Sword God

The vast expanse is empty, clouds flowing like water, and blue like the sea.

A huge figure flew past Yukong, like the wind, it was extremely fast.

It was a huge gourd made of ancient sapphire, nearly ten meters long, with a figure sitting in front and back.

Lord of Wine!

Chen Zong!

He was assassinated by the Heixa people that day. After Chen Zong took away the valuables contained in his opponent's ring, he reported the incident and caused great alarm.

After all, assassination of a arrogant arrogant in the Xuanming District in Xuanming District, what a major event, the main house of Xuanming City dispatched directly, and the whole city investigated.

The guards in Xuanming District have become more rigorous, birds can hardly cross, and more powerful ones sit in the town. Heisha people do not want to sneak in again.

The following time, Chen Zong also practiced well, taking the power of refining and refining the medicine to improve the practice of qi and body cultivation.

After taking the elixir, he went to Guxuan Tower to buy a batch, and continued to take cultivation, so that the practice of qi and body training gradually improved, approaching the intermediate semi-holy level.

Now, it is time to make an appointment with the supreme drinker, and then leave the Xuanming City with the drinker.

The Supreme Master of Wine is a powerful peak-to-holy power. The Qiankun Sun Moon Pot is not only the secret of winemaking, but also can be used for flying in the air at an amazing speed.

Sitting on the Qiankun Sun and Moon pot, Chen Zongyou traveled, and Jin Shenyuejian placed on his knees, holding a wine gourd in his left hand, which was given by the former wine respecter.

Originally, Chen Zong thought that the ten-year-old Qiankun Sun and Moon Wine was only a kilogram and two kilograms. I did not expect that the outside looks small, but the inside is unique and mysterious, with a hundred kilograms.

A hundred-pound ten-year-old Qiankun Sun Moon Wine is enough for Chen Zong to drink for a long time.

This wine also has a lot of benefits for its cultivation.

After taking a sip, Chen Zong refines it, making his cultivation a little bit better.

"My name is Zun Zun, and my old opponent is Zun Zun." Zun Zun also took a sip of fine wine and said to Chen Zong.

"Master Sword." Chen Zong said it silently, remembering the title.

"Although he is not on the mysterious list, but his strength is much stronger than the general peak of the Holy Land." The wine respecter continued.

The supreme strength of the wine respecter itself is very high, although it is not as good as that of the Xuanbang, but after all, the Xuanbang has only 108 places.

To become the old opponent of the Lord of Wine, the strength of the Lord of the Sword is absolutely extraordinary.

"The Sword Master has practiced knives all his life and has amazing accomplishments. He himself has made knives and sharpened knives.

Chen Zong couldn't help but admire it.

Sword practitioners may not cast their own swords. After all, sword-casting is a profession and a profession that requires careful study. In addition, it is necessary to practice exercises and sword techniques. It is difficult to allocate time and energy.

The knives made their own knives and sharpened their knives, all passed their own hands, and they were extremely focused and dedicated, and they did not know what attainment they had achieved in one of the knives.

Chen Zong cannot imagine.

"As a disciple of the sword lord, he will also inherit the sword lord's set, so his sword skills are definitely not low, and his strength is definitely not weak." The wine respecter said positively: "I do not ask you to Win, but at least not ugly. "

This is a rivalry between their old opponents. Chen Zong is now posing as a disciple of Jiuzun. If he loses too badly, Jiuzun is also shameless.

"Seniors rest assured, I should do my best." Chen Zongzheng said, but there was no big ticket to say that he would win, it is not self-confidence, but blind arrogance.

What is the strength of Disciple of the Sword Master, Chen Zong has no idea at all, maybe he is now unknown, but who can be sure that he will not have strong strength?

Just like Chen Zong himself, he was previously an unknown member, but defeated Lin Heming and Li Xielang. Now he is ranked 93rd in the Ming Dynasty. Perhaps the disciple of the sword lord also has the ability to be ranked in the Ming Dynasty. Maybe The ranking will be higher than Chen Zong.

If Chen Zongda puts up a ticket saying that he wins steadily, the wine respecter will not believe it, instead he will think that Chen Zong is too frivolous.

The wine gourd is flying very fast, reaching the level of the sacred realm, carrying the Supreme Master of Wine and Chen Zong flying across the sky and away from Xuanming City.

Hearing the respect of the wine lord, the dwelling house where the lord dwells is in a green mountain.

About a day later, the wine gourd flew into the mountains and crossed the forest. The speed decreased and started to land. Below was a valley.

The stream was so clear and clear that it seemed as if the rotation of the sun and the moon never stopped.

There are pebbles of various sizes in the stream, which are smoothed by the running water, and reflect the dazzling brilliance under the sun.

A slender figure stood in the stream. The cold and resolute young face did not wave in the old well. It was cold, her eyes closed, and her eyebrows were narrow and long like a knife.

The young man ’s legs were slightly bent from side to side and shoulder-width apart, and despite the flowing water washing the bronze-colored and tough calf, his hands stretched forward to make a virtual grip, as if holding an invisible long knife, but in fact there was nothing, However, there was a hint of amazing sharpness permeating it.

be quiet!

Quiet!

