Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

A Chaos Knife!

The sky and earth darkened!

In the eyes of many monks in Banqiao City, more than 30 fourth-level Zhenwu warriors who flew here first, and the vast Zhenwu army only a few miles away from Banqiao City, it seemed that the sky had become smaller under this knife!

And of course the sky could not become smaller, so there was only one possibility.

"So big!"

"What a big knife!"

This description was extremely empty and vulgar, but at this moment it was the only most intuitive feeling in the hearts of all monks and Zhenwu warriors!

The tattooed man was shocked in the direction where the knife fell!

He was gifted, and in less than a hundred years, he had gone through a realm that countless peerless monks might not be able to reach after thousands of years.

But fortune and misfortune depend on each other. Although he made rapid progress, he was also shallow. When he saw this knife, he could not see any mystery. He only felt that under this knife, his blood and energy trembled all over his body, and his mind almost lost!

In fear, for a moment, he even forgot to dodge and stood still.

Even a fifth-level True Warrior like him was shocked and could hardly control himself, not to mention those True Warriors of much lower realms, who were all stunned, looking up, at a loss, and panicked as if they had encountered a sky-falling!

Fortunately, it was not just them, even the monks around were also completely frightened by this knife, and completely forgot to fight back against the True Warriors.

In Banqiao City, only Chi Jian's eyes had a different color.

Unlike everyone else, this Chaos Knife was clearly colorful in his eyes!

It was even more shocking!

"The five elements can be so completely integrated?"

"This is completely different from the clear distinction of my Eight Phase Sword!"

"Wind and thunder are also added, soul, qi and blood... Is this the way of yin and yang?"

"What are these textures integrated into it? It seems incomplete..."

"Starlight is everywhere..."

"How can this be so perfect and just right?"

A trace of extremely rare and incredible emotion passed through Chi Jian's heart!

But for some reason, while he was amazed and shocked, he also felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But in this lightning moment, he had no time to think about it.

When he saw this knife, Lu Yu, who was beside Chi Jian, first had a flash of confusion in his eyes, but then he realized something, and his face suddenly showed a rare joy and relief, and he said in surprise:

"It's the deputy sect master!"

"Who?"

Chi Jian's mind was completely immersed in the ultimate mystery of this knife. Hearing Lu Yu's words, he finally woke up and turned his head to ask.

"It's the deputy sect master! Deputy Sect Master Wang! I didn't expect him to come in person!"

Lu Yu said happily.

"Deputy Sect Master... Wang... Could it be..."

Chi Jian was stunned, and his mind suddenly remembered the Wanxiang Sect disciple he met in Beihaizhou more than a hundred years ago...

"Is it him?!"

He turned his head and looked.

This chaotic knife light fell silently not far in front of him.

Time seemed to slow down quietly.

He stared at the knife passing in front of him, and could even see the subtle changes in the flow of the knife light.

Feel the strong squeezing feeling caused by the knife light sucking out the air.

Some monks and true warriors who were close to him flew towards the knife light uncontrollably.

Wow!

At this moment.

The flow of time returned to normal.

These changes are complicated to say, but they only took a blink of an eye.

The tattooed man who was locked by the knife light finally woke up from the shock!

Looking at the knife slashing towards him, his eyes were filled with unprecedented fear!

Blood rushed like a tsunami, bursting out from his eyes, ears, nose, and all the pores of his body!

In an instant, it turned into a bloody skeleton, completely covering him.

But that was all.

The tattooed man just wanted to move, but then he was shocked to find that his body, at this moment, seemed to not belong to him at all, and stood still!

At this moment, his heart seemed to be instantly seized by fear!

"No... No! I..."

Swish!

In his horrified and astonished eyes, the blade fell with a bang, but silently hung in front of his forehead!

The blade was sharp, and the breath that leaked out instantly pierced through his bloody bones, revealing the flesh underneath...

After a brief pause, the blade slightly deviated.

The next moment.

Boom! ! !

The huge and deafening sound almost made the tattooed man deaf for a while!

He turned his head stiffly and looked.

Outside Banqiao City.

A narrow and straight abyss that was more than a mile wide and unfathomable slowly rose a wisp of dust.

It was right in front of all the True Warriors.

Like a long and narrow mouth, it wanted to swallow all the invading enemies.

At this moment.

Whether it was the monks and those fourth-level True Warriors in Banqiao City, or the vast True Warriors outside the city... all were as silent as death!

