Overnight, undercurrents floated in Jiangzhou City, and countless powerful people came and went, but did not disturb the movement of the sun and the moon, and time passed.

After the morning glow fell, Zhao Wuyou still sat cross-legged in the room to suck the morning glow.

I'm afraid that the person who first created this magical skill did not expect that someone could deepen the initial breathing skills to this extent.

As he inhaled, the sunlight in the air seemed to be twisted and was directly swept into Zhao Wuyou's body. A ball of purple air had gradually turned into clouds and wrapped him up.

However, Zhao Wuyou still understood that he had not reached the most ideal situation. Once he truly reached that level, he would absorb it with all his strength, and even the rising sun at noon could directly absorb energy.

It was then that he could truly be called a perpetual motion machine that could not be killed.

When he reached that state, he was the first to be founded in the Zi Xiaojun Tianshi Sutra. He could step into the state of a great master and become a powerful man of all ages, and would no longer be subject to any secular control.

When sleep reaches his level, he can naturally be replaced by practice, but few people really do this because the mental consumption cannot be restored by internal energy practice.

Only Zhao Wuyou, who is strong enough to have more than one level, can practice continuously for several days and nights, and only needs a few hours to rest and fully recover.

After not sleeping all night, Zhao Wuyou's new martial arts spirit obtained from Lu Xiaofeng benefited him a lot, especially the sword move that hurt him opened his eyes.

Although Zhao Wuyou has never used a sword, saying that he can't use a sword is just underestimating him too much.

But even if he exists like him, he didn't expect that the sword style could be replicated to this point.

It can almost be said that after learning this stance, there is no other sword stance in the world that cannot be seen through or understood.

It has reached the extreme of "complexity" moves!

He is good at using his strength. For the first time, he encountered such a subtle martial art of exerting force. Even a person like Zhao Wuyou couldn't help but become addicted to it.

He has not been exposed to exquisite tricks, but for him, the sects handed down by the Zhenzong of Wudang are too ordinary, and the Seven-Character True Martial Arts emphasizes intention but not moves, and can be used in any moves with amplification load.

Although Lingxi's finger is magical, it is only in Lu Xiaofeng's hands that it is truly unique, otherwise it is not uncommon.

Only this trick Lu Xiaofeng learned from others' martial arts skills can truly make up for Zhao Wuyou's shortcomings.

Zhao Wuyou, who can open up the maximum potential of the human body at any time and even develop brain areas far beyond ordinary people, is actually a little difficult to completely integrate into his own fists and feet for this move.

This made him think about sharpening his sword skills, but if he really got to this point, it might not be a short time for him.

After thinking about it for a while, he still asked Liu Jin, who had already returned, to help him find a sharp blade.

Just inside the city guard palace, there are naturally many magical weapons that people from outside the world cannot find.

Zhao Wuyou chose for a while, and finally chose a black essence iron sword that he liked. It was as beautiful as nature. No one knew how this sword was cast, but one thing was certain, that is, it was absolutely invincible!

The weapon in his hand was new, but it seemed that he had been working together for many years. Zhao Wuyou knew that this sword must have another adventure, but he was not in a hurry to untie it. Instead, he picked it up and said to Liu Jin beside him.

"Let's go, and see the Murong family as well, and see how many people are staring at us secretly!"

After bowing to accept the order, Liu Jin followed Zhao Wuyou and kept Grandpa Qu Yang in the city guarding the palace. They had already walked to the streets of Jiangzhou City in a few steps.

In just half a moment, Zhao Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly and saw a young man wandering around the roadside, with scars but very handsome.

Liu Jin behind him was obviously following the master's gaze, and at the same time he saw the young man. He was slightly different from why Zhao Wuyou was concerned about such a young man. Suddenly, bursts of neighing from the street not far away came from the street!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the horse is frightened! Get out of the way!"

I saw a ball of fiery red shadow rushing towards this side at a very fast speed. Countless vendors along the way were overturned, and people could not dodge and were knocked away from time to time.

A woman shouted anxiously on the back of the fiery shadow, but her hands clutched the fiery shadow under her, not knowing what to do.

Almost everyone who could see the woman on the horse's back couldn't help but be stunned.

Just because she is so beautiful, she doesn't look like a person from the mortal world.

The clothes were as red as fire, and the face was also covered with rosy rosy red people, and the red horse under his crotch that seemed crazy, the whole figure was like a ball of flames that broke into the world, burning the hearts of everyone who saw her.

The eyes were a little anxious as they flowed, but even that look was intoxicating enough.

Having seen the charm of many beauties in the world, Jiang Xiaoyu was still amazed by the girl immediately for a while, and then he immediately hid aside.

‘Don’t join in on this kind of excitement!’

He shaved the scars on his face.

'This kind of woman is just a whirlpool of trouble. If you can stay away, stay away. Xiaoyuer, Xiaoyuer, don't forget what you did when you come to Jiangzhou City!'

When Jiang Xiaoyu thought of the piano boy who betrayed his father, he wanted to pull him off a layer of skin, then apply honey to him, and throw it into the ant nest to let him enjoy what pain and despair are.

"It's really uneasy!"

I don’t know when a Taoist priest in feathered clothes was standing beside him with a black stone sword.

With the Taoist priest's low sigh, everyone present saw a sword light flashing, and then the tranquility of the world!

It seemed as if only a sword was left to pull away and return.

"Swish, ding!"

Then a huge sound came out!

"Dong!!!"

Then the sound of the skin being cut and water flowing out came.

"puff!!"

A burst of red came towards the people in the street.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it was not until this time that someone screamed, and the crazy red horse fell completely in the pool of blood.

The horse's head fell three feet away.

Jiang Xiaoyu swallowed.

‘My goodness, this Taoist priest was the one who had a big show yesterday? His martial arts skills are so high, the most important thing is... he is so cruel to start!’

He naturally could see that the Taoist priest could easily kill the red horse with one sword, and of course he could also cut the red horse with one palm.

But he used the most neat and ruthless method, which means that this Taoist priest is definitely not a kind-hearted person.

"Xiaohong! Xiaohong!"

After falling off the horse, the woman who was stunned for a while suddenly saw the red horse lying in a pool of blood, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

However, the Taoist priest didn't care about the beautiful scenery that the beauty cried and took a step forward to continue walking towards another part of the street.

There are winding mountains and rocks, and buildings are built against the mountains, which is obviously a huge manor.

The woman in red hugged the dead horse and cried for a while, as if she suddenly thought of something, and quickly chased the Taoist priest's back.
Chapter completed!