On the shore of Bishui Lake, Zhao Xiaochen took a calm breath, clenched a huge broken sword with both hands, took a deep breath, staggered his feet, bent into a lunge, and lifted the sword up with force.

The black hair on his head was windless, fluttering backwards, and a purple aura instantly covered the entire broken sword.

Drink!

With a loud shout, Zhao Xiaochen slashed forward with all his might, the blade of the sword cut through the cool breeze, making a squeaky breaking sound, and it was unstoppable for a while.

Boom!

There was a towering splash, the splash splashed to both sides, and the blue water lake was split out of a three-zhang long sword mark, deep to the bottom, and the sludge under the water could be faintly seen, and after a while, the lake began to flow back, swallowing up the sword marks.

Putting down the huge broken sword in his hand, Zhao Xiaochen's face showed a trace of joy, the Broken Flow Sword Technique was finally refined by him on the last day.

Turning around, he shouted to Elder Jun who was standing on a boulder in the distance, "Elder Jun, I have finally practiced the Broken Flow Knife Technique!"

"Well, it's still a little bit off, but it's not bad. Jun Lao nodded, he was not surprised by the Broken Flow Sword Technique that Zhao Xiaochen had refined in only three days, and others might not have refined in a month, as if all this was taken for granted.

"This sect's disciple collection conference is finally somewhat certain. Zhao Xiaochen scratched his head, picked up the broken sword, and walked towards Jun Lao as he spoke, and after coming to Jun Lao's side, he looked at Jun Lao with a puzzled expression and said, "However, this Broken Flow Sword Technique is only a martial art of the lower grade of the Yellow Rank, how can it be so powerful?"

As one of the lowest-level martial arts in the Martial Pole Continent, in the hands of a cultivator in the Gathering Spirit Realm, it is impossible for the Broken Flow Sword Method to split the three-zhang long lake with one sword, which Zhao Xiaochen is very clear about.

If a cultivator of the Gathering Spirit Realm wants to split the water of the Sanzhang Lake, the martial arts required must be at least the upper grade martial arts of the Yellow Rank, and in addition, they can only do it if they have a cultivation above the Transformation Sea Realm.

This is where Zhao Xiaochen is puzzled, the Broken Flow Sword Method is not a high-grade martial art of the Yellow Order, and he does not have the cultivation of the Sea Realm, how did he do it?

"Hehe! This is the reason for the aura cultivated by the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Sword Technique, the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Sword Technique is different from other exercises, and most of the exercises are at most to change the attributes of the aura and achieve the effect of enhancing the strength of the cultivator. ”

"But the aura of the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Sword Technique is different from them, and what it cultivates is more like aura than sword qi. Jun Lao smiled lightly and stroked his beard.

"Sword Qi?" Zhao Xiaochen's face was puzzled.

"That's right, sword qi, haven't you noticed that after the aura covers the broken sword, its blade has become extremely sharp? Now your cultivation is too low, this sword qi is not obvious, and when you have a certain amount of cultivation, you can condense the spirit and turn the sword, and killing people thousands of miles away is just a matter of hand, which is something that other exercises can't do. Speaking of this, there was a faint pride in the words of the elder Jun.

"I see, that's ......" was a little shocked by the power of the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Sword Technique, Zhao Xiaochen subconsciously licked his lips, when he had just cultivated, he felt a faint sword sound in the dantian, I didn't expect it to be the case, no wonder the power of the broken stream would be surprisingly great.

"Xiao Chen, your aura has been consumed too much in the past few days, and the pressure on your meridians is too great, so it's better to quickly meditate and recover! lest the meridians be damaged, don't ......" The old gentleman who was talking suddenly had a condensed look in his eyes and his face changed slightly.

"Elder Jun, is this so?" Seeing that Elder Jun's face suddenly became wrong, Zhao Xiaochen became nervous.

I saw Jun Lao turn around and stare at the dense woods on the shore of Bishui Lake, after taking a breath, his face suddenly relaxed, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing, it's just that a little guy is coming." ”

"Little guy?" Zhao Xiaochen was even more puzzled, and just wanted to say something more, when his face suddenly moved.

Rustle!

There was a restless sound of leaves and green grass, and the thick grass under the trees swayed back and forth, and a hungry wolf emerged from the grass.

This is a tall wolf, with gray-brown hair, a shriveled stomach that seems to have not eaten for a long time, transparent mucus flowing down between the sharp teeth, and a pair of cold eyes staring at Zhao Xiaochen with deep greed in his eyes.

It picked up its steps and slowly walked towards Zhao Xiaochen.

"This is, Jungle Wolf!" Zhao Xiaochen's eyes froze, and the huge broken sword was raised in an instant, and the tip of the sword was facing the hungry wolf coming from his back.

The jungle wolf stopped strangely five meters away from Zhao Xiaochen, and began to take Zhao Xiaochen as the center, and circled half a circle, for a while, not a single foot stepped within five meters?

Zhao Xiaochen did not relax for this, but stared closely at the jungle wolf, the jungle wolf, the demon beast in the middle stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, well, that is, the cultivator who is equivalent to the fifth layer or so of the Gathering Spirit Realm, the need realm is not high, but he is extremely good at sneak attacks, and has a lot of fame among the low-level demon beasts.

Looking at this lonely jungle wolf, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Xiaochen's eyes, and he glanced at the dense forest behind the jungle wolf slightly, but there was no movement, which made the suspicion in his heart even worse, and the pressure in his heart became heavier.

Jungle wolves, a kind of social creature, often come out in search of food, often three or five together, and will never appear alone. Unless, Zhao Xiaochen's eyes condensed, and he observantly glanced back and forth among the gray-brown fur of the jungle wolf.

For a moment, a smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Xiaochen's mouth, and he saw that the gray-brown hair of the jungle wolf had three hidden scars, the scars were long, from the front hooves to the hind hooves, and some red flesh was tumbling, obviously the injuries suffered in the past few days. The reason why I didn't see it before was just because it was covered in thick hair.

A tall and wounded, but lone wolf, then there is only one possibility, it is a wolf king, a wolf king who has been ousted from the throne, without wolves, it can only hunt alone.

At this time, the Jungle Wolf King seemed to be a little impatient, Zhao Xiaochen stared at it tightly, so that it did not have any chance to attack, his eyes devoured the cold light, and he circled around half a circle, gradually approaching little by little.

Bent his waist, and gradually came to three meters away, suddenly, the Jungle Wolf King jumped and attacked Zhao Xiaochen's left, Zhao Xiaochen hurriedly turned around, who knows, the Jungle Wolf King was extremely cunning, got up and jumped again, and suddenly came to Zhao Xiaochen's right.

Zhao Xiaochen was shocked, covered with cold sweat, and the Jungle Wolf King had already reached his feet at this time.

The Timberwolf King twisted his feet, jumped up, opened its bloody mouth, and bit down on Zhao Xiaochen's throat.

"Cut off the stream!"