Traces of the sky, this is a lone sword style.

It was a sword style that Zhao Junyu's friend in the past, the Lingyun Sword Emperor, inadvertently created when he first entered the immortal realm.

The scars of the sky, formless and insubstantial, eternal and immortal!

Of course, Zhao Junyu himself has not practiced this sword style, but just painted a scoop according to the gourd, imitating a copycat version.

Empty has a shape.

But this is already not trivial, if it weren't for Zhao Junyu's imitation of the essentials, and the power of this cottage sword style was greatly suppressed, and in this light mask that can already isolate the middle stage of the merger, I am afraid that the entire Wangxiantai would have to be cut in half.

"This is a big pretense. Feeling the sharp pain in his body like hundreds of knives cutting tendons, Zhao Junyu scolded secretly.

This sword move, he used the distraction mid-stage cultivation as a forced exercise of pure death, and at least he had to pass the tribulation period to barely use it.

If it weren't for the fact that his strength was already comparable to the merger period, and his physical body was so powerful that he was perverted because of the practice of the Vientiane Body Refining Technique, I am afraid that the muscles and veins of his whole body would have burst out.

Mainly just now, a feeling of nostalgia for an old friend suddenly came up, and I didn't know why, so I casually followed the appearance of my memory, and drew a scoop according to the gourd.

If it was the Lingyun Sword Emperor himself who used the genuine version, then not to mention this Forgotten Worry City, even half of the Donglan Star was gone.

At this time, Zhao Junyu, although his body was in pain, he had to keep smiling.

No one noticed Zhao Junyu's pale face, but he coughed lightly and looked indifferently at Zhang Xingfei who was kneeling on the ground.

"You don't know the sword. Zhao Junyu gently spit out these words.

Hearing Zhao Junyu's words, Zhang Xingfei's body trembled violently, and he stared at the other party unconvinced.

He has been practicing swordsmanship for hundreds of years all his life, but people are reprimanded as not knowing swords, if the other party is not the one who just defeated him with a sword, Zhang Xingfei will have to fight hard.

"A stone and a sand can be a sword!"

"A piece of grass and a tree can be a sword!"

"In fact, everything in this heaven and earth can be a sword, the important thing is not the sword technique, nor the divine soldier, but the sword heart. ”

"You just know that sword cultivation overcomes thorns and thorns, and would rather bend than bend, and move forward, but do you know that sword cultivation must also be as noble as a sword, not kitsch, and not dusty?"

"Maintaining a pure and clear sword heart is the foundation of the way of the sword, so you don't understand the sword!" Zhao Junyu shouted violently, and it exploded in Zhang Xingfei's ears!

Zhang Xingfei stood in the light mask in a daze, and Zhao Junyu's words were like a giant hammer, smashing into his heart.

"I don't know how to use swords!"

"The sword heart is noble and does not cover the dust......"

Zhang Xingfei muttered to himself, and then sat on the ground with a dejected ass.

Compared with the physical trauma, the mental trauma was more serious.

For a while, the audience was silent.

Lin Qianchou, as well as Gui Zhangjiao, stared at everything in the light mask, his face twitching.

For a long time, Zhang Xingfei spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Haha, I see!"

"Thank you, teacher. Zhang Xingfei jumped up, and the depression just now was swept away, but he solemnly gave a student salute to Zhao Junyu.

"I'm losing!" Zhang Xing leaped out of the light shield and stood in the air, although there was still blood in his ribs, but his face showed a happy expression, as if a thorn in his heart had been pulled out.

"Returning to the sect, Zhang Mou will quit the Chongxu Sword Sect and resign from the position of Elder Keqing. ”

Zhang Xingfei suddenly turned his head towards the head of the Chong Void Sword Sect, gave a salute, and said lightly.

"Zhang Xingfei, are you crazy! How can you come and leave as soon as you want!" Gui Zhangjiao was shocked and asked sharply.

