Chapter 25 You are not a swordsman

The cold moon is sad and the wind sleeps against the shadows, and the old trees are empty and idle...

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The sword array was broken, and everything in it was suddenly revealed in front of everyone, especially to everyone's surprise that Situ Lang had just gained the upper hand, but at this moment, it was the real sword that completely occupied the upper hand. Unexpectedly, seven flying swords formed a rotating top-shaped circle, which imprisoned Situ Lang's circle in it. Medium.

When everyone was still unknown, the old man said again: "It was obviously that the real sword combined the seven swords. You should know that the sword array formed when his seven flying swords were combined into one is his killer. Moreover, Situ Lang just broke into the sword array of the real sword. It was already short, and the collision The length of the square, how can it not be hurt..."

The old man's words just fell, as if to prove the correctness of the old way, Situ Lang, who had just stood firmly, shook slightly, with a faint trace of blood on the corners of his mouth, and a slight crack broke on the long black bow in his hand.

"What? Jian Zhen, do you think it really suppresses me?" Situ Lang smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth and said lightly to the real sword. At the same time, he gently wiped the wisp of blood at the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and there was also a trace of regret in his heart. Although he hit the real sword hard, he also hit the psychic of the Tongtian Taoist faction, and was finally chased and killed by the two at the same time and was seriously injured, but It has never entered the sword array of the real person. I really didn't expect that the seven flying swords of the real person of the sword are separated. Although it is not bad, for these monks who really reached the peak in the Yuanying period, it is ordinary, and this time, when they entered the sword array of the seven swords in one, they were hit hard.

The real sword's face was also slightly flushed. He took a deep breath. Seven flying swords appeared on his head again and slowly formed a circle and slowly rotated. He said faintly, "Who dares to say that you can steadily suppress your Situlang? Even those masters who have entered the divine period may not dare to say so?"

"You--" Situ Lang's face changed and he wanted to ask, but he was disturbed by the uproar outside the scene. He could only look at the real sword helplessly, and the long bow in his hand trembled slightly. If he hadn't been seriously injured now, I'm afraid he would have gone away now.

The uproar of the monks outside the field is reasonable, because what Jian Zhenren just said is really amazing. Doesn't it mean that Situlang, the king of assassins, can't provoke anyone, unless those super factions with monks during the disaster period, but those ancestors who survived the disaster period are also full of the secret and can't get out of the customs easily. It seems that this Stu lang is really Don't provoke!

The monks gathered around the old monks one after another. There was no trace of embarrassment on their faces. It seemed that they did not do what they had just ignored the old monks. Although the old man was angry, his psychology of showing off still prevailed. He coughed a few times before he was urged by everyone. , slowly said, "Since Situ Lang is known as the king of assassins, his way of concealment is naturally at the peak. I'm afraid that those monks who have just entered the divine period can't really find the other party and will be slipped away by Situ Lang. Of course, Situ Lang can only escape. When the monks of the Huashen period entered the middle of the Huashen period, there were countless Huashen, and Situlang at that time was naturally doomed.

"Is it great to be able to escape from the masters in the early stage of the divine period?" The little monk who satirized the old man flowed a long line from the corners of his mouth and fantasized infinitely. But then, the old man broke the little monk's dream: "You think Situ Lang is really safe, but that's not necessarily!"

"Why? Didn't you say that Situ Lang could escape the pursuit of the monks of the gods? So in the hands of the Yuanying monk, can't he do whatever he wants? Several monks beside him asked impatiently.

The old man shook his head gently and said slowly, "The world of cultivation is infinitely wide, and the three continents are just a drop in the sea. So far, no one knows how wide the world we are in. I'm afraid even before the Three Holy Sacraments, those soaring monks don't know, let alone this number. There has been no time for ascension monks for thousands of years.

The old man's words made many monks around him feel unprovokedly lost. After all, how prosperous the original world of cultivation was. However, under a disaster of the three saints, not only the sects suffered heavy losses, but also the important thing was the loss of classics, which led to the unprovoked reduction of the strength of the sects. Now those fruits are the only ones left. The monks in the disaster period were born before the Three Holy Disaster. So far, not to mention the monks in the disaster period, even the monks in the period of the God period have not heard of the advancement of various sects for a long time, not to mention the struggles of those monks in the period of the period.

Because those monks who have entered the period of disaster can't feel the disaster!

Crossing the disaster, crossing the disaster, crossing the disaster is the heavenly disaster! Now you can't even feel the disaster. What kind of disaster can you go through? Therefore, those monks who survived the disaster period had no choice but to seek a solution by closing the gate, but no one could do it. Therefore, the current world of cultivation has basically become the era of immortality!

