Three thousand years ago, when the world was still named and righteous, Chen Anzhi felt that it was not very big, and he looked down on this world at all.

In fact, it was not entirely despise, the Great Sword Immortal Imperial Sword could fly 100,000 miles in one day, he felt that it was not very big, so he wanted to go to the higher world to have a look, although at that time he didn't know if there really existed such a more vast place.

However, at that time, Chen Anzhi felt that this world was really big, like a pool of water, it looked like such a big place, looking down, but it was unfathomable, there were many guys who were tired of dealing with it, so that even the former Great Sword Immortal, and even the Lord of the World suffered because of this.

As far as the immediate situation is concerned, this Ye Qianzi, who swallowed a gluttonous heart, is very troublesome, very troublesome.

Chen Anzhi picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine, tied it back to his waist, took a deep breath, and stood up with the tip of his sword, feeling a little weak, it seemed that the burden brought by Jin Xi's aura was also quite heavy.

The lake was boiling, and a black shadow suddenly broke through the water, striking again with a swift momentum, Chen Anzhi's fingers were together, and he flung forward.

Ye Qianzi's head opened slightly to the side.

A touch of golden light swept from the side of his cheek, and the aura sword glowed with golden light, and a tiny blood groove actually fell on Ye Qianzi's face, and there were golden fragments of light where the wound opened, preventing the healing of flesh and blood.

Chen Anzhi moved from time to time, bent down slightly, and his legs suddenly exerted force, leaving only an afterimage and an instantaneous crack of the ground in place, accompanied by the sound of hidden blood exploding in the air.

Ye Qian's own shape flickered, he turned around in the air, leaned to the right, a touch of gold and white mixed streamer flashed away, and he was dangerously dodged, even so, Chen Anzhi's sword still brought a blood flower.

In the situation of life and death, most of the monks in the three states and five places are afraid of the close proximity of martial artists, except for sword cultivators and miscellaneous monks, one is that the sword cultivation attack technique is too strong. The second is that the miscellaneous monks have always been famous for blessing the physical body with aura, and the same realm is naturally still unable to fight with it, but the victory is to be able to use the aura to resist the law, and then the three realms, if you win or lose, it is still difficult to say.

Fang Xiaoshang was terrified, the two of them were always glued, and they really couldn't find a chance to help Chen An.

Ye Qianzi dodged the almost fatal sword, and his body was inevitably a little stagnant because of this, Chen Anzhi quickly adjusted the blade of the sword and slashed towards Ye Qianzi's shoulder.

Martial arts have always been good at small-scale fights, especially after close quarters, for the mastery of one-hit kills.

Clenched his palms into a fist, full of fist intent flowing and majestic, without accumulation, he blasted straight towards his heart, this punch, as if even the fist wind had condensed and formed, it seemed that the blood-colored fist was bigger.

Fight for your life.

Ye Qianzi knew this when he was very young.

When he was a child, frail and sickly, often bullied with other children, he was not afraid, who bullied him he rushed up and scuffled with the other party, sometimes he knew that he couldn't fight, so he hugged the other party to bite hard, carrying the other party's punches and kicks and did not let go, until the other party admitted defeat and begged for mercy, sometimes even will.

So now, Ye Qianzi is carrying the power of this sword and punching wildly, which is about to seriously injure Chen Anzhi.

Chen Anyi relied on his instinct in an instant, his eyes glowed with a slight golden light, and the aura of Jin Xi swam up quickly, his blood was like a dragon, the clouds were steaming, and the aura of Jin Xi was like a thousand wisps of water, lingering on the surface of his body, caged his whole person with a layer of illusory golden color, as if the body was sanctified.

I can't count how many times this is the first time that thunder has fallen on the ground.

The rainbow and the golden glow collided, and an invisible ripple suddenly spread.

Ye Qianzi's punch caught up with Chen Anzhi's figure, and at the same time, Chen Anzhi's sword blade also slashed at his shoulder, and the Ye Qianzhi sword easily fell, actually cutting off Ye Qianzi's arm bones, leaving only a few muscles and flesh connected, swaying in the air, like grass without support in the wind.

And Chen Anzhi didn't feel good when he ate this punch, and after landing on the ground, he took a few steps back before he stopped his body, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and his chest was tight and short of breath for a while.

