I have a role in the heavens

"Well said, this is my Ning family's daughter!"

Ning Heng showed a gratified smile on his face and cheered loudly, causing his wife Yao Ying to roll her eyes and quickly pulled her daughter into her arms.

Naturally, there are some big families in the Sword Qi Great Wall, divided into different levels. The Ning family has declined in recent years. If Ning Heng had not achieved the great sword fairy of the thirteenth realm, he would be no different from the civilians in the alley.

Ning Heng has been through hundreds of battles in these years and has never been defeated. He is recognized as a famous great sword fairy in the Sword Qi Great Wall. His wife Yao Ying is also from the Yao family of the Sword Qi Great Wall. She is also a female sword fairy of the twelfth realm. The couple killed the great monster of the fifth realm on the thirteenth head. They have made great achievements in battle and are extremely famous.

Ning Heng was determined to revitalize the Ning family. He carefully cultivated his daughter Ning Yao since she was a child and honed her foundation. At a young age, she had already entered the third level of Liujin Realm. She was extremely talented and intelligent, and was known as a natural sword fairy. It was certain that she would be promoted to the upper five realms in the future.

As for Zhou Jue, it was a complete accident for Ning Heng to accept him as a disciple, but judging from the aptitude and understanding shown by the young man, he was not inferior to Ning Yao at all, and he could become a great sword fairy in the future, which made Ning Heng feel very relieved.

"I heard from my father that this time the wild world came with great momentum, and I am afraid that the purpose is not small, so we must not be careless!"

Yao Ying is the daughter of the Yao family, one of the nine major families of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Her father is Yao Chongdao, the head of the Yao family, a great sword fairy of the twelfth realm of the immortal. At that time, there was some unhappiness because of the marriage between Ning Heng and Yao Ying. It was not until Ning Yao was born that the Ning family and the Yao family began to interact again, and the relationship improved greatly.

"The door is open, welcoming guests for ten thousand years. When a sword immortal faces an enemy, he will only complain that the monster is not big enough. Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want!"

Ning Heng is a sword cultivator with the spirit of a swordsman. He would rather break than bend, advance but never retreat, and never fear the enemy's strength. He spoke loudly with a dignified sword intent.

Yao Ying also showed a look of approval on his face when he heard it, but for some reason, he had a faint bad premonition in his heart, but then he regarded it as his own distracting thoughts and killed it. A sharp sword intent also emerged on his body.

The spring is bright and full of vitality. The changes in the wild world have nothing to do with Zhou Jue, a young man in a shabby alley. He practices and drinks all day long, and he is so happy. Perhaps it was stimulated by the previous trip to the wild to deliver the sword. His foundation and accumulation were fully stimulated, and his cultivation level improved rapidly. It only took two months to break through again and became the eighth realm, the Dragon Gate realm.

On this day, Zhou Jue finished practicing at home, and his alcohol addiction came back again. He came to the tavern and drank with Aliang again.

"You are a very capable boy. You can always find me!"

Aliang looked at Zhou Jue who was not polite, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. Every time Zhou Jue came to the tavern, he could find him.

"Although I am not a Yin-Yang School sorcerer, I still have some research on the secrets of heaven. If I want to drink, I can find you by calculating!"

Zhou Jue drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, burped, and his body was loose and relaxed. He reached out and grabbed a handful of salt-cooked edamame from the small dish on the table, eating while talking.

"You have such a skill, which is really unexpected!"

Aliang never doubted Zhou Jue's words. The young man in front of him was the most amazing person he had ever seen. His talent, understanding, and determination were all first-class.

"It's a pity for you to practice swordsmanship. If you worship Confucianism, you will definitely become a saint!"

The saint of Confucianism is a cultivator of the fourteenth realm, with a high status and powerful strength. Even Aliang dared not say that the sword in his hand could rival the avenue in the other's heart.

"I, Zhou Jue, will become the best no matter which path I take. It doesn't matter whether I am a sword cultivator or a Confucianist!"

Zhou Jue spoke in a very light tone, and even threw the peeled edamame into his mouth during the process. He looked calm and nonchalant. However, Aliang did not question it at all, but nodded in agreement.

"You are right. I, Aliang, underestimated you!"

"I will punish myself with a bowl!"

After that, Aliang picked up the black porcelain bowl in front of him, raised his head and drank it all. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his palm without questioning, and picked up the wine jar to fill it again.

"This bowl is for you. Congratulations on breaking through the eighth realm and leaping over the dragon gate!"

After that, Aliang picked up the wine bowl again and drank it all in one gulp, without giving Zhou Jue a chance to react.

