At night, there was silence in the General's Mansion.

Yuan Zheng didn't fall asleep, he really didn't have the heart to fall asleep.

First, this is Qi Guanzhou's place, and secondly, he is about to break through the Dao realm.

After cultivating the Vertical and Horizontal Holy Sword, Yuan Zheng had already reached the late stage of the Elephant Realm, and he endured that breath and did not enter the Dao Realm.

Now that he has surrendered to the fighting ghosts, Yuan Zheng has a new understanding of kendo.

Fighting ghosts is not a famous sword, at least Yuan Zheng has never heard of it, but in terms of edge, it is not weaker than a famous sword.

It's a pity that this time Yuan Zheng came to Jiuzhen County and didn't reach the Five Peerless Hall, nor did he see the enshrined Meridian Holy Sword.

"Forget it, I don't want to do so much, it's better to have a guy to use than nothing, and this fighting ghost can be regarded as a good one. Yuan Zheng muttered.

Sitting cross-legged, the true yuan in his body was turbulent and mighty, and when Yuan Zheng carefully comprehended, he vaguely captured the law of the avenue flowing around his body.

It's some scattered fragments of the law, which don't make it a climate, but it can also be truly felt.

The Dao realm is the thorough understanding and utilization of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, as well as awe.

Being able to capture the scattered fragments of the law, Yuan Zheng felt that the operation law of the true element in his body was a little more complicated than before, and even his understanding of the Canghai Liuhe was more profound.

He immersed himself in the sublimation of this feeling, not in a hurry, but step by step.

It wasn't until late at night that Yuan Zheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his whole body was much lighter, as if he could control a side of the world with every move.

Once you enter the Dao Realm, you are no longer considered a weak person, and for most martial artists, the Dao Realm is an insurmountable barrier.

Yuan Zheng entered the Dao realm when he was a teenager, and it can be regarded as a rare existence.

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Qi Guanzhou's attitude towards Yuan Zheng has always been very hot, the more this is the case, the more Yuan Zheng is jealous, and if he is targeted by someone like Qi Guanzhou, life is estimated to not be easy.

Fortunately, for the time being, Qi Guanzhou will not do anything to himself.

After wandering here for two days, Yuan Zheng didn't go to the Qinglou secretly by himself, he was very honest.

Before leaving, Qi Guanzhou led two thousand iron horsemen to escort Yuan Zheng for thirty miles, and it was not until Yuan Zheng walked on the official road that Qi Guanzhou led the army to leave.

The crotch is full of smoke and clouds, and the fighting ghost is worn on the waist, which can be regarded as majestic.

Yuan Zheng said to the two elder sisters: "I entered the Dao Realm, and in the early stage of the Dao Realm, I still don't know how advanced the realm cultivation of the two sisters is, is it a failure?"

Perceiving other people's realm cultivation is like recognizing people's appearances.

Some people, at a glance, know what kind of goods they are, at a glance.

And some people may think that he is a peerless master, but in fact, they will find out that it is nothing more than this after they have fought each other.

There are also some people who think that it is just a miscellaneous, inconspicuous little character, but when they turn their faces, they know the background of the family.

Huajiao touched the antlers of the five-colored deer, and replied indifferently: "The son is only a year of dancing elephants, and he already has a Dao realm cultivation, can it be regarded as a failure?"

Yuan Zheng was speechless, carrying the handle of the urn and the sound of the urn, the road ahead was rugged, there were few ruts, and if they were to go to the land south of the Yangtze River at their speed, it would take three or five days at most.

But Yuanzheng is not in a hurry, he just wants to go through the famous mountains and rivers of the Great Wei Dynasty and see the world, but he can't be too late to experience the scenery along the way, and he will be dragged into the busyness by the next thing.

The two mountains face each other, and in the middle is the turbulent Jiuzhen River, and there is a Jiuzhen Bridge on the river.

This bridge is the only bridge leading to the old South Vietnam, and it is also the best place in the strategic location, there is no war at the moment, and the Jiuzhen Bridge does not have the solemn atmosphere of three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry.

The Jiuzhen Bridge is very wide, about six zhang apart, twelve iron locks across the river, swaying slightly with the river, revealing the sound of wind chimes, like the sound of Jin Ge impacting.

On the other side of the bridge, there was a man fishing in the river, and the line was very long, dozens of meters long, and he thought to himself, even if he caught a big fish, I am afraid that he would not be able to drag it ashore.

Yuan Zheng slightly held the fighting ghost without a scabbard, and rode across the bridge first on the smoke and clouds.

