Just when Xia Ziqing was heartbroken, and a group of juniors and disciples tried their best to dissuade him, Yan Chixia had already walked in front of the mad knife, he smiled at the mad knife, as if talking to himself, and as if responding to the question of the person behind him, "Master I said that when you meet a strong person, you have to learn from him, even if you know that you are invincible, you can't retreat, because the moment you show your back, you are doomed to eternal failure, and you will no longer be able to defeat your inner demons to reach a deeper level." ”

Crazy Dao showed an interested expression, "Oh? Your master has some knowledge, but aren't you afraid of planting a demon that will never be able to defeat me?" To tell you the truth, my cultivation is the Nine Tribulation Golden Immortal, and according to the Supreme Luo Golden Immortal, it is only one step away. ”

Maybe it's because of the intention of cherishing talent, or maybe it's the feeling in the dark, even if it's an arrogant mad knife, he doesn't dare to look down on this person, as if this person's body really has the power to fight against him.

Nine Tribulation Golden Immortal?That's right, now the seemingly incomparably beautiful Crazy Knife has gone through nine tests, and only the last level of affection is missing, he can step into that realm and appreciate the scenery that he has never seen before.

At this time, the mad knife had begun to release its coercion, and once it was released, the fierce and domineering aura spread straight in all directions, making everyone present understand that he was not talking in vain.

"This ...... This is the sense of oppression brought by Jin Xian, he has really reached that level!"

"It's such a terrible cultivation, but when did Nan Xiuzhen come out with this person?"

"He may not be a person from Nan Xiuzhen, nor may he be a Daomen, it is likely that some old monster who has escaped from the world is here to make us happy. ”

The whispers in the field came and went, and the reason why they didn't make other guesses was because Confucianism had long since ceased to set foot in the rivers and lakes, and the route taken by the mad knife was very different from the magnanimity of Buddhism.

"Actually, I knew it from the beginning, and I knew that I was definitely not your opponent. ”

Everyone was retreating, even the few Golden Immortal figures in the field were retreating with the crowd, because they understood that it was not easy for them to cultivate for thousands of years, and they were not willing to offend a budding mad knife for unwarranted reasons. But there is only one person who catches the wind, and he is Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia smiled and walked away, even if he couldn't move forward much, he still continued to move forward with a persistence that he didn't understand.

Maybe he wanted the master with a lot of silver hair to see what kind of apprentice he had taught, maybe he wanted to set an example in front of his disciples and tell them what perseverance was, or maybe he wanted his father to show what kind of son he had discarded.

I'm Yan Chixia, I don't have the talent of intelligence and agility, all I have is persistence.

I am Zhiqiu Yiye, an orphan who was accidentally picked up by the master in the maple leaf forest.

I have no chance to do my last filial piety for my mother, who is worried about labor, I can only use my own attachment, with an obsession that others can't understand, to make myself stronger.

Because I know that every time my cultivation improves, my master's frowning brows will stretch by a point, and every time my strength improves, I will also take a step forward from the day of revenge. The master didn't say it, but from the master's sad and confused eyes, I saw the answer and knew the reason for the decline of Shushan.

He is not the invincible Demon Emperor, nor the mysterious person who suddenly appeared, but the bastard who hides behind the scenes, controlling everything with an invisible giant hand.

He thinks he can fool everyone, he thinks he can leave everything out, he thinks he can control the fate of the world. But in my eyes he's nothing, he's just a bastard who uses lies and tears to achieve his own ulterior secrets.

"Drunken Immortal Moon Walk"

I don't know when the terrifying coercion waned, was it shocked by my indomitable momentum, or was it pity for an incorrigible fool like me? But there was only one chance, and only this time I would not retreat.

The speed bonus of Qimen Dunjia, combined with the subtlety of footwork, temporarily makes up for the shortcomings in body style. Yan Chixia seized this rare opportunity, clenched the demon subduing sword with both hands, and angrily slashed the people in front of her with the momentum of the unity of human and sword.

It's close, and this distance can already clearly see each other's eyes, and it's inexplicably gratifying that it's not pity, but recognition of oneself. Do you think I'm a brainless fool isn't hopeless, or do you understand how I feel and have had the same experience?