"My sword heart is covered with dust, and I am greedy for cultivation resources and sell myself to your faction, and today I am ashamed to be awakened by this teacher. ”

"I will return the resources I have received. ”

"Also, from the Holy Emperor, I will personally explain and confess! After Zhang Xingfei finished speaking, he didn't care about the reaction of returning to the sect, turned around and saluted Zhao Junyu again, and his body turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sky.

Everyone present opened their mouths wide, and then as if they understood something, they turned their heads and looked at the sect masters of the three sects strangely.

Gui Zhangjiao's face twitched, and everyone was annoyed and angry to the extreme.

Finally sat down slowly, dispelling the idea of getting up to chase Zhang Xingfei, but staring at Zhao Junyu coldly, as if looking at a dead man.

The latter still didn't bird him, took a pill on his own, and meditated inside the mask.

Just now, I pretended to cross several major realms, and I just used my old friend's sword style, which was cool, and my muscles and veins suffered a lot of backlash, and I had to hurry up to heal.

At this time, the situation on the field is that there is only one player left here in Sanzong and Forgotten Worry City.

Zhao Junyu and the mysterious white-gauze nun

The duel between the two determines the final ownership of several big bets on both sides.

The air was tense and almost suffocating.

The white gauze nun and Ying Ying stood up, and her beautiful and slender and seductive figure immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

I saw her flash slightly, and then she escaped into the light mask, looking at Zhao Junyu who was still meditating from afar with interest.

"Are you ready?" After a cup of tea, the referee asked softly at this time, at this time, he did not ignore Zhao Junyu, an unknown monk in the middle stage of distraction.

"That's it. Zhao Junyu opened his eyes and nodded, and slowly stood up.

After the referee announced the start, neither of them made a move for a while, and everyone below looked at each other, what are these two doing?

"You're funny, that's not who you really are. The white-gauze nun suddenly chuckled.

As soon as her voice fell, everyone in the audience looked straight over.

Especially the Sect Master of the Purple Sun Divine Sect, Lin Qianchou, even changed his complexion several times, frowning and looking at Zhao Junyu up and down, with a thoughtful face.

Zhao Junyu's heart sank, his disguise technique was not an ordinary way to cover his original appearance with breath.

Therefore, it is not easy for ordinary powerhouses who are several realms higher than him to see through.

Rather, it is a secret technique from the Phantom Clan, which almost completely transforms into another person's facial features, and he also passed this technique on to Snow Eagle.

And this woman can see through it at a glance, there are only two possibilities, she is in the tribulation period, but this is unlikely.

There is also the fact that she herself has practiced this secret art, or that she is a Phantom Clan herself.

"Little girl, Lao Tzu doesn't like women who talk a lot, come over and let Lao Tzu see if you look energetic!" The next second, Zhao Junyu laughed, the corners of his mouth showed an evil smile, and he hooked his finger at the white gauze woman.

Everyone had strange faces, just now this person still looked like a kendo master, and he drank Zhang Xingfei as the head, so that the latter was convinced.

Now like a mundane ruffian, there is no one who can switch between these two faces freely.

"You, shameless!" The woman in white gauze originally wanted to say a word to test Zhao Junyu and disrupt the other party's position.

However, I didn't expect the other party to be like a vulgar ruffian, and he came up and teased him.

You must know that when she cultivates to this point, her opponents are generally powerful at the same level, and even if she fights to the death, she will not make a joke, and for a while she was so angry that she was smoking, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"Death!" Before the words fell, the white-gauze woman had already disappeared out of thin air, and the air in place did not fluctuate!

This is...... Everyone was stunned, no matter how fast the speed is, or some weird body style, there will always be true yuan fluctuations, at least air fluctuations.

And this woman disappeared out of thin air, it's really weird!

"You are really a phantom clan!" Zhao Junyu laughed and slapped his backhand.

There was a muffled thud on the ground, and a powerful air explosion exploded several feet behind him.

Then the white-gauze woman appeared in the void on the other side, her dress slightly scattered.

With a hint of surprise in her eyes, she stared at Zhao Junyu.

"Who the hell are you, how do you know about my people?"

(End of chapter)