Among the many schools of monks, sword cultivation is often the most simple one in battle, a sword comes from the east, the sword qi comes instantly, and most of them dissipate instantly, compared to the Buddha light Pudu of Buddhist cultivation, and the five elements of Taoist cultivation are more than a little worse in visual effect, but some people are quite envious of the chic sword cultivation, stepping on the flying sword sideways, and then hanging a wine gourd on the hilt, or white clothes fluttering, or green clothes handsome, the end is a kind of free and easy.

In fact, most of this stereotype comes from the sword fairy, the legend of the sword fairy is like this, flying swords in the air, drunk long songs, talking and laughing to cut off the heads of ten thousand demons, until now thousands of years later, most of the popular sword cultivation stories, the protagonist is dressed like this: white, thin, handsome, carrying a long sword, hanging a green jade wine gourd on the waist, and the eyebrows and eyes are all chic.

This kind of image is deeply ingrained in the hearts of mortals, but the sword cultivators themselves know very well that few people will really dress up like that, one is too eye-catching, no matter where they go, they will be pointed at and ridiculed by a group of monks, and the other is that most of the monks are busy cultivating, and the sword cultivators have to practice swords all day long in addition to practicing the exercises, how can they care about their own image? Not to mention the white clothes, many big sword cultivators wear such tattered clothes a year, anyway, the monks' clothes are not stained with dust, and there is no need to worry about the stench of their bodies because they are dirty.

Juque Zi belongs to the one who is too lazy to take care of himself, when he was in Qishan, he wore a simple Taoist green clothes, and sat for more than ten years, and when he returned to the sword gate, he changed into the suzerain's suit, and did not hang any jade and other decorations, because the Juque sword was too big, so even the sword was thrown on the sword platform of Juque Peak, and he rarely took it with him, at first glance, it looked like a poor Taoist cultivator.

He himself doesn't care about this kind of thing, since he was a teenager, he is not the kind of person who likes to be in the limelight, although when he was young, he took the domineering sword road, but because of a series of changes, he finally had to pick up the giant sword, became the head of the sword gate, and this also made him change the style of the sword, take the initiative to adapt to the thick and calm of the giant sword, this is not an easy task, he spent three years, before the giant sword was used, but unconsciously his character was also affected by something, the sharpness of his youth gradually lost its edges and corners, although there are often some jumpy moves, but more often, he is the dignified-looking Sword Gate Master in the eyes of outsiders.

He himself thinks there is nothing wrong, but the third junior sister often says that he is getting lazier and lazier, and sometimes he will angrily break into the main hall of Juque and point at his nose and scold him for being more and more embarrassed, and he doesn't even have the sharpness of the disciples in the door, and he never hides it in front of her, and he will show a side that outsiders have never seen, so in the face of the angry reprimand of the third senior sister, he often has a lewd smile on his face, and said with a smile that there is a job for the third junior sister to do, he walks around the landscape by himself, and secretly glances at the elders and disciples of the Qinglian Sect to change their clothes, and then provokes the third senior sister to pull out the weaving smoke sword irritably, and cut it in a mess。

It's been a long time since I've seen each other in those days.

Juquezi stood on the top of Juque Peak, looking at the Weaving Smoke Peak in the distance and was very emotional. Since the Weaving Smoke Sword fell into the forbidden land of the Spirit Ruins with her, this Sword Peak is no longer the fairyland-like appearance of the year, there is no clouds and mist, and there is no Yiren picturesque, after he returned to the Sword Gate, one day he deliberately rushed to the edge of the cliff of Juque Peak when the morning sun had not yet risen, looking at the Weaving Smoke Peak from afar, waiting for the sunrise.

But he was disappointed.