The Demoiselle didn't react much, until Yuan Zheng was still about ten zhang away from him, he began to reel in the line, the river was turbulent, and he really couldn't see what kind of big fish he caught.

Yuan Zheng said: "If you can solve me here, it can be regarded as solving me on Qi Guanzhou's territory, and the strategy of leading the water to the east is very down-to-earth." ”

Demoiselle Weng was still reeling in the line, not in a hurry, and really let him fall into a black sturgeon weighing more than 30 catties in the river.

The sturgeon, which weighs more than 30 catties, swings slightly in the river, and its strength can rise by 100 catties at will, and if it swings violently, it can also reach 3 or 400 catties.

Only fishermen know how powerful a fish is in the water.

Dragged the fish ashore and put it into the fish vessel that had been prepared long ago, Demoiselle Weng put down the fishing rod in his hand without hurry, and then said: "The son has thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, and now there are two swordsmen, and I have also brought some old brothers this time." ”

Between the words, seven people in Tsing Yi who were tall, tall, fat and thin were different from each other, wearing hats on their heads and covering their faces with armor, walked from behind the Lisa Weng without hurry.

Yuan Zheng took a look at it, and they were all masters in the late stage of the Dao Realm, barely in the same realm.

Some have daggers in their hands, some have spears in their hands, some have swords in their hands, and some have axes and hooks and forks in their hands.

As an assassin, the guy who eats in their hands is quite distinctive.

Yuan Zheng said without hurrying or panicking: "I don't care who the people behind you are, but this Jiuzhen Bridge is the only bridge connecting old South Vietnam and the outside world, don't damage it." ”

"That's nature. ”

Thousands of miles of smoke and clouds flew into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the opposite shore, and when they opened their mouths, a pillar of thunder flame light shot towards the little fat man with the spear in his hand.

With the spear in his hand, the little fat man also had confidence in his heart, and in the face of the fierce offensive of Wanli Yanyunzhao, the spear in his hand shook slightly, and a spear flower was shaken, and this pillar of thunder flame light was returned to Wanli Yanyunzhao intact.

In mid-air, a brilliant arc burst out.

Yuan Zheng jumped off the smoke and clouds, held the fighting ghost with both hands, and slashed down vertically with a sword, the sword qi was magnificent, and a sword could break the mountains.

Extremely neatly, the beam of thunder flame that was bounced back was split in half, and slowly dissipated in the wind.

Lisa Weng didn't make a move, just stood at the head of the Jiuzhen Bridge, watched quietly, and let the rest of the seven old brothers finish it.

Because on the opposite side, there were two maiden swordsmen carrying sword boxes and riding five-colored deer, so that Lisa Weng had to take care of them.

Seeing this, the fat man who used the spear seemed to be interested, and took the initiative to rush towards Yuan Zheng, the spear stabbed suddenly, and a spear dragon flashing with a thunder arc burst out, without superfluous modification, just to fight with Yuan Zheng.

And the fat man himself, after the spear dragon rushed over, also followed, with the spear behind him, and seemed to have prepared a powerful return gun.

Yuan Zheng's sword simply fell, and the spear dragon collapsed in an instant, and the straight and condensed sword intent became even more majestic, and it fell straight towards the fat man holding the spear.

Seeing this, the fat man couldn't see his expression because his face was covered with armor, but his calf and stomach obviously made a swing.

He already knew that Yuan Zheng was in the early stage of the Dao Realm, but he didn't know that the sword in his hand was so sharp and his sword path was so powerful.

I can't hide from it.

In an instant, three more people killed Yuan Zheng, daggers, long swords, and hand axes, and attacked at the same time.

Yuan Zheng learned to use it lively, held the fighting ghost, and suddenly split a sword horizontally, and the violent and domineering horizontal sword was like a heaven and earth guillotine, and it fell on the bodies of these three assassins.

Kung fu is horizontal and vertical, and kendo is vertical and horizontal.

While!

Three loud bangs erupted at the same time, and the three assassins who were killed, in the blink of an eye, were cut off by the waist, blood flowers bloomed, fell from the sky, and it was estimated that they fell into the Jiuzhen River, and they would also feed the big fish inside.

Yuan Zheng took advantage of the fact that the little fat man with the spear in his hand had not completely avoided the previous sword intent, and directly slashed at the little fat man with a sword that Mount Tai pressed on.

Seeing this, the fat man's head was as big as a fight, and he had no choice but to set up the spear in his hand to block, but because of this, the position of his shoulder was pierced by the sword intent into a fist-sized blood hole, and he let out a muffled scream.

This sword momentum was powerful, and Yuan Zheng did not use any swordsmanship.

I just want to see how sharp the fighting ghost is...