Chapter Fifty-Three: Green Silk Slash

In the middle of the battlefield, the frost blade collided violently with the sword shadow of the gun, and a burst of frost and cold qi spread out, and the surrounding temperature immediately dropped, like the most chilly cold wind in the winter moon, blowing people into the bone marrow, the frost wind blew, Chen Ji and the other six people's internal force quickly rotated to resist the frost qi inside and outside the body.

Zhou Zheng let out a long roar, holding a long knife and rushing towards Chen Ji and the others, a three-foot cold blade spit out from the long knife, and the long knife was swung out with a cold air, and no one was his enemy wherever Zhou Zheng passed.

"Huh" Zhou Zheng's long knife swung out and brought up a frost and cold aura, Ling Xu couldn't reach it, but was swept in the abdomen by the aftermath of the frost blade, on the side of the waist and abdomen, a half-inch deep wound appeared, and the blood had not had time to flow out and had been completely frozen by the cold air, and there was no trace of bright red in the wound, and the wound that was frozen purple looked shocking.

Just when Jiang Yuan was injured, Chen Ji roared angrily, only to see a phantom of a golden spear about forty feet long heading straight towards Zhou Zheng.

"Drink" Zhou Zheng slashed out again, and a frost blade went straight to the phantom of the golden spear, although the frost blade was not as golden as the golden spear shadow, but the cold aura in the blade was solid, as if Zhou Zheng had cut out a real huge blade.

When the frost blade and the golden spear shadow had not yet collided, Jiang Xiyue raised the long sword in his hand, and his eyes were completely focused on the tip of the long sword, and the tip of the long sword was drawn to the ground, and the focused look was not like swinging the sword and slashing, but it was more like carefully drawing something with the sword in his hand.

This green silk slash is extremely fast, but it is the last to come first, and the place it passes seems to have become a dividing line of space, colliding with the frost blade before the golden spear shadow, there is no earth-shattering sound, just like a knife cutting tofu, the green silk slash passes through everything in the middle of the frost blade, the frost blade is broken, and the cold air in it rags out and collides violently with the golden spear shadow, and the green silk slash is only a little lighter, and it is still slashing towards Zhou Zheng quickly.

Zhou Zheng saw the green silk slash coming, the pupils in his eyes shrank, his right hand pushed forward flatly, and a dark yellow cover qi appeared in front of him, and the green silk slash left a deep trace on the yellow cover qi and then disappeared invisibly, without hurting Zhou Zheng in the slightest.

"Ground-level martial artist" Chen Ji looked at Zhou Zheng and said word by word, while the rest of the people looked at Zhou Zheng with their eyes full of horror.

Ordinary martial artists before the prefecture level cannot use any exercises with attributes, but there is one type of exception, that is, the royal heirs of the Five Kingdoms, the Jin Rui Qi cultivated by Chen Guo, the Jing Wood Qi cultivated by Mu Guo, the Frost Qi cultivated by Snow Country, and the Yan Yang Qi cultivated by Yan Country, Although this kind of exercise is powerful, and if the person who cultivates it reaches the ground level, he will get twice the result with half the effort when he practices the same kind of martial arts, but there is a shortcoming, just like the Yan Yang True Qi cultivated by Shangguan Hong of the Yan Kingdom, if he cultivates the fire attribute martial arts after the ground level, he will get twice the result with half the effort, but he can no longer practice the martial arts of other attributes. Everyone thought that Zhou Zheng had just practiced the Snow Country's Frost True Qi, and it was so powerful with the Cold Attribute Exercise, but when Zhou Zheng used the dark yellow cover qi, they realized that everyone was facing a real ground-level master, and for a while, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to make the first move.

Zhou Zheng didn't rush to make a move, his eyes stayed on Jiang Xiyue's body through everyone, and said thoughtfully, "Green silk chop, famous sword thrush", suddenly his eyes leaked, and his voice was a little higher, and he said, "You are the descendant of the sword saint Aoki Yao", and his words actually revealed a little jealousy.