"Bell"

The sound of Jin Ge's exchange suddenly sounded, but it was the mad knife that lightly defused the attack, he looked at Yan Chixia, as if he was looking at himself back then, "You still have two chances." ”

Yan Chixia's breathing was short, such a speed, such a fierce slash could not shake the opponent in the slightest. But this is not the end, he flew into the clouds, and at the same time used the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique, he used the Divine Imperial Sword, and this is the famous Imperial Sword Technique of the Shushan Sect.

Regardless of whether it is Southern Xiuzhen or Northern Xiuzhen, there are three major factions of Dao Ling, Dao Xuan, and Dao Zhen, and it is the Shushan faction that has the highest prestige among Dao Zhen and is famous for its one-handed swordsmanship.

"Edgeworth Subduing the Demon"

I saw Yan Chixia stepping on the immortal sword, turning into seven figures in an instant, swinging out several huge sword qi at an extremely fast speed, and slashing towards the mad knife with ten thousand momentum.

After all, the ground here still couldn't withstand such devastation, and it continued to crack and collapse as the sword qi fell.

Yan Chixia's move attracted a full house of applause, and at this moment, everyone understood that as long as there was a sword saint in Shushan, as long as there was a stupid big man like Yan Chixia, then it would never decline.

Unlike others, Dongfang Shuo and Xia Ziqing, who are outsiders, both see it very clearly, maybe his juniors and disciples also know that this is not a competition of the same level at all, and there is no chance of winning, but they all pretend not to know. They only have their own senior brother in their eyes, the stupid big guy who usually tries his best to squeeze them, but always rushes to be the first at critical moments. The stupid figure is long gone, only the resolute face, the only figure that is unwilling to retreat.

"Come on, big brother, you are the strongest!"

"The hope of Shushan, on the macho man, you are the fiercest!"

"Big brother, I love you!"

No matter how fierce the shouting of the juniors and disciples below was, Yan Chixia couldn't hear it, only the sound of the wind was in her ears, and she only had the thought of victory in her heart. At this moment, he suddenly found that the mad knife had opened his eyes, his original laziness had long since disappeared, and what was left was a strong fighting spirit.

"Maybe your cultivation is not enough, maybe your Taoism is not deep, but your fighting spirit at this moment has won my respect, if it were you, my sword would not be disgraced by this. ”

With the strength of the mad knife, the shackles of the Golden Lion Treasure Knife were untied, allowing the shroud made of unknown materials to slide off, revealing a magic knife overflowing with cold light. Yes, the sword was wrapped with a thick demonic breath, and the cold and ruthless demonic flames were still burning, and I don't know if it symbolized the hatred that the mad knife had never forgotten in his heart.

"Reverse Kill the Dragon"

As soon as the move was made, the heavens and the earth were silent, the wind was gone, the sword qi was gone, and only the biting coldness and the bloody smell of blood reminded him of the fact of defeat. He heard the cries of his junior disciples in that distant world, and there seemed to be a rather nice voice among them, who could it be? Could it be Xia Ziqing, who was eager to kill him!

He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but he couldn't, so he let his soul be dragged through the door.

"Do you want to step into this world? No, you are too early, your long-cherished wish of 17,000 years has not been fulfilled, the mystery of your life experience has not been solved, and you still have the heavy responsibility of reviving Shushan, you can't fall here, go back, return to your world!"

The Demon Suppression Sword that was broken in two is no longer needed, and now Yan Chixia no longer needs a divine weapon, his body at the moment, whether it is his fingers or his hair, will be an indestructible weapon.

He was an ancient sword immortal, stepping on the gentle breeze, his blue eyes as calm as the sky. He heard the call, and as he beckoned, every immortal sword in heaven and earth rang out for it.

His sword finger slashed lightly across the sky, the sky will tremble, the sun, moon and stars will be shocked, he is an immortal, a unique sword immortal.

"This ...... How is this possible, this kind of momentum, this sense of oppression that suffocates me, he is an immortal! an immortal who is different from the young master!"