The tattooed man was cold all over, and looked at the unfathomable abyss with fear in his eyes.

"Who is it? There is such a person among the monks of Huangji Continent? Why didn't he kill me?"

"This knife..."

This knife was hanging over his head just now. He had no doubt that if this knife really fell on him, even if his body was extremely strong, his body would be torn apart and he would die in one blow!

However, this knife was clearly coming towards him, but for some reason, it avoided him at the last moment.

At this moment, it was not just him.

In the sky, in the huge Hualong Pond, a consciousness quickly noticed the changes here, but 'it' perceived it more clearly than everyone else, and was full of surprise and fear:

"It's the deputy sect leader of Feng Linzhou Wanxiang Sect...why is he here?"

"Could it be that Wanxiang Sect also has some plot against Huangjizhou?"

In the past, Yang Que conquered the original Demon Sect, but he was defeated in the first battle in front of the Wanxiang Sect. Thousands of Nascent Soul monks were killed in one day. Not only was Yang Que so frightened that he ran away in panic, but 'it' was also extremely fearful. .

Not only because Yang Que was captured in an instant, but also because of the Wanxiang Sect's background exposed in this battle.

"Lianxu... Wanxiang Sect is hidden so deeply that even the destruction of the heaven and earth failed to scare Lianxu out. The plan must be huge. This time when you come to Huangji Continent, you are definitely not here casually... Guan Ao... "

This consciousness pondered slightly, and then finally made a decision.

And at the same time.

Inside and outside Banqiao City.

Under the gaze of Chi Jian, Lu Yu, Tattooed Martial Saint, and all the monks and true warriors.

A figure in a green robe walked from the clouds to the sky like a leisurely stroll.

It seemed leisurely, but after only taking seven steps, he landed on Banqiao City.

There seemed to be clouds lingering around him, and his aura was hidden within it, without leaking out at all.

There was only one pair of eyes as bright as stars.

If you don't know him very well or have a high realm, you will never know his identity.

The tattooed man also recovered from his fear. He looked around at the vast army of true warriors outside the city and the Hualong Pond in the sky, especially the latter. He suddenly felt certain in his heart, and then said sharply:

"who are you?"

"You hide your head and show your tail, how dare you block my true martial arts path to save all sentient beings!"

However, what made him furious was that the figure in green robe didn't pay any attention to his question. He looked directly at the Eighth Prince, the remnant of Daqian, opposite him. Although he couldn't see his expression, he could still hear the words in his voice. A hint of calm joy:

"We have been apart for more than a hundred years on the North Sea, and I miss you deeply. Senior Chijian, I wonder if you are still okay?"

The voice was calm and not too loud.

But in this dead silence, it was like thunder.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Chi Jian.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chi Jian's expression suddenly became extremely complicated when he heard the voice of the man in green robe.

Although combined with the mystery contained in that knife, he had already guessed the identity of the person.

But when the other party came in person, the shock it brought made him almost unable to control himself.

More than a hundred years is really not a long time for the Yuanying monk. However, he still remembers that when the two of them parted, this boy was clearly still in perfect cultivation of the golden elixir, but now...

"Yes, yes, it's only been more than a hundred years. Have you...have you already taken that step?"

Chi Jian couldn't help but ask, completely ignoring the pleasantries.

The man in green robe smiled softly:

"Senior, are you talking about transforming into a god? Haha, it's still early."

After hearing the words of the man in green robe, Chi Jian was even more horrified.

The sword strike just now was beyond his imagination, but the result was that he hadn't yet reached the stage of divine transformation... If he had attained the stage of divine transformation, how extraordinary would it be?

And how wonderful would it be if his Eight-phase Sword could also do this?

When he thought of this, he even forgot that he was in a desperate situation just now. He couldn't help but yearn for it and sighed:

"Your kid's abilities have grown too fast. It's only been more than a hundred years. Don't call me "senior". I'm so embarrassed. Those who are capable should come first. Don't worry about Xumi. Let's deal with our peers... "

While talking.

"How dare you underestimate me like this!"

The tattooed man was so furious because he was ignored that he couldn't help but let out a loud shout!

The tattoos on his face became red and distorted due to congestion.

He clasped his hands together and grabbed two large mixed-iron spears from the army of true warriors outside Daoyuan in the distance. He raised his hand and grabbed one. His muscles bulged and his blood surged. Then he threw it with all his strength. He threw it directly towards the man in green robe!

