Everlasting Sword God

The old man's back came suddenly.

He kept his hips bent, but when he was smashed by Shen Zhenyi, he unconsciously straightened his body and appeared taller than most people. The bundled white hair spreads out, and the wind is automatic.

The sackcloth on his body also swelled, and the whole man immediately appeared dangerous.

Chu Huoluo was caught off guard and hurriedly blocked in front of Shen Zhenyi, setting out a defensive driving.

Shen Zhenyi smiled, and gently drew in her left hand to signal her to sit down.

"Anyway, today is not the time for a decisive battle. Mr. Five Swords will not shoot."

He slowly held up his glass and took a sip, such as spring breeze.

The momentum of the old man also gradually converged, and he slowly turned his head, and his withered face showed no trace of fascination, just like a dead tree on the roadside, only a faint light appeared by chance in his eyes.

"You already knew it was me?"

He asked Shen Zhenyi.

Shen Zhenyi shook his head. "Today's air traction, I sensed that you are here. I can't think of Mr. Wu Jian, who has been famous all over the world. He has been at the foot of the abandoned sword mountain village, but nobody knows.

The food and drink stalls on the side of the road have long been unknown for decades.

At that time, Shen Shou had brought beef noodles with Shen Zhenyi as a child.

At that time, the stall owner was an old man with white hair, and Shen Shou also felt that he had been here when he was young, and he has not changed at all.

Today, Shen Zhenyi felt the murderous spirit of Mr. Wu Jian, and found his hiding place.

Mr. Wujian is silent.

He slowly walked to the small table, his steps seemed to be measured, there was no difference, and the momentum of his body increased by one point each time. Chu Huoluo sweated her palms. She is now the seventh master of martial arts, but in front of this person, she didn't even dare to resist.

Shen Zhenyi is still light and light.

Mr. Wu Jian walked to the small tabletop, sat down opposite Shen Zhenyi, stared at the pot of osmanthus wine on the tabletop, and said coldly: "I have learned swords for two hundred and seventy-six years. He never drank again. "

Shen Zhenyi nodded. "This martial arts has many taboos. It must be as cold as a stone. If it is dead wood or wine, it is a major obstacle to practicing this martial art."

Mr. Wujian closed his eyes. "However, with this method, I have the opportunity to cut the moon, which can be called the first in the world."

Shen Zhenyi actually nodded again, "If you can bear your temper and practice the blood-changing secrets method for more than 500 years, you may not have the chance to cut the moon."

"But with you." Mr. Wu Jian's face was ugly, and a green light lit up in his eyes, like a ghost fire.

For more than two hundred years, he killed all the masters who stepped into the realm of martial arts, on the one hand to practice the blood-seal method, on the other hand, to prevent the birth of genius.

It has to be said that nowadays, Nine Secluded Places, Wan Qi Qi, at least the first two hundred years of his success.

It is a pity that there is a son Shen San.

-Shen Sangong, the world's unparalleled.

At the age of seventeen, he has already entered God ’s Kendo. If he is given another ten or eight years, God knows how far his martial arts realm can go?

Therefore, he had to go out of the customs, forcibly use the killing method to improve the air machine, and return to the peak state.

In any case, you must first remove Shen Zhenyi.

But today, he realized that the situation was not as simple as he thought.

auzw.com This young boy's sword energy converges and returns to normal, even himself, can't even see how his cultivation is?

Isn't he just the ninth reentrant of martial arts, but he is one step ahead, reaching the tenth threshold?

In this way, the two men will fight, and the moon will be cut.

This is of course the goal that Mr. Wu Jian has been pursuing-but things are rushed and he is not ready.

"Nine quiet places, you have been raging for more than two hundred years, and have been weak for a long time. At this time, you are cutting the moon, and I'm afraid that there will be disaster in the future."

Shen Zhenyi spoke leisurely.

Mr. Wu Jian rolled his eyes strangely and sneered, "Is it because you want to plead with me and delay the decisive battle?"

Shen Zhenyi said indifferently: "The longer you drag on, the worse it is for you. If at this time next year, you are definitely not my opponent. You also understand this, so you are desperate, and you will start tomorrow. Even if I ask you to postpone How can you agree? "

He seemed to be taking a matter of course, but Mr. Wu Jian was unable to refute it, and was speechless for a moment.

It took a long time for Mr. Wujian to say, "Why are you here today?"

"Nothing, just drink a glass of wine with you, and then look at the peace before Zhanyue." Shen Zhenyi raised his glass and drank it calmly.

Mr. Wujian gritted his teeth, snorted, and poured himself a glass of wine, drinking dry.

"go."

Shen Zhenyi said he would go, and turned around to cross the wheelchair. Chu Huoluo pushed him away. At first, he felt his feet were soft, and then he walked faster and faster, almost trotting.

——The eyes of the old man behind the five swords were like sharp swords, which made Chu Huoluo feel very uncomfortable.

The old man with five swords kept staring at them until Shen Zhenyi's white clothes dived into the night completely, and then he could no longer see, and then bowed his head and sighed.

The wine glass in his hand was gently squeezed by him, turning into a powder with a whisper, and was scattered in the air.

Chu Huoluo was silent all the way, filled with doubts.

Shen Zhenyi guessed her mind and took the initiative to explain two sentences, "The martial arts realm seeks to cut the moon and fly immortal. If one person builds up the world and breaks through the bottleneck, he can only use Qingtian to break the moon eye by himself. "

"But besides that, the simpler way to cut the moon is that two people who also enter the tenth state of martial arts will fight against each other, entangle the air and the machine, and provoke the moon eye. The atmosphere is soaring, which is the most commonly used method when martial arts in various lower worlds are flourishing. "

If you want to build a life with one person, it is difficult to achieve it in a normal lower world. After all, it lacks authenticity, inheritance and guidance-similar to Shen Zhenyi, but it is rare.

Even a monster like Mr. Wu Jian who is studying strange martial arts is rare. Under normal circumstances, martial arts flourish, masters emerge, and then in a fierce battle, they fortunately break through the moon eye and get promoted.

However, the martial arts seeds of Jiuyou Land were killed by Mr. Wu Jian seven or seven thousand eighty-eight, the so-called masters saved, but this is not the case in the eyes of Shen Zhenyi. If there were no Shen Sangong, Jiuyou Land wanted to be promoted, and it would really take a few hundred years for Mr. Wujian's blood exchange secrets to be completed.

It was only because there was an additional Shen Sangong that Mr. Wu Jian's wishful thinking was completely broken.

The confrontation between these two characters will inevitably turn the world.

Chu Huoluo suddenly realized.

But she was more worried about what would happen after the moon was cut.

Chu Huoluo knew that tomorrow was also a crucial battle for Shen Zhenyi, and he dared not ask more questions to disturb his mind. After seeing Mr. Wu Jian's true content, she only felt deep horror, even the unfathomable Shen Sangong. In the face of such evil and darkness, she could hardly win.

She can only keep her doubts in her mind-anyway, after tomorrow, all answers will be in front of her eyes.

Shen Zhenyi returned to Mengjian Xiaozhu.

He still did not fetch the sword. Just sitting quietly in a wheelchair, watching the moonlight like water out the window.

Shuanghua fell on the grass and dyed the leaves silver-white, quiet and mysterious.