Seeing that Di Bai actually blocked his own Sky Devouring Sword, Jiu Ling's face was already extremely ugly. After seeing his provocative gesture again, he was even more furious, and the flames in his chest almost erupted.

However, compared to his anger, the scattered cultivators were even more surprised.

With their eyesight, they could naturally see that the Sky Devouring Sword of Jiuling just now was not weaker than the Sea Dividing Sword of Qing Blood Jiao, but when Di Bai faced the Sea Dividing Sword before, even if he broke an air sword, he still paid a lot of price before carrying it.

But now in the face of the equally powerful Sky Devouring Sword, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort except that his face was paler, and it was only a few hours before and after, but the result was very different.

This kind of understanding is really a bit shocking!

"Worthy of being Di Huang's grandson"

Grandma Wu's bellows-like voice sounded, and she praised Di Bai rarely.

"I'm afraid that in the future, I am afraid that it will be another Eastern Heaven War King"

Lin Wu, who had not spoken much, groaned slightly for a moment, and said what many people were thinking at the moment.

And Zang Tian and the others also sighed after hearing this, although they didn't want to admit it, but what Lin Wu said was right, with the talent that Di Bai showed now, he would definitely not be weaker than Di Jing in the future.

Even, compared with today's Di Bai, Di Jing was actually inferior to the latter.

This little boy, it is almost an ironclad fact that he will be able to become a king in the future.

But the facts are the facts, thinking that his heirs will be suppressed by the little boy in front of him in the future, most of the loose cultivators are a little unhappy.

There is Di Huang in the front, now there is Di Mirror, and there is a Di Bai in the back, and the Di family perfectly interprets what it means to be blue out of blue is better than blue, and one generation is stronger than the next.

"When is it a head?"

One of the casual cultivators in the crowd looked up to the sky and sighed, saying a lot of scattered thoughts.

According to this trend, as long as Di's exists, I am afraid that there will never be a day when scattered cultivation will never come out.

"Without Di's, are you going to guard the East Heavenly Gate?"

Just as the scattered cultivators sighed, Grandma Wu made a different sound.

As if they had been choked by their throats, the many scattered cultivators who had just sighed couldn't make a sound in an instant as if they had cotton stuffed in their throats.

Yes, who will guard the East Heavenly Gate without the Di clan? For thousands of years, everyone has been accustomed to the protection of the four royal families, but they have never thought about what they would do without them.

"If there is no Dick, this ......" "This ......"

Many of them were muttering to themselves or discussing in whispers, but after a while, they all turned red-faced.

Usually they didn't feel it, but when they thought about it carefully, they found a sad truth.

Without the Di clan and the four royal clans, if you rely on them, I am afraid that the human race will fall apart in an instant. After analyzing it like this, and thinking about what they just said, even if they were thick-skinned, they couldn't help blushing.

This is equivalent to eating other people's food, drinking other people's, and in the end thinking about how to overthrow other people. It's a bit inappropriate, but that's what it means.

Thinking about it in this way, the scattered cultivators naturally felt ashamed.

Glancing at the scattered cultivators who were blushing like a monkey's buttocks, Grandma Wu snorted coldly

"A handful of years have lived to dogs"

Hearing this, Lin Wu's faces were also a little red, especially Zang Tian, a black face was almost as translucent as a red-hot charcoal. Although they didn't echo everyone just now, they still somewhat agreed with that point of view in their hearts, and they all felt quite ashamed now.

The words were divided into two ends, and just as the scattered cultivators were immersed in shame, there was a new movement on the sword platform.

Provoked by Di Bai's provocative gesture, the anger in Jiu Ling's heart had reached a peak, and the sword trick in his hand was pinching, but the next blow was already brewing.

"See, this is the shortcoming of Wang Bajian, he can't continuously draw out the sword at all, and every blow requires a moment of pranayama"

Harley directly took Jiuling as an example and taught Di Bai on the spot.

Di Bai nodded, indicating that he had noticed.

Indeed, Jiu Ling's blow just now was very strong, and it was not inferior to the sea sword of Qing Xuejiao, and it was even better in some aspects. However, his spiritual sense still sensed something special.

For example, after Jiu Ling released that sword, his aura plummeted, almost only at the initial level of soul refining.

For another example, at this moment, although his breath has recovered to the level of half-step innateness, there is a trace of vanity in his heart, and it is not as complete as it was at the beginning.

The half-step nine-gilt sword canon, after all, is only half, and it can't be cultivated as an ancient sword.

To cut the grass to remove the roots, to fight the snake to die, this sentence was regarded as a guideline by Di Bai. And looking at Jiu Ling, who was pinching the sword trick on the other side, he felt that if he didn't do something, he was really sorry for the opportunity given by the other party.

Well, don't blame me.

With a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, Di Bai's right hand pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and swiped down hard, and a sword qi filled with thunder light flew out from the sword pattern.

