Sword God

At the Qiankun Terrace of the Qiankun Garden, all of the 40 invited Tianjiao people were immersed in the wonderful taste of fine wine and could not extricate themselves.

I don't know how long in the past, some people have finished drinking the wine in the wine bottle, their faces are full of satisfaction, and they seem to think of something at once.

"Drinking this kind of fine wine today, how can other wines be imported in the future..."

As soon as the words were spoken, other people raised a sense of humor.

Chen Zong also felt the same way.

Really, this kind of wine entrance, if there is no such level of wine to drink in the future, drinking other wines is really like drinking water.

At this time, there seemed to be a gust of wind accompanied by the strong wine scent, a figure appeared in the corner of Qiankun Terrace.

The first thing I saw in my eyes was a huge gourd cast like an ancient sapphire. The gourd seemed to be smoky with smoke. It seemed to be alcoholic.

On the huge ancient sapphire gourd was an old man in a plain robe. The old man's hair was scattered, and it looked a little untrimmed, but it did not give people a dirty feeling.

The old man held a wine jar in his arms and looked drunk and hazy.

"It's Senior Jiuzhang."

"Junior Junior Honors, please see Senior Wine Lord."

"Younger Guo Yunlian see Senior Senior Sovereign."

Suddenly, one by one stood up to see the ceremony.

"Okay, let's start now." The Venerable Master said unkindly, interrupting the salute.

His temperament has always been like this.

"Thanks to the invitation of Senior Jiu Zhan, now in the presence of Senior Jiu Zhan, I will show my ugliness when I gather together." A young man jumped up and fell on the Qiankun platform, standing tall with his waist Hanging a long sword, the momentum is compelling, his eyes flashing with sharp sharpness, sweeping across: "Which one comes above me?"

The so-called Tianjiao wine tasting conference is naturally not that simple, and everyone is a cultivator, based on the strength of the level, naturally it is a contest, otherwise it is the poetry to do the right thing, that is what the literati do.

Stand up to stand up to the heaven and earth, waiting for opponents.

"So, Lin Xiong will be your opponent." After a long roar, the wild young man leapt forward, rising into the sky with a powerful momentum, and falling like a meteorite.

With a thud, Qiankuntai shook slightly, and a ripple of dust spread from the feet of the wild young man Lin Xiong.

These two people are geniuses from the rising star, and they are not in the middle of the list. They shot, and they also have a bit of meaning.

"Brother Lin, take a sword with me." Jurong did not talk nonsense. When the words began, the sword at the waist was out of the sheath, and a sharp sword light sprayed out. The Sen Han diffused and turned into a stream of assassinations.

The sword was as cold as autumn water, and as fast as lightning, and instantly penetrated the air to pierce Lin Xiong.

"Come well." Lin Xiong laughed loudly, his long hair fluttered, his palm waved, and there was amazing power condensed in it, like a thunderous rolling vibration, and mountain-like vigorous force. Out.

The two men's cultivation practices are both mid-level and half-sacred, their strength is not weak, and their roots are strong. They are not very old. They belong to the genius-level cultivators.

While drinking wine, the Venerable Lord seemed to care nothing, but in fact everything was clearly seen.

"The strength of both men is good, stronger than the ordinary mid-level half-sacred level, but still not as good as the ordinary high-level half-level." Chen Zong secretly said.

The two fighting on the stage of Qiankun, on the level of genius, can only be regarded as a general level, or a quasi-Hou level, not yet the level of a real Hou level genius.

Even if their cultivation level reaches the high-order half-saint level, which is much stronger than the ordinary high-order half-saint level, but they cannot be included in the Hades, there is still a gap.

But in any case, whether it is Lin Xiong's palm technique or Jurong's sword technique, they are very brilliant.

The battle was fierce, sword light was rampant, palms were like mountains.

Lin Xiong's method is wild and magnificent, and his momentum is amazing. In the face of Jurong's swordsmanship, he has always been steadily playing without radicals, and a little bit of the power of Jurong.

Jurong's swordsmanship is fierce, as fast as lightning, and the speed of one sword and one sword is astonishingly powerful, but he is constantly resisted by Lin Xiong's palms.

Unconsciously, the power of Jurong continued to be consumed, but it was still difficult to break Lin Xiong's defense.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jurong's sword came to a slight pause, Lin Xiong's eyes shot out of a terrifying, arrogant breath, and came out like a dumping of Foshan Yue.

Under this palm, the mountains seemed to collapse.

Jurong's face suddenly changed, he quickly backed away, and at the same time, Yun Jian was flying, but Lin Xiong's palm swelled away, and the other palm stretched out quietly, only when he approached Jurong before his palm suddenly spit out, the terrible power burst Come out.

This palm suddenly made my eyes shine.

It turned out that this Lin Xiong not only had a vigorous attack, but also a delicate attack, making it more difficult to guard against.

This palm will repel the glory and repel the power of the glory in an instant. Lin Xiong's offensive is endless, his palms are like mountains, and they are flying like butterflies.

Boom!

