In a western world, the most cultivators are not boxers, but should be sword cultivators who should be scarce. As for the reason, it is naturally closely related to the Heavenly Worship Sect. Try to think about it, when an unscrupulous pseudo-saint realm sword cultivator becomes the master of a sect, and a sect is a dynasty, what he focuses on cultivating will also be sword cultivation.

Although sword cultivation is difficult to cultivate, the ascent of the realm is extremely slow in comparison. But its killing power surpasses that of all cultivators, and it is also an advantage.

Even there is a saying in the world that the master of the Kuhai Academy sits in the academy and can retreat from all enemies. The Sect Master of the Heaven Worship Sect sits in the sect, relying on his own killing power as a sword cultivator, as well as the blessings of many formations, he can be equal to the Lord of the Bitter Sea Courtyard who came from afar. This sentence is not just talking, at least many cultivators of the Realm of the Realm of Perfection think so.

What's more, compared to the Bitter Sea Courtyard Master, the Sect Master of the Heaven Worship Sect is still very young, and he still has a lot of time to spend on finding his own opportunity to break through the realm. The most important point is what he has found. As long as he can refine Xiyou as his own small world, then at that time, as a saint, he will make an exception and have the power to surpass the entire Heavenly Dao.

It's just that for this sect master who has the opportunity to challenge his status, the Bitter Sea Courtyard Master never seems to be worried. Ever since he sat in the academy, he has been uncharacteristically unconventional and has no quarrel with the world. The dashing man who once overthrew the whole world with his old friend who had gone to heaven had disappeared, and was replaced by a saint who was inconspicuous and unremarkable, but no one had the courage to provoke.

There may be two or three saints hidden in this world. But no one felt that in terms of killing power, they would be able to outperform the master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard. Even Zhuge Chen was a little skeptical that his own courtyard master was already among the top saints. After all, the Dao intent emanating from his gestures, Zhuge Chen had only seen it in Li Jingyun and the kendo people, although the latter was not as much as the former.

Zhuge Chen put away his fist, knowing in his heart that it was not an appropriate way to deal with the white-haired old man with a fist. But at this moment, even if he uses his sword, his killing power is not at the peak, and when he fights next, he is very likely to be defeated because of this.

What's more, he couldn't tell the limit of the killing power of a white-haired old man's Zhendao sword cultivation. I don't know whether to use ten percent of my strength as soon as I make a move, or deliberately stay strong first and catch the other party off guard.

It was also when he was thinking about it that the white-haired old man had already carried his sword and starry killing, and the grandeur of the momentum behind him was so great that it temporarily suppressed the wisps of qi in the ruins.

The starry sword is like an iron bar, because there is no edge, the sword has a dull meaning. But if it is actually slapped on the body, it will also end up with serious injuries.

The same is true of the white-haired old man's sword intent, without the slightest sharpness that sword cultivation should have, but only highlights the word "blunt". What slowly emerged around him was not a few stars, but stars, huge and huge.

It is precisely because of this that the white-haired old man in the West also has a title, called Xingchenke.

In the face of the oncoming heavy sword qi, although it was not a big mess, Zhuge Chen's blocking was still rough because of his haste. His right arm was struck, and sword qi flowed from his meridians, reaching his heart to kill him.

But how could Zhuge Chen not be prepared?

Haoran's sword qi had long been gathered in his cultivation path, and with a cold snort, that heavy qi slowly dissipated, and finally turned into nothing. But even so, he still felt that the speed of the sword had decreased a lot because of this, at least, there was no way to communicate with the Flying Sword.

