Su Zimo continued to move forward.

Not long after, a stone statue appeared in front of me.

This stone statue leans on a bluestone, with a lazy expression, a sloppy body, half-open chest, drunken eyes, and a wine jar in his left hand, lifelike.

On the side of the stone statue, a few lines are written.

"I am ...... Drunkenness, a good wine in a lifetime, your cultivation is for longevity, and I am for being able to drink for a few more years...... Hahahaha!"

"What vision, what ...... The so-called practice is better than a drunken life!"

Just a few words, in Su Zimo's eyes, this drunken power seemed to be alive, wild and uninhibited, drunk and dreaming of death.

At the time of these words, the mighty seemed to be still drinking, sloppy and disorganized, already drunk.

This great power, in order to be able to drink for a few more years, cultivated to the merger realm, which can be regarded as an alternative.

"I've heard that this drunken powerhouse was extremely famous in the cultivation realm at the beginning. ”

"Don't look at him and he didn't say some of his glory, but this senior was once the tenth on the vision list and the ninth on the law list, and his combat power is amazing!"

Many monks whispered.

This drunken power is obviously much more powerful than the Chifeng power of Fang Cai.

Around this stone statue, there are more monks gathered, there are dozens, and there are still monks rushing to this place not far away.

"I want to live forever......"

"I also want to seek the road of immortality in this life, and I, like my predecessors, also like drinking......"

Many monks shouted loudly around this stone statue, and the Dao hearts they established were also various, and most of them were seeking the path of immortality.

However, the stone statue has never moved.

At this moment, I saw a monk squeeze in from the crowd, came to the stone statue, took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, and opened the mud seal, and the smell of wine overflowed.

"Senior, I've come to see you with good wine. ”

As he spoke, he poured all the wine into the jar in the hand of the stone statue.

Call!

The entire stone statue suddenly moved, and from its slightly open mouth, a smell of wine burst out, rushing straight into the clouds, enveloping this person.

In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared in place.

"I'll go, that's okay?"

"This drunken senior is too sloppy!"

"Alas, I didn't expect that there would be this hand!"

Some monks were stunned, some sighed, and some regretted it.

Su Zimo smiled dumbly.

This drunken predecessor is really a free and casual person.

"Look at that green-shirted monk, could it be the demon Su Zimo, who has become extremely famous recently?" In the crowd, a returning Taoist pointed at Su Zimo and said mysteriously.

"I heard that Su Zimo's body is terrifying, invincible in close combat, he must be burly, tall and strong, this person looks clear and thin, it can't be him, right?"

"Don't be surprised, there are more people wearing green shirts, and you can still meet one who is Su Zimo?"

"Haha, I just said it casually, how can there be such a coincidence, look at what scares you. ”

At first the monk laughed.

When Su Zimo first entered Zhongzhou, he really made an appearance, that is, at the Thousand Crane Tea Party.

But at the Thousand Crane Tea Party, almost all of them were Yuanying Zhenjun, and there were not many people in the cultivation realm who had returned to the Void Dao, and there were really not many people who had seen Su Zimo.

"Go and see, there's a fight over there!"

"Where? Who's with whom?"

"The Wind Sword Inheritance guarded by the Sword Sect was broken into by another Sword Cultivator, and the two sides are fighting!"

"Let's go, let's see!"

The people who had originally gathered around the stone statue were all roaring in one direction.

Su Zimo groaned a little and followed.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo's ears to be strong, and he heard bursts of sword qi contending and the sound of Jin Ge fighting.

I saw that on the horizon in the distance, there was a towering long sword, dozens of zhang high, obliquely inserted into the ground, extremely shocking!

Underneath this long sword, there were lines of sword light flying.

The seven Sword Sect Sword Cultivators stepped in a specific direction under their feet, and the seven of them were connected with each other, forming an extremely mysterious sword formation, trapping another Sword Cultivator in the middle!

The seven sword cultivators of the Sword Sect are all returning to the virtual realm.

This set of sword arrays in their hands is obviously perfect, with tacit understanding, the sword qi is agitated, more and more powerful, more and more blazing!

The trapped sword cultivator, with black hair and black clothes, his face was a little pale, his eyes were hollow, and his cultivation was only in the early stage of returning to the void.

This black-clothed sword cultivator was able to fight back a few swords at first.

But as the sword array was fully deployed, this person could only keep flashing to dodge, passively defending, and completely falling into disadvantage!

Su Zimo's expression moved.

He didn't know any of these sword cultivators of the Sword Sect.

But this black-clothed sword cultivator is an old man.

The Dugu Sword of the Northern Regions Family!

Dugu Jian has a withdrawn temperament, is taciturn, and never takes the initiative to talk to people.

It seems that in his eyes, there is only the sword in his hand.

But Su Zimo's impression of him was quite good.

It's not just because, in the ruins of Daqian, Dugu Jian helped him.

What's more, a hundred years ago in Vientiane City, when the catastrophe came, and all the Tianjiao were retreating, Dugu Jian was the first to stand up!

He is a sword cultivator in the true sense of the word in Su Zimo's eyes!

Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, this old man has stepped into the realm of returning to the void.

Su Zimo observed, in addition to the seven Sword Sect sword cultivators in the battlefield, there were more than a dozen Sword Sect sword cultivators, guarding around the battlefield, their eyes were sharp, prohibiting outsiders from interfering.

At the foot of the giant sword, there were still several corpses of Sword Sect Sword Cultivators.

It's all a sword in the eyebrows, a sword kills, clean and neat!

"In all fairness, this Sword Sect is indeed a bit overbearing. The inheritance of the preaching place depends on chance, but the Sword Sect has occupied the inheritance of this wind sword power all the year round, preventing others from entering. ”

"Who says it's not. ”

"Alas, the Sword Sect is powerful, and it is also a place of pilgrimage for sword cultivation in the world, who dares to take its edge. ”

In the crowd watching the battle, many monks were talking.

"This black-clothed man is not weak, he just broke into it alone, and he can kill a sword cultivator of the Sword Sect in three or two strokes, and his sword skills are extremely fast!"

"It's a pity that he didn't come at the right time. ”

"Originally, under this Wind Sword Inheritance, there were only twenty Sword Sect Sword Cultivators guarding it. And these seven sword cultivators came in later, familiar with the Seven Yao Sword Formation of the Sword Sect, and the seven of them can work together to fight with the titled disciples!"

"I heard that these seven sword cultivators came for the demon Su Zimo, but they were bumping into the man in black and the sword cultivator of the Sword Sect, and the seven of them made a decisive move to surround him. ”

"The gap between the cultivation realms of the two sides is too big, if it continues to be consumed, the man in black will definitely die!"

While the man was analyzing, a huge force suddenly came from behind him, pushing him away.

This person was furious, turned his head, looked at the green-shirted monk who was squeezing over, and said coldly: "What are you squeezing, can't you see it!"

Those who can enter this preaching place have some ability, and this person comes from one hundred and eight doors, and naturally refuses to suffer.

"Borrowed. ”

Su Zimo glanced at this person lightly, pushed him away casually, and walked towards the battlefield under the long sword.

"Humph!"

This person spat at Su Zimo's back and scolded: "What are you arrogant, you look like you're in a hurry to die!

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