Zong Shouyan said briefly and took a deep look at Lei Dong: "It's just a little strange. Since my elder brother Lei Dong was born in Wujue Villa, why can't he understand that mountains are still mountains and water is still water?"
If he had known that this man had such a prominent background, he would never have said a word at that time.
It was also secretly strange that the two people had obviously similar faces, so they must be blood relatives.
Since they are called uncle and nephew, why don't they have the same surname?
Wujue Villa also specializes in swordsmanship, but Lei Dong specializes in swordsmanship, and he has such a cheating surname. At that time, he really thought that this guy was a helpless casual cultivator.
Lei Dong smiled awkwardly, rubbed his nose, and looked up at the sky. Yan Fan didn't care: "Don't be angry, Prince. Dong'er takes his mother's surname, so his surname is Lei. This guy was angry with me in his early years and ran away from home.
I gave up my sword and practiced swordsmanship, saying that I wanted to find a way out on my own without relying on my Wujue Villa. This time, I would like to thank the prince. If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t know when he would come to see me!”
Zong Shou suddenly understood, and the energy in his chest became slightly calmer, but he still glared at Lei Dong.
It's not because of this person's life experience, but because of what happened today, this guy must be a part of it.
Lei Dong seemed to know that he was wrong, and looked helpless as he kept bowing to Zong Shou.
If it hadn't been for Fairy Taiyuan, why would he have squandered the stone? There was no need to invite his uncle out. He originally wanted to keep the stone and make it a family heirloom.
Suddenly something moved in his heart, he raised a wine jar in his hand and made a three-character gesture with his right hand.
After a distance of more than ten feet, Zongshou smelled a clear aroma of wine. It seemed to be better than the half-step shake that day, and it was obviously a first-class fairy wine. I thought again and again of that day when I drank a bowl of wine.
, who was so drunk that An Zongshou could not help but feel a burning hatred.
He moved his hand towards Lei Dong and made a "cross" gesture in return. Looking at Lei Dong's face turning into a bitter melon face in an instant, he felt a little happy in his chest.
Yan Fan also smiled, as if he didn't notice Zong Shou's little move at all. With a flick of his sleeves, he threw the wooden jar containing the white chess pieces in front of Zong Shou, and said with a smile: "Actually, I also saw the sword intention stone.
Yes. The prince is already a psychic at a young age, which is really amazing! I think he can help us solve the problem this time! Complete this end game. I remember that the prince has used Jingyun several times along the way.
Is the Divine Sword Intention right?"
Zong Shou remained silent, not stupid enough to ask these two people, what would you do if he didn't want to play this chess game?
The gaze he looked at Fairy Taiyuan was a bit more passionate than that of his lover. The same was true for Yan Fan. If he hadn't known that this man had a wife and was extremely loving, Zong Shou would have almost thought that this old guy had some abnormal sexual orientation.
.
If you really want to refuse, your face will not look good if these two people threaten you.
With a cold snort secretly, Zong Shou still urged the thunder-walking spirit bone to walk to the chessboard with a creaking sound. He took care of himself and sat down cross-legged.
When he looked at it from a distance, he didn't notice anything. Now when he looked carefully, he could only feel a cloud-like sword in the void, thrusting straight towards him. It seemed that it was about to split his head open in the next moment.
Zong Shou's eyes sharpened, and he subconsciously slapped a white piece on the lower right corner of the chessboard, making a soft "pop" sound.
Strangely enough, when the chess piece fell, the sword he saw was immediately shattered by an inexplicable force and turned into a cloud of mist.
Shui Lingbo and Yan Fan couldn't help but stand up at this moment, looking at Zong Shou's position with surprise in their eyes.
Shui Lingbo's castle was relatively shallow, so he clenched his fist unconsciously and waved it vigorously.
The best test of a person's swordsmanship and talent is the instant reaction in the moment between life and death!
But Zong Shou's move just now was far more perfect than they expected! Twice, no! Three times or four times more!
Not only did he block the cloud sword, but he also forcibly scattered it! That moment of counterattack was truly close to the level of a sword!
Suddenly, Shui Ling's boxiong was filled with joy. Even if there were obstacles between heaven and man, so what if the divine soul was broken? She always had a way to remove these obstacles one by one, allowing this child to truly embark on the path of spiritual practice!
The foundation of their Taiyuan Sect is far from comparable to that of the low-end Holy Land sect like the Lingyun Sect!
His eyes couldn't help but become even hotter, as if they were going to burn Zong Shou's body completely!
Zhao Yanran's face moved slightly, her hand subconsciously pressed the sword, and then she regained her composure.
Just now she felt a powerful martial arts idea suddenly erupting, making her subconsciously want to take precautions.
But at this moment, he thought to himself, sure enough, in that battle in the black mud swamp, Zong Shou did not try his best!
If she were to deal with this game of chess, she would definitely be blown away by the force of the counterattack. She would not be able to practice cultivation for more than ten days.
Su Chuxue and Lian Fan behind them had another reaction. The two of them couldn't feel the confrontation at that moment. They only felt that Zong Shouwang's chess piece fell, as if it had the power to shake the world!
