In Qingyun Academy, in order to deal with the wandering swordsman, Zuo Fengchen had to open his own Great Summoning Technique. After the Great Summoning Technique was opened, it directly summoned the strongest hero Doomsday Gambling Saint that Zuo Feng Chen could summon.

At this time, only the Doomsday Gambling Saint can fight him!

The sky gradually changed, and a city appeared in a trance in the Qingyun Holy Land. In a room, there was a man who wore a cowboy hat and looked at the beggar in front of him.

There is such a big gap between a down-and-out beggar and the lord of a city.

"Want to make a bet?"

The Doomsday Gambler was playing with a poker card in his hand, and his casual words were impossible to refuse. However, the beggar simply looked up at the Doomsday Gambler and shook his head.

"Don't bet. ”

"Bet on it, win, it's all yours!"

After the Doomsday Gambling Saint finished speaking, piles of gold, silver and jewelry suddenly appeared on the gambling table.

Looking at the glorious gold and silver jewelry, the beggar only glanced at it and did not look at it.

"Gambling is bad for your health, so refusing to gamble starts with me. ”

The beggar's body is full of blue light, and the gambling intent of the Doomsday Gambling Saint can't invade his body at all, it seems that this beggar has already broken through the fairyland.

"No betting, goodbye. ”

After the Doomsday Gambling Saint finished speaking, the city in the sky gradually blurred.

"What? and I'm gone, my fifteen gold coins!"

Zuo Fengchen was even more heartbroken!

"Wait a minute, can you share the soul of Xiao Wu Taishou with me a little?"

The Doomsday Gambling Saint was leaving, Mo Langxi suddenly got up from the ground and shouted. Seeing that it was Mo Langxi, the Doomsday Gambling Saint thought about it, this guy was going to assist Zuo Fengchen, he was helping himself get out of here, all thinking of this, the Doomsday Gambling Saint waved his hand, and gave a few wisps of Xiao Wu Taishou's soul to Mo Langxi.

After getting the soul of Xiao Wu Taishou, Mo Langxi was like a treasure, he was busy using the magic weapon to pretend to be his soul and went to practice again, anyway, there was nothing to do here, and he couldn't beat this stinky beggar, so it was better to quickly refine the soul of Xiao Wu Taishou, and then merge with his soul, and he could also have the fist intent of Xiao Wu Taishou.

As long as you have the fist intent of Xiao Wu Taishou, are you still afraid of this stinky beggar when the time comes?

After Mo Langxi left, the Doomsday Gambling Saint also left, and for a while, the only people who could fight were Zuo Fengchen and Qingjuan.

"He must be defeated!"

For some reason, a voice suddenly came from Zuo Fengchen's head, he must defeat the unruly Pamir, otherwise Qingyun will lose face!

"Let me fight you!"

After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, he drew out the Purple Dragon Sword, Pamir felt Zuo Fengchen's battle intent, and in order to show respect for his opponent, he also pulled out the Qiushui Sword in his hand.

"100 people killed!"

After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, a sword slashed towards Pamir, and the cold sword qi flew towards Pamir like a crescent moon, and Pamir slashed the sword qi of a hundred people with a wave of the Qiushui sword.

"100 people killed!"

Zuo Fengchen made several consecutive killings of 100 people, but they were all easily shot down by Pamir.

"You haven't learned to kill immortals yet?"

"What immortal?"

"Oh, you don't know? No wonder you're so weak. ”

After Pamir finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and raised a sword, and a sword slashed towards Zuo Fengchen, Zuo Fengchen hurriedly swung his sword to meet him, but for some reason, Zuo Fengchen suddenly had a feeling that the sword could not be caught, so under the reminder of the sixth sense, Zuo Fengchen hurriedly dodged sideways.

I saw a thick sword qi rushing towards me with a hint of coolness, and the sword qi flew over and actually cut the century-old ancient pine in the distance in half with a sword.

If this sword struck me, wouldn't I be cut in half?

Zuo Fengchen couldn't help but rejoice that he hadn't escaped the difficulty, but he felt a pain in his stomach, but he didn't expect that a sword had actually stabbed him in the stomach.

This sword came so quickly, Zuo Fengchen didn't feel it at all!

There was a tingling pain in his stomach, Zuo Fengchen felt a chill, this sword kills, it can destroy two souls together, so it is also called the sword of the devil.

The sword was pulled out of his stomach, Zuo Fengchen felt that he was fluttering, and he fell to the ground with one heel. Qingwan ran over and hugged Zuo Fengchen in her arms, her face was anxious, she held down Zuo Fengchen's wound, but Zuo Fengchen had gradually closed his eyes.

"It's useless, Qiushui Sword, you can only die, Qingjuan, let's see you in the next life!"

"Childe, Childe, you can't die!"

Qingwan cried, her heart was flustered, thinking of a helpless girl.

"If your skills are not as good as others, what is there to be sad about?"

Pamir took the sword, carried it on his back, and went to roast the dog.

The air was filled with the fragrance of dog meat, and Zuo Fengchen felt that a whirlpool appeared in front of him, and the whirlpool was spinning faster and faster, and a pitch-black ancient sword kept chasing after him, driving himself to the whirlpool-like deep well.

That well is the entrance to the Nine Secluded Lands!

No wonder the Qiushui Sword will cut off people's souls, it turns out that after it kills people, its sword spirit will keep chasing people's souls and force them until they reach the Nine Shadows.

But for some reason, looking at the aggressive ancient sword, Zuo Fengchen was in a bad mood, and as soon as he was in a bad mood, he couldn't help but scratch his ears and cheeks.

"What an annoying sword, see if I don't talk about you breaking it!"

A stick fell from the sky, and Zuo Fengchen grabbed a stick in his hand and smashed it towards the sword chasing him. The sword saw that Zuo Fengchen's appearance had changed, and he ran away as if he had smoked.

Next to the forbidden stone, under a cypress tree, the beggar Pamir stuck the autumn water sword into the ground, he roasted dog meat with one hand and picked his nose with the other, for some reason, the dog meat was not completely cooked, and it was dark.

"Hey, isn't it delicious?"

"Delicious, ah, who are you?"

Pamir didn't know when there was a monkey squatting beside him, and the monkey was actually different from the monkey in the West Mountain, he was still wearing armor and a cloak, and he was majestic.

"I'm Zuo Fengchen who was killed by you!"

When the monkey finished speaking, he picked up the stick and threw it at Pamir, and when the stick went down, Pamir jumped away, but his barbecue stand was smashed by a stick.

"It's not fun, it's not fun, there's a kind of fight with me!"

I don't know why Zuo Fengchen suddenly turned into a monkey, and I don't know why his fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that he naturally likes to fight, and the more he fights, the more excited he becomes!

"Haha, dead monkey demon, I'll play with you, after Ye Zui died, I haven't met an opponent for a long time, and today I can finally have a good time!"

After the wandering swordsman Pamir finished speaking, he grabbed the Qiushui Sword with one hand, and then carried the sword towards Zuo Fengchen to kill.

In the night, only the sound of swords and sticks intersecting could be heard, and the sound of dangdang's metal resounded through Qingyun Academy. The two of them are like this, you come and go, you stab me to block, you smash with a stick, and I block with a sword, so they have been fighting for nearly 40 rounds and still don't know the winner.