The vast void, the flowing clouds are like water, and the blue is like the sea.
A huge figure flew through the air, like wind and light, extremely fast.
It was a huge gourd made of ancient sapphire, nearly ten meters long, with figures sitting in front and behind it.
Wine Master!
Chen Zong!
He was assassinated by Heisha's men that day. After Chen Zong took away the valuable things from the other party's Najie, he reported the incident, causing a great sensation.
After all, the assassination of a Mingbang Tianjiao in Xuanming Courtyard in Xuanming District was such a big deal that the main palace of Xuanming City directly dispatched a city-wide investigation.
The guards in the Xuanming District have also become tighter, making it difficult for birds to cross, and there are even more powerful people standing guard. The Black Evil people can't even think of sneaking in again.
In the following time, Chen Zong also practiced hard, taking elixirs to refine the power of the elixirs and improve his Qi and body training.
After taking all the elixirs, he went to Guxuan Tower to buy a batch, and continued to take them for practice, which gradually improved his Qi and body training, approaching the intermediate semi-saint level.
Now, the time agreed with Lord Jiu has come, and he will leave Xuanming City with Lord Jiu.
The Wine Venerable is a powerful person at the peak of the Saint Realm. The Universe Sun and Moon Pot is not only a secret treasure for wine making, but it can also be used to fly in the air at an astonishing speed.
Sitting on the Qiankun Sun and Moon Pot, Chen Zongyouzaiyouzai, with the gilt Shen Yue Sword on his knees and a wine gourd in his left hand, was given by the Master of Wine before.
Originally, Chen Zong thought that the ten-year-old Qiankun Sun and Moon wine inside was only one or two kilograms. Unexpectedly, it didn't look big from the outside, but it was unique and mysterious inside, weighing a hundred kilograms.
One hundred pounds of ten-year-old Qiankun Sun and Moon Wine is enough for Chen Zong to drink for a long time.
This wine is also of great benefit to your own cultivation.
After taking a sip, Chen Zong refined it, improving his cultivation level little by little.
"My name is Master Jiu, and my old rival is called Master Sword." Master Jiu also took a sip of wine and said to Chen Zong.
"Sword Master." Chen Zong recited it silently to remember this title.
"Although he is not listed on the Mysterious Ranking, his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary people who have reached the peak of the Saint Realm." Lord Jiu continued.
Master Jiu himself is very powerful. Although he is not as good as Xuan Bang, he is still very important. After all, Xuan Bang only has 108 places.
To be able to become Lord Jiu's old rival, Lord Knife's strength is definitely extraordinary.
"Master Sword has been practicing swordsmanship all his life and has amazing attainments in swordsmanship. He forges and sharpens his own swords and is called a swordsman madman."
Chen Zong couldn't help but be in awe.
Sword practitioners may not be able to forge swords themselves. After all, sword-making is an industry and a profession that requires careful study. In addition, you also need to practice martial arts, practice swordsmanship, etc. It is difficult to allocate time and energy.
The Sword Master made his own swords, sharpened them, and practiced them all with his own hands. He was extremely focused and single-minded. He didn't know what level of attainment he had achieved in the sword.
Chen Zong couldn't imagine it.
"As a disciple of Lord Sword, he will also inherit the skills of Lord Sword, so his sword skills are definitely not low, and his strength is definitely not weak." Lord Jiu said seriously: "I don't expect you to be able to do this in this battle.
Win, but at least you can’t lose ugly.”
This is a fight between their old rivals. Chen Zong is now pretending to be a disciple of Lord Jiu. If he loses too badly, Lord Jiu will be disgraced and embarrassed.
"Senior, don't worry, I will try my best." Chen Zong said seriously, but he did not give any guarantee that he would win. That is not self-confidence, but blind arrogance.
Chen Zong has no idea about the strength of Master Sword's disciples. Maybe he is unknown now, but who can be sure that he does not have strong strength?
For example, Chen Zong himself was an unknown person before, but he defeated Lin Heming and Li Xielang and is now ranked 93rd on the underworld list. Perhaps the disciples of Lord Sword also have the strength to be on the underworld list.
The ranking will be higher than Chen Zong.
If Chen Zong were to guarantee that he would win, Master Jiu would not believe it. On the contrary, he would think that Chen Zong was too frivolous.
The flying speed of the wine gourd is extremely fast, as if it has reached the peak of the holy realm, carrying Master Jiu and Chen Zong across the sky and away from Xuanming City.
According to what Venerable Jiu said, the Daolu where Venerable Dao lives is located among green mountains and green waters.
About a day later, the wine gourd flew into the mountains, and then crossed the mountains and forests. It slowed down and began to land. Below it was a valley.
The clear water of the stream trickles endlessly, as if the sun and moon rotate without stopping, and go on endlessly.
There are pebbles of different sizes in the stream that have been washed smooth by the flowing water, reflecting dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.
A slender and strong figure stood in the stream. His stern and resolute young face was cold and cold, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were as long and narrow as a knife, vaguely showing a hint of sharpness.
The young man's legs were slightly bent and shoulder-width apart, letting the water wash over his bronzed and tough calves. He stretched his hands forward to make a virtual grip, as if he was holding an invisible long knife, but in fact there was nothing.
However, there is a trace of astonishing sharpness permeating it.
Quiet!
Silence!
