In the dead of night, the stars are dim.
Zhou Yi held up the gourd filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine, frowned slightly, and asked, "Hmm? This wine... what do you mean, brother?"
"Nothing special." The young man on the tree laughed and waved his hand, "It's just that good wine needs to be shared to appreciate its flavor. I like you, brother, so I'll buy you half a pot and give you a suggestion."
"Oh? What's the suggestion?"
"Brother, your swordsmanship comes from the Middle Earth, with the foundation of Wudang swordsmanship, and the inheritance of the third young master of Shenjian Villa and the peerless sword Yanfei. You can be said to be a top swordsman in the world, but it's a pity..." The young man on the tree looked at Zhou Yi and said with a smile: "Your sword is wrong!"
hiss!
As soon as the young man on the tree finished speaking, the temperature in the forest suddenly dropped by several degrees.
Although Qianbei Buzui is notorious in the martial arts world, no one has ever doubted Zhou Yi's martial arts. Especially in swordsmanship, since the battle of Suzhou, no one has doubted who is the best swordsman in the Central Plains. But now the man in front of him pointed out that Zhou Yi's swordsmanship was wrong, which made Zhou Yi's face darken.
"Oh? I wonder if this brother has any advice for me?" Zhou Yi's hand slowly climbed up the hilt of Dielianhua's sword and said coldly.
"It seems that you don't believe what I say! Then..." The young man on the tree smiled again, and suddenly did a somersault. In the blink of an eye, his figure floated down from the treetop and landed steadily in front of Zhou Yi.
"If you really don't believe me, then even if I don't want to, I will have to borrow this three-foot-long sword to learn from you."
The young man said this while raising his left hand in front of him.
The next moment, the sword light suddenly appeared, like the light of the river and the sea, dancing and then retracting, finally turning into a disorderly posture, pointing diagonally in front of Zhou Yi -
"please!"
Please! Please make a move!
The young man in front of him put on a magnanimous attitude, as if he didn't care at all about how Zhou Yi responded. But Zhou Yi couldn't find any carelessness or contempt in his eyes or expression, only an incomparable sincerity and confidence.
"This sword is called the Soul of War. It was the sword that the Japanese Sword Saint Liu Sheng Wuji used to wear. I, Zhu Shen Wu Nian, will be its temporary master. I hope you will not bring disgrace to the Sword Saint's reputation!"
Following the words of Zhu Shen Wu Nian, Zhou Yi's eyes gradually fell on the battle spirit in his hand. This divine weapon was about four feet long, and was a very traditional Japanese sword. It had a restrained brilliance and looked like it was no different from an ordinary weapon. However, Zhou Yi used his Nine Heavens Spiritual Sense to explore it and found that this sword was full of mysteries and was not as simple as it looked.
"Butterfly Love Flower!"
Zhou Yi nodded, and the next moment, the Butterfly Love Flower in the sheath suddenly jumped, and instantly turned into a shocking rainbow of lightning, and ruthlessly went straight to Zhushen Wunian's neck! Just from the wonderful direction of this sword attack, it can be said to be perfect. Just based on this sword, Zhou Yi can be called a master of swordsmanship.
“Zheng!”
Just when Zhou Yi took the initiative to attack, the fighting spirit in Zhushen Wunian's hand, which should have been completely destroyed, suddenly roared like a dragon, and bounced lightly like a salted fish coming back to life, drawing an incredible and wonderful arc, and suddenly pierced into Zhou Yi's sword at an incredible angle!
"clang!"
In an instant, there was a series of sounds of metal clashing, followed by a roar like a balloon bursting.
All this happened so quickly and suddenly in just a split second. Before Zhou Yi even had time to change color, he was horrified to find that his powerful sword was so vulnerable. It collapsed in just one strike.
"This is?"
After being defeated in one move, Zhou Yi retreated at a high speed, hurriedly putting several feet between himself and Zhushen Wunian. An unprecedented sense of frustration arose spontaneously: his sword moves were completely broken without his knowledge
"Did you feel it?" Zhushen Wunian slowly sheathed his sword and looked at Zhou Yi with a smile on his face.
"What do you feel?" Zhou Yi frowned and looked solemnly at the God Wu Nian in front of him and the magic weapon in his hand - the Fighting Soul!
"The Immortal Sword Technique is indeed a peerless sword move unparalleled in the world, but don't you think you used it wrongly in your hands?" Zhushen Wunian walked forward slowly, his tone steady and his expression indifferent. It was impossible for others to tell that the two were just pointing swords at each other.
"Wrong?"
“In terms of power alone, the Immortal Sect’s Small Three Combinations can be said to be unmatched in the world. However, if this rare and unique move only has this power that can almost shatter the void, isn’t it a bit unworthy of its reputation?” Zhu Shen Wu Nian smiled and said, “Including all your existing swordsmanship has been affected by this, gradually embarking on the path of defeating the enemy with force. Although you can still dominate the world with your extraordinary cultivation of the Nine Heavens Sutra, it is really a great regret in life if you fail to fully grasp the magic of the Immortal Sect Sword Art, the world’s number one swordsmanship!”
"Moreover, what would you do if you met an opponent whose internal strength was far superior to yours? I'm afraid you already understand this situation!"
Looking at Zhu Shen Wu Nian's eyes that were full of hidden meaning, Zhou Yi immediately shouted: "Do you know the Great Demon God?"
Zhushen Wunian smiled slightly, turned around and disappeared into the dense forest.
"If you want to know about the Great Demon, just follow me!"
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It's late at night.
With a roar of thunder, the wind swept away the remaining clouds, and dark clouds rolled in the sky, filled with a murderous atmosphere.
Ren Ya followed the third in command Yuan Qiudao slowly, and looked up. The scenery in the distance was only hazy, and there was no sound of people in the surroundings, only the sound of thunder and wind filling the sky and the ground.
A flash of lightning split the sky, and suddenly the light was bright, illuminating the way ahead for the two. Ren Ya looked carefully, only to find a strange tower that was high into the clouds, dark and cold, appeared in front of him.
I saw that a black gas had risen from the tower at some point, as thick as black ink, and kept surging.
When they reached the tower, the third in command Yuan Qiudao suddenly stopped, turned around, and said coldly to Ren Ya: "We're here!"
Ren Ya calmed down and asked, "Is the person who wants to see me inside?"
"Yes!"
"He is your master? What kind of person is he?"
“… … .”
"Okay!" Looking at Yuan Qiudao's unspeakable expression, Ren Ya shook her head slightly and said, "You also have your own difficulties, so I won't make things difficult for you!" After that, she turned around and was about to walk into the tower.
Suddenly, before Ren Ya took two steps, Yuan Qiudao behind her called out to her and stopped her, speaking loudly.
"I can only tell you that the one in the tower is the most powerful person in the world. You'd better obey him!" (To be continued)