Only the sound of the stream flowing is subtle, and only the breeze chattering around the ear.

Heaven and earth seem to freeze at this moment, time and space seem to stop at this moment.

Immediately, the closed eyes of the young man were suddenly opened, and the extremely cold light burst out from the eyes, tearing the void as if the sword had come out of a sheath.

Then, a horrible and extremely sharp edge permeated from his hands, as if a peerless sword in his hand, instantly woke up and sent out a shocking sharp edge, beheaded.

Between the silence and the air, the air was torn, and a fine white knife mark fell like a silk thread. It instantly split the stream of water and stretched out directly for hundreds of meters before it stopped. The stream also stopped for a while, and the rear was restored. The knife marks washed away.

The stream is unchanged, but if you look closely, you can see that the pebbles under the stream are split in half, and the fracture is extremely smooth.

Immediately, the young man looked up quickly, decisively sharp, his eyes blasted out, staring at the huge ancient jade gourd that landed.

Instantly, Chen Zong's eyes contacted the young man, feeling the striking sharpness permeating in the other's eyes, as if breaking through with a knife, trying to split himself.

With his eyes narrowed for a moment, an astonishing sharpness emerged, such as a sharp sword coming out of its sheath.

The sharp eyes collided in an instant, sparking an invisible spark.

However, the supreme drinker glanced at the young man without a pause, but locked his eyes on a distant grass house, the arrogant breath turned out into a storm, as if to destroy everything.

"Humph!"

Chen Zong was startled, only to feel that the sudden cold hum sounded as sharp as a blade, cut through the sky to kill, and directly collided with the spirit of the Supreme Master of Wine, bursting into a fierce storm.

"Crazy madman, I'm here as promised." The Supreme Master of Wine laughed and waved, and the storm formed by the striking collision disappeared invisible.

"Wine lunatic, is this your disciple?" The moment the words fell, a sharp light burst out and fell on Chen Zong, causing Chen Zong to tremble with horror and numb directly, as if locked by the sky knife. Yes, as if the next breath, the terrible sharp edge will tear his body, even the soul.

Chen Zongjing stood still, not even daring to breathe. The sharp edge was so strong and amazing that it was impossible to describe.

Fortunately, the amazing sharpness is not hostile. Chen Zong also sees the source clearly, it is a pair of eyes.

It was an old man with long hair and loose eyes. He couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were extremely sharp. They were as sharp as a sharp sword that could just cut and tear everything.

Lord Sword!

Knife Maniac!

A strong man who lives on a knife.

"Doesn't it look good?" Lord Saber retracted his gaze to Chen Zong, and fell on the face of Lord Jiu again, with a slight chuckle.

"It's not that you can see it, there are many people who don't use it." The retort of the wine respecter is also very sharp.

"You'll know soon." Lord Sword smiled coldly, and there was a confrontation between words, and then he said to those standing in the stream in the distance: "No front comes."

The young man leapt forward, spreading his wings like a big bird soaring up into the sky, his arms twitched and turned into a shock like an off-string arrow, coming to an extreme.

It felt like tearing the sky, and instantly fell beside His Majesty, standing respectfully.

"He is my disciple Wufeng, inheriting me as a mantle," said His Majesty Sword, with a flat tone, but with a sense of pride, apparently very satisfied with his disciples.

"This is my disciple Chen Zong ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The genius of swordsmanship, the arrogant arrogant." The Supreme Master of Wine also introduced.

When he heard that Chen Zong was under the sky, Wu Feng's spine suddenly straightened, his eyes flickered more and more sharp, and it seemed that Daoguang broke into Chen Zong's body.

"What's the ranking?" The Lord Sword was also a little surprised, and asked immediately.

"Ninety-three," said the Supreme Master of Wine.

"Oh, it's only ninety-three." It seems that Lord Saber didn't seem to care about it. Actually, he didn't despise it, but deliberately attacked the Lord.

"I remember 108 people on the bottom list, but no one is called Wu Feng." His retort was still sharp.

"Soon there will be." His words revealed his self-confidence: "Wu Feng, defeat him."

After the voice fell, Lord Sword quickly retreated, giving way to the venue.

The Supreme Master of Wine nodded to Chen Zong and then retreated, giving it to Chen Zong and Wu Feng.

This is the confrontation between the two younger generations, and it is also the indirect confrontation between the wine respecter and the sword respecter.

"Mingbang Tianjiao, defeat me, I can also be ranked on the Mingbang." Wu Feng spoke, his voice was a bit low, with a bit of metallic sharpness.

"You may not be able to do it." Chen Zongwei responded with a smile.

Suddenly, an astonishing sharpness burst out from Wu Feng's body, as if the scabbard came out of its sheath, tearing the air and rushing towards Chen Zong.

At the same time, a terrible sharp edge also forced out from Chen Zong, and tens of meters apart collided with the momentum of the sword without a sharp edge, making a sound of sharp sounds, flying sand and stones, and the ground was drawn by invisible energy. The traces quickly spread.

"Then you pick me up first." Wu Feng's voice suddenly sounded, and at the moment of falling, he saw that his hands were stubbornly stabbed forward with a knife, and it was obvious that Chen Zong had no sword in his hand. nt

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