"This is Zhou Wuji, the third apprentice of the head of the Heavenly Sect, this year is only twenty, but he is already a little grandmaster for three days, known as the Taoist with the highest talent in a hundred years, and is expected to be the disciple of the great grandmaster, the head of the Heavenly Sect is willing to send this week Wuji, it seems that this trip is inevitable.

On Chu Ci's side, another Elder of Dengxian Tower, who was wearing a mask, was very enthusiastic to introduce Chu Ci.

This person is wearing a mask, but looking at the hairstyle, a few strands of dragon beard bangs are fluttering on his temples, and he should not be very old.

"You've just been promoted to elder, in Xia Sun Yong."

Sun Yong arched his hand towards Chu Ci.

"Zhao She."

Chu Ci nodded slightly.

Looking at the front again, Huang Xiong, the eastern protector of the Ascending Immortal Tower, Lu Qingfeng, the deputy pavilion master of the Iron Clothes Pavilion, and Zhou Wuji, the first three disciples of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, these three people were at the forefront.

And at this moment, the sound of wheels rolling.

From the dense fog behind him, a huge carriage appeared drawn by eight horses.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a prisoner car, with a black cloth covering the body.

With just one glance, Chu Ci withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go."

The order sounded, and the whole team began to ride their horses.

From the nearest gate, you will go out of Sun City and head north.

Chu Ci was at the end of the line all the way.

About two hours.

At noon, when the dazzling sun was at its peak, the team had left Burning Sun City dozens of miles away and came to a mountain villa.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom here, and the charm is elegant.

Chu Ci glanced at the name of the villa from afar: New Peach.

Then I saw that the huge prison cart was opened, and when the cage was opened, hundreds of monsters rushed out of it, slammed through the main entrance of the villa, and all rushed in.

In a moment, a miserable sound sounded from inside the village.

"Kill."

When the order fell, the people of the Iron Coat Pavilion and the Dengxian Tower all flew up on horseback, and directly jumped into the villa with light skills, and Chu Ci was naturally among them.

The entire villa was in chaos in an instant, and the sound of fighting continued.

Chu Ci mixed in the crowd, avoiding the battle as much as possible, and he really couldn't avoid it, but he was just blocking, and at the same time he was observing these people in the villa.

The strength of these people is not strong, most of them are only the strength of the second realm of martial arts, and they cannot be the opponents of the innate powerhouses of the Iron Clothes Pavilion and Dengxian Tower.

With so many innate powerhouses dispatched, it is naturally impossible to do it just for these minions.

Suddenly, I saw Huang Xiong, the east protector of Dengxian Tower, who had been looking down on the roof to fight, suddenly moved.

His target was a sword-wielding woman in peach clothes who was protected by layers of protection in the crowd, and the woman was obviously injured.

I saw that Huang Xiong, who had the realm of a little grandmaster, fell with a palm, and the strong wind would protect everyone and collapse, and the woman in peach clothes subconsciously slashed out with a sword.

The wind exploded in an instant, and the woman was instantly shaken away.

"Lu Qingfeng!"

Huang Xiong shouted violently, and the figure of Lu Qingfeng, who was wearing an iron ghost mask, moved in an instant, and his body was extremely fast.

When Chu Ci just looked over, Lu Qingfeng had already appeared behind the peach-clothed woman, and the Emei thorn had already stabbed out.

This thorn went straight to the back of the peach-clothed woman's heart.

The peach-clothed woman's body was still flying upside down, and there was no way to avoid it.

Boom!

A sword sound, resounding from above.

Whether it was Huang Xiong or Lu Qingfeng, the moment the sword sounded, they all quickly retreated.

I saw a Qingfeng fall to the ground, and on the hilt of this sword, a man in Confucian clothes, elegant and elegant.

He has a handsome face, and two strands of white hair on his forehead are lightly raised.

Chu Cigou was outside the battle circle, looking at the man in Confucian clothes standing on the hilt of the sword.

'Extreme Path Grandmaster? ’

This man in Confucian clothes gave Chu Ci the feeling that his strength was above that of the little grandmaster, but he didn't look like an extreme grandmaster.

