The cultivation of the current world is roughly divided into the lower seventh rate and the upper third rate, and even if there are some differences between those hidden world sects, they are also very different, and they are almost the same.

Most of the lower seventh-rate middle-fourth-rate people are unknown, and most of the martial artists are still stuck on this threshold. Further up, it is a third-rate grandmaster realm, a second-rate peerless realm, and a first-class peerless realm. The next seventh-rate talented people may be able to reach the top in a few years.

The upper three streams are divided into the Holy Realm, the Creation Realm, and the Qiankun Realm. Entering the third-rate is completely dependent on luck, even if the talent is absolutely unparalleled in the world, it is possible that you will not be able to touch the third-rate doorway in your life. Coincidentally, there were two people who were extremely lucky in the field, Ning Buji, the female disciple of that sect, accounted for one of them, and the other was Guo Xiaojiu.

Of course, these two people are at the lowest level of the upper third-rate sainthood, but despite this, the ingenuity between the shots is enough to make countless martial arts heroes in the world unreachable.

It was said that Ning Bu'er threw a sharp light at Guo Xiaojiu with his hand, and when he looked at it carefully, it turned out to be a small sword transformed by strength, which was even more chilling than the previous flying sword.

"Good means!" Guo Xiaojiu couldn't help but praise, if an ordinary martial artist competed with him, he didn't have any surprising skills, and he might be consumed to death by the flying sword.

Fortunately, Guo Xiaojiu broke Ning Buer's flying sword, and he relied on speed. But if he doesn't step on the sword, how should he break it?

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the first genius of the Dao Sect in the past three hundred years!" Zhou Ziheng's eyes twitched slightly, looking at the situation in the field, he stretched out his hand to secretly hide the beads of sweat on his forehead, fortunately, Ning Buer's target now is not him.

I saw that Guo Xiaojiu did not pause, and when Ning Buer made a move, he had already held the knife in his hand with both hands, across his chest, and in one go, the whole person was like that Taishan, blatantly colliding with the small sword.

The moment the little sword touched the blade, it turned into an invisible sword qi and dissipated without a trace.

Guo Xiaojiu raised his head, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Ning Buer, a good name, I have heard it before!"

The small sword that seemed to be easily dissolved, Guo Xiaojiu actually wasted a lot of strength, just from his feet that had already sunk into the ground, it could be seen.

The little sword came too fast, and Guo Xiaojiu didn't take much precautions, so he could only choose to resist hard.

Ning Buer, who was stagnant in mid-air, showed some displeasure on his face, and he had already stretched out his hand, condensed the sword again, and roughly hugged you to break my sword, I don't want to have another sword, and I can always press you down.

"You respect me for a sword, I can't stand stupidly and wait for you to come with a second sword!" Guo Xiaojiu saw Ning Buer's actions and hurriedly said.

After that, he had already stepped on his feet, and his body pounced, not retreating, but moving forward.

The lifted foot never landed, but it was stepped up, and there was a slight layer of ash on the soles of the feet, which fell to the ground lightly. Guo Xiaojiu, who didn't have swordsmanship, naturally couldn't fly, so he took advantage of the stagnation of his feet to step out again, and his body twisted.

The small sword in Ning Bu's second hand cut through the air and emitted a piercing buzz, this sword was obviously stronger than just now.

Guo Xiaojiu, who was already stepping into the air, took seven or eight steps in a row, and exploded in the air step by step, echoing the roar of the little sword.

In the next moment, the little sword approached in front of him, flipped and moved, Guo Xiaojiu was in the swing, the knife in his hand had already turned into a circle, and a knife slashed down obliquely, just on top of the small sword.

The small sword that was still buzzing before, but the silence dissipated.

Next, it was Ning Buji's turn to be stunned, she didn't believe it, but the hateful saber boy in front of her was indeed doing something incredible.

"How can you know the four-step sword technique of my Daomen?" Ning Buer sent a bitter reprimand in the air, and vented the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"I'll call you Fairy Ning for the time being, you said that I used the four-step sword technique of your Daomen, then it was a big mistake, please look carefully, this is called Confucian knife!" Guo Xiaojiu said secretly.

His footsteps are still in the air, but his body has never climbed again, and there is no sword technique, and a martial artist can do this to confront the Daomen Immortal Family who walks with the sword, which can already be called unparalleled in the world.

"Confucianism is free?" Ning Buer just thought of this name, and dispelled this strange thought in his heart, how could the first person in the rumored Confucianism today be such a young rural villager, even if he is not a villager, he is also a young man jumping in the countryside.

Finally, Guo Xiaojiu's body began to fall sharply, and his feet still kept borrowing strength to dissipate part of the falling force.

"Even so, what should I do? Can you still stop me from killing?" Ning Buer seemed to have figured out the key to the matter, now that Guo Xiaojiu couldn't get close to him, who could stop her next killing move?

As he spoke, Ning Buer's hand was already dancing rapidly, and as soon as he made a move, it was three small swords.

