Sword God

The vastness of the void, the flowing clouds like water, and the blue like the sea.

A huge figure flew past the sky, like the wind and the light, extremely fast.

It was a huge gourd made of ancient sapphire, nearly ten meters long, with a figure sitting back and forth.

Wine Lord!

Chen Zong!

After being assassinated by the black people on the same day, after Chen Zong took away the valuables in the other's ring, he reported the matter, causing great alarm.

After all, in the Xuanming District Xuanming courtyard, assassination of a Pingbang Tianjiao, what a major event, Xuanming City main house directly dispatched, the whole city to investigate.

The guards in the Xuanming District have also become more strict, the birds are difficult to get through, and the stronger are sitting in the town. The black people do not want to sneak in again.

In the following time, Chen Zong also practiced well, taking the power of elixirs and refining the elixirs to improve Qi and cultivating the body.

Immediately after taking the Elixir, he went to Guxuanlou to buy a batch, and continued to take cultivation, so that the practice of Qi and physical training gradually improved, approaching the mid-level half-sacred level.

Now, at the time agreed with the Venerable Jiu Zu, he left the Xuan Ming City with him.

Sovereign Lord is a powerful pinnacle in the Holy Land. The Sun Moon Pot is not only the secret of wine making, but also can be used for imperial flight at an amazing speed.

Sitting on the sun-moon pot of Qiankun, Chen Zongyou Zaozai, gilt Shenyuejian placed on both knees, holding the wine gourd in his left hand, it was just given by the wine master.

Originally, Chen Zong thought that the ten-year-old Kunlun Sun Moon Wine was only a catty and two catties, but I didn't expect the outside to look big, but the interior was uniquely mysterious, and it weighed a hundred catties.

One hundred catties of ten-kun ten-day sun and moon wine is enough for Chen Zong to drink for a long time.

This wine is also of great benefit to your cultivation.

With a sip, Chen Zong refined it and made his cultivation a little bit better.

"My famous wine lord, my old opponent, is called sword lord." The wine lord also took a sip of wine and said to Chen Zong.

"Sword Sovereign." Chen Zong said in silence, remembering this title.

"Although he is not listed in the Xuanbang, but his strength is much stronger than the general peak of the Holy Land." The Wine Lord continued.

The Zun Zun itself is very powerful. Although it is not as good as the Xuan Bang, it is not trivial. After all, Xuan Bang only has 108 places.

To become an old opponent of Wine Lord, the strength of Lord Knife is absolutely extraordinary.

"Senior Swordsman practiced his knives all his life, and he has amazing attainments in knives. He casts knives and sharpens them himself.

Chen Zong couldn't help but respectfully.

Sword practitioners may not necessarily build their own swords. After all, casting swords is a profession in the industry, which requires careful study. In addition, it is necessary to practice skills and swordsmanship. Time and energy are difficult to allocate.

The Sovereign Sovereign made his own knife, sharpened and practiced the knife, and all passed his own hands. He was extremely focused and single-minded. I didn't know what level of accomplishment was achieved in the sword.

Chen Zong could not imagine.

"As a disciple of Sovereign Swordsmen, you will also inherit the set of Sovereign Swordsmen, so his skill in swordsmanship is definitely not low, and his strength is absolutely not weak." Win, but at least not lose ugly."

This is a battle between their old opponents. Chen Zong is now posing as a disciple of Wine Sovereign. If he loses too ugly, Wine Sovereign is also disgraceful.

"Seniors are at ease, I should try my best." Chen Zongzheng said, but there is no big ticket to say that he can win, then it is not self-confidence, but blind arrogance.

Chen Zong doesn't know what the strength of His Swordsmen disciple is. Perhaps he is now unknown, but who can be sure that he has no strong strength?

Just like Chen Zong himself, who was also an unnamed generation before, but defeated Lin Heming and Li Xiewolf, now ranked 93rd in the Ming List, perhaps the disciples of Sword Sovereign also have the strength to be listed in the Ming List, maybe The ranking will be higher than that of Chen Zong.

If Chen Zongda said that he would win steadily, the Venerable Master would not believe it. On the contrary, he would feel that Chen Zong was too frivolous.

The wine gourd's flight speed is extremely fast, and it has reached the level of entering the peak of the holy realm. It carries the wine respecter and Chen Zong and quickly glides across the sky away from the Xuan Ming City.

Listening to Lord Jiu said, the sword house where the sword lord lives is in a green mountain and green water.

About a day later, the wine gourd flew into the mountains and then over the forest. The speed decreased and began to land. Below is a valley.

The stream is clear and clear, as if the rotation of the sun and the moon never stopped, and it went endlessly.

In the stream, there are pieces of pebbles of various sizes that have been washed by the smooth water, and the dazzling light is reflected by the sunlight.

A slender and muscular figure stood in the stream. The cold and sturdy young face was still on the ancient well, a cold, closed eyes, narrow and narrow eyebrows like a knife, and a faint sharpness faintly diffused.

The young man’s legs were slightly bent to the left and right and shoulder width apart, letting the running water wash over the bronzed and tough calf, his hands stretched forward to make a virtual grip, seeming to hold an invisible long knife, but in fact there was nothing, However, there is a trace of amazing sharpness in it.

be quiet!