Buzz——

The large iron-mixed gun penetrated the air at high speed, and the sound of the explosion was so sharp that the ears of the monks who were close to him in the city burst with blood!

Some low-level monks even exploded into a ball of blood mist!

The screams kept coming and going!

The distance between the two was extremely short, and the tattooed man was using all his strength.

Chi Jian was the first to react, and he pointed his sword and cut out a sword light in an attempt to block it, but in the end it was still a beat too slow, and he could only watch helplessly as the almost invisible large iron-mixed spear penetrated with a bang. He killed the man in green robe!

Then the green-robed man's body instantly exploded into pieces, and the sky was filled with blood and flesh!

"Wang Ba!"

"Deputy Sect Leader!"

Chi Jian and Lu Yu's expressions suddenly changed!

The expressions of all the monks in Banqiao City also changed.

When the tattooed man saw how easily he could succeed, he couldn't help but be startled, but then he couldn't help but raise his head and burst into laughter:

"What do you think? It turns out it's just a silver pewter gun tip! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me!"

"Deserves to die by my gun!"

But just the next moment, he suddenly raised his head in horror.

A familiar figure in green robes was looking down at him at the moment, with a hint of pity in his eyes and a slight shake of his head.

Such a look instantly angered the tattooed man.

"Plain man! Looking for death!"

He angrily pulled out another big gun beside him, and the muscles in his arms suddenly swelled. Qi and blood flowed rapidly like magma, and bloody steam burst from his pores!

Then, with lightning speed, he threw himself at the man in green robe at extremely high speed!

Bang!

The green-robed man exploded again, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The tattooed man couldn't help but smile.

However, in the next moment, a green-robed man gathered behind him again. He didn't say anything, but just looked at him with pity as before, full of silent weirdness.

Feeling the disregard in this look, the tattooed man finally went completely crazy, condensed a blood-colored spear in his hand, and stabbed hard...

At the same time.

Seeing the Martial Saint stabbing left and right in the air as if no one was around, crying and laughing, shouting and yelling like a madman, the cultivators and true warriors in and outside Banqiao City couldn't help but shudder.

And looking at the green-robed man standing next to Chi Jian, who didn't move at all but casually raised his hand to push away the Martial Saint's full-strength shot, no one dared to move at all!

In the cultivation world, absolute fools are even rarer than top geniuses.

Obviously, none of the people present were fools. How could they not see the abnormality of the Martial Saint? It happened after he attacked the green-robed man.

Even a fifth-level True Warrior, a Martial Saint who was feared by the entire Huangji Continent, fell into such a fate without a sound. Who dared to offend him?

The monks wanted to get closer, but they were afraid of his power.

The fourth-level True Warriors had already retreated carefully.

The green-robed man didn't care about the actions of the surrounding monks or True Warriors at all. He didn't seem to care about the attack of the Martial Saint at all.

Looking at Chi Jian, he smiled and said:

"Then I will call you... I wonder what your plan is next?"

"Plan?"

Chi Jian heard this and couldn't help but put away his shock.

Although he didn't know why Wang Ba always held back when there were many opportunities to kill this Martial Saint, he was defeated by Wang Ba, so he couldn't interfere. He frowned and thought.

He was forced to ask for help from the Wanxiang Sect because his descendants were in danger. Now that Wang Ba, the reinforcement, has arrived, he doesn't know what to do. After all, he is only focused on the sword and knows nothing about other things.

But he quickly reacted, looking at Wang Ba, his eyes lit up:

"You kid must have a plan, right?"

Wang Ba had experienced Chi Jian's rough words more than a hundred years ago, and knew that the other party had such a personality, so he didn't care. He had expected Chi Jian's reaction, and smiled and said his thoughts:

"Chi Jian Daoyou entered the Dao with swords, integrated hundreds of schools, and formed his own style. He can establish a sect. Our Wanxiang Sect has always been inclusive and accommodated talents from all directions. If Chi Jian Daoyou doesn't mind that our Wanxiang Sect is small, why don't you come to our Wanxiang Sect, and we can open a peak to allow Chi Jian Daoyou to understand the Dao, practice, and pass on what you have learned."

"Go to Wanxiang Sect?"

Chi Jian was stunned, but then he couldn't help but be moved!

With Wang Ba, who is proficient in many directions, and Xumi, the sword cultivator of the Divine Transformation... Just these two people are enough to make him excited.