Zhou Jue felt something was wrong, and quickly put down the edamame in his hand, and held down Aliang's big hand that was reaching for the wine jar again. His face was extremely gloomy, and he stared at the middle-aged man with unkind eyes, and said coldly.

"Damn it, Aliang, you want to drink more, no way, we must share this jar of Shaodaozi, otherwise don't blame me for breaking up with you!"

Aliang sighed in his heart, and was actually discovered by this kid. He let go of the wine jar, straightened his back, and said seriously.

"Zhou Jue, you are judging others by your own standards. Who am I, Aliang? How could I do this?"

"Tsk, we know each other well. I dare to bet my master's life. You are definitely planning this!"

Zhou Jue rolled his eyes at the middle-aged man and said with disdain. His words were also about betraying his master and ancestors, and he didn't care about Ning Heng's safety at all.

"I also guarantee my father's reputation. I definitely don't have this idea!"

Aliang's father is the second sage of Confucianism, with a respected status and respected by the world. The reputation of such a big man is naturally very precious, but in Aliang's heart, it is not worth a jar of Shaodaozi.

"Even if you use the reputation of the most sage teacher of Confucianism as a guarantee, I won't believe it. Who doesn't know about your virtues, Aliang, in the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

The disgust on Zhou Jue's face became more and more obvious. He pressed the wine jar with his slender and smooth palms. No matter how much Aliang vomited lotus flowers today, he couldn't even think of drinking one more drop of wine.

"In this case, let's judge with the sword in our hands!"

Seeing that Zhou Jue was so difficult to deal with, A Liang straightened his expression and proposed a solution. As a swordsman, he still had to speak with his sword.

"good!"

Zhou Jue was not afraid at all. He and A Liang were competing in swordsmanship, and cultivation was not allowed. The competition was about the understanding and control of swordsmanship and kendo. This was also the most common method used by the two.

"You brat, I'm going to let you see my sword energy at the 18th stop today, and let you know how powerful I, the Great Sword Immortal Aliang, am!"

A Liang's expression was solemn, his eyes narrowed slightly, he picked up a bamboo chopstick in his right hand, used the chopstick as a sword, and stabbed Zhou Jue's palm.

Zhou Jue was not polite, he let go of the wine jar with his right hand, turned his palm over, and a piece of bamboo chopsticks appeared in his hand. The phantoms of plum blossoms bloomed, piercing the silent air, and made a sizzling sound, pulling A Liang away. The bamboo chopsticks were circled into it, and the plum blossoms turned, like the sharpest blade, cutting towards A Liang's wrist.

"What a good boy, with your sword energy condensation, with just this one hand, even the Jade Pu Realm swordsman can't be as good as you!"

A Liang's eyes suddenly widened, a brilliant light flashed, he retracted his wrist, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hands turned into dozens of sword shadows, like random arrows piercing the air, piercing every plum blossom stamen. The plum blossoms dissipated, and the offense and defense were reversed.

"The differentiation of sword light is nothing special!"

There was a faint smile on Zhou Jue's lips. His plain face was particularly charming. A wisp of the spring breeze outside the window appeared in his bright eyes, and the clear singing voice reached A Liang's ears.

"When you are in doubt, ask the spring breeze!"

Wisps of breeze condensed and wrapped around the bamboo chopsticks, turning into the sharpest edge in the world, binding all the sword shadows. With a click, the bamboo chopsticks in A Liang's hand broke instantly, and the cracks were smooth and neat, as if cut off by a sharp blade. generally.

A trace of confusion appeared in A Liang's eyes, and then he suddenly woke up. His eyes fell on the half piece of bamboo chopsticks in his hand, he frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"What a spring breeze that turns into a sword, it can actually confuse the heart of my sword and make me lose my mind!"

It turns out that Zhou Jue's sword just now not only condensed the sharpest spring breeze in the world, but also affected the sword heart of the Fourteenth Level Great Sword Immortal, so he could cut off the bamboo chopsticks in A Liang's hand so easily and win.

"I win, this jar of wine belongs to me!"

Zhou Jue didn't care about the shock in A Liang's eyes. He raised the wine jar, raised his head and drank. The strong wine entered his throat. The burning sensation made his blood surge. In just ten short breaths, most of the jar was burned with knives. It was swallowed into his belly, and he threw the wine jar on the ground. His bright eyes were a little more confused and he said with a smile.

"The spring breeze doesn't say anything, just ask your heart!"