The sunrise of Jianmen is still magnificent, the red sun rises in the East China Sea, first lights up the edge of Lingxu Mountain, and then moves to Jianmen little by little, wakes up the nine peaks from sleep, Juque Peak is still the first one to see the early sun, the fire peak is still beautiful, the ice and snow on the six peaks are still reflecting the light, only the weaving smoke peak, can no longer see the sunshine in the clouds and mist, nor can you see the wonder of ten thousand rays passing side by side in the clouds and mist after the sun has completely risen.

This made Ju Que Zi very disappointed, and the joy of rebuilding the Sword Gate also faded a lot, he had seriously thought about whether the former Sword Gate could never be reproduced again, he was the same as Su Qi, he had read a lot of classics, and naturally knew that the rise and fall of the sect in this world was a common thing, no matter how powerful the sect was, there might be a time when it turned into ruins overnight, and the forbidden place next to the Sword Gate was not the best example?

Although the Sword Gate has been rebuilt, but the strength is weak, if you want to restore the strength of eleven years ago, I don't know how long it will take, and it is even more wishful thinking to restore the peak of history, this war to guard the Sword Gate, if there is no support from Zhongzhou and the barbarians, may have been defeated.

Even now, the situation is not rosy.

Ju Quezi's gaze swept over the battlefield, several half-emperors above his head were inextricably fighting, the old god of war of the barbarian clan was really strong, one dozen and two barely maintained the upper hand, Luo leaned on Zhu Yan's help and was also on an equal footing with the white carp, on Juque Peak, Tianyuan Realm was in a mess, Chen Changxiao was obviously red-eyed, nine swords were swimming wantonly in the air, almost all of the Tianyuan Demon Clan were within his attack range, but Ju Que Zi knew very well that such an offensive would not last long, and the patriarchs of the royal family had already gone off the battlefield, none of these people were vegetarians, and most of them still had a hand left at this time。

And from the fire peak is even more chaotic, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain everywhere there are people fighting, Ju Que Zi found Su Qi and Lu Celadon on the top of the mountain, these two people are mixed with the warriors of the barbarians, the swordsmanship is very fierce, provoked a lot of big demons to besiege, as for Zhao Riyue, he searched for a long time, only to find her in the camp of the Great Qin soldiers, she seems to have suffered a little minor injury, her body is stained with blood, but she still cooperates with the Great Qin soldiers to block the demon clan that is pouring in from the East China Sea.

They won't last long.

Ju Que Zi easily came to this conclusion, defending the Sword Gate was a big gamble, in his and Dao Yu's calculations, the winning rate was only thirty percent, although it was not high, but in order to prevent the Demon Ancestor from obtaining the Demon Sword, they also had to take this risk. And in fact, they also left a way out, Dao Yu still had a secret weapon in his hand, which was enough to shelter most people from the Sword Gate, but at this time, Dao Yu was entangled by several Tianyuan Realm demons, and he saw that there was no chance to use the secret weapon.

Ju Que Zi silently looked at Lihuo Peak, thanks to the strength of Tianyuan Realm, he could clearly see Su Qi's face, this young man he watched grow up was already covered in blood, but his face was tough, and he was not afraid at all, and Lu Qingci, this disciple he was very proud of, even in this chaotic battle, he was like a sword immortal, dashing, with a sense of elegance, as for Zhao Riyue...... Ju Quezi looked at her, stared at her for a long time, and laughed slowly, he remembered her timidity and shyness when she was a child, and also remembered her naughtiness and cuteness when she grew up, and now, he also remembered the way she looked when her face was covered with blood but still fighting hard.

Very good.

They all resemble the Sword Gate people.

They are all qualified sword cultivators.

Ju Que Zi turned his head, grasped the sword beside his hand, and said softly, "Old friend, are you ready?"

The giant sword let out a long roar, and several fiery red lines flowed out of the sword's body, merging into the body of the giant que.

There was a raging fire burning on his body, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was actually an incomparable sword intent, which was the sword intent of the forty-two generations of heads starting from the first generation of Juquezi!

A heavenly brilliance lit up from the top of Juque Peak, quickly startling everyone's eyes.