Sword God

"Chen Zong, on such occasions, people like you can't come and leave quickly." The undisguised snorting sounded, and everyone's eyes focused on it.

"What are you doing with you?" Chen Zong looked at it. It was Chen He who hadn't seen him for many days. He was surprised at first and responded immediately.

"It has nothing to do with me. First, I am your clan. Second, you can only enter on these occasions if you have a certain status and certain strength and have been invited. You look at you, but there are four layers in the Qi and Blood Realm, but What are the qualifications for a child of a tribe, I let you leave quickly, and you should get up and leave immediately, so as not to lose our Chen's face." Chen He's face was black, and he burst into Chen Zong like a cannon. .

"I have an invitation." Chen Zong took it easy.

"You have an invitation..." Chen He was stunned first, and then laughed: "Are you kidding, can you get an invitation from the Dragon Club on your own?"

The other two who went upstairs at the same time as Chen He were a man and a woman, frowning slightly, and striding over, they did not know what happened.

"It's ridiculous. With the level of the martial arts, he refined his blood six times to become a warrior, and was included in the name of one of the six small masters of Fengwu. If he is not qualified to enter here, then what is qualified?" Yi Gu took a sip of wine slowly, and said, not slow.

"The blood gas is refined six times!"

"Fengwu Liuxiaojie!"

Chen He's face changed greatly, and his heart was struck by lightning.

"Impossible, how can a child of a tribe be like this."

But when he saw a mocking look next to him, Chen He realized that it was true. During the time he went out to practice, something happened in the Chen Family Hall that he did not know.

“Chen Zongyou’s invitation is true, and it’s true to be invited by the Dragon Club, or Jun Luo’s personal name invitation.” Tang Junhao walked over with a disgruntled face, his eyes cold, and a kind of superior power fell on Chen He : "Chen He, you are not welcome here, please leave."

"You can't do this." Chen He's face changed suddenly, as did the two people who came with him.

Once left, Chen He will become a laughing stock.

"The same thing, I don't want to say it a second time." Tang Junhao looked indifferent.

"Okay, I will leave now." Although Chen He's face was gloomy, his inner anger was more like a volcano, but there was still a hint of rational containment. This is the Zhengwu Tower, the industry of Tang's giants, or the Dragon Club. The place where it was held, if he broke out, was happy for a while, but the consequences were very serious, which he could not afford.

Ferocious eyes swept across Chen Zong's face, turned around, and Chen He strode downstairs to leave.

"Anyone who comes here is eligible to accept my Tang's invitation. I don't want to hear similar words again." Tang Junhao said aloud, secretly warning, and nodded to Chen Zong before leaving.

"You are the younger brother of the Chen Zong clan, the one who learned the sword with Sister Izumo?" One of the two who came with Chen He, the woman asked Chen Zong suspiciously.

"I am Chen Zong." Chen Zong nodded.

"My name is Chen Hongying, you should call me a sister." Chen Hongying smiled playfully.

"My name is Chen Xia. I have heard that a martial artist from Clan Hall has made an amazing figure and won the chief king many times in a row. Unexpectedly, you have tempered your blood six times, and you have obtained Feng Wu Liu Xiaojie. The name is really extraordinary." Chen Xia smiled, the tone was quite cordial.

"Brother Chen Xia has a reputation." Chen Zong smiled.

Since Chen Chuyun and several others went to the Qi Yao Wu Yuan, Chen Xia's cousin, Chen Xia was the first master, Chen He was the second, and Chen Hongying was the third.

The first master before was Chen Chuyun. That is to say, if Chen Zong lived in the courtyard where Chen Chuyun used to be, he needed to challenge Chen Xia to defeat it.

Those who come here to participate in the Thang Long Association, in addition to those who were directly invited by names like Chen Zong, are the top three young generations of various family forces.

At this time, rhythmic footsteps sounded, and from the stairs, everyone seemed to realize what they were looking at.

I saw a figure walking down the stairs from the fourth floor.

A pair of purple-gold dragon shoes, exquisite purple military clothing, gilt military clothing, painted with golden dragon patterns, bright and restrained eyes, wearing a purple gold crown, is the protagonist of today's banquet-Tang Junluo.

"Everyone, thank you for coming to participate in the dragon-gathering event held by the family for me." Tang Junluo strode forward and sat down on the reserved throne, his momentum was full, and a clear voice also passed into everyone's ears, He glanced at each person's face and stopped at Chen Zong's place.

"Please sit down." Tang Junluo stretched out his hand, and everyone also sat down, and the seat was just right.

"Jun Luo has tempered his blood for eight times to break through to become a warrior, breaking our previous record in Fengwu City, and creating a new record, which is gratifying." Tang Junhao got up and said, "I will replace the wine with tea, respect the king first Luo a cup."

"Should be so."

"congratulations."

"Since then, our Fengwu City will be better than the other six cities at this point."

Everyone picked up the tea cups, and respected Tang Junluo in the air, but Yang Yigu, still drinking.

Although the banquet was prepared by the Tang clan, there was no elder here, and even the highest cultivation level only reached the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, which was completely an occasion for young people.