Continuously down, losing opportunities again, Jurong was continually repulsed, his face pale.

"Concession." When it was good, Lin Xiong did not continue to attack, but bowed his hand.

"Concession." Jurong also knew that after he missed the opportunity, he fell into the disadvantage. If the other party did not stop and continued to attack, it would be difficult for him to find a chance to fight back.

The momentary loss was nothing, Jurong quickly adjusted his mind, and sat quietly on the Qiankun roulette, while recalling the battle of Fang Cai, looking for his shortcomings, and improving it so as not to commit it in the next battle One side is waiting for the next battle.

Since coming here, if you want to get Qiankun Sun Moon Wine, you must show yourself well and let the Venerable Lord see your ability, so that it is possible to get it.

Otherwise, it will be completely reduced to the audience.

Therefore, after the battle between Jurong and Lin Xiong, someone immediately leapt on the Qiankun platform and fought again.

Of the forty people who were invited, not many of them were on the list, only nine. There were four who were once on the list, and the remaining 27 were more famous among the younger generation. Yes, it is a rising star, and some even have the potential to make the list.

Of course, it's just potential, and it's still an unknown whether it will finally make the list.

After all, potential is not equal to strength, only hope is possible.

Fighting battle after battle, in front of the Venerable Lord, everyone showed their true abilities, but they did not deliberately hurt the other party.

How wise the wine lord is, whether it is high or low can be seen naturally.

Another battle is over. Basically, everyone will only fight once, or only one shot first, and then wait and see.

This battle is not blindly brutal, but also has to pay attention to some strategies.

"I am Zhao Yuan." The proud young man jumped on his head and landed on the Qiankun platform. His eyes were swept away, and he immediately pointed to Chen Zong: "Henyuan sword Chen Zong, I heard that your sword defense is extremely strong, Lin Heming is all I can’t break it. It happens that my sword is full of things. Come up and let me see if it’s your sword blocking my sword or my sword breaking your sword.”

Chen Zongyi was a little speechless.

Hundred Yuan Sword!

He was called by this name, but he said nothing.

Many titles are taken by others, and the title taken is often related to ability.

When he and Lin Heming battled each other, they showed that they would not break the sword circle and the Hunyuan did not break, so they won this title.

Chen Zong did not care too much, his title is more than this one.

For example, the previous vertical and horizontal swords, mind swords, etc., now there is an additional Hunyuan sword, that's nothing.

The name Hunyuanjian is not unpleasant. If it is an unpleasant title, Chen Zong will not accept it.

The provocation of being named by the surname was also on such occasions.

In this case, let's do something about it, and let the Venerable Master know his skills and see if he can win the Sun Moon Wine.

When he got up, Chen Zong stepped forward, his figure flashed over and appeared on the Qiankun platform.

Chen Zong ranked No. 105 in the Ming Bang, replacing Lin Heming, but a rookie in the Ming Bang. Everyone was quite curious about him.

Although there is some information about the origin of Chen Zong, it is too simple, and its ability is just a battle with Lin Heming.

Now, you can see it for yourself.

On a Qiankun roulette, a young man with purple eyes and long narrow eyes was disdainful, while the eyes of a black robe with a fierce look like Li Xielang flashed a trace of murderous glance, staring at Chen Zong.

Chen Zong was the culprit that led to the failure of Sirius Gate. He also killed many people at Sirius Gate, causing Sirius Gate to lose a lot. This hatred must be reported.

Now, let's take a look at the strength of this person.

Zhao Yuan’s cultivation practice is not very high. The mid-level half-sacred level is the same as Chen Zong’s disguise.

The Venerable Master just glanced at Chen Zong and Zhao Yuan and continued to drink, still in a drunken state.

"Take me a knife." Zhao Yuan sneered with a sneer on his face, and suddenly screamed. Immediately, a long knife from the waist came out of the sheath, and a sharp light fell like a landslide, and the power was amazing.

A thunderous anger, terrifying.

The strength shown by this knife is stronger than that of Lin Xiong.

"Yue Mo has the strength of an ordinary high-level half-sacred class." Chen Zong secretly said, it seems that Zhao Yuan is a Hou class genius, no wonder he has this confidence.

However, just the strength of the high-level half-sacred class will provoke yourself, and it is really a bit ignorant.

The other party has not seen himself fighting with Lin Heming, otherwise he would not be so arrogant to provoke himself.

This slash came like a thunder, and it seemed that Chen Zong was going to be split.

Zhao Yuan's merciless knife also made Chen Zong look cold and his eyes flashed a little cold.

The heavy dragon sword came out of the sheath, the dark sword light tore through the sky, and instantly shattered the opponent's Xueliang knife light. The moment the sword struck, a terrible force burst out from the heavy dragon sword. Like the outbreak of Foshan Hong, it was very brutal and directly drove Zhao Yuan back.

"Why don't you defend?" Zhao Yuan was repelled and shouted unexpectedly, responding to him, but with a dark sword light.

The sword light is majestic like a mountain, and rushes to thunder quickly, killing instantly.