Slowly, the middle-aged man walked into the hall without making a sound.
Chen Luoyang looked at him in Silence.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to be hostile, and there was no Sword Qi or Sword Will emanating from his body.
After entering the hall, he looked left and right, and then pointed to a seat below Chen Luoyang. As if chatting idly, he very naturally asked, "Can I sit here?"
Chen Luoyang looked at him with interest. He raised his hand and gestured for him to do as he pleased.
The middle-aged man nodded, sat down, and turned to look at Chen Luoyang.
Although his position was low, he didn't give off a sense of inferiority.
But there was no sense of arrogance or provocation.
Everything was so calm.
It was so calm that people doubted his identity.
But Jingang, who was next to him, looked extremely solemn at the moment.
After the middle-aged man entered the hall, the wind and rain outside disappeared.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was clear after the rain.
"Hierarch Chen, nice to meet you. I am Wang Jian of East Sea." The middle-aged man looked at Chen Luoyang and introduced himself.
Jingang looked even more nervous.
The person who came was indeed the patriarch of the Wang family of East Sea, Sword Emperor Wang Jian.
Outside the hall, Lao Shou, Xiao Yuntian, and the others appeared.
The people of Devil Religion, like Jingang, looked solemn as they looked at Wang Jian in the hall.
"Sick Maha" Reverend Mingjue was Emperor Wu of Buddhism in the past, but because of his old injuries, he had fallen to the twelfth level and had never been able to return to the realm of Emperor Wu.
Even so, his method of manifesting the Pure Land of Sanskrit and turning the land within a radius of several kilometers into a Buddhist paradise was enough to let people imagine his glory in the past.
And now, the Sword Emperor Wang Jian in the hall was a real expert of the thirteenth level, Emperor Wu who had manifested his Sword Will into a true form.
Black Emperor Seok had crushed the Thousand Tide Mountains with a flip of his hand.
The Sword Emperor, Wang Jian, was equally famous as Xiu Zhe, so one could well imagine his strength.
The fact that Xiu Zhe's Book of Death of Black suddenly showed a flaw and feared the blazing sun was an accident among accidents.
He couldn't expect Wang Jian to be like him, to have such a fatal shortcoming in martial arts, right?
As a result, only the Hierarch could face him on the Six Dragons Emperor Chariot …
The members of Devil religion all had heavy hearts.
"You may leave."
At this time, Chen Luoyang said to Jingang.
"… Yes, Hierarch." Jingang glanced at Wang Jian, not knowing whether to be worried or relieved.
He bowed to Chen Luoyang with a complicated expression and then retreated.
Chen Luoyang's expression was calm again as he ordered Xiao Yuntian, Zhang Tianheng, Lao Shou, and the others outside the hall, "Pass down my order. Prepare to fight back against the rascals who have invaded our sacred realm."
The members of Devil religion all perked up when they heard this.
Emperor Xia Li Yuanlong was fighting with the First Seat of Rosefinch Hall of Devil religion.
After the previous battles, the United Armies of the South had suffered heavy losses.
After the Sword Emperor, Wang Jian, left the enemy's main force and acted alone, Devil religion might be able to fight back without his threat.
As for Wang Jian, the Hierarch would take care of him.
The members of Devil religion answered in unison and then retreated.
Only two people were left inside and outside the hall.
Wang Jian sat in Silence and did not respond to Chen Luoyang's words, as if it had nothing to do with him.
After the experts of Devil religion had retreated, he said to Chen Luoyang with a normal expression, "I took the liberty of coming here today to ask for Hierarch Chen's help."
"Speak." Chen Luoyang said indifferently.
Wang Jian nodded. "I wanted to ask your cult's Head Seat Yan to teach me the way of the sword, but Head Seat Yan stubbornly refused, stating that the sword he created was only prepared for Cult Master Chen."
Chen Luoyang heard this and chuckled.
"Boring."
Wang Jian said softly, "No, I can feel that when the sword is unsheathed, it will be earth-shattering."
Chen Luoyang said indifferently, "I can see that you are very interested in this, but unfortunately, you don't seem to be able to force that sword out."
Wang Jian shook his head. "Hierarch Chen, there is something you don't know."
He said seriously, "In the process of fighting with First Seat Yan, I can feel that the sword is a sword that seeks victory. In order to win, it is willing to give up everything and defeat everything.
What I want to see is when this sword has no worries, when it reaches its peak, when it is at its most dazzling.
