"Shit!"

In the field, Cheng Zhiyuan, who had been sleeping for a whole day, suddenly opened his eyes.

The yellow snake found itself and hanged on its belly to make a lazy sound. The cold dew accompanied by the frost, Cheng Zhiyuan's clothes were already covered in ice white.

If Ayan had come here before, she might be scared to death, because when Cheng Zhiyuan was asleep before, he was motionless and might have been mistaken for being frozen to death.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt something in his hand, so he turned his head and the ramie leaf he was holding before sleeping had turned into a divine puff.

The lush green glass swayed gently, Cheng Zhiyuan took it over and looked at the mulberry fields in the morning with a little confused look.

The fish belly was white in the other side of the sky, the green duckweed wind in the fields blew on people's cheeks, Yan Ruyu in the library suddenly came back to her senses, and then she realized that Cheng Zhiyuan had been out for a day and had not come back.

Of course, Cheng Zhiyuan was a little confused about the sudden retracement of time. The longer the time in the dream, the more lost he felt when he woke up.

It seems that the world has abandoned itself.

Cheng Zhiyuan's spirit and spirit have reached the peak of the lower fifth level, and soon he can make a breakthrough in the middle fifth level.

He is about to reach the watershed of cultivation, the second level of the fifth level, the third stage, which is the so-called sixth level building, once he enters this state, he has initially reached the stage of "Tao" and is free from the shackles of "skill".

Cheng Zhiyuan blinked.

Then a huge spirit suddenly rose up, and that powerful and tough aura was not possessed by anyone in the same realm.

The gifts of the Holy Emperor are real, and the wind and rain world is also real.

With a thought, the wind and rain are shaking.

It seems to have turned into a small world from all directions, and the wind and rain that the sword man calls us contains endless sword energy.

So the bloody storm that had just passed away appeared again in the world.

The dark outline of the mountains and seas is faintly vague, and there are murmurings and whispers in the dark, like crying and complaining.

The mountains and seas are no longer there.

Cheng Zhiyuan was wearing a vermilion robe, and the black wind and red Yan were the tip of the sword. The blue-white shadow of Yazi appeared behind him, and under the thunderous thunder, halos appeared on the white pear blossoms.

The eyes were cold and ruthless, and the ice was overflowing.

Cheng Zhiyuan got the word "正".

Those who see it clearly observe and see the consciousness.

If it is ignorant, nothing will be seen, if it is clear...

Then the world is enemies wherever you look.

Seeing the mountains and seas can be seen.

Mountains and seas also collapse.

Cheng Zhiyuan drew his sword at this time. This time, as soon as he came out, a terrible and heavy aura penetrated.

Once this sword is unsheathed, it will inevitably destroy all the mulberry fields.

So Cheng Zhiyuan pulled only three inches and then put it back.

But he understood that the more powerful momentum he had now mastered might be the key to the fourth level of the common people's sword.

The Dongyang Sword that had not been completed before is now considered complete.

"A sword of wind and rain will rewind the world."

"The cloudy mountain is shaking and raining, and the sky can clearly see it."

Cheng Zhiyuan spoke, saying that he was talking about the sword man under the seat of Emperor Zhen of Nanhua, so the name he mentioned was the true meaning that he wanted to express after the sword was shot out.

On the side, a middle-aged man walked not far away from him, leading a small donkey. He was not good-looking, a little slight and long-necked bird's beak. As he walked, he turned his head and suddenly looked at the hawks and wolves.

"Good sword, good man, good wind and rain."

This man did a terrible act at this moment.

He walked straight over and stepped into the wind and rain world.

Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at that place incredibly.

The wind and rain world is being stepped into, which really makes me feel a little embarrassed.

But the visitor is very strong, and the realm of the immortal is extraordinary. If he can enter, his ability must be quite good.

Cheng Zhiyuan returned to quiet and looked at this person like this.

The middle-aged man holding a donkey in the distance raised his chin to Cheng Zhiyuan.

"Are you a child of the Imperial Academy?"

