Strange Longevity: Starting from Alchemy for the First Emperor

Chapter 15 The Gentleman's Sword (please read more!)

"This is Zhou Wuji, the third disciple of Tianzong Daoist. He is only twenty this year, but he has already been a junior master for three days. He is known as the most talented Taoist in the past century. He is expected to be a disciple of the great master. Tianzong Daoist is willing to give this Zhou Wuji dispatched, it seems that this trip is inevitable.

Beside Chu Ci, another elder wearing a mask, Dengxianlou, enthusiastically introduced Chu Ci.

This person is wearing a mask, but judging by his hairstyle, a few strands of dragon beard and bangs fluttering on his temples, he should not be very old.

"You have just been promoted to elder, my son, Sun Yong."

Sun Yong cupped his hands towards Chuci.

"Zhao She."

Chu Ci nodded slightly.

Looking at the front again, Huang Xiong, the guardian of the east who climbed the fairy tower, Lu Qingfeng, the deputy head of the Tieyi Pavilion, and Zhou Wuji, the first three disciples of the Taoist Tianzong, these three people are at the front.

And at this moment, the sound of wheels rolling sounded.

From behind the thick fog, a huge carriage drawn by eight horses appeared.

If you look carefully, it is a prison car, with the body covered with a black cloth.

Just looking at it, Chu Ci turned his gaze away.

"Set off."

The order came, and the whole team began to ride on horseback.

Leaving Lieyang City from the nearest city gate, it is all the way to the north.

Chu Ci was at the end of the line all the way.

About two hours.

At noon when the sun was shining brightest, the team had already left Lieyang City dozens of miles away and arrived at a mountain villa.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom here, with elegant charm.

Chu Ci glanced at the name of the villa from a distance: Xintao.

Then I saw that the huge prison cart was opened, and when the cage was opened, hundreds of monsters rushed out of it, slammed into the main gate of the villa, and rushed in.

For a moment, a miserable sound resounded from the villa.

"kill."

After the order was given, the people in Tieyi Pavilion and the Immortal Tower all flew up on their horses and leaped directly into the villa with light work, and Chu Ci was naturally among them.

The entire villa became chaotic in an instant, and the sounds of fighting continued.

Chu Ci mixed in the crowd, trying to avoid the battle as much as possible, if he couldn't dodge it, he just blocked it, and at the same time observed the people from the villa.

The strength of these people is not strong, most of them are only the strength of the second level of martial arts, it is impossible to be the opponent of Tieyige and Dengxianlou, the group of innate powerhouses.

It is naturally impossible to dispatch so many innate powerhouses just for these minions.

Suddenly, Huang Xiong, who had been watching the fight from the roof, suddenly moved.

His target was a woman in peach clothes holding a sword who was protected by layers of protection. The woman was obviously injured.

I saw Huang Xiong, who was in the realm of a small master, slapped down his palm, and the strong wind would scatter the protection crowd, and the peach-clothed woman subconsciously slashed out with her sword.

The strong wind exploded in an instant, and the woman was instantly sent flying several feet away.

"Lu Qingfeng!"

Huang Xiong shouted violently, and Lu Qingfeng's figure wearing the iron ghost mask moved in an instant, his movements were extremely fast.

The moment Chu Ci looked over, Lu Qingfeng had already appeared behind the peach-clothed woman, and the Emei thorn had already pierced out.

This thorn went straight to the back heart of the peach-clothed woman.

The body of the peach-clothed woman is still flying upside down, and there is no way to avoid it.

Clang!
A sword sound resounded from above.

No matter whether it was Huang Xiong or Lu Qingfeng, when the sound of the sword sounded, they all retreated quickly.

I saw a green sword falling to the ground, and on the hilt, a man in Confucian clothing stood tall and elegant.

He has a handsome face and two strands of white hair fluttering in front of his forehead.

Chu Cigou was outside the battle circle, looking at the man in Confucian clothing standing on the hilt of his sword.

'God Master? '

This man in Confucianism clothes gave Chu Ci the feeling that his strength was higher than that of the little master, but he didn't look like the ultimate master.

"What are you doing?!"

