I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 263: Xueyue City sends Ye Anshi back to the clan
One is the eldest daughter of Tianwaitian, and the other is the daughter of the gambling king. They both know a lot about the affairs of the underworld.

Yue Yao and Yin Luoxia had naturally heard that there was a sword technique in the world called sword-controlling. It was not about fighting with others with a sword, but about controlling several flying swords at the same time.

Just flick your fingers and kill people with a smile!
Taking a person's life is as easy as picking stars for an immortal.

However, this kind of kung fu only exists in legends. Many people have heard of it, but very few have seen it.

It is said that anyone who can use this sword-controlling technique has reached the level of a sword immortal.

Could it be that the young man named Wushuang is already a master at the level of a sword immortal?
But the aura was not right, and he looked too young, about the same age as their youngest son.

How could it be impossible for someone to achieve the state of freedom at the age of sixteen or seventeen?
Thinking of this, they both looked at their men at the same time.

And apart from her own man, the senior brother Mo Yi in the overseas fairy mountain, the master nephew on Wangcheng Mountain, and so on, seemed... it was not strange for them to break through the Great Free and Easy Realm at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

"He is only about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he has already reached the level of a sword immortal. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one of the younger generation." Yin Luoxia exclaimed.

Chu Zhao smiled and shook his head when he heard this: "He is still a little short of reaching the realm of Sword Immortal."

"Then why can he use sword control?"

"The reason why he can use the sword control technique is not because of his high level of cultivation, but because he was born with a sword heart. He is a sword genius that is rarely seen in a thousand years."

Just then, a kind voice came from behind them.

“I never thought that Wushuang City would produce such a martial arts genius.”

When Sikong Qianluo heard the sound and looked, he saw an old monk with golden light all over his body, who looked very unreal, coming towards them.

"This...is a ghost."

Sikong Qianluo screamed, grabbed Yue Yao who was nearest to him, hid beside her, and trembled.

Wangyou glanced at her, chanted a Buddhist name, and asked with a smile, "Who is this girl?"

"The daughter of Sikong Changfeng."

Wangyou nodded, looked at Xiao Se and said, "Donor Xiao, Donor Ji asked me to tell you something. Follow your heart and follow the trend."

"Thank you, Master Wangyou."

Xiao Se bowed and immediately thought about the meaning of Ji Ruofeng's words.

Wangyou shook his head to show that you're welcome, fixed his eyes on the flying swords in the field, and exclaimed: "This sword-controlling technique is truly amazing."

"That's natural. After all, the art of controlling a sword is a method of cultivation."

"Cultivation technique?"

Wangyou was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It seems that Master Chu knows a lot about the art of controlling the sword."

"Okay."

Chu Zhao smacked his lips twice, and without keeping the secret, he slowly said: "This sword-controlling technique originated from the Shu Mountain in Western Shu. If you practice it to perfection, you can fly the sword to ascend to heaven. Unfortunately, the Shu Mountain was destroyed a thousand years ago, and the sword-controlling technique was also destroyed and lost. The sword-controlling technique obtained by Wushuang City is only a fragment, but even if it is a fragment, it will not be a problem to practice it to the sword fairyland. With Wushuang's talent in swordsmanship, there is hope that he will achieve divine travel in the future."

A hint of doubt flashed in Wangyou's eyes, wondering why Chu Zhao knew what happened a thousand years ago. However, he felt relieved when he remembered that Chu Zhao had said in the temple that he and Li Changsheng had ascended to the fairyland.

He sighed, "It's a pity that Song Yanhui is the only one who is okay in Wushuang City. I hope that child won't go astray in the future."

"The old guys in Wushuang City do have bad intentions, but Wushuang was born with a clear mind for swordsmanship, and those old guys' thoughts can't affect him." Chu Zhao smiled, watching the fight in the arena, and exclaimed: "Compared to the magic of sword control, the six supernatural powers of Buddhism are not much inferior, and have their own mysteries."

That’s right, Wuxin, who had lost all his magic powers in the field, suddenly realized three of the six supernatural powers in Buddhism.

Unfortunately, he had lost all his martial arts skills before, so although he looked calm and composed now, his strength could be drained at any time, so Wushuang had been suppressing him.

Wangyou just watched the fight on the field without saying anything.

Chu Zhao had no intention of continuing to speak. He just watched with great interest and casually took out some peanuts and handed them to Yue Yao and the others beside him.

Time passed minute by minute, and only Wushuang and Wuxin were still fighting on the field.

As a great Zen master and a person who had mastered the mysterious realm, Wangyou could naturally see how the situation on the field developed.

"Wuxin is going to lose."

He was very calm when he said this, as calm as if Wuxin was not his disciple.

"He was injured to begin with, and it's already pretty good that he can play for this long."

As Chu Zhao finished his words, Wu Xin's strength instantly drained away and he fell to the ground helplessly.

However, Yu Ruyi and Feng Xiao, the unrivaled servants, had no intention of stopping and continued to move towards Wuxin, intending to take his life the next moment.