Cheng Zhiyuan did not nod or shook his head: "No, but not at all."

The middle-aged man understood: "If you understand, that is the proxy teacher, neither a disciple nor a teacher. You appear in the mulberry field and go through this storm, are you an immortal?"

Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned.

The middle-aged man nodded: "It's you, it's you, the same wind and rain, the same spirit, and even the spirit of the sword is similar. Unfortunately, it's still a little different. Yours is more sharp, sharper, and more murderous, but they always lack a 'no-sight' intention."

"Does the immortals still have any concerns about this world? In your eyes, sentient beings are just insects that can be teased at will. They say that the number of days and the law of nature is like this, which is all bullshit."

"Can a ruthless person know the business of all living beings?"

The middle-aged man's tone was very unfriendly: "I heard that a few months ago, the Yuci City of Zhao State experienced a massacre, flooding floods overwhelmed millions of creatures, and an ancient demon god caused trouble and was later killed by immortals?"

"But the immortal saw the immortal, you had not killed Xu Wugui, but let him escape."

"Do you know why you can't beat him? Is it really a difference in realm?"

Cheng Zhiyuan frowned tightly: "I dare to ask you, yes..."

The middle-aged man did not answer, but still talked to himself!

"A girl once told me not to use my eyes to look at the sword, nor to have any mysterious mind. As long as you clarify your purpose and then have no intention of ignoring everything, you can kill everything!"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "No care... How could sentient beings be born in the world without any ties..."

"ha!"

The middle-aged man smiled unrestrainedly:

"All living beings in the world, as long as you have no intention of care, you can reach the tip of the sword!"

A sound came from behind the middle-aged man. Cheng Zhiyuan only saw that he was actually carrying a sword frame on his back!

There are nine positions above the sword frame, but only eight positions are inserted with swords. The center is empty and there is nothing.

Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly saw a sword light in his eyes.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised a palm!

"I haven't seen an immortal for a long time. I thought I could find Xu Wugui along the Yellow River, but I didn't expect that I would meet you."

"But just you can also let a great immortal who is about to ascend? I really can't believe it!"

"Your sword is good, your man is good, and your momentum is better, but if you are good, you are far from qualified to fight against Xu Wugui!"

"Do you know that Xu Wugui has reached the peak of the twelfth level of the Immortal Dao, and he is one step away from turning into the first city of the five cities. What are your abilities that can make him escape!"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became very cold: "I hate immortals the most in my life, and I always want to compete with the immortals, including the girl who taught me sword skills back then!"

Cheng Zhiyuan felt a huge danger in an instant, and he drew his sword suddenly. At this moment, a huge, heavy mountain and sea trend was completely released with the complete pulling of the aura!

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the palm of the hand had already slashed!

The power of a palm is inexplicably terrifying!

It is indescribable, but the sword that Cheng Zhiyuan had just completed suddenly arose, and it was as fierce as a dragon entering the sea. The roar of Ya Zi shook the mountain. What followed was "Yinshan was shaking rain, and the sky could see clearly!"

This sword goes!

The sharp stroke passes by, the wind and rain dissipates, and try to make the sound clear and clear.

Cheng Zhiyuan has not retreated when he pressed his sword.

And the middle-aged man's palm was already bloody and fuzzy.

He was extremely shocked, as if he had not expected that the other party's sword would have such a fierce power.

Cheng Zhiyuan's voice conveys the wind and rain:

"I haven't asked for advice from Senior Zong!"

The middle-aged man looked at his palm, and suddenly the corners of his mouth cracked and laughed fiercely.

"My ancestors are Xia Yu, and they are descendants of Shaokang's son Wuyu. They have Yue clan, Si surname, name Zhi, or Jiu Qian, Goujian..."

"I'm looking for 'Jialu'... or... Fuchai... the name is just a code name, and Zong is just a clumsy burden..."

He raised his head and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan, whose pupils were full of surprise and disbelief, and his expression became more and more crazy.

"The second in the Sword Sect in the World is called "King of Yue", and respected as "Sword Saint".
Chapter completed!