The willow branches, like tree trunks, came overwhelmingly, with a range exceeding a hundred meters, and the force was unimaginable. The sound of willow branches breaking through the air was heard continuously.

From a distance, the moonlight in this area was blocked tightly, and it was dark and dense, which could be said to be a force that covered the sky. This was Ning Su's strength. As a venerable, he also had his own proud moves.

The black-robed man in the distance had a solemn expression, constantly guiding the power of heaven and earth to strengthen the defense, and a circular blue crystal curtain protected the two of them.

Although they were far away, the aftermath of this level of attack could still affect the two of them. No one expected that Ning Su's move would be earth-shattering, and he wanted to win with one blow without reservation. He should have seen that Zhou Changsheng would not give up on that kid, so he took this opportunity to give him a heavy blow!

"There should be no suspense in this battle."

In his opinion, Zhou Changsheng could not escape at this time. The space around him was affected by Ning Su's attack and became very distorted. It was extremely difficult to break through the space to escape. Moreover, he was carrying that kid with him, so defeat was inevitable.

"I am afraid that the only one who can break this attack is the leader."

The black-robed man muttered to himself, and then a tall figure appeared in his mind. The black-robed man smiled bitterly and continued:

"No, there is another person, who is known as the number one master in the Wilderness Realm, Duan Aotian."

When he mentioned this name, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. At that time, this person fought several Heyang Realm masters alone, and he could only watch from afar.

It was a shocking battle, unprecedented in history!

Just imagine, who can fight several Heyang Realm masters alone without losing? Such people are not common even in the long history. They can be said to have seen a living legend.

At the end of that battle, he saw a huge explosion, which affected a range of more than a thousand meters. In the end, only two people survived, and both were seriously injured and saved their lives in a miserable way.

One of them was the head of the inner hall in front of him, Ning Su.

There has been no news of Duan Aotian in these years, so most people in the world think that he has fallen. The only existence in the wilderness that could break through the divine realm just disappeared.

"If Duan Aotian is still alive in the world, he would be hard to beat even now!"

The black-robed man said regretfully. He didn't want to see that the Tianyin Sect had such a powerful enemy, but he also felt sorry for the end of this legend.

"Patriarch! Then, is that a willow tree?"

"The willow branches are as thick as the trunk! It seems that there is someone next to it?"

"Why is he flying in the sky? Is he an inner master?"

The people around him discussed the sudden change in a flurry, and everyone's face showed fear.

They had never seen such a situation in their lives. The mysterious willow tree of that height and the sky that turned red made them feel like they were living in a dream.

The roars of monsters outside the village intensified their fear.

The patriarch stood among the crowd. Now the people of the whole village gathered here. The life and death of everyone became illusory at this moment. No one knew what would happen next. They could only pray silently.

No one noticed that the holy stone dozens of meters away was emitting a faint golden light.

A huge figure appeared beside the holy stone. The bloody mouth was a little scary in the dark, but its figure was slowly shrinking. With a low roar, the power of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to have received his guidance and gathered here one after another. They all merged into the holy stone, and the golden light emitted by the holy stone became more dazzling. It was really a miracle!

After doing all this, the figure slowly merged into the surrounding darkness, and a huge barrier enveloped the village. Any sound from the outside world could not penetrate this barrier.

"It seems that I have to go all out!"

Zhou Changsheng muttered to himself, and he remembered what his master had said to him.

"Kendo, with slashing as the style, returning to the original simplicity is the highest. The sword technique is just to deceive people, and often the most fatal blow is a seemingly ordinary sword."

"With slashing as the style, one strike wins; everything you see can be cut off; a sword without thoughts, it is called a style."

Zhou Changsheng slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, the time around him seemed to be still, and he could hear his own breathing.

"Look, the sword style is only for ordinary sword users. It draws the power of heaven and earth on the sword blade. Each move can cause good damage, but this restricts the mind of the sword user. If this sword style is lost, the long sword in the hand will be no different from that of ordinary people."

A young man with blond hair and black pupils held a green long sword in his hand, and his eyes looked calmly ahead. It was a mountain over a hundred meters high.

A middle-aged man was standing beside the young man respectfully, not daring to be distracted, trying to see through the mystery.