"Don't kill him!" Lu Yuzhai shouted.

Wushuang smiled slightly, moved his fingers lightly, and changed the trajectory of the flying sword.

If the previous intention was to take Wuxin's life, now it was just to seriously injure him.

However, Tang Lian and the others did not realize that he instantly thought of countless ways to intercept the two flying swords.

Wu Chan took a step forward without any hesitation.

But they were too late. A person in red floated in front of Wuxin and used her body to block the two swords.

Two flying swords, the Yu Ruyi pierced into his left shoulder, and the Feng Xiao pierced into his right shoulder, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Lei Wujie!" Tang Lian exclaimed.

Xiao Se cursed, "Fool."

Among the young people present, only he and Wuxin noticed that Wushuang's flying sword changed its trajectory at the end.

Wu Xin, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, but he echoed Xiao Se's words: "Lei Wujie, you are really stupid, my master and uncle are here, I won't die."

"I didn't think that much." Lei Wujie smiled bitterly, a mask of pain already on his face.

On the other side, Lu Yuzhai breathed a sigh of relief. Wushuang, who was not far away from him, looked at the young man in red with interest and asked, "What's your name?"

"Lei Wujie." Lei Wujie stood up and replied while enduring the severe pain.

Wushuang frowned, thought for a moment, and said to himself: "It seems that he is not very famous."

Lei Wujie suddenly felt the wound on his shoulder become more painful.

Wushuang knocked on the sword box and said, "Hey, my sword will not hurt unknown people. You must remember this. You must become famous in the future."

"Hmm?" Lei Wujie was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course."

Wushuang lightly hooked his fingers and took back the three flying swords that fell to the ground, as well as the Yu Ruyi and Feng Xiao that were inserted into Lei Wujie's shoulders. He waved his sleeves to wipe the blood off the swords, and the five flying swords fell into the sword box. Then he closed the sword box and walked leisurely to Lu Yuzhai.

"Big Brother, I'm done fighting, you hurry up and fight. I still want to see Chu Zhao's sword."

Lu Yuzhai nodded silently without saying anything, but walked forward with his spear in hand.

"Lu Yuzhai, the senior disciple of Wushuang City." Tang Lian said in a cold tone.

"Tang Lian, the eldest disciple of Xueyue City." Lu Yuzhai imitated his tone and said.

A silver light flashed on Tang Lian's hand, and the blade on his fingertips was grasped in his hand again.

Lu Yuzhai waved his spear and soared into the sky like a dragon.

Tang Lian was already exhausted, and all his strength was put into this one strike.

Lu Yuzhai did not hold back any strength in this shot. After all, for an opponent like Tang Lian, injuring without killing was just a joke. The only thing he could do was to fight with all his strength.

Just as the two were about to collide, a loud shout suddenly came from the west.

"end!"

Tang Lian and Lu Yuzhai turned around suddenly, and saw a black-gold spear coming from the west, cutting through the sky. The sound of the gun was long, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger.

Tang Lian and Lu Yuzhai retreated hastily, because the power of this shot was far beyond their abilities, and the only thing they could do was to avoid its impact.

The black gold spear was inserted between the two men, and a gully several dozen feet long appeared instantly, splitting all the way to the feet of Chu Zhao and the others. "Amitabha, it seems that the donor Sikong has arrived."

Chu Zhao hummed lightly, took out two small jade bottles and threw one to Wu Xin and Lei Wujie who had returned.

In the field, Lu Yuzhai shouted angrily.

"Who?"

"I."

As the faint voice sounded, a figure in black floated over from a distance and landed steadily on the spear.

Tang Lian's face suddenly showed joy: "Third Master!"

Sikong Changfeng nodded and looked back at Lu Yuzhai: "Just now you asked me who I was?"

Lu Yuzhai was filled with fear, and the silver spear in his hand kept shaking, making him unable to utter a word.

"You don't recognize me, but do you recognize my gun?" Sikong Changfeng asked again, his tone cold and indifferent.

Lu Yuzhai instantly felt that he was under a tremendous force, and even breathing became very difficult. Finally, he could not help but roar and swung the spear in his hand.

However, with just one swing, the gun body broke into pieces.

Lu Yuzhai retreated violently, spitting out blood with every step he took. He retreated thirty steps in a row and finally stopped with the help of Wushuang.

"Do you still want to ask, who am I?"

Sikong Changfeng stood on the spear, lowered his head and looked at him from afar.

Lei Wujie was stunned at this moment, with only one thought in his mind.

——Is this... still a human? I'm afraid he's even more powerful than Senior Chu? !
Xiao Se, who had just bandaged his wound, turned around and looked at the man in black standing on the black-gold spear with a serious look: "Lei Wujie, don't you like to listen to stories about martial arts? You must remember this person. Even if you have met the top masters such as Fengxue Sword Shen Jingzhou, Shattering Sky Sword Wang Rensun, and White-haired Immortal Mo Qixuan before, you can forget them.

Because no matter how well those people wield swords or use knives, they are just given the title of "number one".