"Yes, with your real sword array, our Situ Lang is still confident to escape. If your master's sword master is here, maybe I can only tie my hand. You are not qualified enough!" In the quarrel of the monks on the court, Situ Lang smiled proudly and said calmly as if he had admitted defeat to the real sword, but the meaning in his words was still abnormal.

Jian Zhenren also nodded calmly and smiled, "Yes, although I took advantage of it in the melee, after all, you lost, so should you get out of this place?"

Although Situ Lang was stubborn, he also had the dignity of high-level monks, so he nodded and left the center of the venue without saying a word and flew into the crowd. As soon as he fell into the crowd, the crowd around him suddenly left him quickly, but in that void, only Situ Lang was alone. A man was standing, but he still smiled faintly and sat calmly cross-legged in the void. But for a moment, the elders around him flew around Situ Lang one after another.

"Senior Situ, this is the healing medicine of our sect. Please be sure to accept..."

"Senior Situ, the elder of our sect once admired your heroic posture and often mentioned to us that this is our holy elixir and blood elixir, please be sure to accept..."

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Suddenly, those scattered cultivations who saw this scene around them were all regretful. They just knew Situ Lang's character and did not want to provoke trouble, so they left Situ Lang's surroundings at all, but they didn't want to please the other party at all. It's right to think about what kind of cultivation the other party is. Why do you care about the elixir they sent? However, if Situ Lang and other masters have a little good impression, the rewards may be good. Thinking of this, these scattered practitioners still have to sigh that those monks from famous sects can be human beings and have to be convinced, but think about where the other party has been experienced since childhood. It's easy to practice!

Although Situ Lang is unruly, he is not a good or bad person. He is very grateful to those who sent the elixir, and then refused again. After all, these sects are big factions, and there are masters among them. Now he is injured. If he offend so many sects, I'm afraid he will really be in trouble. It's still polite. Some are better!

The noise outside the venue was false for Jian Zhenren. After a short break, he quietly glanced at the crowd and said faintly, "I don't know which Taoist friend wants to teach?"

This time, it is different from just now. There are many Yuanying monks who are eager to try. After all, they have just been seriously injured in the comparison between Jianzhen and Situ Lang. Who doesn't want to take such a big advantage? Therefore, two Yuanying monks entered the field again. Unexpectedly, although Jian Zhenren was injured, he was still powerful. With only three swords, the two Yuanying monks who entered the field were destroyed into scum. Suddenly, the void on the whole mountain peak was silent.

It seems that even the seriously injured sword real people can't be stained by their ordinary infancy monks. Suddenly, the field was clear again. However, Jian Zhenren was a little helpless and asked impatiently, "Is there anyone else coming to compete with me? I asked ten times. If there is still no one, then this water spirit bead is mine. If anyone is not convinced at that time, don't blame me for being cruel!"

"Ten——"

"Nine-"

"Eight-"

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"Three-"

"Two-"

The real sword was about to shout "one". A monk flew out of the crowd and shouted, "Wait a minute, let the wise Taoist come to meet the famous sword real man. It happens that he is also practicing with a sword. Please don't hesitate to teach me!"

Yuanshan opened his eyes from the void, but saw that it was the clear Taoist who had been hiding in the crowd. He did not expect that the wanted man in the vast sea had such patience. It was not until this time that he really showed his body and challenged the real sword.

Many monks outside the field looked at the monk who had just entered the field one after another. They saw that the other party was black and black, with kind eyebrows, holding a black dagger in his hand and smiling at the sword. No matter who saw this person, I'm afraid he would have to say good looks!

The real sword standing in the void first looked at the Tongming Taoist, and then turned his eyes to the black dagger in the hands of the Tongming Taoist. Strangely, when he looked at the black dagger, the seven flying swords above his head began to tremble slightly, as if to remind the real person of the sword. The situation was very strange.

Unexpectedly, after looking at it carefully for a long time, Jian Zhen actually shook his head slightly and said faintly, "No, you are not a sword, at best, you just got a good flying sword!"

As soon as Jian Zhenren said this, Tongming Taoist's face suddenly changed, and the whole audience was even more an uproar. Even the old man who was ignored by everyone again turned his eyes to Tongming Taoist standing in the void.

No, it's the black dagger in the hand of Tongming Taoist!

PS: It's in good shape! If it has always been like this, Lao Cao feels that he can even try ten thousand update in April, haha...