September, the season of eagle flight.

On the mountain behind Jifu Temple, lightning and thunder, rain and snow are flying, and the purple phosgene that rushes to the sky illuminates half of the night sky.

Raised, a blue light practiced, across the sky, tearing through the purple sky.

Patches of snow danced wildly in the wind, crashing against lightning bolts, and making a continuous popping sound.

In the wind and snow, Ye Changsheng was dressed in black, standing suspended in the air, and the Mu Tianzi sword in his hand still exuded a cold air.

Opposite him, Wu Zhen was dressed in white, and the Zixiao Sword in his hand was still fluttering with purple lightning.

The surprise in his eyes slowly receded, and he said without a smile: "Wuxin, your strength has improved again!"

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly: "Even if you are promoted, you are far from being your opponent." ”

It's not that you're being immortally humble, he's telling the truth.

In the past two years, not only his strength has grown, but so has his strength.

As one of the Buddhas of the Fayan Sect, Wuxuan's talent for cultivation naturally goes without saying, and he is not under Ye Changsheng at all.

There are unimaginably powerful cultivation resources behind him, how can the growth of strength be slower than Ye Changsheng?

Two years ago, Wu Zhen was a half-step supreme, and now, he is already a half-step powerhouse, with one foot, he has already stepped into the innate realm.

Moreover, as the guardian of Buddhism, Wuzhen takes the mission of slaying demons and eliminating demons, and under the tempering of countless battles, his combat experience is even higher than Ye Changsheng.

Wu Zhen heard Ye Changsheng's truth, but there was no comfort at all, but he was a little shy.

He shook his head, a little puzzled: "Your sword momentum, as well as your murderous intent, how did you refine it?"

Ye Changsheng was on the path of cultivation, there were not many people who accompanied him to feed him, and Ye Changsheng could not fight much, it was simply a handful.

Since there was no one to spar and rarely participated in actual combat, how could Ye Changsheng develop such a powerful sword momentum and a cold and steady killing intent?

Even if he is unremarkable, he can't compare to Ye Changsheng in terms of sword momentum, how can he not feel frustrated?

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "If your parents were killed but you were unable to take revenge, and you were sick and disabled for three years, you must have a stronger murderous intent than me." ”

Wuzhen shook his head: "Shouldn't it be angry?"

Changsheng smiled, "So, I'm a swordsmith, not a cultivator. ”

The corners of Wu Zhen's mouth twitched slightly, Okay, you are not only a swordsmith, you are also a swordsmith, although you are not a cultivator, but even if your strength is placed in those famous sects, you are a proper elite disciple.

Of course, a real elite disciple will definitely not be a parallel commodity like Gongsun Kang.

Wu Xuan raised the Zixiao Sword in his hand, and said with high fighting spirit: "Come again!"

Whether it was the Zixiao Sword in his hand or the Mu Tianzi Sword in Ye Changsheng's hand, they were all new swords.

The new sword is inevitably a little dry, which is the same as the porcelain that has just come out of the kiln, but the porcelain removes the dryness in a gentle way, and the new sword removes the dryness, which is naturally reconciled through battle.

If it weren't for this, the Refiner Guild would not have lent Zixiao to Wuzhen, and Ye Changsheng would not dare to take the Confucian sacrificial sword and fight Wuzhen here.

Ye Changsheng raised the Mu Tianzi sword in his hand, and said with the same fighting spirit: "Okay, come again!"

It's a rare opportunity to make a move with Wuzhen, and he's about to leave the capital, so I don't know when I'll be able to meet Wuzhen again.

After obtaining the title of Sword Casting Master, Changsheng accepted the commission of Wenshan Academy and secretly cast this Mu Tianzi sword.

Compared with casting Zixiao, casting Mu Tianzi's sword was more exquisite, so it took Ye Changsheng nearly a month to successfully cast Mu Tianzi's sword.

The successful casting of Mu Tianzi's sword also drew a successful end to Ye Changsheng's trip to the capital.

Even without the urging of the Demon Gate, Changsheng didn't want to stay in the capital anymore.

Although the relationship between him and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has eased, and the King of Beihai has also put away his murderous intentions towards him, the capital is a place of right and wrong after all, and it is a place that is inherently depressing.

Rather than this, it is better to return to Sanshui Town and be free.

Moreover, he has already shown too strong a strong edge in the capital, and he should act in a low-key manner at this time, and it is better to completely disappear from the eyes of the public.

Boom, boom!

The back mountain flashed and thundered again, thunder bursts, and purple and blue long exercises pierced the night sky.

"Boom!"

An ice peak on the cliff of the back mountain collapsed, and the ice cubes that were torn apart flowed down like a waterfall, and the powder mist of ice chips evaporated.

Ye Changsheng and Wuzhen stopped at the same time, looking at the collapsed ice peak, and couldn't help but smile bitterly at each other.

After all, this is the territory of Cifu Temple, and every peak in the back mountain is exquisite, and it can't be beaten anymore.

The two of them cast their shapes at the same time, passing through the misty ice fog and landing on the opposite cliff.

The black hair turned white, and the eyebrows turned white, and Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile faintly.

He looked at Wuzhen and asked curiously: "Wuxuan, as far as I know, the magic bell has not been out of the mountain for a long time, and it shouldn't be too late to be full of evil, why did you chase and kill her in the first place?"

If it were in the past, Wu Zhen would definitely say it very "officially", and everyone would be punished for demons and evil ways.

But now that Ye Changsheng has stepped into their circle with one foot, such a scene is naturally unspeakable.

Wuzhen hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully: "The little monk chased and killed her for the sake of cultivation, and she was chased and killed by the little monk for the same time as for cultivation." ”

Changsheng pondered: "Only in a hostile situation can you burst out with all your combat strength, stimulate your own potential, and improve your strength." ”

Wuzhen shook his head: "It's not all like that, although the Buddhism Sect is hostile to the Demon Gate, it also maintains contact, and the little monk and the Demon Bell fight each other in order to understand each other." ”

Suddenly, Master Xuanguang once told him that the Demon Gate has existed for tens of millions of years, and the background cannot be underestimated, and the Buddha Gate does not want to break out a large-scale conflict with the Demon Gate until it is forced to do so.

Otherwise, the entire world will experience a terrible catastrophe that will even shake the foundations of the plane.

You must know that there are countless parallel planes in our world, some are being generated, some are being destroyed, and all planes are under the laws of their own planes, maintaining their own operations.

There is no escaping the fact that Buddhism and Demon both live on the same plane, so the fight is a fight, but it must also follow their own bottom line.

It is precisely because of the helplessness of reality that although the Demon Gate has been driven by the orthodox forces to the Uncovered Domain, one of the four major domains, the penetration of the Demon Gate into the other three domains has never stopped, and it has never been completely blocked.

Ye Changsheng's mind just passed for a while and he didn't think much about it, as long as he didn't chase the magic bell, he would be at ease.

The trip to the treasure of the Shura King, the magic bell is also going to go, in case the magic bell is targeted by Wu Zhen, wouldn't it be troublesome?