Beiyin Great Sage

The cold wind blows.

Although there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter in Shicheng, it is also divided into two seasons: cold and hot. However, the seasonal changes are not obvious, and the difference is not felt at ordinary times.

Only in the evening can you notice the difference.

Zhou Jia walked forward, the restlessness in his heart gradually calmed down.

once Upon a time.

He was extremely eager to meet people from the same earth. After all, in this strange world, only the people there were subconsciously recognized as the same kind of people.

Only then can we warm each other and relieve loneliness.

But as time went by, this feeling gradually faded.

Even if I really met someone who came from the same earth, I was not as excited as I imagined, and I was already subconsciously considering various choices.

Perhaps he has experienced too much and has become more defensive, making it difficult for him to trust others.

Maybe it's my hometown, which has gradually become blurred.

home?

As Zheng Changtu said, this old man spent most of his life in the ruin world, where his friends, wife, children, and even enemies were also here.

My hometown is gone.

The Ruins Realm is his root.

Moreover, the earth will surely fall in the future, and the existence in our memory will no longer exist.

everything.

All will be brand new.

No longer the same as he was before.

"What you ask for is not old friends or hometown, but peace of mind."

Before leaving, Zheng Changtu looked at the sky with emotion in his eyes, as if he was persuading Zhou Jia, or talking to himself, looking into the distance:

"I wonder if Lingnan should be good."

"But he said, my hometown is where I feel at ease."

"clatter……"

After a pause, Zhou Jia looked up.

"Xu..."

A dark carriage, with the driver waving the reins, stopped steadily beside him.

The car curtain opens:

"coming."

"Gang leader." Zhou Jia handed over to the other party.

"Call Master." Lei Batian's voice was loud and he waved his hand:

"boarding."

"Yes, uncle."

Zhou Jia responded and got on the carriage.

From the outside, the carriage looks unremarkable except that it is larger, but it is extraordinary inside. It is comparable to a carriage that is half a room, and is enough for eight people to sit sideways.

It's as soft as goose down, soft and comfortable.

A small wooden table was placed in the middle, with a few dishes of side dishes on it, and more of it a jar of fine wine. The mouth of the jar was open, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

Lei Batian was wearing soft armor, carrying a wine jar, and poured gulps into his stomach. After he had finished drinking the wine, he put it aside.

"Cool!"

He wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth and looked at it with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'll take you to get the super-grade source quality after I'm done with what I'm doing."

"How did you like the painting I gave you last time?"

"Thunder technique is extremely strong and yang, fierce and unparalleled. Master uncle is actually able to evolve the five elements and has reached the state of endless life. I admire him." Zhou Jia cupped his hands and sighed.

"Not bad!" Lei Batian raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised, and nodded:

"Don't listen to Tian Da Wu Lei Hong's name being so domineering, but you can't cultivate through domineering alone. In just a few days, you can realize this truth. It's amazing."

"Sure enough, I saw the wrong person."

He laughed, took out a volume from the drawer under the table, and threw it over.

"This is a method. You have time to try and practice it. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me. Of course, it depends on my availability."

"This..." Zhou Jia hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Thank you, uncle."

The Purple Thunder Sword Technique is one of the Three Skills and Six Techniques of Xiaolang Island. It also means that it is among the top martial arts in the Xuantian Alliance. The Five Thunder Strikes from Heaven are stronger than it.

I'm afraid it's not as good as the famous inheritances of the inner sect.

With such a skill, he will never be unmoved.

Lei Batian is even more domineering. He is the only one in the world who knows this skill. If it is passed to one more person, others may find a weakness, but he doesn't care.

can only say.

He trusted Shan Muhua, and he also trusted Zhou Jia.

Be more confident in yourself.

"call……"

The carriage drove out of the city gate and rushed towards the mountain forest.

The horse pulling the cart shook its hair lightly, and the wind was blowing from its four hooves. It jumped several feet, and even walked through the air in a short time. Its speed was comparable to that of a black iron master.

The halo of light flowing on the carriage seemed to be a trick from Fei Mu's world. There was no bump in the road at all, and it was as stable as the ground.

