"Hehe, you actually broke through in battle, but it's a pity that you don't have enough comprehension of kendo. The young man with the long sword on his back laughed, and at the same time, his body disappeared into the air, and even the thatched pavilion disappeared.

In the end, even the bluestone path dissipated, and then Zhang Mo found himself standing on a stone official road that could be used by two carriages.

Knock!

After two crisp sounds, Zhang Mo saw a green cow walking slowly towards him, and on the back of the green cow lay a person with an open chest, this person was lying on the back of the green ox, and from time to time he took a sip of wine from the wine gourd on his waist, looking very comfortable.

This will naturally Zhang Mo will not take it lightly, the heart sword has been directly summoned, and the blood-red heart sword made a buzz in front of him, obviously the guy on the back of the green cow is also a sword cultivator, because Zhang Mo felt the excitement of the heart sword when he met the same kind.

"Don't think you're going to beat me by beating that piece of waste in front of you. The man on the back of the green ox spoke, but his voice was a little hoarse, probably because he had drunk too much wine.

"Are you the guards of the Ascension Temple?" Zhang Mo asked with some curiosity, from the moment he met the young man with the long sword on his back, Zhang Mo felt that he should have inadvertently touched the prohibition of the Ascension Temple, otherwise there would not be a succession of opponents without setting up a room where the treasure was hidden.

"Hehe, if you want to know who I am, let's win the sword in my hand first!" As soon as the voice of the person on the back of the green cow fell, the whole person flipped off the back of the green cow.

The man was dressed in a patched plain robe, with a large wine gourd hanging from his waist, a scruffy beard on his face, shaggy hair, and a pair of yellowish and cloudy eyes that seemed to have no look.

At first glance, this kind of person is just the most ordinary rotten drunkard among mortals, and he is also the kind of rotten drunkard whose body has been hollowed out by alcohol.

It's just that the aura emanating from his body made Zhang Mo dare not despise it, although the spiritual pressure was only maintained in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, but the sword intent that soared into the sky was several times stronger than the young man who carried the long sword before.

"Stir the heavens and the earth!"

Zhang Mo didn't intend to be polite to this guy who looked like a rotten drunkard, so he immediately showed his newly comprehended sword moves.

The Heart Sword began to spin wildly in front of him, and then a vortex that resembled a funnel formed, eventually expanding and instantly enveloping the rotten drunkard-like guy in it.

The green ox next to the rotten drunkard was instantly ground into a pulp, and the rotten drunkard's face changed slightly, and he reached out and pinched his sword finger and pointed sharply at the center of the whirlpool, and a cyan sword pierced the center of the whirlpool.

Rumble!

Zhang Mo only felt that there was a sudden explosion in front of him, and then the blood-red vortex disappeared in an instant, leaving only the Heart Sword Wu spinning, but the speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

"Okay, you can take my move!" The rotten drunkard's face turned pale, and he pinched his sword fingers, and instantly slashed and stabbed in front of him.

"Slash!"

After the rotten drunkard stopped drinking, a seven-foot-long crystal long sword was formed in front of him, and as soon as this long sword appeared, it was full of murderous aura.

Zhang Mo felt that this sword could kill all living creatures, and at the same time, the spiritual power in his body was somewhat stagnant, even if the Kunpeng wings were opened, Zhang Mo felt that he couldn't dodge this sword, because as soon as this sword came out, the nearby space was locked.

"This is the sword of man, refined to the extreme, capable of slaying all living creatures. The drunkard said proudly. "If you can practice the three swords of heaven, earth and man, it will be no problem to kill immortals!"

Zhang Mo's first reaction was that this rotten drunkard said that he saw the Sancai swordsmanship on the jade pendant, but after thinking about it, there was something wrong, this Sancai swordsmanship needed to refine the best immortal weapon, but this rotten drunkard relied on the sword intent to condense the long sword, which is different here.

It's just that at the moment, Zhang Mo didn't have much time to think about anything else, but let out a low sigh, and once again urged the heart sword to stir the heavens and the earth.

The blood-red heart sword vortex spun wildly, and even the air had a hint of humming.

Choke!

After a crisp sound, the seven-foot long sword of the rotten drunkard directly cut the blood-red vortex in half, and at the same time cut Zhang Mo in two, and its speed was so fast that Zhang Mo didn't have time to react.

Zhang Mo only felt that his mind was blank, and he lost consciousness after a while.

And the rotten drunkard also turned pale after performing the sword move, and sat down on the spot with considerable difficulty, and at the same time took out the gourd on his waist and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth, and then the phantom like the sculpture at the door also reappeared.

"Tsk, I can force you to exert half of your strength, this son is really a surprise to the deity. "The phantom shadow that is the same as the sculpture at the entrance is amazing.

"If it weren't for the master to let the disciple suppress his strength, the disciple would only need to move his fingers to make him disappear. The rotten drunkard said unwillingly. "That would be so troublesome. ”

"Hmph, if you don't suppress your strength, then none of the sword cultivators who come in will be able to pass the level of Huang Puqi. The phantom figure like the sculpture in the doorway snorted. "This son has passed the test of the deity, so I will accept him as a registered disciple for the time being, usually under the guidance of Huang Puqi, and you will be responsible for teaching. ”

"Master is so anxious, isn't the battle of the realm about to start again?" asked the rotten drunkard's eyes with a glint of essence.

"The battle of the realm is fast, but in the past thousand years, there have been few excellent sword cultivators in this realm, and the little guy who appeared last time has some doorways, but he has only participated in a few realm battles and has soared to the god realm. The phantom figure that looked like the sculpture in the door sighed. "Okay, you can do this, remember not to tell him the name of the deity for the time being. ”

"Yes, Master. The rotten drunkard replied respectfully, and asked expectantly. "Master, can you give me some advice?"

The phantom like the sculpture at the door stretched out his finger and pointed it on the forehead of the rotten drunkard, and after a while, the rotten drunkard opened his eyes excitedly, and at the same time began to meditate and cultivate on his knees, because the phantom who was the same as the sculpture at the door had already answered all the doubts of the rotten drunkard in cultivation with his divine thoughts, which would require him to consolidate it, and his strength must be able to go further.

Then the phantom figure like the sculpture at the door waved his hand, and Zhang Mo, who was originally cut in two, recovered in an instant, and then Zhang Mo was slapped into the distance by a soft force, but Zhang Mo didn't know all this.

The young man with the long sword on his back was the same as the sculpture at the door, and he was sitting leisurely in a thatched house studying a secret book, but a figure fell from the sky and broke the silence in the thatched house, but Huang Puqi was not too surprised, because he had received a message from a rotten drunkard before, informing him of everything.