After the sound of falling, the clouds and mist lingering between the sky and the earth were at least 20% thinner!
Chuxue couldn't help but look at the chessboard again in surprise. She blinked her eyes and wondered, could it be that the heavy fog in the sky was really the reason for this chess game? "Good chess! Good chess! This move is really perfectly placed, and the strange soldiers stand out! It's both balanced."
The overall situation!" Yan Fan sighed in admiration, as if several people were playing chess. He picked up a black stone and dropped it casually in the center of the chessboard.
"Then how will the crown prince prepare to deal with my son?"
Before Zong Shou could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, he saw the clouds and mist condense again, and the cloud light suddenly changed, hidden in the mist, seeming to appear and disappear, coming through the edges. There was no trace, but he could feel the danger quietly.
And arrived.
However, the illusion in front of him was extremely real. Zong Shou tried his best but could not break away. Zong Shou cursed in his heart. Without hesitation, Zong Shou shot out again, and it still landed in the lower right corner.
But when it came time to make the move, Zong Shou had let go of all his scruples. Anyway, he had just been forced to leak some information, so there was no need to deliberately hide it.
Therefore, there is no hesitation in speaking.
"Although this sword of cloud fantasy is ethereal and has no trace, it is too soft. And the light and shadow change, can it really be completely invisible and traceless? This is not the true meaning of the Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Technique! This level is really too ordinary.
Just hearing a soft sound of "Ding," a white fog sword was suddenly shot out of the clouds and mist. It was shattered without any suspense!
When Yan Fan saw this, not only was he not annoyed, but his eyes shone brightly, and his joy could hardly be suppressed. He slightly led the way and said: "Sure enough, there is something wrong! It is just a trail hidden in the fog.
!Then what if I do this again?"
The same cloud-light phantom sword, just halfway through, one transformed into four, and the four transformed into eight, strangling them from all directions.
Zong Shou couldn't help but smile when he saw this. If it was anything else, that would be fine. He was an expert in the magic sword.
Without hesitation, a hanging corner came. A white stone was placed next to the black piece.
"This sword is not bad, but it feels like sharpening the weapon in battle! It's still a bit off, and I can't hide it from me, but it's not difficult to break it. The owner of the village is not good at this, so why force it?"
Most warriors in the world specialize in one discipline. Like him, in order to be able to combine the swords of hundreds of schools, he will study the sword techniques carefully and deeply, no matter whether they are exquisite or not. Most of the top sword techniques spread in the Yun Realm have been studied thoroughly.
.Almost truly combines the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought!
The owner of Wujue Mountain Villa tried him with the Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Technique. However, he had never seen the complete Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Technique, and he had not made any effort to study it. Although the martial arts method, one pass
Bai Tong and Yan Fan have reached the realm of Lingwu Zun. They are only half a step away from the realm of immortal martial arts. But after all, they are not as good as those who practice every day!
Martial arts cultivators in this era cannot use virtual illusions like him to practice sword skills in actual combat day and night.
It’s no exaggeration to say that it’s time to sharpen one’s skills in battle!
Sure enough, among the eight swords, the middle one suddenly shook. Then all the swords disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.
Yan Fan's breath immediately suffocated slightly. Zong Shou's evaluation was indeed correct.
Lei Dong was behind, but he gloated, "Tsk, laugh."
Yan Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, turned around and glared at his nephew coldly, but no longer hesitated, but looked at Fairy Taiyuan again with great satisfaction. Zong Shou's talent and swordsmanship level were already roughly known to him, and there was no need to continue.
try.
It is indeed a channeling of swordsmanship! Using the level of sword rhyme to show the true power of the sword!
With such good materials and quality, it may not be possible to produce a Shui Ling Bo in a hundred years. You're welcome, it's also a black chess piece, thrown into the chessboard.
In Zong Shou's mind, the situation also changed again. The countless clouds, gas, and mist condensed again. This time, the sword's power was different from Yan Fan's.
Extremely strong and tough, fierce and domineering. Its momentum is several times more powerful than that of the first sword!
Zong Shou's aura couldn't help but be suffocated. The powerful sword force faintly penetrated his mind.
The gaze was immediately sharp and quickly dissipated.
"Sure enough, the sword is just like the man! The power of this sword is really domineering!" With one sentence, he faintly stabbed the two people present. Zong Shou's expression returned to calm.
"It's just that the essence of this Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Technique requires a combination of hardness and softness. If it is too strong, it will be easy to break!
Where is your cloud sword? It's obviously an ice sword!"
The ball fell from his hand, and there was another crisp sound of "pop," and a loud sound.
The most rigid and powerful sword instantly shattered and collapsed like ice dust. The mighty sword power also disappeared without a trace.
Shui Lingbo was overjoyed, his eyes sparkling. If it weren't for the hateful old man Yan Fan, he might not have been able to win. He wished he could snatch the sect guard away immediately.
At this moment, he could only endure it, frowned, pretended to be angry, and shouted coldly: "You are just a practitioner of the Eight Meridians Secret Martial Arts, and you dare to say that I am wrong~"!