Chapter 336 Who dares to draw the sword if there is respect for the body and immortality in the heart?
Taoist Xuantian's words made Cen Jiulian, who exuded a noble aura, flash of anger in his eyes, but he could not show it, since Penglai Holy Land would not give Bai Yujing face.
There was no need for Cen Jiulian to maintain the superficial harmony of the Three Holy Lands in front of these little minions. He pointedly said: "It's natural for you to have nothing to do with your respected master. The so-called sword-carrying man is just a person who walks in the darkness and cannot see the light."
, I heard that the Three Immortals of Penglai also died in the hands of this person, I wonder if the man carrying the sword can be captured."
"Never."
Taoist Xuantian was unexpectedly calm. Although Cen Jiulian concealed it very well, he still got the answer he wanted.
Bai Yujing's sword fairy must have taken action against the man carrying the sword.
It looks like.
The result is not very good.
This made Taoist Xuantian secretly shocked.
This time, he secretly revealed his identity and became entangled with these smooth families in Lucheng, just to confirm something.
Now.
He got the answer.
An answer that even Penglai Holy Land is unwilling to accept:
If even the sword immortals in Baiyujing Holy Land cannot keep Qin Jiu.
So.
The Three Immortals of Penglai intercepted Qin Jiu in Danzhou.
It's absolutely impossible to do so.
Their death was of course a planned move by the Penglai Holy Lord, in order to eliminate those who did not support him.
The only thing that the people in charge of Penglai Holy Land cannot understand is why Qin Jiu disappeared?
Who did it?
Banished to immortality from the upper realm?
If this is the case.
You have to seize the slim chance.
Taoist Xuantian was unexpectedly silent.
Cen Jiulian looked around and his eyes fell on Han Wen, Mo Pinglan, Su Shouzhuo and Qu Lianghong, and said in a bad tone: "Which of you is the newly promoted fifteenth gentleman of the Holy Academy?"
"Mr. Fifteen is not here. If you have any questions, you can tell me." Han Wen's attitude was cold, "If it is something insignificant, please leave immediately. Anyone I have not invited will be regarded as enemies invading Lucheng."
"Um?"
"Who are you? What a loud tone!"
When Cen Jiulian heard this, his pupils shrank, a sword shadow was projected in his eyes, and he went straight towards Han Wen,
That sword shadow seemed to connect heaven and earth, like a sword of heavenly punishment, trying to take Han Wen's life.
Han Wen immediately stood up from his seat, pulled out the sword with the hand holding the hilt, and the sword on his waist was unsheathed. The sword was unremarkable when it was unsheathed, and there was no flash of aura when the sword was wielded by a swordsman. However, Cen Jiulian
A sword with hidden murderous intent was strangely blocked in front of him.
"Saint Won, Korean."
Han Wen stood with his sword in hand, looking at the people in the hall and speaking loudly.
"Han Mou invites you all to come today to discuss the matter of guarding Lucheng. Whether you are from Lucheng's thousand-year-old family, or the spokesperson of a large sect behind it, or Baiyujing, Penglai Holy Land, whoever should come is here.
I'm afraid someone who shouldn't be here is also on the way."
"Everything in the world is done for the sake of fame and fortune. It is not surprising. Conspiracies and tricks can be used as much as possible. If there is anyone with evil intentions, please reveal it directly. My Korean text will continue, the matter of Lucheng, Mr. Fifteen will be handed over to
I am fully responsible, how can I betray others? I am afraid that your desire to find Mr. Fifteen is not out of good intentions!"
The words in Korean were sonorous and powerful, revealing the evil intentions of those present.
And if he is so wanton, he is treating everyone present as potential enemies.
Suddenly, the practitioners in the main hall looked at Han Wen with extremely unkind eyes.
Today's young people.
Are all of them so young and energetic?
Cen Jiulian laughed and said arrogantly: "Are you standing up for Gu Yusheng? Well, before Gu Yusheng entered the Holy Academy, he had a grudge with my junior brother Chang Suifeng. Junior brother Chang was killed by Gu Yusheng. I wanted to kill him with a sword.
Reincarnation, can you accept it?"
