You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 63: Qi Retreats from the Cold River
The scholar's hands began to tremble. He lowered his head and found that the blue veins in his wrists were trembling and the blue blood vessels were jumping up and down along with the blood vessels.

The level difference between the two sides was too great, and I had just stolen the attack, but this attack not only failed to defeat the opponent, but also broke my sword!

The scholar just felt embarrassed, his heart and courage trembled together, his expression changed continuously, and finally turned into helplessness.

To be fair, if he was walking on the street and saw a kid attacking him, what would he do?

Of course, the blind man should be killed directly!

It's a pity that now he is the one who is going to be killed.

His mind was in a mess, and the scholar gritted his teeth, a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.

A surprise attack is impossible, and the Taoist has no intention of negotiating, so I'm afraid I'll have to fight to the death next.

He placed his hands on the iron box.

There are three swords left.

The one that was most commonly used could be pulled out at will. It was a sharp weapon, a good killer. It could stab a man with strong qigong skills in the stomach and the knife would go in white and come out red.

But it has exploded.

There are three swords left. Pulling out the first sword will shorten your life by one year, the second sword will shorten your life by three years, and the third sword is a strange weapon on the list of magical weapons. Just holding it in your hand will cause your life span to drop continuously.

If the scholar had not encountered a strong enemy, he would never use other swords. After gaining power and status, life is a consumable for enjoying life. His life is much more precious than that of an inferior person. It is not worth it to rely on his own life to fight the enemy.

The scholar hesitated among the three swords, then considered Zuo Chen's strength. He simply gritted his teeth and directly grasped the last sword.

If he lost with this sword, there would be no need to draw another sword.

He exerted force with his arm and pulled it outwards. A stream of cold air gushed out from the scabbard and in the blink of an eye, it froze half of the scholar's arm.

"drink!"

The scholar drew his sword, and a cold light flashed. A circle of light blue spread out from under his feet, melting the ice on the surrounding ground.

The blue color dyed by the frost gradually deepened, and even turned into transparent ice upwards.

The scholar extended his sword-holding hand toward his body, pulling out half of a piece of icy armor, looking quite majestic!

"This sword is called Frost and Snow, and it is ranked 57th on the Divine Weapon List. Its chill reaches the sky, as if it were the underworld. If it hadn't devoured its master, it would have easily made it into the top ten on the Divine Weapon List based on its power alone."

After adjusting his internal energy, the scholar took out his weapon and introduced it. This was a habit in the martial arts world, and he had learned a thing or two from it.

The purpose of saying the name of a weapon is to show off "I'm so awesome because I have this thing" and also to observe the opponent's micro-expressions to see if your weapon can subdue the enemy.

As a result, the scholar discovered that Zuo Chen was not staring at the sword at all, but at a certain position of the hilt.

What is he looking at?
The scholar frowned and looked at the hilt of his sword.

The wood is now covered by layers of frost, and it is impossible to see what is inside.

The scholar collected his thoughts and stopped thinking about these things. His sword had been drawn, and if he didn't chop it down, he would shorten his life in vain!

"Please enlighten me!"

He shouted, and wanted to leap up and stab Zuo Chen, but suddenly he remembered his sword that was broken into pieces, so he leaned against the altar, used his Dantian skills, pushed the coldness on the sword, and directly slashed out a sword energy!
The cold extended three feet, snow was falling from the sky, and the scholar's sword unexpectedly created a northern scenery.

The speed of frost is not fast, but it has a wide range. If ordinary men in the martial arts world saw this method that can change the seasons, they would probably be scared to death on the spot.

However, when the scholar looked at Zuo Chen, he found that the latter still looked calm and composed.

Zuo Chen nodded:

"It's quite beautiful."

After saying that, Zuo Chen simply dragged his hand to his chin and took a deep breath.

Blow outwards.

Suddenly, the scholar felt a warmth of spring coming towards him, accompanied by the fragrance of blooming flowers and the freshness of new leaves. It was as if a spring breeze blew towards him, and the dim world around him was dyed with color.

The snow that he had chopped out had not had time to advance three or five feet before it was pushed back. The snow turned into drizzle, and the frost on the ground turned into spring mud. Tender buds grew from the soil, and everything was thriving.

In an instant, even the ice armor on the scholar's body was blown away.

The scholar was soaked all over and his mind was confused.

what?
What kind of skill is this?
The scholar always felt that he had heard of and seen this method somewhere.

seem……

The so-called great power that reaches the sky has been used!
Before he could react, the scholar suddenly saw Zuo Chen already in front of him.

Zuo Chen stretched out two fingers and touched the sword in his hand.

The hilt of the sword broke, and when he reached inside with his fingers, a small blue gem fell into Zuo Chen's hand.

The next moment, the scholar felt that the sword in his hand had suddenly lost its spirituality and became like ordinary iron.

"This is a good treasure. It is destined to be with me." Zuo Chen said as he held the stone in his hand, and finally pointed his middle finger at the scholar's head.

bomb.

The brain exploded and hit the scholar's head, and the scholar felt that his vision was spinning in an instant!

He spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky, and his whole body spun seven or eight times in the air before falling to the ground. He spun three or four more times, and finally the back of his head hit the altar with a bang.

The entire altar collapsed downwards. Mi Yang on the left fell to the sky, and the bull's head on the right fell to the ground. The brazier in the middle fell on the scholar's head with a bang, burning the scholar and making him scream.

He rubbed his head on the ground and turned it three or four times before the fire was finally put out.

When the scholar raised his head again, he found that half of his hair had been burnt and his face was also extremely charred.

He opened his mouth slightly and a mouthful of blood came out of his throat.

He sat on the ground, as if he had hysteria, and for a moment he didn't even move.

After adjusting his breathing a little, the scholar realized that just because of that encounter, his internal energy was disordered, several bones were broken, and his Taoism level was also reduced from innate to acquired.

But now he had completely lost all those thoughts and could only stare blankly at the Taoist priest in front of him.

Taoist priest... Taoist priest...

Break evil while chatting and laughing, and feel the spring breeze while walking.

The scholar suddenly remembered a person his great leader had mentioned.

He was also a Taoist priest. Flowers bloomed wherever he stepped, and the spring air filled his body. He could walk a thousand miles and ten thousand steps just by listening to the sound of wind chimes. He was known as the only true immortal in the world.

His heart trembled violently and an expression of horror appeared on his face. The scholar sat on the ground and backed away repeatedly, digging into the ground with his right hand, kicking his legs forward, and rubbing his buttocks backward.

He raised his left hand and pointed at Zuo Chen's nose:

"you you…"

"What's wrong with me?"

Zuo Chen slowly approached him, a gentle smile still on his face.

The scholar's eyes widened in shock, his eyes turned red, and his voice trembled:
"The Imperial Master?! The Imperial Master's methods! Who are you?"

"Ok?"

Zuo Chen's brows twitched slightly.

I originally just wanted to ask what bad things this scholar had done, but I didn't expect that it would be related to the capital.

It seems there are a lot of things worth asking.

(End of this chapter)