The Wanxiang Sect was strong, and he had heard about Yang Que's previous defeat. If the descendants of the Ye family could get the protection of such a powerful sect, they would not have to worry every day like they did in Huangjizhou. It would also be a rare and safe place to go.

At that moment, he showed a rare embarrassed look:

"Can this... work?"

Wang Ba smiled slightly: "Success or failure depends on your thoughts."

Hearing this, Chi Jian was about to speak.

But Wang Ba suddenly turned his head slightly and looked at the Martial Saint, with a strange look in his eyes:

"The way of true martial arts does have some merits, and he can barely break free..."

Chi Jian couldn't help but look, and sure enough, he saw the Martial Saint standing in the air, panting heavily, exhausted, but his eyes had recovered.

But Chi Jian still couldn't help but look strange.

A fifth-level True Warrior, although not as good as a Divine Transformation Cultivator, is still a fifth-level one after all. A fifth-level being was bewitched by the Nascent Soul for a long time, and finally broke free from the illusion, but was praised by the Nascent Soul. This was weird no matter how you look at it.

But thinking of the meaning of Wang Ba's knife just now, he felt that it was really the right fit.

The Martial Saint, who had regained consciousness, suddenly clenched the blood-colored spear in his hand, staring at Wang Ba, anger, fear, suspicion... all kinds of emotions, but eventually turned into a touch of ferocity:

"We are begging for the lives of all living beings!"

"The True Warrior must not be bullied!"

"Kill!"

Holding the spear, he actually rushed towards Wang Ba again!

His blood was like a tiger, roaring.

At the same time, he shouted:

"Master Hualong, help me!"

However, when he was about to rush to Wang Ba, the expected increase in holdings from the Hualong Pool and the weakening of Wang Ba did not happen at all.

"What's going on?!"

For the first time, a trace of panic flashed across the eyes of the Martial Saint!

He suddenly stopped where he was, staring at Wang Ba, and shouted again:

"Master, help me!"

However, after the voice fell, the golden light of the Dragon Pool that had been cast in the past did not move at all.

At this moment, the Martial Saint finally lost his confidence and turned away in panic!

However, Wang Ba, who had always been watching this farce calmly, finally spoke coldly:

"You have repeatedly provoked me, and for the sake of the person who taught you Zhenwu, I have repeatedly held back... Do you really think I have no temper?"

The Martial Saint was shocked, his blood burst out, and he quickly accelerated to escape.

However, he relied purely on brute force, and his speed was more than a turtle's crawl in the eyes of Wang Ba, who was proficient in feng shui.

In a split second, he had already arrived and blocked the retreating Martial Saint!

But the Martial Saint was a Martial Saint after all. Being forced into a desperate situation, he finally aroused his courage. He shouted loudly, and his blood and qi surged like waves, gathering on the spear in his hand. He used a mortal move, "Strike Huashan with Force", to slash at Wang Ba!

Wang Ba remained calm, raised his hand and made a nine-color handprint, and directly hit the Martial Saint.

Bang!

The Martial Saint's muscles and bones suddenly exploded, and there was a sound of breaking!

"Ah!"

The Martial Saint suddenly opened his mouth in pain, and blood spurted out.

Wang Ba did not stop at all, and aimed at the Martial Saint's head and slapped him again!

However, at this moment when he was about to take a picture.

An old figure flashed like lightning, but blocked the Martial Saint.

Seeing this figure, Wu Sheng was startled at first, and then a touch of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face:

"Master!?"

"Why are you here?"

The fourth-level true warriors who were fleeing in a hurry above Banqiao City were overjoyed when they saw this figure!

"It's Wu Zu! Wu Zu is here!"

"We are saved!"

For all true warriors, this figure in front of them is an absolute god!

It's their ultimate belief!

As long as he is there, they will be invincible and unstoppable!

In mid-air.

Wang Ba's palm suddenly stopped.

He looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him with a slightly condensed gaze.

The man had messy gray hair and beard, and was wearing a simple robe, but he was a slightly sloppy old man.

But his face was firm and tough, and his eyes were like a stubborn stone that had been baptized by countless years, indestructible and fierce.

The body was full of muscle and strength.

Like a ferocious lion, with claws and fangs restrained, it still makes people feel dangerous.

The two instinctively looked at each other.

In the void, a faint burst of fire.

The next moment, in the astonished eyes of the Martial Saint, in the unbelievable eyes of Chi Jian and Lu Yu, in the incredible eyes of all the cultivators and true warriors.

The old man slowly bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Teacher, long time no see." (End of this chapter)