Zhou Zheng's words immediately exploded in the field, not for anything else, just because the name of the sword saint Aoki Haruka is too loud, legend has it that the sword saint Aoki Haruka is good at using a sword to paint thrushes, and the eyebrows painted with a sword are better than all the brushes in the world, and some people say that his famous stunt 'Green Silk Chop' is realized from the thrush. Since ancient times, there are not a few powerful people who can split mountains with swords and draw swords to break the river, but there are only one person who can use the sword thrush to draw the sword saint Aoki Haruka, "if the power is like a mountain, as thin as a thrush" This is people's evaluation of the sword saint Aoki Haruka's swordsmanship, and it is also respected by the people of the rivers and lakes as the supreme realm of swordsmanship. However, what made Haruka Aoki a legend was his battle with the founder of Xuantian Sect, and the two of them fought hard for several days without a score, and since then he has established his reputation as the first sword in the world.

In the field, Liang Wanzhi and several others slowly gathered in the direction of Jiang Xiyue, faintly regarded Jiang Xiyue as the leader of their own side, but no one made a rash move, although the name of the Sword Saint Descendant is loud, but the face is always a prefecture-level master, and I have not heard of what kind of martial arts can be strong enough to challenge the level.

Looking at the nervous few people on the other side, Zhou Zheng opened his mouth and said, "How, do you still need to fight?" At the same time, with a move, three people walked out of the snow country, and snatched the tokens from Jiang Yuan, the man from Xuantian Sect, and Huang Pu Lie, who had collapsed to the ground.

The five of them quietly watched Jiang Yuan and the three of them have their tokens taken away, with anger in their eyes but they can't vent it, "Isn't this battle for the Ten Square Towers only people below the prefecture level able to participate, why is he here?" Liang Wanzhi asked.

The four of them all looked at Qin Zhili, but Qin Zhili couldn't answer for a while, there had never been such a situation in the past, Qin Zhili was the only one from the Xuantian Sect among the five now, and after biting his lip tightly, he still opened his mouth and said, "I don't know how he got in, but when he gets out, the sect will give everyone an explanation."

"Hahaha... , Confess, Xuantian Sect also said three years ago that he would give an explanation, did you give it?" Zhou Zheng laughed arrogantly, as if he was not at all concerned about what kind of punishment he would receive after Qin Zhili said Xuantian Sect's explanation.

"Three years ago" Qin Zhili was stunned for a moment, bowed his head and muttered to himself, and suddenly raised his head to look at Zhou Zheng and said, "You are Zhou Zheng, Zhou Zheng who entered Zhulu Valley three years ago" In the last battle for the Ten Square Towers, Zhou Zheng was one of the representatives of the Snow Country, but he never went out after entering Zhulu Valley, everyone thought that Zhou Zheng was buried in the mouth of the demon beast, but they didn't expect that Zhou Zheng was hidden in Zhulu Valley, and he was familiar with the terrain in Zhulu Valley for three years, and he also broke through to the prefecture level.

"Exactly," Zhou Zheng said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No wonder Snow Country was so good at talking three years ago, they knew that you were still alive, and all this was calculated by you," Qin Zhili pointed at Zhou Zheng and said angrily.

"Miss Qin, don't talk nonsense, three years ago, I was just injured by a demon beast and was unconscious, and when I woke up, the battle of Zhulu Valley had already ended, and now I just met my junior brothers, and by the way, I just sent them out of the valley" Zhou Zheng still smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, no matter what, ground-level martial artists can't enter Zhulu Valley, you have broken the rules, and the elders in the sect will definitely not spare you when you get out," Qin Zhili said.

"Are the rules?I remember that it seemed to say that only martial artists below the prefecture level can enter the Shifang Pagoda, and now I am entering the Zhulu Valley, but I have not broken your rules, and when I entered the Zhulu Valley, I was also at the Xuan level" Zhou Zheng said, step by step towards Qin Zhili and the others, "What, do you still want to fight now?" Zhou Zheng asked.

Although Zhou Zheng's pace was slow, it became an invisible pressure in the eyes of Qin Zhili and others, as Zhou Zheng got closer and closer, the five of them didn't even breathe a little faster, originally thinking that Zhou Zheng would break the rules, more or less convergence, but listening to his tone just now was already unscrupulous, and the fact is just as Zhou Zheng said, Xuantian Sect stipulates that only martial artists below the prefecture level can enter the Shifang Pagoda, as for the strength of the martial artists who enter the Zhulu Valley, it is not clearly specified, but each sect is in line with the principle of fairness, and is unwilling to waste any place, so every time the candidates to participate in the battle for the Ten Fang Pagoda are martial artists below the ground level, this has almost become a default fact, but now this fact that has been tacitly acquiesced by various sects has not been put on the surface, and has been exploited by the people of the Snow Country, Qin Zhili and the other five people tightened their weapons and were ready to attack at any time.