"My sword qi is not so much like stars as it is like thick earth. For those who are in the sword qi, the qi is stagnant, which is equivalent to lowering the realm by half a degree. And as the sword qi deepened, this situation would only get worse. Most likely, it will fall to the ground because of this. However, my sword qi doesn't seem to be so damaging to you. It's puzzling, but it doesn't matter. When I interrupt my cultivation path after I capture you alive, I will have countless hours to study. The white-haired old man spoke, shaking his sword casually, it was a complete showmanship. Seeing him do this, he seemed to feel that he had already eaten Zhuge Chen: "But this is not the most deadly, after all, for sword cultivation, what is fatal is that the sword qi cannot be condensed." Can a sword cultivator who can't even wield his sword qi freely be called a sword cultivator? The one who knows the most about sword cultivation is still us people. Since they knew how high their killing power was, it was natural that everyone would study some means to deal with a particular type of cultivator. ”

Zhuge Chen snorted coldly and said, "What you think is not everyone's idea. I am the world, I have to say, it is too classic. You cultivators, when you are old, you have to obey the old and you are still delusional all day long and want to control everything, and I will take care of you. As for the purpose of dealing with a class of people, can you use the sword tricks in hard work? Since there are thousands of things, it is just one thing. As long as I'm lethal enough, do I care about that?"

As he said this, he bit the tip of his tongue and forced the remaining wisps of heavy sword qi out of his body. Although doing this will hurt him a lot, it is not pleasant to use the sword, which obviously makes Zhuge Chen feel even more aggrieved.

As he spoke, he held up a small world upside down and stepped into it. This can be regarded as an unexpected joy, originally he thought that he was in the ancient battlefield, facing the incomplete rules of the Heavenly Dao, his extremely special bamboo basket magic technique would be completely suppressed. never thought that he would still be able to emerge with his mind, which made him take a reassuring pill.

With the Heavenly Worship Sect's control over the Huatian Secret Realm for hundreds of years, if it was said that such a white-haired old man who spared his life did not have the means to leave a ruined boat for himself, Zhuge Chen would never believe it, maybe it was a yin damage trick that injured the enemy by one thousand and damaged eight hundred. With the crippled Heavenly Dao, few people can be in it safe and sound.

But in the small world, it's a different story. The rules are against each other, and he will be unscathed.

"Now let's start over, just like you said, but you must kill me!" Zhuge Chen wiped his pale face and spit it out step by step, in order to recover his sword qi as quickly as possible. As long as those few wisps of Origin Haoran Qi remain in the path of cultivation, this is not a difficult task.

The white-haired old man looked at Zhuge Chen, who was hazy, and said to himself: "Being so young and in such a realm, you have a small world of your own, which is really enviable." If you can become a disciple of the Heavenly Worship Sect, there is no such thing as a personal disciple. The next Sect Master will only be up to you. It's a pity, I had to cut off your head in the secret realm and take it to the business. Why do you say that you are so bold, and the son of a pseudo-saint realm sword cultivator dares to kill him, he is extremely stupid!"

Zhuge Chen spread his hands and said, "Why don't you dare to think that he is your sect master, and he is not Lao Tzu!"

After saying this, he swept away with the speed of his white horse. The Sanchen sword on his waist was the first to be unsheathed, and Xinghe followed closely behind him, throwing out a long tail, encompassing the morning star formed by the condensation of heavy sword qi. He looked behind him with joy, and then looked at the old man in white with a pale face, and laughed: "Do you still want to repeat the old tricks, I think it's self-defeating!"

The falling of the galaxy seems to contain a thousand truths. Zhuge Chen heard someone whispering in the gust of wind, and he held his breath and wanted to get a glimpse of the truth. But alas, only a few words reached his ears.

"Look at the child, full of flesh. If you swallow it in your belly, won't you be able to strengthen you and me?" Dream Chinese

"That's true, if it weren't for the rules of this place restricting you and me, this world would have been our place of replenishment. ”

Zhuge Chen turned his head and looked into the depths of the ruins. He suddenly wondered, could it be that this ancient battlefield was not as simple as it seemed on the surface?

In fact, the so-called ancient battlefield is just a word of mouth from people. After all, no one can personally verify what happened here in ancient times. However, one thing that can be concluded is that the countless ruins must have been left over from the aftermath of the Great War.

By the time he squinted his eyes and was ready to take a closer look, the sound had vanished, leaving only the sound of the wind. And even the ruins in the distance have become fond of it.

Just when Zhuge Chen was puzzled, the white-haired old man had already broken through the encirclement of the galaxy, came to Zhuge Chen's side, and handed out a sword that had been gaining momentum for a long time.

