This time, it seems that everyone has become calmer, and no one is in a hurry to take the lead.

At this moment, a lazy figure walked out slowly, and when they saw him appear, everyone just glanced at him lightly, and did not feel too much pressure.

Drunk and sorrowful, no one except Ye Futian and them knew where he came from, only his name, his cultivation was acceptable, and now he was a seventh-rank prince realm, sword cultivation.

But the previous battles weren't particularly eye-catching, narrowly beating their opponents, so not many people cared.

Many people are thinking, drunk and sorrowful, who will he pick as his opponent?

"I challenge, Yan Jiu. Drunk Qianchou said in a lazy voice, with a calm smile on his face, but his deep eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.

Yan Jiu, the descendant of the Sword Saint Villa, after Yan Wuji, Yan Wuji was the second swordsman among the four major sword cultivators in Wasteland, and now he is not as high as the owner of the Snow Mansion in the Deserted Heaven List, but some people say that his swordsmanship attainments are not inferior to the Snow Swordsman, but the sword of the Snow Swordsman is a sword of killing, if it is a fight for his life, the world thinks that the Snow Swordsman will win.

In today's battlefield, Yan Jiu and Xu Que should be the ones with the highest swordsmanship, and many people are a little surprised to challenge Yan Jiu by Drunken Qianchou, but maybe this is the pride of sword cultivation, challenging the person with the strongest kendo attainments to prove his own sword, this drunken Qianchou is also worthy of admiration.

Yan Jiu stepped out, and swept towards Drunken Qianchou with an indifferent expression, Drunken Qianchou was not the opponent he wanted to challenge, but since Drunken Qianchou walked out, then he had no choice but to fulfill the other party.

The flow of sword intent is still the same as before, thousands of sword qi turned into a rain of swords in the sky, and killed the body of Drunk Qianchou, Drunk Qianchou drew his sword, and took his life soul as a sword, his sword of life and soul was as thin as a cicada wing, as transparent, when the sword was drawn, a sword curtain appeared around the body, and wisps of sword qi flowed from the body, cutting off the sword rain that came to the killing, above the void, a heavy sword appeared in the sword rain, falling from the sky, killing everything, as if to kill the body of Drunk Qianchou there.

"Sneer......" The sharp sword whistle came out, and the body of Drunk Qianchou moved, and he actually got rid of the suppression of the heavy sword, and the sword in his hand was as thin as a cicada's wing, extremely sharp, cutting through the sword rain, and his body moved with the sword, crossing a strange arc, and he directly broke away from the attack range of the heavy sword, and continued to move forward, heading towards Yan Jiu.

In the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, the sword demon's eyes flashed, and this sword shadow seemed to be familiar.

Yan Jiu's expression did not move, the sharp sword behind him burst into tinnitus, and thousands of sword intents converged, turning into nine swords, accompanied by his finger pointing towards one finger, and in an instant, the nine swords broke through the air and killed Drunken Qianchou, the nine swords did not go together, but the speed was different, as if deliberately staggering the time angle, and faintly blocked all the dodging routes of Drunken Qianchou.

The sealing sword style in the Nine Swords of Heaven and Man.

The nine swords came in an instant, drunk Qianchou glanced at it, and then his body was like a streamer sword shadow, and the sword in his hand continued to cut the sword qi, but his body did not stop at all, he turned into a ghost-like figure, and like a drunken person, he folded forward, and the sword light seemed to jump and shuttle forward, connecting into a perfect arc, shuttling past the last sword in the nine swords.

"How can Drunken Qianchou be so strong?" Qin Yin and the others from Jiuxian Mountain all showed different colors, isn't Drunken Qianchou a loose cultivator in White Emperor City? At the beginning, Li Xun had invited him several times but he refused, only to know that this person was addicted to alcohol, but now, he was able to fight with Yan Jiu.

Drunk Qianchou moves like flowing water, it seems to be easy, but in fact it is extremely thrilling, Yan Jiu's sword is so powerful, he will be pierced by a sword if he is not careful.

Lightning slashed through the void, killing Drunken Qianchou who was constantly approaching Yan Jiu, the light and shadow sword was like lightning, but at this moment, Drunken Qianchou's body suddenly burst out with an incomparably bright sword, and his speed became faster, as if he was no longer a person, but like a sword cutting an incredible curve in the void, like a sword streamer.

One after another, terrifying swords slammed into the void, and there was a violent roar, and the Light and Shadow Sword and the Shadow Sword stabbed into the air at the same time.

"Is this a drunken sword?" Someone in the Holy Dao Palace looked at the sword demon, and the drunken Qianchou also drank in the battlefield, and his body seemed to be drunk.

"This is not a drunken sword. The sword demon looked solemn and said, "This is the ghost sword." ”

The eyes of the people around the sword demon flashed, and a wave appeared in his eyes, the ghost sword that had disappeared for a long time?

In the middle of the battlefield, there was a phantom of drunken sorrow, and the afterimage was like an illusion, passing from different directions, descending on Yan Jiu's side like a ghostly figure.

At this moment, Yan Jiu closed his eyes, and the sword of the soul bloomed out, the heaven and the earth resonated, and the ten thousand swords in the void trembled together, and they rang out.

"Heavenly swords are infinite, ten thousand swords come out together, kill. Yan Jiu's words fell, his will and body seemed to be integrated with the endless sword intent in the vast heaven and earth, and above his body, an incomparably gorgeous brilliance was slashed, there were no dead ends, and all those who were close to him were killed.