Quiet!

Only the sound of the stream flowing is subtle, and only the breeze winds around the ear.

Heaven and earth seem to freeze at this moment, and time and space seem to stop at this moment.

Immediately, I saw that the young man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the extremely cold light burst out of his eyes, tearing the void as if the sword was out of the sheath.

Then, a terrible extreme edge emerged from his hands, as if the peerless sword was in his hand, and he instantly woke up with a shocking sharpness, and fell with a knife.

Silently, the air was torn, and a fine white knife mark fell like a silk thread. The water of the stream was split instantly, and it stretched directly for hundreds of meters before it stopped. The stream also paused for a moment, and the rear recovered. The knife marks washed away.

The stream remains unchanged, but if you look closely, you can see that the pebbles under the stream are split in half and the fracture is extremely smooth.

Immediately, the young man quickly raised his head, decisively and fiercely, his eyes flicked out, staring at the huge ancient jade gourd that landed.

In an instant, Chen Zong's eyes came into contact with this young man, and he felt the amazing sharpness diffused in the other person's eyes, and seemed to be assassinated by a long sword, trying to split himself.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and an astonishing sharpness shot out like a sword.

The sharpest eyes collided in an instant, igniting an invisible spark.

However, His Holiness swept the young man at a glance, and did not pause. Instead, his eyes were locked in a grassy house in the distance, and his arrogant breath turned into a storm, which seemed to destroy everything.

"Humph!"

Chen Zong was horrified, only felt the sudden cold hum like a sharp blade, cut through the sky to kill, directly collided with the spirit of the Venerable Master, and burst into a fierce storm.

"The knife maniac, I came as promised." The Venerable Master laughed, and waved, the storm formed by the striking collision disappeared invisible.

"Liquor maniac, is this your disciple?" The moment the words fell, a sharp light radiated out and fell on Chen Zong, making Chen Zong tremble with horror and tingling directly, it seemed that he was locked by the sky knife As if to take a breath, the terrible sharpness will tear his body, even with his soul.

Chen Zong stood still and didn't dare to breathe. The sharpness was so strong and amazing that it was simply beyond description.

Fortunately, the astonishing sharpness was not hostile, and Chen Zong also saw the source clearly, with a pair of eyes.

It was an old man with long hair and scattered eyes, and he could not see his face clearly, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as sharp as a sword that had just started, and could cut and tear everything.

Sword Sovereign!

Knife maniac!

A strong man who makes a living with a knife.

"Doesn't it look good?" Sovereign Sovereign retracted his gaze to Chen Zong's eyes and fell back on Sovereign Wine Sovereign's face, with a slight chuckle.

"Isn't it obvious? There are many people who don't like it." Venerable Jiu's rebuttal is also very sharp.

"You will know soon." His Holiness Sword smiled coldly, and there was a confrontation between his words. Immediately he opened his mouth to those who stood in the stream in the distance: "No Feng comes."

The young man made a leap, spreading his wings like a bird, soaring up into the sky, his arms fluttered, and they came out like an arrow from the string, almost to the extreme.

It felt like tearing the sky, and immediately fell beside Sword Sovereign, and Bi Gong Bi Jing stood.

"He is my disciple Wufeng, inheriting my mantle." His Holiness Dao introduced, his tone was plain, but there was a sense of pride, and he was obviously very satisfied with his disciples.

"This is my disciple Chen Zong, a genius of swordsmanship, and an arrogant man of heaven." Venerable Jiu also introduced.

When he heard that Chen Zong was a god of pride, Wu Feng's back spine suddenly straightened, and his eyes spurred an increasingly fierce awn. It seemed that the blade of light fell on Chen Zong.

"Which is the top of the list?" Venerable Sword was also a little surprised, and immediately asked.

"Ninety-three." Sovereign Wine said.

"Oh, it's only ninety-three." Venerable Sword seemed to disdain. In fact, he didn't look down on it, but deliberately attacked Sovereign.

"I remember one hundred and eight in the top list, but no one is called Wufeng." The Venerable Lord's rebuttal was still sharp.

"It will be there soon." His words revealed his confidence: "Be defeated, without him."

After the voice fell, the Sword Sovereign quickly backed away, giving way to the venue.

The Venerable Lord nodded to Chen Zong and then backed away to Chen Zong and Wu Feng.

This belongs to the confrontation between the two younger generations, and it also belongs to the indirect confrontation between Venerable Sovereign and Venerable Sword.

"Ming Bang Tian Jiao, defeat me, I can also be listed in the Ming Bang." Wu Feng spoke, his voice was a little deep, with a bit of metal-like sharp charm.

"You may not be able to do it." Chen Zongwei responded with a smile.

Suddenly, an amazing sharp breath burst out from Wu Feng's body, as if the sword was out of the sheath, tearing the air towards Chen Zong.

At the same time, a terrible edge was forced out of Chen Zong, tens of meters apart and collided with the momentum of the blade without a blade, making a burst of sharp noise, flying sand and rocks, the ground was drawn out by invisible force The traces after another quickly spread away.

"Then you take my knife first." Wu Feng's words suddenly sounded, and the moment he fell, I saw his hands clenched into a knife, and suddenly slashed forward. Without a knife in his hand, Chen Zong looked solemn.