Everlasting Sword God

Shen Zhenyi stayed awake all night and watched the scenery outside the window slowly changing. When the sun rose, red light came from the east and the sky turned white. He bathed in the incense and changed his clothes, went out and headed towards Houshan Baita.

The martial arts people gathered in the abandoned sword villa, headed by Shen Shou, Liu Ru, Zen Master, and others, have long gathered outside Mengjian Xiaozhu, waiting for Shen Zhenyi to come out.

"It's still early. I'll go to Houshan Baita first. You can come back in the evening."

Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly to them, saying hello.

Liuru Master and others dare not say more, but where can I rest assured that I have always stayed under the mountain, I followed Shen Zhenyi and went up the mountain behind the abandoned sword villa.

The white tower stands tall, and the red morning glow is reflected in the air, like a magnificent spectacle in the painting.

Shen Zhenyi struck white, sitting in front of the white pagoda, closing his eyes and recuperating, like a statue.

"Old monk, what do you think of today's battle?" Chixian quietly asked Master Liu Ru.

Martial arts people, in their hearts, are expecting that after the battle between Shen Sangong and Mr. Wu Jian anyway, the land of Jiuyou will return to peace. But they all had a faint feeling in their hearts. After today, everything will be different.

"I wish the three sons could show their might, except for the demon head." Liu Ru, Zen Master folded his hands, sighed and prayed.

The martial arts people behind them all gritted their teeth and said, "Three sons, we must avenge us!"

Mr. Five Swords has created great killings for more than a month, and more than half of the people present have revenge on him with blood and blood—let them look for revenge on this old devil. There is almost no hope, only Shen Zhenyi can be expected.

Son San San didn't answer, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, and he kept saying nothing.

The sun was gradually rising and gradually westward.

The onlookers were tired and hungry, and were reluctant to leave.

"When the old devil came?"

"Will not be afraid of the majesty of the third son, dare not come?"

"It is said that the moon is coming, it should be night."

Everyone muttered, impatient.

Even Liuru Chan, Shen Shou, and others were agitated, and their emotions showed on their faces.

Shen Zhenyi sighed in the heart, these people in Jiuyou Land are already the best, but their minds are still far from passable. After today, the situation is even more difficult.

In the setting sun, don't panic, snoring and screaming across the dusk.

The moon wheel rises from the endless seaside, and the silver light diffuses, and it looks bigger and rounder than usual.

"coming!"

Those with sharp eyes saw a black spot in the center of the moon wheel, and a closer look was a man in black walking on the waves, with five swords behind him, releasing the sky.

Mr. Five Swords.

Even stepping on the sea is like walking flat. Each step seems to be measured accurately, not bad.

The fine waves rise at his feet, but they don't get wet with the shoes and socks-this infuriating use is almost amazing.

Many people exclaimed.

"He is full of energy, hold up himself! God! How much energy can he use to splurge?"

"The two hundred-year-old immortal, this total amount of qi is naturally appalling!"

"In this hand, even Shen Sangong can't do it!"

Everyone couldn't help worrying. When Mr. Wu Jian showed his hand, he showed his crushing power.

"Good."

Shen Zhenyi just nodded slightly, contentedly.

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Gray hair.

In black.

Five blood swords.

When Mr. Wu Jian stepped on the cliff of Houshan, it was also when he was most powerful.

Except for Shen Zhenyi, everyone else stepped back three steps in unison, only feeling that the breath on his chest was stagnant, and there was a sense of pressure that he could not breathe.

Mr. Wujian is tall, wearing black linen and straw shoes, and tied only with a straw rope around his waist. Except for the five swords on the back, there was no other decoration on his body, his white hair was loose and his expression was cold.

-This is very different from his image of hot wine by the fireplace last night.

His eyes narrowed, his eyes were like needles, and his eyes were empty.

To him, everything in the Nine Secluded Lands looks like an ant.

Shen Zhenyi looked at him from afar, sighing softly: "You can practice to such a degree in changing blood secrets, you can be regarded as having a tough heart."

This kind of opportunistic technique can not only accumulate longevity but also easily lose oneself. Jingqi Shen cannot be united, and it is difficult to practice to a higher level.

Looking at the sky above his head, Mr. Wu Jian said suddenly, "The old man is here, and not always thinking of returning to his hometown, how can he be as vague as a common man?"

Ever since he was born, vision and insight are not comparable to the layman in the Nine Secluded Land. How can he tolerate imprisonment in this land?

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly. "Since you came from the upper world, you should have your own way of cultivation. You must practice this blood-trapping method that harms one's own interests. Don't you think it will hurt the blessing?"

Mr. Wu Jian laughed loudly, "A man who exercises martial arts is a strong person, what good is it to say?"

Since choosing the way of martial arts, of course, I can only believe in myself.

Shen Zhenyi nodded, no longer talking.

Both were silent, waiting for Moon Eye to take off.

After abandoning the Sword Villa, the mountain fell into a weird silence.

The spectators were deterred by the inadvertently revealing momentum of these two people, and they did not even dare to show up. I just stretched my neck and widened my eyes. How do you fight these two masters beyond the imagination of the martial artists of Jiuyou?

Chu Huoluo squeezed a cold sweat for Shen Zhenyi, but she didn't know.

"Master will definitely not lose! Even the eight masters shot at him together, he could only break it lightly! Mr. Wujian in this pose, must not be Master's opponent!" She could only comfort herself.

But Chu Huoluo actually knew in his heart that Mr. Wu Jian was definitely not pretentious.

Except for Shen Sangong, everyone else at the scene could easily die with one finger.

Midday on the moon.

Everyone was bathed in the soft moonlight, like a beam of light, piercing the night and covering the white tower.

Mr. Wu Jian opened his eyes, looked at Shen Zhenyi, and nodded slightly: "Let's go!"

He kicked lightly under his feet, like a **** bird rising into the air, flipped two heels in the air, and leapt to the top of the white tower.

With a smile, Shen Zhenyi patted him gently on the wheelchair armrest, and the wheelchair floated out of thin air, just like a feather in the wind, rising up with the air!

Everyone took a breath, and the light work of the two was completely beyond everyone's knowledge.

Mr. Five Swords is nothing more, he still has to hold his own strength with a huge infuriating energy, so that he can jump dozens of feet high.

But Shen Zhenyi's method is just dazzling, I don't know how to do it.

"Eternal clouds are a feather!"

Mr. Wu Jian's face sank, and he sneered, "Sure enough you came from there."

He reached out and pointed to the moon eye in the sky.