the "True Illusionary Scripture", and was an item taken from a treasure trove of ten thousand years.

However, no one could figure out its true use even if it was a Life Seizing Supreme Elder, Gao Lianxiang, regardless of how many times the sword fragment changed hands.

From his point of view, this was just a piece of weapon fragment that contained sword intent. For ordinary people, it might have the effect of expelling evil from evil, but for an expert at his level, it was practically useless.

When he gave it to Shen Jianxin, it was just a whim. If it really was a precious treasure, then he didn't dare to rashly give it to this village youth to avoid suffering from his treasures. How would he have thought that there would be such a miraculous change?

As Shen Jianxin was thinking about the usage of the arm sword, he heard his cousin's voice calling out to him.

"Big brother Jianxin, time to eat!" Feng Xin'er's clear voice came from the wind.

"He's coming!" The youth's reply was very clear. It was clear from the previous dejection that he was filled with confidence towards the future.

The two of them returned to the Shen family. Before they even entered the house, they could hear the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind and the sound of fists hitting the air.

Pushing the door open and taking a look, it turned out to be someone practicing martial arts in the yard.

It was an unfamiliar figure, taller than Shen Jianxin by half a head. It had a tiger's back and wolf's waist, and was wearing a blue warrior uniform. Be it in style or material, it was much brighter than Shen Jianxin's clothes.

"Good!" As expected, a young hero had appeared! You are truly worthy of being called the direct disciple of Yan Chengfeng, the great hero of Liaodong. Even your martial arts cultivation is the best of the best! " Shen Yi Feng's hearty laughter came from the front of the hall.

Standing beside Shen Yi Feng was a purplish-red bearded man. He was tall and sturdy with a strong and dignified demeanor. With just one glance, one could tell that he was the eye of the crowd, a hero of the martial arts world.

"This kid's martial arts are average, after spending two years of training, and just now from armor breaking to bone refining, his realm is unstable, but his martial arts can only be considered to be so-so." "How can it compare to the glory of Brother Shen back then in the martial arts world." The bearded man clasped his hands and chuckled.

As the two spoke, the youth who was practicing martial arts heard the commotion outside the gate. He turned his head to take a look, and his eyes were immediately filled with amazement.

Shen Jianxin was extremely familiar with this gaze. In all of the four towns and eight villages, there were countless men who were like this when they first saw Cousin Xin'er.

However, the young man hid his loss of composure well and looked straight at Shen Jianxin.

"Eh? Your son is back? Let us witness your elegance! Come, come, come! Little fellow, quickly come up and let me take a look. " The bearded man laughed and waved his hand.

Shen Jianxin did not recognize this person. Smiling faintly, she pulled her cousin's hand and calmly walked across the yard to the front of the hall.

"Dad, this uncle is?" Shen Jianxin asked politely.

Shen Yifeng nodded and said, "He is Yan Chengfeng, the great hero of Liaodong. He is father's good brother from back then. Quickly, call him Uncle Yan."

"Hello, Uncle Yan!" Shen Jianxin said obediently.

"Uncle Yan!" Feng Xin'er, who was at the side, also bowed and retreated to Shen Jianxin's side.

Yan Chengfeng sized up Shen Jianxin with a surprised expression and casually asked, "Brother Yifeng, why haven't you practiced martial arts? That shouldn't be the case! "

Shen Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "My son, Jianxin, has been frail since childhood and is not a martial arts training material. I just hope he can learn a few medical skills and live a peaceful life in the country. "

"You're wrong!" The world is not at peace these days. Our Ming Dynasty is troubled internally and externally, and the situation is precarious. A good man should learn martial arts in order to build his career and protect his home in troubled times. Brother Yifeng, even if you want to go into seclusion in the martial arts world, you must think about the future of your child! " Yan Chengfeng replied confidently.

Shen Yi Feng shook his head, not willing to explain any further. He casually smiled and said, "This child of mine is mischievous. Let him be!"

Yan Chengfeng's eyes widened as he scrutinized Shen Jianxin from head to toe, sighing with regret, "Sigh!" Back in the day, you, the youth of the Blue Sack Divine Sword, Shen Yifeng, became famous and your fame shook both the north and the south. What an extraordinary hero you are. But now, he was holed up in such a crappy place, not even teaching his own son how to practice martial arts. "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Hearing Uncle Yan praise his father so highly, Shen Jianxin was secretly surprised. He never thought that his father would have such a warm and gentle temperament. In the past, he even managed to get such a big reputation in the martial arts world.