The young man casually swung a sword, generating a white sword energy, seemingly ordinary, but containing endless mysteries, flying towards the mountain in front.

The sword energy actually began to slowly spread in the air, turning into a larger sword energy, and the momentum it exuded was not weakened at all.

The sword energy rushed straight to the top of the mountain, and about ten meters away from the top of the mountain, the sword energy directly cut into the mountain body in parallel.

The middle-aged man widened his eyes. This small mountain with a height of more than 100 meters was actually cut open at the top!

The part of the top of the mountain was directly cut off, leaving only a very neat cut.

"Is this the master's strength?"

The middle-aged man stared at the cut blankly. What kind of power can make such a cut casually? It seems that there is still a lot of gap between him and the real strong.

"Haha, calling me Master reveals my real age, Changsheng. I think I'm still a young man."

The blond young man said with a smile, stroking his hair.

The middle-aged man was Zhou Changsheng at that time, and the blond young man with terrifying strength in front of him was Duan Aotian, who was known as the number one person in the Wilderness Realm.

Zhou Changsheng smiled naively and whispered:

"Master, you are nearly a hundred years old, why do you still pretend to be a young man and go around to provoke other sects' junior sisters. If others find out, won't you feel that your face is gone?"

Duan Aotian raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully:

"So what? I just like the way these young people deal with things. They are not like those old men in other sects who are calculating all day long and are not cool at all!"

He claims to be the most beautiful man in the wilderness. When he is bored, he flirts with some junior sisters from other sects who are out on missions. In fact, it is better to say that it is flirting than flirting. He will catch a few monsters from other places and order them to attack these sect disciples who are out on missions, but they cannot hurt those beautiful junior sisters.

After those brothers were knocked down by monsters, he suddenly appeared and pretended to attack, and he could drive away those monsters without any effort.

Therefore, there was a story circulating at that time that if a monster attacked him, a handsome blond young man would come to rescue him, just like a god descending from heaven.

"Changsheng, you should learn more from your master, and don't look like an uncle all day long. If you see the two of us, many people will think that I am your son, and that will mess up the generations, right?"

Such things often happened to the two of them, but what puzzled passers-by was why the old man was so respectful to the boy? This also led to Duan Aotian being despised by others.

If Zhou Changsheng also maintained his youthful appearance, others would not associate him with a father-son relationship.

"Although our temperaments are very different, you and I travel around the world all day long, and it won't attract attention if you change into a young man."

Zhou Changsheng laughed dryly. He didn't have the same preferences as his master. He was just over fifty years old now, and he didn't want to change into a young man.

On the other hand, the master often deliberately increased the difficulty when he was practicing. Every time others called him and his son, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. This could be regarded as "revenge" in another sense.

Duan Aotian raised his eyebrows. How could he not think of Zhou Changsheng's intention, but he couldn't force him to change into a young man.

"Forget it, admit your mistakes. Disciple, the master wants to give you something."

Duan Aotian waved his hand helplessly, and then a golden light fell on his palm and turned into a green scabbard.

He inserted the green long sword in his hand into the scabbard and handed it to Zhou Changsheng.

"This Qingshuang sword is one of the best among my swords. I will give it to you today. After that, you will go to Xuanzong, which is thousands of miles away. I have already arranged your offspring there. When the Grand Elder of Xuanzong sees this Qingshuang sword, he will understand what I mean."

After Zhou Changsheng took the sword, Duan Aotian snapped his fingers, and a white light flashed from his cuffs, surrounding Zhou Changsheng's right index finger, and then turned into a white ring with a blue gemstone on it.

The moment Zhou Changsheng took the ring, he felt an inexplicable heaviness. This ring seemed to have an unusual weight.

After doing all this, Duan Aotian put away his smile, his face became more solemn, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. Zhou Changsheng rarely saw this expression on his face, and asked cautiously:

"Master, is something going to happen?"

Duan Aotian glanced at the horizon with melancholy, sighed, and said with a little melancholy:

"Yes, enjoy the calm before the storm. Soon, my side will be the most dangerous place in this desolate land. Staying in Xuanzong, you and your family will have a glimmer of hope."