The three small swords broke through the air, pointing directly at Zhou Ziheng, who was watching the excitement in the tea stall.

It is rumored that the archmage of the Dao Sect has cultivated to the extreme, and he can resist ten thousand swords with his heart, and the scene of ten thousand swords coming together is not wanted for the time being, just the three swords in this game alone are enough for everyone present to have a numb scalp.

Zhou Ziheng, who was the target of the sniper, was naturally very conscious, and he still wanted to be a child of the family for a few more years, not to mention that the king of Luoyang was just his son, who would be the future king of Luoyang if he died?

When Ning Buji spoke, he sensed that the situation was not good, and he raised his sword and quickly retreated, and the two personal guards who had cultivated well leaned together tightly, blocking Zhou Ziheng behind him.

What they didn't expect was that the flying sword swept straight over their heads, and then fell straight down.

"Sure enough, the most poisonous woman's heart, even if it's a little girl, this heart is so vicious!" Zhou Ziheng scolded and looked at the three small swords that came out of the air, knowing that most of them could not be stopped, let alone dodged.

But at this time, there is a sword qi coming, after the sword qi, is a straight long sword, this sword looks very chic, in one word to describe that is "beauty", should be with the peerless sword in the Guanjian Tower.

A very neutral voice sounded behind the long sword: "Luoyang Wangfu Liu Guest, it's too late to save the car, and I hope the little master won't blame him!"

It turned out to be the first kendo master of the Luoyang Palace, Liu Guest!

Liu Guest's sword qi was just like his voice, it was very sufficient, and he naturally blocked three small swords for the prince Zhou Ziheng. It is indeed because this little sword is indeed a little hot, which makes it a little tricky for Liu to deal with.

Fortunately, Liu Guest is good at using sword qi to hurt people, and the sword qi is like a flying sword, which is an ethereal thing in the eyes of ordinary people, otherwise, everyone on the rivers and lakes is Liu Guest, and everyone is Ning Fuji, so isn't it messy?

Liu Guest appeared and stood in front of Zhou Ziheng, he held the sword with one hand, pointed diagonally to the ground, and looked at Ning Buer in mid-air: "Fairy Ning, you want to hurt my little master with three runic swords today, and you don't want to be rude, then I will also return the sword!"

Therefore, Liu Guest took out the sword, his long sword came obliquely, the sword body seemed to be shocked, and a sword blade was separated from the long sword, which seemed to be invisible, but in fact it was tangible, and the sword qi was referring to Ning Buer.

Ning Buer didn't say anything more, her brows were already furrowed, and anyone could see that she was in a bad mood at this time.

In the face of the oncoming sword qi, she did not have stage fright, she still raised her hand and held a small sword, this time she did not throw it, but held it tightly in her hand.

As Liu Guest said, she is the talisman sword of the Daomen, a sword is a talisman, and every time a talisman is broken, there is one less talisman.

The sword qi was broken, and the rune sword was also broken.

Ning Buji was injured, she gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked at the field indifferently, reached out and pinched the few remaining rune swords in her hand, a little unsure if she could kill the gentleman.

"Hey!" a voice that made Ning Buji's scalp tingle sounded behind her, and she hurriedly turned sideways, and Edgeworth moved sideways more than ten steps away, looking at the source of the sound with some dismay.

saw that Guo Xiaojiu used the previous Confucian knife again, and just by virtue of the knife in his hand and the borrowing force under his feet, he actually climbed behind her.

"Hehe!" Guo Xiaojiu was full of smiles, and at the same time, the strength under his feet had been unloaded again, and there was a tendency to fall: "Fairy Ning, it seems that you have been injured a lot, I am reluctant to hurt you, just to see if I can stand with you next time and look down on the mountains and rivers under my feet." ”

With Guo Xiaojiu's landing, everyone in the audience was sorry that Guo Xiaojiu did not seize the opportunity to seriously injure this Daomen archmage.

But he never thought that Guo Xiaojiu's saber was across his chest again, and this time he faced the direction of Zhou Ziheng and Liu Guest: "Let her go, otherwise I will join forces with her and fight hard to kill the little master of your family, it's still not a problem!"

"You're so big!" Liu Guest raised his sword and pointed at it, and the next moment his sword qi could split this unashamed guy in half.

"Uncle Liu, let her go, this Ning Buer is so beautiful, she will be taken home by Xiao Jiu as his wife in the future, and then let Xiao Jiu get out of today's evil spirit. If I don't hurt her, I won't be able to explain it to Hongluan!" Zhou Ziheng said with a smile and stuck to Liu Guest's side.

As Zhou Ziheng's words came out, Ning Buji had already turned around and left.

"I'm still trying to take advantage of my little aunt, and my advantage!" Guo Xiaojiu glared at Zhou Ziheng angrily, but noticed that Ning Buer had already turned around and left: "I'll settle accounts with you when I get to Luoyang!"

As he spoke, he chased after Ning Buer in the direction he left, and couldn't help shouting: "Fairy Ning, Fairy Ning, you wait for me!"