"A-Liang, although your cultivation has reached the fourteenth level, your sword heart is not stable, and there is still a risk of falling to the thirteenth level!"

After that, Zhou Jue ignored Aliang, who was frowning and thinking deeply, and turned around and walked out of the tavern, staggering as if he was drunk.

The breeze blew on his face, bringing a bit of coolness, which made Zhou Jue wake up a little. Feeling the smoke and red dust around him, the cultivation level in his body slowly increased, approaching the ninth realm. An illusory pill was in the sea of ​​​​qi. Up and down, the endless sword energy compressed, poured into it, and gradually solidified.

"If you become a Golden Alchemist, you will be of my generation!"

The ninth realm is the golden elixir realm, that is, the monk condenses and compresses his own Qi sea to form a golden elixir. The quality of the golden elixir is closely related to the realm the monk himself will eventually reach. Generally, monks who reach the golden elixir realm can open a peak in a sect and become the peak master.

"When medicine meets Qi, it will form an image. When Tao meets Xi Yi, it will be natural. When I swallow a golden elixir, I realize that my fate is not controlled by God."

Zhou Jue stood still and muttered words. The spiritual energy in the surrounding void surged and poured into his body. The illusory pills quickly solidified and shone with golden light.

The breeze suddenly became violent and violent, sweeping up the dust on the ground, making the people around them unable to open their eyes and confused as to why the strong wind suddenly blew.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Jue's aura condensed on his body, the strong wind dissipated, and the dust settled. He carefully felt the changes in his body, smacked his lips, and said with some satisfaction.

"The ninth realm is not bad!"

Zhou Jue stepped forward again, heading towards the shady alley, his back straight and his momentum sharp, like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge revealed. Suddenly he stopped, scratched his head, looked up at the sky with some doubts, and lowered his head. vocal channel.

"Well, there is an expert hiding the secret. Judging from the methods, it seems to be a member of the Yin Yang family!"

Zhou Jue didn't take it to heart and put it behind him. The affairs of the Yin and Yang family had nothing to do with him. The most important thing was to go home and sleep!

The next day, it was dawn, and outside the Sword Qi Great Wall, dozens of figures gathered here. These figures all exuded powerful auras, affecting the surrounding sky. Dark clouds gathered, thick and low, and there was no breeze in the air, as if there was no air. It's stagnant, which makes people feel depressed.

The red sun was rising, and the orange light shone on Zhou Jue's body. His long and crystal eyelashes were clearly defined, and his eyelids trembled slightly. Zhou Jue opened his sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed, with a hint of something on his face. Very dazed, not fully awake.

Zhou Jue rubbed his eyes, yawned, got up from the bed, came to the courtyard, washed his face with well water, and then he felt refreshed. He pushed open the gate and walked towards the Ning Mansion.

The two familiar stone lions were majestic and ferocious, guarding the gate of the Ning Mansion. Zhou Jue looked at the closed Ning family mansion door, with a bit of doubt on his face, and knocked on the side door.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Master Zhou Jue!"

The old face of Nalan Yexing appeared in front of Zhou Jue. He bowed respectfully to Zhou Jue and looked very kind.

Zhou Jue had a bad premonition in his heart, his face was gloomy, his eyes flickered, and he asked quickly.

"Where are the master and mistress? Why didn't they open the door today?"

"Today, the master and mistress are not in the mansion. Before leaving, they told me to close the door tightly and not go out!"

When Zhou Jue heard this, he remembered the unusual movement of the heavenly secret yesterday. He pinched his hands repeatedly, and a pure sword energy shot out, stirring up the wind and clouds. A ray of heavenly secret emerged, which made his face change drastically, and his body shot out, heading outside the sword energy wall.

"Not good, master, the disaster of the master's wife is coming!"

When Nalan Yexing saw this scene, his face changed drastically, a powerful momentum rose up, his feet moved slightly, his body flashed, and he chased out.

"Grandpa Nalan, who is here?"

Ning Yao's crisp voice came to Nalan Yexing's ears. He forced himself to stop his body, barely suppressed his worries, turned his head to look at the girl in the mansion, and said with a smile.

"Master Zhou Jue is here. He knew that the master was not in the house, so he went back first!"

Ning Yao nodded, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his big eyes, and muttered.

"Brother Zhou Jue is really something. My parents are not in the house, but I am still here, right?"

"He left without even saying hello. If my father punishes him again in the future, I will not plead for him!"

Nalan Yexing smiled unnaturally, with worry flashing in his eyes, and tried to comfort the girl.

"Miss, don't you know Master Zhou Jue's temper? Don't be so stubborn with him!"