The coachman's ability to control the carriage was even more impressive, as he traveled over mountains and ridges, heading straight for distant places.

"Uncle." The wind whistled in his ears, and the carriage gradually moved away. Zhou Jia couldn't help but frown, put down the book in his hand and said:

"Where are we going?"

"Meet a friend." Lei Batian kept drinking. The more he drank, the more energetic he became. Now his eyes are bright and he is high-spirited:

"A friend who has been with me for most of my life!"

His tone was ferocious, with a hint of murderous intent, which made Zhou Jia frown subconsciously.

"Peng!"

Lei Batian put down the wine jar heavily. The excessive force caused cracks to appear on the surface of the wine jar, and some wine spilled from it.

"That man killed my sister, killed several of my children, and even killed several of my sworn brothers!"

He raised the jar of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a loud smile:

"But I didn't suffer a loss. I caught his wife and played with him in front of many people for a day and a night, and then sent her back."

"To be honest, that woman was very smooth. It's a pity that she committed suicide after returning home."

As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed, with regret on his face.

"And his son!"

"Unlike me, he has very few sons. Half of them were killed and maimed by me. Those who are alive cry when they hear my name, but they don't cry when I mention my name."

"Ha ha……"

Lei Batian laughed:

"In the first half of my life, he suppressed me so hard that I couldn't lift my head. In the second half of my life, I want him to repay you twice as much. This is the principle of my life!"

"Zhou Jia, do you think what I did was right?"

"I don't know." Zhou Jia shook his head and said calmly:

"Master, why do you care what others say?"

"Haha..." Lei Batian laughed wildly, his long hair flying, the angry thunder knife beside him trembled with excitement, and wisps of electric light shone around him:

"Zhou Jia, if you were not my junior disciple's apprentice, I would definitely snatch you over. You are too much for my appetite."

"How are you and Mei'er getting along these days?"

"Miss Lei has a tough personality." Zhou Jia said:

"Juniors are hard to look at and not easy to get along with."

"That's because you don't have enough means." Lei Batian opened his eyes and said loudly:

"A woman is just a plaything. You don't have to be polite to her. Just have sex with her if you want. She will definitely be your woman from now on. That's what I said."

"And Qiu Baimen and Chen Ying, you can take them together if you want!"

"Men, if you want to do it, just do it. How can you be timid and dilly-dally?"

"certainly."

His voice paused and he said:

"My eyebrows need to be bigger. She is my daughter after all. I want to give her mother an explanation. Her mother will not have any objections to the husband I chose!"

Zhou Jia was dumbfounded and shook his head helplessly.

Lei Batian...

Really domineering.

He had already guessed who Lei Batian was looking for tonight. He was able to drink happily at such a critical moment. His character was truly remarkable.

"Gang leader!"

The carriage stopped smoothly, and there was almost no abnormality in the carriage. The coachman spoke solemnly:

"Here we are!"

"good!"

Lei Batian opened his eyes, filled with intense thunder, like two balls of violent thunder, on the verge of erupting at any time.

"Uh-huh!"

The Raging Thunder Knife bounced on its own and landed in his palm.

"get off!"

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night.

Star-studded.

The carriage stood quietly on the high slope.

As far as the eye can see, tall trees are connected together, and the dense leaves are blown by the night wind, like waves rushing, non-stop.

Zhou Jia stood in front of the carriage and stared at the tall and burly figure in front of him.

In his perception, the terrifying aura was like a plume of smoke rising into the sky, suffocating the energy in all directions.

There is also a violent force quietly gathering in the void.

Thunder!

Although the void has not changed, the perfect purple thunder ax technique allows him to detect the imminent power in advance, which is even more frightening.

distance.

Miles away.

Another powerful aura surged up under stimulation, like a ferocious beast with its fangs spread out. The two of them were several miles apart, and their auras were far away from each other.

"Guo Wuduan!"

Lei Batian murmured in a low voice:

"You should regret that you provoked me?"

His voice was not loud, but it was almost unaffected by the air barrier, and his words were clearly transmitted to the distance.