Everyone only saw that many phantoms of drunken sorrow were one, and an incomparably dazzling sword light erupted there, and the bodies of the two were separated with a touch, when the sword light was dim, everyone saw that on Yan Jiu's face, there was a blood mark, and some people saw the sword light, Yan Jiu dodged, otherwise this blood mark would not be on the face, but on the throat.

As for the drunken Qianchou, it was even worse, he was covered in blood, shocking, but he still had an indifferent and calm smile on his face, and he was still defeated.

Sometimes talent can determine the future, no matter how hard he tries, he will still be shackled by talent, so he still loses to Yan Jiu.

"Who are you Ghost Sword Sorrow?" Yan Jiu said as he stared at Drunken Qian Sorrow, and many people realized that the two names seemed to be somewhat similar.

Back then, the Wuji Sword and the Ghost Sword among the four great swordsmen had a feud, and finally the famous Ghost Sword was abolished, and there were many rumors that he was dead, and there were also rumors that he lived an ordinary life incognito.

"Guess?" said with a drunken smile, then turned and walked away.

"Are you willing to enter my door?" At this time, in the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, the Sword Demon spoke, and Drunk Qianchou looked up at the Sword Demon and said: "Since I have met a famous teacher, I can't worship someone with the same name as a teacher, I hope the seniors will forgive me." ”

"You don't need to apprentice, you can just practice under me. "The sword demon said again, back then, the four major sword cultivators, the ghost sword was abolished is indeed a big pity.

Drunk Qianchou glanced at the sword demon, then knelt on his knees, and said: "Shizun once said that he and the sword demon's predecessors cooked wine and discussed swords back then, and he admired his predecessors quite a lot, if he could enter the seniors' disciple to practice, Shizun would be happy." ”

"Get up. The Sword Demon nodded: "I also want to see your master again when I have a chance." ”

"The master has passed away. Drunk Qianchou stood up, the sword demon was stunned for a moment, and then saluted into the distance, sighing: "There is one less sword in Huangzhou." ”

Drunk and sorrowful withdrew from the battlefield, everyone looked at his back and felt a little uneasy, Shizun was dead, but he didn't want to apprentice to the sword demon, this person has a backbone, Qin Yin They were even more surprised, obviously they didn't expect that a loose cultivator in the Jiuxian Mountain area turned out to be a ghost sword disciple, so to speak, when the ghost sword was abolished, he lived in seclusion in the White Emperor City in the Jiuxian Mountain area?

Ye Futian looked at the back of Drunken Qianchou, he saw that Drunken Qianchou's back was a little sad, and he didn't have the slightest joy, he chose to challenge Yan Jiu on this battlefield, presumably to regain the lost glory for his master, so that the world would remember his master, but he was defeated, so Drunken Qianchou was not happy.

Yan Jiu also had waves in his heart, drunk and sorrowful, and was accepted by the sword demon, but everyone knew the grievances between the Sword Saint Villa and the ghost sword, and the sword demon naturally knew it, so would the sword demon still be willing to let him get started in sword cultivation?

When he came to the Holy Road, in addition to seeing the Heavenly Pride of the Wasteland, he also had a purpose, that is, to enter the Sword Demon Gate, practice the sword demon's swordsmanship, and learn the strengths of a hundred schools in order to become stronger.

He is from the Sword Saint Villa, but he has not yet been taught, if he can learn from the Sword Demon, it is equivalent to the top two sword cultivation inheritances in Dehuang Prefecture.

But now, he wasn't sure what the Sword Demon thought, but he didn't care too much, his sword would prove everything, even if the Sword Demon didn't accept him as a disciple.

"The next battle. After Yan Jiu returned to his position, the old man on the ladder continued.

The first battle of this second round left a deep impression on people, and the strong duel between Yan Jiu and Drunken Qianchou also seemed to indicate the beginning of the battle between the strong.

Seeing that everyone didn't move, Bingyi glanced at Chu Shang, Chu Sheng hesitated slightly, and then saw Bingyi walk out by himself.

This earthly saint has an outstanding appearance, and her body exudes a cold and arrogant and noble beauty, and many people sigh when they see her, and now a person who walks out at random may be a Tianjiao figure of the top power in the wasteland.

It's just that who will this earthly saint choose as her opponent?

Bingyi came to the center of the battlefield, his beautiful eyes fell on Ye Futian's body, and he said, "You have come this far, and you should be out." ”

Many people's eyes fell on Ye Futian, did they choose him again?

Ye Futian stepped out, looked at this earthly saint, and said lightly: "You seem to be very prejudiced against me?"

Bingyi's eyes were calm, if he was prejudiced, maybe it was because Ye Futian was looking at her with unscrupulous eyes in the middle of the holy road, and besides, he opened the three major ruins in a row, and his cultivation was obviously not strong, but he did what many people wanted to do but did not do.

Now in the battlefield, I have come all the way here, and I don't know if it is accident or luck.

"I don't have a prejudice against you, it's just that now on this battlefield, you don't belong here. Bingyi's expression was as calm as water, he didn't belong to the people in the battlefield, so he should naturally be out.

She wanted to see a stronger battlefield and compete with her.

Ye Futian looked at Bingyi, did he belong to this battlefield, and when would it be Bingyi's turn to make this conclusion?

Perhaps, it's just that she thinks self-righteously, firmly believes that what she thinks is right, and where does she care what other people think.

"Ugly people make a lot of mistakes. Ye Futian smiled, Bingyi went to Yan Prison City to snatch the account of the Holy Decree before, so it will also be settled!

(End of chapter)