"The world's anti-win alliance will be established, and you, as one of the three swords of Confucianism..."

The peach-clothed woman ignored the blood at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were anxious.

"Little fairy, you will get wrinkles when you are angry."

The man in Confucian clothing walked down the wind, looked at the peach-clothed woman with a gentle smile, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of the peach-clothed woman's mouth, and there was an icy light flickering in the corner of her eyes.

The other hand was raised, and Qingfeng moved in an instant, holding it in his hand.

"You guys hurt the little fairy?"

The man in Confucianism clothes glanced at Huang Xiong and Lu Qingfeng, and slashed down with the sword in his hand.

The powerful sword energy suddenly fell, Huang Xiong and Lu Qingfeng both retreated sharply, leaving a three-foot-deep sword mark on the ground.

"Half-step extreme."

There was seriousness in the eyes of both of them.

This is a relatively vague realm, to the effect that it is a little stronger than the little grandmaster, and there are faint signs of breaking through the extreme grandmaster.

As for those monsters, under the sword energy of the Confucian man, they dare not approach at all.

"What a Junze, what a gentleman's sword."

"Everyone in the world has a legend that a gentleman has a sword and a guardian of the way."

"I can see you today, and it really lives up to its reputation."

With the sound of the wind, a white crane flapped its wings and landed on the ground. Standing on the back of the white crane, Zhou Wuji, a handsome young man, looked at the man in Confucian clothes with a smile and cupped his fists in salute.

"Taoist Tianzong, Zhou Wuji."

Tens of feet away, Chuci was hanging upside down under the eaves to avoid the battle.

gentleman sword.

When he and Shi were talking about the mountains, he took the opportunity to ask a lot, including information about Confucianism.

There are no saints in contemporary Confucianism. Since the last generation of Confucian saints passed away, Confucianism has been divided into three swords and eight schools. The eight schools all claim to be orthodox. They use the "three swords" to maintain their relationship.

The three swords are Junzi Sword, Confucian Style Sword, and Tianxia Sword, implying the Confucian concepts of "self-cultivation", "family harmony" and "peace the world".

The Three Swords do not belong to any of the Eight Schools, but when Confucianism is needed to join forces, the Eight Schools will obey the orders of the Three Swords, and the Eight Confucian Schools will act as a unified whole.

"Three little masters, more than fifty innate masters, and hundreds of innate monsters, it seems that it is difficult for this Junzijian to get out of this villa alive today." '

'What's so special about this woman in peach clothes? '

Chu Ci continued to linger, observing the changes in the battle circle. He was a little curious. He dispatched so many people just for this peach-clothed woman, and it was obvious that life and death were not the case. What was it for?

"Zhou Wuji, quick battle!"

Huang Xiong shouted sharply.

At this time, the other people in the villa were basically killed, and more than 50 innate masters surrounded them one after another.

"Don't rush, I know."

Zhou Wuji frowned, obviously disgusted by being urged.

"I wanted to play with you for a while, but now it seems that I can only wait for your next life."

The sword finger suddenly pointed forward.

"The way of heaven."

Although the sword was not drawn, an extremely powerful sword energy condensed into an invisible sword, directly killing the peach-clothed woman beside Junze.

Jun Ze stood where he was, didn't draw his sword, but looked at the peach-clothed woman beside him tenderly.

"The peach is young, and its beauty is shining. When my son returns, it is suitable for his family."

He flicked the Junzi sword in the air, and held the sword in his palm, blocking that move of 'Heavenly Way'.

"Little fairy, I will take you home."

Jun Ze folded his body and looked at Zhou Wuji who was above the white crane, with a frivolous mouth.

There was a sense of freedom in his eyes, holding the woman in peach clothes with one hand, and a horizontal sword in the other.

"I stand up against the wind with a long sword, ride a white horse to laugh at the mountains and rivers, and make fine wine with new peaches, and I promise the Yi people a happy life."

Junze's sword intent was fully activated, and in the entire villa, the swords in everyone's hands were buzzing, and the monsters were even shaken by this sword intent to howl and sob.

　For the rest of my life, drink and sing!

　　Seeking investment and collecting!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)