"Regret?" A disembodied voice echoed in the void:

"There are so many things in Guo's life that are worth regretting, but this is the only thing I have never regretted. Maybe I have regretted it, but I only regretted that I could not solve you as soon as possible."

"Fortunately, it's not too late today!"

"Haha..." Lei Batian looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Guo, just because of you, this place today will be your burial place!"

"Suffer death!"

The sound falls.

A dazzling thunder appeared on the spot, rolling thunder sounded in the sky, and the winding electric light spanned several miles and blasted into the dense forest.

The lightning only fell on the treetops a few times before it was chopped down violently.

Blade light!

Thunder!

The night sky over the dense forest suddenly lit up.

The thick thunder tore through the void and slashed at the tall and thin figure below.

Purple Thunder Sword Technique—Winter Thunder and Thunderbolt!

Guo Wu Duan raised his head. The tall and thin man looked increasingly small, weak, and powerless under the light of the blooming thunder.

"Fearless!"

A voice from Fei Mu's world came out of his mouth.

The moment the sound fell, all the hesitations, worries, and distracting thoughts in his eyes disappeared, and only an unyielding and fearless high-spirited fighting spirit soared into the sky.

"Zheng..."

The sound of the sword hummed softly.

The voice is not loud, but it seems to come from the Nine Netherworld. It is low and tactful, making people unable to help but indulge in it, and involuntarily falling towards the endless darkness.

The dark sword energy was almost indistinguishable in the night. The sword energy was like a whirlpool, quietly wrapping up the thunder in the sky.

Black Death Sword!

Unlike Lei Batian, Guo Wuduan's inheritance is more complicated, and he does not follow the path of the traditional warriors of the Dalin Dynasty.

Instead, it incorporates techniques from other worlds.

Different from the Dalin Dynasty.

In other worlds, before they fell into the ruin world, strong men of silver were born.

Even if it is rare.

But it really happened.

For example, the legendary mage from the Fei Mu world, the white-clothed saint from the Dili tribe, and even the sharks had their supreme emperors appear before.

Their inheritance must be stronger than that of the Dalin Dynasty.

black death sword,

That's how it was born.

In the world of Feimu, there is a special group of people who take pleasure in killing, but they do not believe in the God of Death, but the God of War.

The sword technique passed down in the clan has the ability to capture souls and souls.

After being integrated with the martial arts of the Dalin Dynasty, the Black Death Sword was created, which carries the meaning of death. Everything pointed by the blade will be destroyed.

As for the Nine Levels of Phoenix Xiang Gong, Guo Wudan has already reached the seventh level.

Cultivation,

Late stage of black iron!

When it comes to background, he is obviously stronger.

"boom……"

The will of death, thunder and the night sky collided, and a wave of air emerged.

With a radius of a hundred meters, the ground suddenly cracked open, trees surrounded by several people rose up from the ground, and smoke and dust spread outward in a circular shape like mountains.

Inside, there were only two people confronting each other.

"good!"

"good!"

Lei Batian roared:

"For so many years, it turns out that you, surnamed Guo, have been hiding your clumsiness, making me think that your strength is only limited to that, and you have not fully demonstrated your cultivation until today."

"This is even better, Lei can also have a good fight!"

"snort!"

Guo Wudan snorted coldly.

He has indeed been hiding his clumsiness, making the other party think that he is not his opponent. This time, he is going all out to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.

But he didn't expect that Lei Batian's background would actually become stronger.

The Ten Levels of Divine Glory Technique may have reached the sixth level.

"Sacred fire!"

With a low groan, his eyes suddenly widened.

A trace of flame invisible to the naked eye emerged from his sea of ​​consciousness, and instantly appeared all over his body. The burning pain also stimulated the potential of his physical body.

"die!"

As the sword intention pointed, a jet-black sword energy about ten feet long penetrated the void.

"Crack..."

As the lightning flashed, Lei Batian dodged several feet away, with thunder wrapped around his body. The sword's light was brilliant, and he slashed out a line of lightning that was tens of meters long.