I don't want to be forced to fight with regret, seeking not to lose, seeking to defend.
That way, I won't be able to see the true elegance of this sword. "
"You care about this a lot?" Chen Luoyang's tone was still very casual.
Wang Jian said, "When I first came, I didn't understand First Seat Yan's sword, but after fighting with him, I'm sure of it."
He looked calm. "Winning or losing is not important to me, but I want to experience the extreme of this sword."
Chen Luoyang looked at him in Silence.
He believed that what Wang Jian said should be the true thoughts from the bottom of his heart.
Otherwise, even if Wang Jian really couldn't force the Devil religion's Rosefinch Hall's first seat to use the swordsmanship as his final killing move, if Wang Jian and Emperor Xia Li Yuanlong joined hands, they should be able to put enough pressure on the Rosefinch Hall's first seat, right?
Wang Jian stubbornly refused and even stopped fighting.
After the Devil religion's first seat was defeated by Emperor Xia, the main force of the United Armies of the South suddenly gained the upper hand.
If he continued to be restrained by Wang Jian, the Devil religion's Rosefinch Hall's first seat could only sit and watch Emperor Xia lead the army straight in.
His mentality would inevitably be affected.
However, Wang Jian didn't even want to take advantage of this and directly stopped.
The Devil religion's Rosefinch Hall's first seat was able to replace the injured first seat and fight against Emperor Xia.
"If you want to seek the sword so wholeheartedly, you should go to Tao Wangji," Chen Luoyang said indifferently.
Wang Jian showed a faint smile on his face. "In the past three years, I went to the Sword Pavilion a total of ten times. Please enlighten me, Pavilion Master."
Chen Luoyang tilted his head slightly and looked at the other party. "Ten battles, all lost?"
Wang Jian nodded calmly. "Yes."
Chen Luoyang inevitably looked at him with a strange gaze.
"With your experience, Hierarch Chen, you may not be able to understand." Wang Jian looked calm. "After all, when you first debuted at the age of sixteen, your name shook the world, and you have never tasted defeat."
Strictly speaking, except for a tie with the Sword King not long ago, the Devil religion's Hierarch had been invincible since his debut.
The only difference was whether his opponent could survive or not.
Chen Luoyang looked at the calm middle-aged man in front of him and recalled the relevant information collected by the Devil religion.
To some extent, the other party had a completely different life path from the Devil religion's Hierarch and the Devil religion's Rosefinch Hall's first seat.
The Hierarch became the youngest recorded Emperor Wu in the Divine Land at the age of sixteen. He became famous at a young age and shook the world.
Wang Jian held a sword for the first time at the age of sixteen. It was the first time he practiced martial arts in his life. It was so late that it was hard to believe that he would have any achievements in the future, let alone today's achievements.
The Hierarch was a genius. He reached the realm of Emperor Wu at a young age. At the age of eighteen, he was called the Three Emperors along with the Sword King and the Saber Emperor. He was only in his twenties.
Wang Jian started practicing martial arts late. His speed of improvement could not be said to be shocking, soaring to the sky in one go. He slowly polished himself step by step. By the time he reached Martial King, he was already thirty years old.
The Hierarch had been invincible since his debut. The opponents he defeated were all giants of the Divine Land.
According to the rumors, Wang Jian had lost more than he won when he competed with others with the sword since he was young.
The highest record was losing to the same opponent seventeen times in a row …
Compared to that, losing ten times in a row under the sword of the Sword King did not seem to be a rare thing.
He really did not care about winning or losing.
He only cared about whether he had any gains and whether he had any progress.
What he cared about was his pursuit of swordsmanship.
What he cared about was experiencing the world's ultimate and most dazzling style of all kinds of swordsmanship.
Just like that, he went all the way.
Now, looking back at it.
Although he lost many times, as long as he won once, his opponent would not be able to surpass him.
Although he did not soar, he won by being steady. He took one step at a time. He broke through a realm every two years, never more, never less. He started martial arts at the age of sixteen. At the age of forty, he reached the twelfth realm, the Nurturing Realm. He stood at the peak of King Wu.
Although he touched a sword for the first time at the age of sixteen, since four years ago, he was already the second swordsman of the Divine Land after the Sword King.
"Interesting." Chen Luoyang said that, but his expression did not seem to care. "You mean that I have become a burden in your opponent's heart, making you unable to fight to your heart's content?"
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