After controlling the sword qi to circl and fly around his body, showing his agility and ease, he made a lip gesture at Jiu Ling on the opposite side

"Wang Bajian, after all, Wang Bajian"

As soon as the words came out, the sword technique in his hand was constantly changing, and Jiu Ling, who was surrounded by sword qi and endless swords, was enthusiastic, and his delicate face instantly turned red.

Wang Bajian, of course he knows what Wang Bajian is.

That was the sword technique practiced by sword slaves in ancient times, and they were not even sword cultivators, they could only be called sword slaves. And he, the next generation of sword-bearers in the Nine Dusts lineage, is practicing half of the Eight Swords.

He is equal to half a sword slave.

This is the biggest mustard in his heart, and it is also the biggest scar in his heart.

He was born close to kendo, and when he was three years old, he attracted thousands of sword qi in the sword pavilion in the valley to greet him, and after he practiced kendo, his cultivation was even more rapid and unhindered.

The master said that he was a sword immortal body, a first-class sword cultivation physique.

He vividly remembered the eagerness in Master's eyes when he looked at him, a ray of hope, a hope for the future.

Since then, he has known that he is different from others, others need to learn the sword trick for a year, and he can roll the melon in a month, and memorize it like a stream. Others had to practice hard for years, or even decades, before they could barely get the approval of the sword qi from the Sword Pavilion, but he could choose at will.

He seems to be the son of kendo, and some people even say that he is the manifestation of kendo.

And when he entered the soul refining, he was even more designated as the sword bearer of the next generation, that is, the head of the next generation.

After a long time, he felt superior to others, and even looked down on the rest of the sword cultivators. Even if it was his senior brother, the Nine Origin Sword Immortal, he only regarded him as a protector, and he didn't really see him as a senior brother.

Because he felt that he was sent by God to save the declining kendo, and when he stepped into the immortal rank, he could revitalize the kendo, and recreate the grandeur of the ancient kendo.

However, all of this was destroyed after he learned that the sword book he practiced was half of the ancient sword codex. He couldn't tolerate that what he was cultivating was the sword book practiced by the ancient sword slave, this shouldn't be, he should practice the purest ancient sword codex.

During that time, he almost went mad, thinking about this day and night, and the word sword slave was like a huge scar across his heart.

He hated, he was angry, he resented, he blamed God for why he didn't let him be born in the prosperous era of ancient swordsmanship, but let him be born in the future of this decline of swordsmanship.

God is jealous of talent, this is his interpretation of his situation.

If he could cultivate the Ancient Sword Codex, then he must have entered the innate at this moment, he often thought like this.

It took three months for him to slowly come out, because the master told him that there was no ancient sword book in this world except for the sword king, and the sword book of the Nine Dust One Vein was already the top.

In this way, after knowing that the sword book he practiced was the top in the world, he gradually calmed down.

Since the sword code I practiced was the top in the world, when I reached the peak of my cultivation, I went to the sword king to ask for the ancient sword codex. This is his idea, and it is also the motivation for him to cultivate his sword.

Relying on this motivation, he had only cultivated to a half-step innate realm at the age of fifteen, and even in the prosperous era of ancient sword cultivation, he could be called a generation of Tianjiao.

However, it doesn't matter if it's a creation that makes people, or if the world is impermanent.

Di Bai was born, not only refining the fairy sword Taixuan, but also rumored to have practiced the ancient sword book "Zhenlei Sword Technique".

Jiuling's first reaction when he heard the news was disbelief, but as the news gradually spread, and the news of the sword mound came, he could only reluctantly accept this fact.

But unconsciously, he found that he hated, or rather envied, Di Bai.

There has always been a voice in his heart: I am the first day of kendo, and I am the revitalizer of kendo!

And this is also the reason why his previous performance was so unbearable, because he wanted to prove to the world that he was the first genius of the way of the sword, and that he was the best descendant of the ancient sword cultivator.

Now, this long-hidden wound was torn open by Di Bai bloodily.

Anger, jealousy, murder, all kinds of emotions hit his heart. At this moment, countless negative emotions filled his heart, Jiuling's heart, and it was chaotic.

"I'm not a sword slave, I'm a sword cultivator in the Nine Dusts One Vein, and I'm a future sword immortal ......"

Muttering to himself, he was constantly hypnotizing himself, trying to calm himself down.

But the more he spoke, the more confused his heart became.

Jealousy, shame, resentment, anger, he doesn't want to face these emotions, he doesn't want to admit that he is a sword slave, he can only escape, he can only keep avoiding.

Finally, like a trapped beast, Jiuling erupted.

"Give Me Death"

As if he frantically slashed towards Di Bai's sword, but his strength was already drained in a big mood, how could he still have even half a point of momentum just now, the golden water-like sword and Di Bai's three-foot sword domain were directly wiped out without a trace.

"Three moves have passed, it's time for you to hit the road"

Di Bai smiled at Jiuling, revealing his cold white teeth.