"What are you doing here?!"

"The alliance of the world against victory will be established, and you are one of the three swords of Confucianism......"

The peach-clothed woman ignored the blood at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were anxious.

"Little fairy, if you are angry, you will get wrinkles."

The man in Confucian clothes stepped down from the wind, looked at the woman in peach with a gentle smile, and then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of the woman's mouth, and there was a cold and cold glint in the corner of his eye.

The other hand was raised, and the landing Qingfeng moved in an instant, holding it in his hand.

"You hurt the little fairy?"

The man in Confucian clothes glanced at Huang Xiong and Lu Qingfeng, and the sword in his hand was slashed down willingly.

The powerful sword qi fell suddenly, and Huang Xiong and Lu Qingfeng both retreated violently, leaving a three-zhang sword mark several feet deep on the ground.

"Half-step pole road."

Both of them had solemn eyes in their eyes.

This is a relatively vague realm, to the effect that it is a little stronger than the little grandmaster, and there are faint signs of breaking through the extreme path grandmaster.

As for those monsters, under the sword aura of the man in Confucian clothes, they didn't dare to approach at all.

"What a gentleman, what a gentleman's sword."

"It is said in the world that a gentleman has a sword and a protector."

"I saw it today, and it really lived up to its reputation."

When the wind came, a white crane flapped its wings and landed, and Zhou Wuji, a young man standing on the back of the white crane, looked at the man in Confucian clothes with a smile, and hugged his fists to salute.

"Taoist Heavenly Sect, Zhou Wuji."

More than ten zhang away, Chu Ci hung upside down under the eaves to avoid the war.

Gentleman's Sword.

When he and Shi Kaihuo talked about the mountains, they took the opportunity to ask a lot of questions, including information about Confucianism.

Contemporary Confucianism has no saints alive, since the last generation of Confucian saints returned to heaven, Confucianism is divided into three swords and eight factions, all of which claim to be orthodox, and maintain relations with each other with the 'three swords', but it is also considered to be harmonious, and they are all called Confucianists to the outside world.

The three swords are, the gentleman's sword, the Confucian sword, and the world sword, implying the Confucian concept of 'self-cultivation', 'Qi family', and 'leveling the world'.

These three swords do not belong to any of the eight factions, but when the joint efforts of Confucianism are needed, the eight factions will obey the orders of the three swords, and the eight factions of Confucianism will act in unity as a whole.

'Three little grandmasters, more than fifty innate masters, and hundreds of innate monsters, it seems that it will be difficult for this gentleman sword to get out of this mountain villa alive today. ’

'What's so special about this peach-clothed woman?' ’

Chu Ci continued to stay, observing the changes in the battle circle, he was a little curious, so many people were dispatched just for this peach-clothed woman, and it was obviously life and death, what was it for.

"Zhou Wuji, fight quickly!"

Huang Xiong shouted.

At this time, the other people in the villa were basically killed, and more than fifty innate masters surrounded them.

"Don't rush, you know."

Zhou Wuji frowned, obviously disgusted by being urged.

"I wanted to play with you for a while, but now it seems that I can only wait for you in the next life."

The sword pointed sharply forward.

"Heavenly Dao."

Although he didn't take out the sword, there was an extremely strong sword qi condensed into an invisible sword, directly killing the peach-clothed woman on Jun Ze's side.

Jun Ze stood in place, did not draw his sword, but looked at the peach-clothed woman beside him gently.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. ”

The gentleman's sword in his hand flicked in the air, and the sword in his palm blocked the 'Heavenly Dao'.

"Little fairy, I'll take you home."

Jun Ze turned around and looked at Zhou Wuji above the white crane, the corners of his mouth flirtatious.

There is a sense of freedom in his eyes, holding the peach-clothed woman in one hand and a horizontal sword in the other.

"I stand with a long sword in the wind, I plan a white horse to laugh at mountains and rivers, I make wine with new peaches, and I want Yiren to be happy."

Jun Ze's sword intent was fully opened, and in the entire villa, the swords in everyone's hands were buzzing, and those monsters were even more shocked by this sword intent and let out a wailing and whimpering sound.