"Just draw the sword!"
Han Wen stood in the north of the main hall, unmoving.
"Draw the sword? You are not a great swordsman, so you have no right to let me draw the sword!"
Cen Jiulian took a step forward, raised his right hand, pushed forward with his index finger, and the sword light condensed on his fingertips.
The sword glow was like a silver lightning that formed a line at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed slow but was urgent, and it penetrated Han Wen's heart in an instant.
"Brother Han!"
Su Shouzhuo and Qu Lianghong’s expressions changed drastically!
Both of them were wondering why the Korean language was not fluent.
Why not take precautions?
Only Mo leaned on the railing and took out a pill and gave it to Han Wen. When he looked back at Cen Jiulian, his hair was blowing in the wind, and his murderous intention was secretly rising.
"Brother Mo, I'm fine." The secret voice in Korean said, "Calm down, the crisis is still behind you, don't fall into their trap."
He still maintained his standing posture, motionless.
"Lingxi sword finger!"
Fang Yuan's pupils shrank and his eyes widened.
The dissatisfaction and secret anger on his face were replaced by shock and reluctance. When he left Penglai Holy Land this time, he realized that he was only one step away from becoming a great sword cultivator. Therefore, in his heart, he was almost equal to the great sword cultivator. Last night, he was
Wangxianju was unable to draw his sword, and today Mo Pianlan, who was not very famous in the Holy Academy, put a sword to his neck. Now, he finally saw a real swordsman take action.
He could see the secret behind the sword strike just now. It wasn't that Han Wen didn't dodge the sword strike, but that he couldn't dodge it at all.
That is suppression in the realm of swordsmanship.
Same reason.
It was him instead.
Can't dodge either.
That is to say.
He thought he could enter the realm of great sword cultivator in one step, but compared to the real great sword cultivator, he could be killed instantly with one move.
Shocked and unwilling.
Fang Yuan's mentality gradually became unbalanced!
Unknowingly, his face began to become ferocious and distorted. He turned around and left in despair. Here, he was simply humiliating himself.
In the middle of the main hall, Cen Jiulian slowly put down his fingers and said to Han Wen: "Don't blame me, you can't catch me. Since you entered the Holy Court early and have a brilliant future, why would you die for someone who came out of the countryside? What a shame.
You’re not worth it.”
"It's worth it." Han Wen stood proudly, his eyes looking at Cen Jiulian became extremely dull, "It turns out that the high-ranking swordsman is not even a mortal living in the mortal world. In my eyes, no matter how high your swordsmanship is, your people
His quality will never be as good as Mr. Fifteen's."
"Oh? I can still talk."
Cen Jiulian raised his eyelids. He didn't want to know why Han Wen didn't die, and he didn't want to know either, because what Han Wen just said made him really want to kill.
"You may be right, but I'm sorry, I will kill you soon. No one will remember the words of a dead person."
When Cen Jiulian said this, he raised his left hand, twisted his wrist slightly, and held a sword inlaid with jade in his palm.
The moment Cen Jiulian sacrificed his sword, the hall seemed to be filled with a sword lotus, and everyone's spiritual power seemed to have stagnated. Even Taoist Xuantian in the eighth realm could not help but show a hint of fear:
The reason why a sword cultivator is a great sword cultivator is because he can control a world with the sword in his hand, just like the eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator can control the spirits of heaven and earth that isolate the surroundings.
Cen Jiulian was in the late stage of the Seventh Realm Golden Elixir, but he was able to cross the realm with his sword, smoothing the gap between him and the Eighth Realm monks.
To ordinary people, this gap is like a chasm.
Kendo practitioners are different from other practitioners in that the sword in their hands is the master.
One sword and one mountain.
One sword can count mountains.
It is more likely that one sword can conquer the world.
Taoist Xuantian said secretly: "This man's swordsmanship is still higher than that of my Penglai Great Sword Cultivator. No wonder he is so arrogant and domineering."
"You are a disciple of the Holy Academy, and you have contributed a lot to guarding Lucheng. I will draw my sword and kill you."
Cen Jiulian looked proud.
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A calm voice came from outside the palace: "You can try to draw your sword."