Chapter 315

Yan Qinghong and Yan Tianwei were still standing there without a sound . And Yan Qingping was still smiling . Yan Gongruo and Yan Qiusha were also smiling, they weren’t shocked at all, unlike Chu Jingtian and Leng Ya . Yan Duancang glanced around again, and met the people’s enthusiastic gazes . No one had responded to him .

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He had appeared too early . A high-level master like him was supposed to watch the others’ performances on the side, and appeared at the last moment . Now that he was there already, the fights that followed would surely be very dull .

Yan Duancang stopped looking around, he raised his head and roared, “it seems that senior has been watching me for some time . I’m sure you want to do something . So why don’t you show up now?”

His voice wasn’t too loud nor soft, yet it contained a durable, vibrating power . In this open space and on top of the cliff, people heard echoes . The aftersound was very clear in their eyes, and it lingered .

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Just when the people were still in doubt, the wind of confusion caused by Yan Duancang suddenly stopped …it’s not because he had suddenly retreated his God-level breath, but his momentum was suppressed silently by a mysterious power . The master, who found it hard to breathe, could finally breathe a sigh of relief . Suddenly, the wind started forming again, but this time, it was not a wave like before, it’s more like a sharp blade . It’s no longer wave-like, but more like millions of severe winds forming together . When it blew across the people’s faces, they felt as if their faces and bodies were being cut open .

People were stunned . When they were guessing who caused this sharp wind, they knew that they had to protect themselves . But even though they were trying to do so, some of their clothes and hair were still being cut open . There were also red marks appearing on their skin .

Was that the sword of the wind? If so, then it’s really very powerful, as it had managed to suppress the momentum of Yan Duancang . Such wind could also break through their defense . Since when there was such a fantastic magician on Tianchen Continent? Also, what “Xie Duancang” was crying was obviously – “senior . ”

If this was not the sword of the wind, then what was that…

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Not sure whether it’s done intentionally, but Yan Tianwei’s area was not affected at all . However, the sound of the chaotic wind had already let them know how scary this wind was . Yan Tianwei and Yan Qinghong looked calm, and their facial expressions hadn’t changed a bit . Yan Gongruo retreated behind her mother and whispered, “who is this person…look at father’s look, he seems to be a bit stronger than father . ”

When two Qi’s encounter each other, one could tell which one is stronger in seconds . Although no one knew who that was yet, the momentum that he created seemed to have a rich foundation . Once it appeared, it entirely suppressed the energy of Yan Duancang . With “Qi” alone, he had already lost a bit .

However, he still looked as calm as usual . He wasn’t surprised nor scared .

Chu Jingtian opened his eyes widely, and looked at the opposite party with panic . He could feel the breath in front of him – this was a familiar person, and this person had been with him since he was little, this was the person the closest, and whom he had always respected the most . He could never take him as the wrong person . Out of consciousness, he made a step forward and yelled, “Grandpa! It’s grandpa…you’re here, and I knew you would come!”

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Grandpa?

This was not the sword of the wind . It’s the God of the Sword using the flowing air as the carrier, making the “Qi” as an air of the sword . Instead of saying that it’s wind like a sword, it’d be better to say that they were millions of flying swords coming from all directions . If these masters bent down a little, they would be injured for sure .

“Ha ha ha…”

A burst of soothing laughter came from the air, and the full range of the atmosphere of the sword disappeared in an instant . Once you heard the laughter, you could immediately imagine a fairy-looking elderly . It’s just that this voice seemed to be vague, it seemed to come from all directions, and one couldn’t find the source of it . When these high-level masters realized it, they almost looked at their behind at the same time . Up in the air, and not sure since when, there was an old man about 60 years old . He was wearing a green robe, with a black ribbon around his waist . His black hair was moving along with the wind, yet his face still calm as ever, and his look sharp like a blade .

“The God of the Sword!”

“He’s Chu Cangming!”

Since about a decade ago, Chu Cangming had stopped appeared in front of people . He had also become an elderly right now . However, anyone who’d seen him before, had recognized him immediately and yelled his name . Aside from his old face on which his personality hadn’t disappeared, it’s also the unique momentum that only the God of the Sword had .

The God of the Sword was not just a title, but also an invincible myth in the world of Sword . So many people had wanted to see how he looked like, yet their wish was never fulfilled . Twenty-five years ago, his name was famous in the whole of Tianchen Continent . After 25 years, everyone on the Continent knew his name . And he influenced more than one generation of people .