Only the sound of the flowing stream is subtle and continuous, and only the gentle breeze lingers around my ears.
The sky and the earth seemed to be frozen at this moment, and time and space seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Immediately, the young man's closed eyes were suddenly opened, and an astonishingly sharp cold light burst out from his eyes, tearing the void apart like a magic sword being unsheathed.
Then, a terrifying and extremely sharp edge filled the air from his hands, as if a peerless magic sword in his hand suddenly awakened and burst out with world-shattering sharpness, slashing it down with one strike.
Silently, the air was torn, and a thin white knife mark fell like a thread, splitting the water of the stream in an instant, stretching directly for hundreds of meters before stopping. The stream also stopped for an instant, and then recovered, and
The knife marks washed away.
The stream water remains unchanged, but if you look closely, you can find that the pebbles under the stream are split in half, and the fracture is extremely smooth.
Immediately, the young man quickly raised his head, decisively and sharply, his eyes piercing with piercing light, staring at the huge ancient sapphire gourd that landed.
In an instant, Chen Zong's eyes came into contact with the young man, and he felt the astonishing sharpness in his eyes, as if he was cutting through the air like a long knife, trying to split him open.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and an astonishing sharpness shot out, like a sharp sword unsheathed.
The extremely sharp gazes collided in an instant, sparking invisible sparks.
However, Lord Jiu glanced at the young man and did not pause. Instead, his eyes were fixed on a thatched cottage in the distance. His tyrannical aura turned into a storm and rolled out, as if to destroy everything.
"snort!"
Chen Zong was horrified, and he felt that the sudden cold snort was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the sky and striking directly, colliding with Master Jiu's momentum, bursting out a violent storm.
"Knife Madman, I'm here as promised." Lord Jiu laughed and waved his hand, and the storm caused by the astonishing collision of momentum disappeared.
"Drunk Madman, is this your disciple?" The moment the words fell, a sharp ray of light shot out and fell on Chen Zong, making Chen Zong tremble with horror and numb, as if he was locked by a heavenly sword.
, as if with the next breath, the terrifying sharpness would tear his body apart, and even his soul.
Chen Zongjing stood still, not even daring to take a breath. The sharpness was so strong and amazing that it was simply indescribable.
Fortunately, the astonishing sharpness was not hostile, and Chen Zong could see clearly the source, which was a pair of eyes.
It was an old man with long and disheveled hair. His face could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as sharp as a sword that had just been sharpened, capable of cutting and tearing everything.
Sword Master!
Knife madman!
A strong man who lives by the sword.
"Doesn't it look good?" Master Knife retracted his gaze from Chen Zong and fell on Master Jiu's face again, seeming to say with a slight smile.
"It's not something you can tell whether it's good or not. There are many people who think it's good but don't think it's useful." Master Jiu's retort was also very sharp.
"You will know soon." Master Knife smiled coldly and exchanged words. Then he said to the person standing in the stream in the distance: "Come here Wufeng."
The young man jumped up and soared into the sky with wings spread like a big bird. He fluttered his arms and turned into an arrow that struck out from the string, reaching the extreme speed.
It felt like the sky was being torn apart, and he instantly landed next to Master Dao, standing respectfully.
"He is my disciple Wu Feng, and he has inherited my mantle." Master Dao introduced, his tone was calm, but it contained a sense of pride, and he was obviously very satisfied with his disciple.
"This is my disciple Chen Zong, a genius in swordsmanship and a genius on the underworld list." Venerable Jiu also introduced.
When he heard that Chen Zong was the Prodigy of the Underworld, Wu Feng's back straightened suddenly, and his eyes shone with an increasingly sharp light, as if the light of a sword fell through the air on Chen Zong.
"What's your rank on the underworld list?" Lord Dao was also a little surprised and asked immediately.
"Ninety-three." Master Jiu said.
"Oh, it's only ninety-three." Master Dao seemed not to take it seriously. In fact, it was not contempt, but a deliberate attack on Master Jiu.
"I remember there were one hundred and eight people on the Underworld Ranking, but there was no one named Wu Feng." Master Jiu's retort was still sharp.
"It will be there soon." Master Dao's words showed great confidence: "Wufeng, defeat him."
After the words fell, Master Dao quickly retreated and gave up the venue.
Lord Jiu nodded to Chen Zong and then retreated, handing it over to Chen Zong and Wu Feng.
This is a confrontation between two younger generations, and it is also an indirect confrontation between Master Jiu and Master Sword.
"The genius of the Underworld Ranking, if you defeat me, I can also be ranked on the Underworld Ranking." Wu Feng spoke, his voice was a little low, with a bit of metallic sharpness.
"You may not be able to do it." Chen Zong responded with a slight smile.
Suddenly, an astonishingly sharp aura burst out from Wu Feng, as if a sword was unsheathed, tearing the air and rushing towards Chen Zong.
At the same time, a terrifying edge shot out from Chen Zong's body. It collided with the momentum of the edgeless sword dozens of meters away, making bursts of sharp sounds, flying sand and rocks, and the ground was scratched by the invisible force.
Traces of traces spread quickly.
"Then you take my sword first." Wu Feng's voice suddenly sounded, and the moment he fell, he could see him holding a knife in both hands and suddenly slashing forward. Although there was no knife in his hand, Chen Zong's face became solemn.