Supreme Immortal Demon

Looking at Luo Chuan again, Zhao Ruyi suddenly shook his head and laughed in a low voice: "No matter what, he is my benefactor. Since he conveys his state of mind, he is my teacher, Zhao Ruyi. If he fails this time, so be it. If he can If you win, you will treat Master Luo with half the courtesy of a master."

Luo Chuan was entrenched in his Dantian, concentrating on controlling Zhao Ruyi's left-hand sword. Naturally, he didn't hear Zhao Ruyi's soliloquy, and he didn't know that if he could win this time, he would have an advantage with one of the top sword skills in the world. "Disciple".

At this time, Luo Chuan was immersed in understanding and honing his dominance.

Zhao Ruyi's memory of practice is divided into three parts. One part is when he read 300 swordsmanship books before he was forty years old, and finally sorted out the essence of the "Seven Ways". The second paragraph is about the experience of traveling in the spiritual world between the age of forty and one hundred, experiencing hundreds of battles and hundreds of defeats, and hundreds of defeats. The third period was the nine years he spent practicing the "hegemony" power of the sword.

Among them, the one that inspired Luo Chuan the most was undoubtedly the third memory of practice.

The dominance of sword art, the three elements of speed, weight, and accuracy, can be fully applied to boxing.

From the first day Luo Chuan entered the world of spiritual practice, the first method of combat he practiced was boxing. Compared with swords, he was more interested in boxing, which was direct, simple, and without too many complicated tricks.

In the South China Sea, Zhao Ruyi stepped on the killer whale water house. A flash of deep purple light flashed in his left eye. Facing the seven Daolun second-level monks in front of him, the straight sword suddenly changed midway, as if the left eye had a flash of light. The extension of the arms and fists thrust out violently.

His thrust was like a fist punching straight out, so fast that it was beyond the reach of a second-level Tao Lun monk.

The seven Daolun second-level monks facing Zhao Ruyi were already ready to attack. Who would have thought that Zhao Ruyi would change his moves in the middle, and use his sword as a punch. Not only was he fast, but he was also extremely powerful. Once his momentum was completed, he could vaguely lock the seven of them, making it impossible to avoid him.

Wave pillars soaring into the sky, rising from the depths of the sea, surged towards the sky as Zhao Ruyi thrust out his left-hand knife.

The waves scatter. A curtain of water stretches thousands of steps in the sky!

Below the water curtain. Seven Daolun second-level monks flew out in a rampage, and the water mansion beneath them was also knocked into the sea.

The sword turned into a fist, and he defeated seven enlightenment monks with one strike. The purple light disappeared from Zhao Ruyi's left eye. The knife in his left hand instantly switched to his right hand.

Zhao Ruyi's body went up to Dantian. Luo Chuan withdrew calmly. Go down to the middle Dantian, sit cross-legged and meditate, and continue to understand the hegemony in the fist.

"Good knife."

Zhao Ruyi's Dao Nian body's eyes flashed with a look of surprise. He looked deeply at Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan's sword looked like a sword but not a sword, but the hegemony displayed in it was no less powerful than the sword. Zhao Ruyi was secretly surprised and vaguely inspired.

Soon, Zhao Ruyi reoccupied the upper Dantian, facing the monk blocking him, he slashed out with a knife!

The further back in the camp, the stronger the monks' cultivation is, and the more exquisite and profound their sword skills become.

Zhao Ruyi struck out with his sword and directly knocked thirty-seven monks and Shuifu into the sea, which was thirty more than Luo Chuan.

In the eyes of the surrounding monks, it was just the difference between Zhao Ruyi's left hand and right hand. No one thought that there was another monk hidden in Zhao Ruyi's body, controlling Zhao Ruyi's left hand sword and honing his own boxing skills.

"Master Luo, please."

After Zhao Ruyi made a slash, he gave way to the upper Dantian. Luo Chuan was not polite and flew into the upper Dantian Nianhai to continue his boxing practice.

The two took turns taking turns controlling their bodies, and the sword was constantly switching between Zhao Ruyi's left and right hands.

Half an hour later, the number of monks Luo Chuan could chop away with one strike had reached nine, while Zhao Ruyi's number had dropped to twenty-five because his opponents had become stronger.

After another half hour, Luo Chuan controlled Zhao Ruyi's left-hand sword and slashed away ten enlightened monks with one strike, cutting down ten water palaces in the sea. The number of people Zhao Ruyi could defeat with one strike dropped again, to twenty.

An hour later, Luo Chuan struck out with his sword and still defeated ten people. And Zhao Ruyi's right hand slashed only fifteen people.

As time goes by, Zhao Ruyi and his Orca Shuifu rise rapidly along the grid lines of the magic circle, ranking higher and higher, and the opponents they face become more and more powerful, including many powerful ones at the third level of Daolun.

The number of monks defeated by Luo Chuan and Zhao Ruyi is also gradually decreasing.

At the fifty-third position, Luo Chuan defeated seven people with one sword, and Zhao Ruyi defeated thirteen people with one sword.

At the thirty-seventh place, Luo Chuan defeated six people with one sword, and Zhao Ruyi defeated ten people with one sword.

At the 28th place, Luo Chuan defeated three people with one strike, and Zhao Ruyi defeated five people with one strike.

At the twenty-third mark, Luo Chuan defeated one person with one strike, and Zhao Ruyi defeated two people with one strike.

After entering the 20th place, the opponents who appeared in front of Zhao Ruyi were already one or two levels higher than his previous opponents.

There are a total of 148 monks ranked in the top twenty. Their cultivation ranges from the third level of Daolun to the fourth level of Daolun. They have been in Nanhai for more than twenty years. For the Dao of Swordsman, His understanding is much higher than that of the previous monks, and his karma has already broken through the essence of the sword.