The glare of swords and swords intertwined, and the force escaped, like a shotgun sweeping across the surroundings in an orderly manner, and rows of tall trees fell one after another.

Guo Wu's cross-section did not change color, and the sword light continued continuously.

Viewed from a distance, the jet-black sword lights looked like all-devouring long snakes, fangs and claws, chasing a flash of electric light.

Sometimes thunder blooms and sword light sweeps across.

Wherever it passed, rocks, giant trees, and soil were all cut off and chopped into pieces.

The two figures were entangled, tossing and turning, and the huge dense forest and countless towering trees collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

far away.

Zhou Jia's eyes contracted and his heart felt cold.

The strength of these two people was far beyond his expectation, and the confidence that once killed the black iron master with one punch also quietly dissipated.

There is a huge difference in strength between the late Black Iron and the early Black Iron.

Just like the ninth grade and the third grade.

Although they are both mortals, they are completely different.

With his current level of cultivation, even if he goes all out, wears precious armor, and inspires violence, he would not dare to get close to where the two are fighting.

Their casual strikes have earth-shattering power.

Such a terrifying power can be controlled to the smallest detail, and the lethality is concentrated at one point. Only when the swords collide will the power escape.

Both of them are also master-like figures when it comes to controlling their own power.

The sword light rolled, and everything in its path was dead.

Thunder roars, destroying everything in the raging land.

Zhou Jia took a deep breath and stared at the field with his eyes fixed on the field. Tingfeng's special qualities were fully activated and he did not let go of the fight between the two.

With his current level of cultivation, it is almost impossible to see such a duel.

Not to be missed.

The sword energy roared and the sword light roared, and the two people fighting were almost inseparable.

In comparison.

Guo Wuduan's swordsmanship is colder, more sinister, and heavy. His background is obviously deeper, and it seems that there is still some potential to be explored.

And Lei Batian.

Judging from the situation, it seems that all efforts have been made.

certainly.

This is not because Lei Batian is not strong enough, on the contrary, the Purple Thunder Sword Technique is simply amazing in his hands, and he can even attack against the odds.

The duel between the two is equivalent to a fight between a sixth-grade and a ninth-grade.

The cultivation level of the sixth grade is obviously weaker.

However, relying on his sword skills, he never lags behind. In most cases, he forces his opponent to take a defensive position and retreat continuously.

"Zhou Jia!"

Lei Batian looked up to the sky and roared:

"Watch it!"

"Five thunders struck from heaven!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In an instant, billowing thunder and light appeared on the scene, Dou Da Lei roared and slashed out, unleashing its power unbridled, and the violent sword energy swept in all directions. There was nothing visible in the field except the sky full of thunder and sword light.

The situation of the confrontation changed instantly.

"snort!"

Guo Wu hummed in his mouth, his body glowed with a subtle black light, his eyes were even darker, and the sword light and his body almost merged into one.

"Peng!"

"boom……"

He swung his sword wildly, slashing more than a hundred times in an instant, and the strength in his body gradually disappeared.

But he was unmoved. With his strength, he could hold on for three breaths. And how long could Lei Batian hold on to such a terrifying outbreak?

The other party's cultivation level is far lower than mine!

One breath!

Two breaths!

In the perception, there are thunderous swords in all directions, endless, without beginning or end, and endless. As time goes by, the power does not weaken but increases.

Three breaths!

"ah!"

Guo Wuduan looked up to the sky and roared angrily, his body split into cracks, his sword of death swept across, and the dark sword light pointed toward the center of the thunder.

"This is impossible!"

"boom!"

Thunder filled the sky once again, and countless thunder swords swept across a hundred meters away, completely crushing Guo Wuduan's last blow.

"Guo, do you know what I hate most about you?"

Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure stepped forward, with deep anger in his voice:

"You didn't kill my sister or my son. It doesn't matter. Lei can be forgiven, but you seriously injured me for eight years!"

"Eight years!"

"I could have achieved the late stage of Black Iron, or even that step!"

"It's you who ruined my future!"

Amidst the roar, the sword fell and the head rolled down.