"That's all in the past now. I'm living quite comfortably now. Forget it, don't talk about the old days in front of the children. "Big Brother Yan, you didn't come here just to talk to me about family matters, did you?" Shen Yifeng asked indifferently.

Yan Chengfeng laughed and nodded, "That's right!" I came to you this time for two things. One of them is to ask you to come out of the mountain. I will fight together with you. As for the second thing, you'll understand as soon as you see it. "

Finishing his words, Yan Chengfeng casually tore open his chest, revealing a large portion of his hairy chest.

On his chest, there was a frightening wound.

The wound was nearly two feet long, and was so deep that his bones could be seen. It almost split his chest in half, and even though the wound was forcefully sewn together with intestinal threads, it was already crystal clear and rotten inside, faintly revealing a rotten smell.

"Brother Shen, from what you see, can I still be saved from this injury?" Yan Chengfeng laughed out loud, completely ignoring the fact that he was being treated like a part of himself.

Seeing this, Shen Yi Feng turned pale with fright. He asked in a deep voice, "Who was it that injured you to this extent?"

With his medical skills, he could naturally tell that this kind of wound was beyond what a normal person could bear. If it weren't for Yan Chengfeng's excellent martial arts and his strong vitality, he would have died long ago.

Furthermore, this injury had dragged on for too long, it was obvious that it had worsened. Even if someone was able to do something good and barely manage to recover, Yan Chengfeng's lifespan had already been damaged to an unbearable limit, he would not live past two years.

"It's Wei Zhongxian under the Northern Blade Madman Demon Qi Nan Zheng! However, that evil thief was hit by my Rushing Thunder Hand and had his spine broken. He died a few days ago! "

Yan Chengfeng was truly worthy of being called a hero of Liaodong. When he talked about the battle, he was beaming with joy. He was not the least bit worried about his own life and death; truly, he was a heroic figure.

"Ten days ago, we joined forces with the experts of both the north and south of the Great River and a group of green elites to form a rapist alliance to kill Wei Zhongxian in front of the Sunset Gorge. Hehe! "That battle was very intense. Drunken hero Li Lanqing, Daoist Wu Dang, Hall of Wind Hu Da, and Mo Saber Hall's Tang Chong, all of our good friends died in this battle."

"It's one thing for the four leaders of Dongchang to protect Wei Zhongxian, but the demon from the Holy Lotus Cult is the most hated. They rebelled and caused the death of a large group of our brothers. I, Yan Chengfeng, swear that I will not take revenge for this!"

As Yan Chengfeng spoke, his eyes widened in anger, and his hair stood on end as he clenched his fists tightly.

"Shen Yi Feng!" At that time I was thinking, if my good brother the Green Sack Divine Doctor was here, then our good friends wouldn't have died and suffered so many injuries. " Finishing his words, Yan Chengfeng stared at Shen Yi Feng with shining eyes.

Shen Yifeng's expression remained the same, as calm and unperturbed as before. However, his fingernails dug into his palms, revealing his true intentions.

With so many good men and friends dead, even if he had a heart of stone, he would still feel sad.

"However, after that, I calmed down and thought about it. Even if you were here, everyone would still end up the same way. Sigh! You might not believe it, but Wei Zhongxian, that eunuch, was actually so unfathomable with his kung fu that he caught us completely off guard. "

"The person with the strongest martial arts amongst us, Daoist Wu Dai, is already a top rank expert of the Divine Arts realm. Yet, he was unable to even block two of Wei Zhongxian's punches." Hehe! "Actually, if you put it this way, I, Yan Chengfeng, would actually be grateful to that Northern Saber Berserk Demon. If it weren't for him slashing me down with one saber strike, you would not have met my Elder Brother if I had exchanged blows with Wei Zhongxian."

Even a powerful figure like Yan Chengfeng had fear written all over his face when he mentioned Wei Zhongxian's martial arts. If it wasn't for the fact that he had a deep impression of Wei Zhongxian, he definitely wouldn't have such an expression.

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