This person is different, he is not one of them, he is the first.

The best gun user in the world.

Spear Master, Sikong Changfeng!"

There are many titles for people in the world, such as Sword God, Sword Saint, Sword Emperor, etc., but there is only one word "immortal" that people with bad intentions dare not give to such people lightly. Those who can be called immortal are almost legendary figures in the world.

But despite this, there are still three sword immortals and five sword immortals.

There is only one spear immortal in the world, the third city lord of Xueyue City, Sikong Changfeng.

The person who compiled the weapons catalog once said that he alone accounted for eight-tenths of the world's spear power.

Lei Wujie knew all of this, so at this moment, he looked at the middle-aged man with an indifferent expression and a somewhat elegant scholarly air with extremely fiery eyes.

This made Chu Zhao stunned for a moment. If he remembered correctly, Lei Wujie had never looked at him with such eyes.

"Lei Wujie, take your eyes off me." Chu Zhao said with a look of disgust.

"Senior, that's the Spear Master."

“Is the Gun Immortal so great?”

"Of course he is amazing. Didn't you just hear Xiao Se say that he is the best gun user in the world? I actually saw a living gun master." Lei Wujie said excitedly.

The best gun user in the world?

Chu Zhao laughed and said, "Have you ever seen a dead spear immortal?"

"That's not the case." Lei Wujie smiled innocently and asked curiously, "Senior, who is more powerful, you or the Spear Immortal?"

"What do you think?"

Lei Wujie thought for a moment and replied, "I haven't seen you fight much, but I think you should be a little stronger than him."

Wu Xin shook his head: "It's not just a little bit better, it's a lot better."

"Senior, are you so powerful?"

Lei Wujie had a suspicious look on his face, when he suddenly heard a phoenix cry. He couldn't help but look towards the field.

I saw that Wushuang's Wushuang Sword Box had been opened at some point, and the twelve flying swords in it had flown out. After circling around Sikong Changfeng, they flew back into the Wushuang Sword Box in order.

Lei Wujie's eyes widened as he watched, and he said in shock, "How amazing! I never thought the spear master could control the sword."

Wushuang below also widened his eyes. He did not expect that this master known as the Spear Immortal was also proficient in the art of wielding swords, and could control twelve flying swords at the same time.

Sikong Changfeng smiled and said, "Controlling a sword or a spear, the principles are the same. I helped you with another sword this time, but if you really want to master the meaning, you still have to rely on yourself."

"Thank you."

Wushuang clasped his fists in thanks, then leaped in front of Chu Zhao and said, "The Spear Master is here, we can't fight him anymore. Chu Zhao, where's the sword you promised to show me?"

"No hurry, some people haven't come yet."

At the same time, Sikong Changfeng also came over with Tang Lian.

Although he had seen Wangyou's soul before, he was still shocked.

"I never thought that Buddhism actually has such a magical technique that can keep the soul immortal. Master Wangyou, I hope you are well."

"Amitabha, Donor Sikong has misunderstood. It is Donor Chu's credit." Wangyou shook his head.

Sikong Changfeng hummed in confusion and turned to look at Chu Zhao.

Chu Zhao smiled modestly: "It's just a trick, where is Mo Qixuan?"

"It will probably take a while."

Chu Zhao hummed: "Then you guys chat about your own things, don't bother with us, we are just here to watch the show."

Sikong Changfeng nodded and turned to look at the group of young people around Chu Zhao.

However, before he could open his mouth, Sikong Qianluo jumped out and called him "Dad".

"Humph, you still know that I am your father? Wait until we return to Xueyue City and see how I deal with you."

Sikong Qianluo stuck out his tongue, looking nonchalant, which made Sikong Changfeng feel helpless.

Wuchan stepped forward and saluted: "I am Wuchan from Hanshui Temple, and this is my junior fellow apprentice Wuxin."

Sikong Changfeng nodded and turned his head slightly to look over, only to see Lei Wujie step forward and stand in front of Wuxin. He clasped his fists and said loudly, "I am Lei Wujie from the Lei Family Fort of Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall. I am about to go to Xueyue City to become his disciple."

"Oh." Sikong Changfeng responded calmly and patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder: "Little brother, your wound has split open again."

Lei Wujie grimaced, took a half step back, his face flushed red, and he quickly turned his head to look at his shoulder.

Just when Sikong Changfeng thought he could talk to Wu Xin, Xiao Se stood up again.

However, Xiao Se did not say anything, but just stood in front of Wu Xin and looked at Sikong Changfeng.

Seeing this, Wuxin sighed silently, walked past Xiao Se and stood out.

Sikong Changfeng nodded and praised: "Not bad, it is not something that ordinary people can do to waste their own power. No wonder Master Wangyou thinks so highly of you."

Wu Xin laughed bitterly: "Are you here to take me away too?"

"No." Sikong Changfeng shook his head and said loudly: "Xueyue City has come here specially to send Ye Anshi back to the clan."

"what?"

Wu Xin was stunned, and all the young people present were stunned...

(End of this chapter)