Ye Qianzi tore off his crumbling arm and threw it aside, and the blood gushed out instantly, and a faint blood mist suddenly rose from the wound, burning off the Jin Xi attached to the wound, and the blood gushing out like a spring slowly slowed down because of this blood mist, and finally condensed.

"Sure enough, it's a good sword. Ye Qianzi stared at the leaf sword, and his face gradually became gloomy.

The guy who has become a martial artist in the Great Three Realms with his gluttonous heart, even if he is just a martial artist who has just achieved the Great Three Realms, is facing a small Soul Condensing Realm cultivator and has suffered such a big loss, how ridiculous it is. Thinking like this made Ye Qianzi's mood inevitably heavy, and he had long lost his previous arrogance, and began to carefully ponder Chen Anzhi's moves.

Chen Anzhi didn't answer, he knew that he could make a draw with the martial artists of the Great Third Realm, and even vaguely suppressed the other party's head It was really a matter of luck, he was a sword cultivator, and his physical strength naturally went without saying, and after the blessing of Jin Xi's aura, it was not impossible to compete with the physical body that had just entered the Great Third Realm and had not yet been completely stabilized.

The second is that there are thousands of martial artists in the three states and five places, and the three thousand avenues are all different, and when the martial artists of the three realms break through the realm, they are often accompanied by their own perception of heaven and earth, people, and all things in the world, so as to comprehend their own way, and then find a landscape, watch the mountains and rain, shake the wind and listen to the water, so as to pick up the world's small luck to bless their own body, so as to completely achieve the three realms of heaven and earth with hands and feet.

And Ye Qianzi was forcibly promoted, and the so-called seedlings were fueled, naturally they could not be compared with the real martial artists of the Great Third Realm, to put it bluntly, it was in vain.

But even so, it should not be underestimated, the only remaining aura in Chen Anzhi's body can only make one killing move, and he must wait to ensure that he can kill with one blow before he can shoot, so although Chen Anzhi uses his sword frequently, his moves are not enough to kill.

The breeze blew through the bright moon, and the snow fell white, the lonely tombs, the barren grass all over the ground, and the shore of the sinking lake fell silent.

Ye Qianzi suffered a big loss, but instead of being annoyed, he calmed down even more, the red light flashed in his eyes, and he carefully weighed the most appropriate way, and the remaining right arm was diagonally across his chest, in front of his face, making a defensive posture.

Chen Anzhi naturally didn't move, he looked at Ye Qianzi, who was gradually restrained, and there was a rare trace of solemnity in his heart, he turned his face slightly, his gaze fell on the green mound of Xiao Sibao, and a trace of gloom flashed on his face.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he lost his soul even more, he quietly clenched the hilt of the leaf picking sword, and the big hole all over his body lit up, and the Jin Xi villain, who originally had different movements hidden in the big hole, was surprisingly consistent at this moment, all standing with a long sword in hand.

Chen Anzhi raised his head slightly, looked at the bright moon in the distance, seemed to be a fugue, seemed to be a memory, and finally turned into a regretful whisper, "Little Sibao, look at it, this sword is called: Picking the Sun." ”

It's time to wrap it up.

Xiao Sibao has asked Master many times what that golden sword qi is called.

Whenever she asked, Chen Anzhi always didn't know how to answer, because this was just a move he created when he was wandering in the landscape, and the guy who had never been too lazy to name it didn't give this sword style a name, so he didn't know how to say it, and this sword move had been stored for too long, and there were more powerful sword styles compared to it, so he didn't teach this sword move to Xiao Sibao.

Now, his thoughts were like intricate threads, suddenly pulling out this wisp, which made him even more guilty, so even if he couldn't use this sword move at this moment, he still used it, even if this sword would completely drain all the Jin Xi aura in his body, even if it would add another crack to his broken spiritual sea.

A deep uneasiness enveloped Ye Qianzi's heart, and the instinct given to him by his gluttonous heart told him to settle this battle before the man on the other side drew his sword.

Ye Qianzi suddenly exerted his strength, and the wind and thunder roared in place, leaving the ground shattered like a spider's web.

At the same time, on the other side of the sinking lake, there was a ray of light rushing in, like a glimmer of morning sun rising in the sky, which made the bright moon in the sky dim.