The cold light flashed, and the starry sword only pierced a phantom left by Zhuge Chen in place. But the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it still made the white clothes worn by Zhuge Chen tattered. No matter how good the material is, if you want to resist the sharp sword qi of the Zhendao realm sword cultivation, it is all a fantasy. However, fortunately, the white clothes have been refined by Zhuge Chen as a treasure, and they only need to pour sword qi into them to repair themselves. Otherwise, he would have been in a lot of pain.

"One sword for another, it's my turn to make a move next, right?" Zhuge Chen said softly, then pulled out the rubber pillar sword and held it tightly in his right hand. When he took out the sword, his sword heart was clear, but it was not to let a quaint palace land, but a wide road: "Just ask the sky, the realm of the Dao, can you go to reincarnation?"

After a while, a voice sounded like a bell, resounding in every corner of the Huatian Secret Realm: "Ke!"

"Once you have entered reincarnation, can you turn back?" Zhuge Chen then asked.

"Can't!"

"Is there an afterlife?"

This time, no one answered. But Bai Yi replied to himself: "Of course it depends on my mood!"

asked three times in a row, and Zhuge Chen's momentum also climbed to the peak. He doesn't care about the hidden danger that he may break through at any time, he just wants to make a sword without hindrance, only the word happy.

There is wine today and drunk today, how can there be a reason to give up halfway when holding a sword at this time?

"Old thing, Zhuge Chen came to borrow the sword, do you dare to borrow it?" Bai Yi said in his heart, but did not say anything.

The next moment, in the middle of the cultivation path on his chest, a figure appeared, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you have grown up." Now I have the courage to borrow a sword from an old thing like me, if you dare to speak, why don't I dare to borrow it? Lao Tzu's sword can be cut by the way of heaven, what is the secret realm? Take it!"

Zhuge Chen opened his eyes here, "It's like a new life." He jumped up to the clouds, overlooking the entire secret realm, with turbid air in his mouth, just waiting to swallow mountains and rivers when he spit out. With the secret realm to evolve reincarnation, apart from him, how many people dare to think?

The white-haired old man looked up at the white clothes, he retreated in fear, and at the same time could not suppress the fear surging in his heart: "Impossible, how can there be such an atmosphere with mere Dao killing power? Is this possible, it is also the incarnation of his body? Come out and walk the rivers and lakes, in order to see through the red dust, to break through the realm and ascend to the heights? If this is the case, what kind of realm should his true body be? A saint, or a top saint? No, you are the master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard?

As soon as he finished speaking, the reincarnation path had already circled and fallen, covering the white-haired old man in it. The time for a stick of incense was not yet available, and he was completely lost in it, and he could never escape.

Putting the sword into the sheath, Zhuge Chen bowed his head and thanked: "Old thing, thank you this time." Although it is a bit hypocritical to talk to you about this. ”

On his path of cultivation, there was no answer. But the beautiful woman was slightly bowed, in her time. When a saint sees a human immortal, this is the number of rites.

It wasn't until she sensed that the qi was leaving, and the beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief. Li Jingyun's sword qi will indeed converge on Zhuge Chen, but others are not so lucky. Even if it is a saint, he will feel a chill in the face of sword qi.

She whispered to Zhuge Chen: "Childe, then you can concentrate on preparing for the realm of bamboo basket water." Judging from the current situation, it is not a problem for the magic of reincarnation to be salvaged. It's up to us to see if we can get together the unprecedented Three Magic Techniques, but even if we can't succeed at the same time as breaking through the realm, we won't delay for too long. At least it won't delay the time to become the best way, for Childe, I think so. ”

Zhuge Chen nodded lightly, and then sat cross-legged. At this moment, he was a little tired, and even wanted to sleep immediately. Even if the sky is the quilt and the ground is the bed, it is more comfortable than the strong spirit. But he still shook his head and said, "This matter is postponed for a day, I have to go out of the secret realm to bring Crow and Ah Hua." Their realm has climbed, and there is no room for delay. ”

"Childe is so gentle. The beautiful woman said with a smile.

As for the white clothes, they have fled in the wilderness.