Ning Yao frowned slightly, thinking of Zhou Jue's usual performance, shook his head, and said.

"Brother is too lazy, wasting his amazing talent in vain!"

Outside the Sword Qi Great Wall, one battle after another ended. The Sword Qi Great Wall has won six out of seven battles. As long as there is another battle, it can obtain all the swords in the Wild World and win this thirteen-to-thirteen victory.

Dozens of great demons from Savage World came to the foot of the Sword Qi Great Wall and made a request to the top cultivators of the human race, wanting to exchange a piece of land the size of Dongbaopingzhou near the inverted mountain as a habitat.

Haoran World naturally would not agree, so the demons proposed a gambling battle. The demons and Haoran World each sent thirteen people, seven wins and six losses. If the demons win, they can occupy the Sword Qi Great Wall without sending a single soldier. If Haoran World wins, the Sword Qi Great Wall can obtain all the swords of the demon world!

Haoran World racked its brains just for the order of battle of the two camps. The Zhongtu Lu family, which is known as half of the Yin-Yang family, paid a huge price to roughly calculate the order of battle of the demon masters!

In this peak battle, both sides eliminated their top three most powerful masters, so as to prevent the two sides from forgetting themselves and breaking through the borders of the two worlds, making the world unstable and losing more than they gain.

On the Sword Qi Great Wall side, they had won six of the previous seven games, excluding the first one, and were already in a safe position to win. The eighth player to appear was a heroic female sword fairy, a sword cultivator of the twelfth realm of the immortal realm, whose natal flying sword was Youhuang. Sharp sword qi raged, slashing the sky and destroying the earth, and the sword light shone brightly and brilliantly.

However, the opponent of the female sword fairy was not a pushover either, and was even more powerful than Yao Ying. She was filled with demonic energy, covering the sky and the sun, her body was indestructible, and her Dharma image was extremely powerful. The sharp claws collided with the flying sword, making a clanging metal sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

A figure in the distance approached rapidly, and the breeze around him condensed, pushing him forward frantically. Zhou Jue was full of anxiety and worry. Before he arrived at the scene, he saw a huge demon claw falling from the sky, suppressing the dazzling sword light and falling on the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth shook violently, the sound of the sword disappeared, Zhou Jue stopped, a sad look appeared on his face, an astonishing murderous intent rose from his heart, and he said word by word.

"I will not be a human if I don't take revenge!"

Zhou Jue was still a step too late. Yao Ying, the female sword fairy of the twelfth realm, died in battle. He lost the eighth match, and this trip was meaningless. Ning Heng and his wife were deeply in love. If one died in battle, the other would never live alone.

The strong wind surged again, and Zhou Jue's figure disappeared, moving forward at a faster speed. Even though he knew that there was little hope, he still wanted to try to stop Ning Heng.

People appeared and the wind dispersed. Zhou Jue's arrival did not attract the attention of the peak cultivators. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the field, and they had no time to be distracted.

The eleventh battle has begun. The wild world is full of momentum. The sword energy Great Wall has lost three games in a row, and the situation is not good.

There was only one middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat, with a wooden sheathed bamboo sword on his waist, holding a silver-white gourd in his hand, and a bit of concern in his lazy eyes, looking at the heavy-looking boy.

Zhou Jue ignored Aliang, stood beside Master Ning Heng, and spoke in a low voice.

"Master, you still have Ning Yao, she is still young, and you need to take care of her!"

Ning Heng's face was expressionless, his eyes were full of dead air, and he looked at the boy woodenly, a glimmer of light flashed, and then completely extinguished, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Jue'er, I'm relieved that you can come here!"

"Yao'er is still young. With you, my senior brother, taking care of her, she won't be lonely!"

"Your master's wife is most afraid of loneliness. I can't let her go alone!"

When Zhou Jue heard this, his heart sank to the bottom of the sea. His mouth opened and closed several times, and he wanted to continue persuading.

Ning Heng waved his hand, interrupted Zhou Jue's words, and clenched the hilt of the dogwood sword with five fingers, saying very firmly.

"I was worried about Yao'er, and my sword heart was not sincere. Your arrival has cut off the last trace of distractions. I can fight without worries, which is also a blessing for my generation!"

Zhou Jue sighed in his heart. Things have come to this point and he is powerless to change them. He knelt on his knees, kowtowed three times, and said to Ning Heng.

"Disciple sends Master and Master's wife off! Don't worry, as long as I, Zhou Jue, am here, no one will bully Junior Sister Ning Yao!"