"Zhao Ruyi, long time no see." A monk with a leopard head and eyes and a height of more than ten feet appeared in front of Zhao Ruyi.

His movement is like the morning mist on the sea, hazy and looming, making people feel trance-like. The sharp sword power is hidden in the mist-like movement, sometimes hidden and sometimes exposed, sometimes rising and falling, full of dangerous aura.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao has had a great time fighting this way. It seems that the calamity three years ago did not have much impact on Friend Daoist Zhao. Friend Daoist Zhao has been honing his left-handed sword along the way. I wonder if Friend Daoist Zhao is going to use his left hand or right hand?" The monk said solemnly.

"Who is he?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Siam Yuqi, a genius master from the eastern boundary of the Six-Star Region. Before I was a hundred years old, I lost to him." Zhao Ruyi said, not bothering to hide his defeat at all.

"It's my turn this time." Luo Chuan said with a smile. He had been fighting heartily all the way, and in his excitement, he forgot to call himself me.

"Master Luo, please." Zhao Ruyi smiled, as if he didn't notice the change in Luo Chuan's title.

On the sea surface, Zhao Ruyi's left eye flashed a purple light, faintly visible: "Then the left hand."

After the words fell, Zhao Ruyi drew a mysterious arc with his left hand, and the sword came out like a fist, instantly blasting out thousands of sword lights, covering Xiang Siam Yuqi.

Siam Yuqi's eyes were indifferent, but there was a solemn look between his eyebrows.

Zhao Ruyi fought all the way, turning his left and right hands constantly, as if he was deliberately practicing the sword in his left hand.

Although the performance of his left-hand sword is not as good as that of his right-hand sword, he has continued to improve along the way, and the speed of progress is astonishing.

Compared with the right-hand sword, Zhao Ruyi's left-hand sword is equally domineering, but it vaguely follows a different path, revealing completely different moral principles. It is very strange, and Siam Yuqi can't help but be very careful.

Wow!

A heavy fog arose on the sea surface, and in the lingering fog, a sword light shot out. The sword light bloomed with divine glory, hanging down from the sky, like a curtain blocking the sea, blocking Zhao Ruyi's left-hand sword.

Bang!

The two swords collided, and the depths of the South China Sea suddenly shook violently. A whirlpool rolled up in the sea. The whirlpool was three thousand feet wide and long. The two swords collided, exploded, shattered, and scattered chaotically.

One move does not determine the outcome!

The defeated monks in the back row suddenly felt light in their hearts. Finally, someone could block Zhao Ruyi's sword without losing.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The chaotic light of the sword in Zhao Ruyi's left hand suddenly gathered together, and the sword was struck like a fist again!

Luo Chuan used Zhao Ruyi's left-hand sword to hone his boxing skills. Until now, he finally had a better understanding of the dominance in boxing!

This sword's speed, gravity, and accuracy are all concentrated on one point. At this point, the three major elements maintain balance.

Wow!

Zhao Ruyi stabbed out the knife with his left hand, hitting the hilt of the knife that Siam Yuqi had just prepared to gather back!

Siam Yuqi was caught off guard, his body trembled violently and he flew backwards, but his body movements were not disordered.

Zhao Ruyi chased after him, the sword power condensed from the previous three thousand into one, simple and simple, opened and closed, chasing Siam Yuqi.

One move, two moves, three moves...seven moves!

Siam Yuqi, the peak powerhouse of the third level of Daolun, struggled to hold on for seven moves, but finally could no longer hold on. Zhao Ruyi slashed him with his left hand and fell into the water house, and rolled down into the sea together with the water house.

There was silence, except for the roar and whimpering of the waves.

The defeated monks who were twenty behind looked at Zhao Ruyi's figure standing on the sea, and a deep sense of powerlessness arose in their hearts.

Soon, Zhao Ruyi switched the sword from his left hand to his right hand and continued to challenge forward.

The next opponent was almost as strong as Siam Yuqi. Zhao Ruyi himself went into battle and defeated him with four moves.

Luo Chuan had eight moves, Zhao Ruyi had four moves, and the gap was gradually narrowing.

The top twenty were all strong men. Neither Zhao Ruyi nor Luo Chuan could defeat their opponents with one move, and the speed of the challenge began to slow down.

No matter how slow he was, Zhao Ruyi was advancing with overwhelming momentum. Under the mad sword, there was no opponent!

Time flies, and soon dusk has passed, and the sun sinks at the end of the sea. At the same time, a moon shadow rises from the sea.

Under the shadow of the moon, Zhao Ruyi has reached the second place. Behind him is the messy Changshui Mansion camp, as well as a monk with a complicated expression.

"Douzhan Kuangdao is indeed worthy of his reputation. I don't think that after three years, his strength will stagnate if not decline." A monk of the third level of Dao Lun whispered.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he would find another way and use us to hone a terrifying left-handed sword technique."

"And it's a completely different style and moral sword technique from the right-hand sword... It only took ten moves to defeat the two fellow Taoists in second place with the left-hand sword. Don't you accept it?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought that Zhao Ruyi was possessed by a certain emperor-level powerhouse."

Amid the discussion among the defeated monks, Zhao Ruyi held a sword in his right hand and used fifteen moves to defeat the first monk in line, and jumped to the first camp of Shuifu.

The remaining four monks in the first camp glanced at Zhao Ruyi fearfully and moved slightly to the side.

"The night has not yet come... Master Luo, we have done it."

Zhao Ruyi murmured, and a confident smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life. He raised his head, looked across the sky and the vertical mountain shadows, and looked at the white-robed disciple in front of the mountain top.

"Li Shengyi, the Taoist, is back again." (To be continued...)