"The purpose of holding this Dragon Rally is to congratulate Jun Luo and share the glory of the Tang family that belongs to Fengwu City. The other purpose is to gather the heroes and get to know each other. In addition, I can take advantage of this opportunity to discuss martial arts and discuss the evidence with each other." Tang Junhao is like a spokesperson.

"Tang Junluo, you lost half a move that day. Today, I'm already a warrior. I'll come to ask for advice again." Zhao Wangcheng got up, his voice indifferent as if he was a knife.

"I will give you a chance, but not now." Tang Junluo said not to be slow, and Wang Zhaocheng was not forced to sit down again.

"In this case, let me start with it. I heard that the drunk sword Yang Yigu is more powerful the more you drink the sword. I have long wanted to learn more." One person stood up and invited Yang Yigu directly.

"This is a discussion, the sword is blind, you must not use your best efforts, it is best not to use the power of qi and blood." Tang Junhao said.

"Drinking and practicing sword, drunken looking for the wind, take me a sword." Yang Yigu grabbed the wine gourd with his left hand and poured a sip of wine. His eyes were dim, and the right hand pulled the sword, which turned into a breeze and blown towards the other party. With a burst of alcohol.

Xingyun Liushui is natural!

Chen Zong's eyes shine, and he has the urge to compete with Yang Yigu.

Uh, uh, uh!

Yang Yigu's continuous sword, like a gentle breeze, and the martial arts he exerted, forced the opponent to retreat continuously. When the other party tried to exert a martial arts counterattack, Yang Yigu's sword followed a trace of flaws. Falling on the other person's neck, the cold touch immediately made the other person tremble with goose bumps on his neck.

"Drunken sword is really powerful, I lost." Although this man was a little embarrassed, he also admitted generously.

"Drinking together?" Yang Yigu asked the gourd.

"I don't like drinking alcohol." The man's face changed quickly, and he answered quickly, disappointing Yang Yigu.

"Yang Yigu, don't be embarrassing here." Yang Feiyu scolded coldly.

"Then do you drink?" Yang Yigu stepped back into his seat messily and motioned to Yang Feiyu.

"Yang Yigu, I'm here to fight you. If you lose, leave this place immediately." Yang Family's Yang Zhiyin frowned, and his tone was bad.

"If you lose, have a drink." Yang Yigu seemed to like to drink.

"If I lose, I will leave here." Yang Zhiyin would rather leave than drink Yang Yigu's wine. It seems that it is what poison.

"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu sighed softly and got up again. His steps seemed to be messy, but he seemed to ride away by the wind, and his long sword came out of the sheath, bringing a whisper of light into a breeze.

Jianguang chain, as if permeable.

Yang Zhiyin immediately drew his sword and turned into a sharp light to kill.

The three giants and the five families, the Li and Yang families are good at swordsmanship, but the way is different.

Yang Yigu's display is not the Yang family's swordsmanship, but the opportunity. Because it is a banquet, it is only a hands-on battle rather than a life-and-death battle, and it often does not display grade martial arts.

Of course, martial arts that are not urged by the power of qi and blood are not as good as building martial arts.

The foundation-building martial arts exhibited by Yang Yigu, called the seven types of drunk swords, have a combination of footwork and seem to be messy.

Yang Zhiyin's show is the Yang family's Feihong swordsmanship, the sword is like Feihong, light and sharp.

Regardless of whether Yang Yigu or Yang Zhiyin, the two are cultivated to be six layers of Qi and Blood Realm, and their physical strength is also a catty. It's almost the same.

The weight of a catty represents a limit.

The limit is not so easy to break.

Long swords intersect, messy and sharp collisions again and again.

Yang Yigu drank his sword while drinking, the sword became faster and stronger, and gradually suppressed Yang Zhiyin.

"Damn." Yang Zhiyin's secret path is not good. If he goes on, he will be defeated, the power of qi and blood will be urged, the martial arts will be displayed, and the sword will be killed. Eagle, with a sharp scream, slammed into Yang Yigu.

"Flying Eagle Sword First!"

"The Great Realm!"

Everyone's face changed a lot, Yang Yi's staggered body and feet staggered, and seemed to be drunk like a drunk. The long sword was shaking, and the wine was filled with aroma and fragrance.

The hazy sword light penetrated the air like a cloud.

The strong smell of wine diffused away, making Yang Zhiyin dizzy for a moment, only to feel the trance in front of him, the original hazy sword shadow dissipated, turned into a fierce sword light to kill, smashing the flying eagle ghost, the sword body in him Yang Zhiyin felt that the back of his hand was about to smash, but he could no longer hold the long sword and dropped his hand.

Afterwards, the throat seemed to be stabbed with a needle, reaching for a touch of scarlet, Yang Yigu had already received the sword into the sheath, and walked back to the seat in a messy pace.

"I'll say goodbye first." Yang Zhiyin's complexion changed, and finally picked up the long sword, nodded to Tang Junhao and Tang Junluo and others, turned around and strode away, he continued to stay without a face.