Turned a corner while ascending

"You! What kind of monster are you!" Tong Cong was stunned by the flying sword's sword energy again, she hurriedly backed away from Bai Zhizhuo with lingering fear, stretched out her hand, and the scar on her chest disappeared.

"I want to ask you that too." After playing, Bai Zhizhuo spoke for the first time, and asked sincerely, "You are the No. 1 I have ever met."

Tong Cong wanted to raise his chin proudly, but fortunately he remembered that he was completely at a disadvantage in time, so he quickly stopped his stupid and embarrassing behavior, and shouted loudly: "Try my trick again!"

He shook both hands, and the yellow and rich earth-attribute spiritual power gathered on his fists. His hands were like two magic weapons that could gather spirits. The earth spiritual power formed a shield, and then formed a sharp cone. With white eardrums.

He could clearly feel that the spiritual power in the world around him was being sucked away extremely quickly.

Copper Cong's arms seemed to be stretched more than three times, and the light and floating aura was condensed together to form a sharp corner.

It was too much movement.

Bai Zhizhuo frowned, especially since this man's voice was quite unpleasant.

Bai Zhizhuo raised his eyes and stared at the cold Feijian.

The flying sword trembled slightly, and suddenly a sword curtain was formed. The sword curtain was densely woven with countless filaments, wrapping the flying sword nimbly and meeting the copper fir.

The disciple of Kunyuan Sword Sect who was watching couldn't help but asked Ye Nian softly: "Brother, what kind of move is this?"

Ye Nianmu paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know either."

Fan Zhen lowered his eyelids, glanced back at a few young disciples, and suddenly said: "This is the sword energy forming a net, which is similar to Yuanhun Yujian's move, just watch."

Several people fell silent for a moment.

The sword net met Tong Cong's arms, just like stirring dough with barbed wire, and instantly smashed Tong Cong's overly long "arms".

Tong Cong didn't wait for the sword net to get close, and quickly changed his moves. He let out a breath, and the howling wind mixed with debris of earth and rocks blew up.

His eyes were full of yellow, his vision was obstructed, Bai Zhizhuo simply closed his eyes, the sword energy was his eyes, extending out, and flexibly detected the position of Tongcong...

Above the clouds, Jin rubbed his chin: "Understood, this is a hard fight, look at how fun this fight is."

The two people on the stage were sometimes separated, and sometimes handed over. Two figures, one gray and white, one red and yellowish, flew around, and there was sword energy, and earth spells appeared one after another. It looked really intense and exciting.

Senior Yu was lying behind Jin Que, he was as light as nothing, and to Jin Que, it was as if he had floated behind his back.

He poked his head and said speechlessly, "How long will this fight be?"

Jin Que: "Come on, Dabai likes to be quiet the most, this Tongcong is too noisy, he won't be able to bear it."

Tong Cong was already out of breath from exhaustion, every time he used his spiritual power, his dantian felt as if it was about to explode, and every trace of spiritual energy that could be used was captured by him.

He felt that he was like water trapped in a water pipe. Just as he was about to gurgle freely, the exit was blocked. Seeing that there was no way out, the exit suddenly opened again... He was delighted He continued to rush out, just emerging, and before he could breathe the fresh space outside the water pipe, damn it, the outlet of the water pipe was blocked again... Such a cycle, how distressing.

What surprised and even horrified him was that his opponent kept the same expression, the same powerful counterattack, the same sensitive perception, and the same sharp sword aura from the beginning to the end.

Tong Cong yelled evil in his heart, and in his busy schedule, he took a look at the head of the World Honored One, and saw that the World Honored One's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes twitched, obviously he was not in a good mood.

Tong Cong panicked, thinking that I have the secret technique of resurrection, why don't I let him chop it down, if I can't kill him, I will never admit defeat, at most it will be a draw.

So I found an opportunity, put away the spell, sat down on the ground shortly, and yelled: "I'm exhausted, hey little boy, come and fight, I'll lose if you fight!"

Bai Zhizhuo looked at him coldly, and felt that no matter what he said or did, he had a noisy background, and he refused to say a word. Since the target had been done well, he released the flying sword as the last move.

The flying sword buzzed and shot towards him, and a wisp of sharp sword energy pierced through the sword, coming out of his right shoulder and sinking in.

Tong Cong hehe: "I've said it all, this method can't hurt... um! Pfft—" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his shoulders, elbows, chest, back, Puffs of blood mist suddenly flew out like exploding fireworks from the knees, mouth and nose.

Tong Cong couldn't make a sound anymore, staring at her big eyes like copper bells, her whole body trembled, and then slowly fell backwards.

"This is... Yuanhun Yujian! The sword energy moves freely out of the body, which is a very high level!" A disciple exclaimed, and then questioned, "Why didn't he use this trick in the first place? Once he sacrificed Yuan Soul Yujian, that Tongcong can't hold up to two moves, right?"

Ye Nian didn't answer, because Bai Zhizhuo was holding the sword with one hand in the field, and he threw it handsomely. The flying sword he never left was like a wanderer who left home seeing his mother, and flew towards him whistling. He took it in his hands, still trembling.

Ye Nian caressed the sword body distressedly, and strangely felt the slight emotion of "so tired, but also so refreshing" from the flying sword, and couldn't help feeling more complicated.

"Concession!" Bai Zhizhuo clasped his fists in both hands, gave a slight salute in the direction of Lianhuangzong, then stepped on his toes, and easily returned to Jin Que's side.

On the side of Kunyuan Sword Sect, the disciples following Fanzhen, including Ye Nian, couldn't help but clenched their fists, their faces showed excitement, looking at Bai Zhizhuo's eyes, let alone being friendly, they all wanted to know each other.

Shizun Lianhuang's face was very ugly, he stretched out his hand to draw it back, and took it back with a sigh of relief, like a piece of copper fir like a piece of rag, he had nothing to say for a while.

Yujijian tactfully did not continue to provoke, and waited for Fanzhen World Honored One to speak.

After a moment of silence, Fanzhen spoke with a smile in his voice: "I don't know how to count my disciples. Is your little disciple okay?"

"No problem." World Honored One Lianhuang replied sullenly.

"Hehe, it's good that there is nothing to do. There is also a brilliant immortal doctor in this sect. Let your disciples send him there. Let's move on and continue discussing things in the secret realm."

Shizun Lianhuang looked at the few disciples behind him, but no one dared to respond to his gaze, and they all hid away, much worse than the haughty look when he came here before.

Although Bai Zhizhuo beat Tongcong very easily, in fact, Tongcong's status in Lianhuangzong is similar to that of Ye Nian. They are both the most talented and outstanding people of their generation. After a thorough study, he was completely favored by the Almighty Master Lianhuang, and he practiced the "Secret Manual of Treasure Alchemy" in his own sect, which was also more effective. In short, none of the few people present was his single-handed enemy, they were very strong.

Shizun Lianhuang's eyes flickered, looked at the disciple who had been carefully cultivated for hundreds of years, and finally twitched his mouth: "Forget it, if you lose, you lose. There are many talents in your family. A disciple who has just entered the fourth rank... ..." He glanced up unwillingly as he spoke, met Yujijian's teasing gaze, and then looked away again, "I'll just leave later." After finishing speaking, he was about to leave.

"Slow down." Fan Zhen said steadily, "There are three sects selected for each branch. If we lose one sect in the Lonely Mountain Range, outsiders will think that the second-rank sect is weak. Fellow Daoist Lianhuang, You are determined to be strong and victorious, but you can't afford to lose, so are you willing to demean yourself and go out to be criticized by others?"

What he said was too straightforward, Lian Huang had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, wishing he could spit it out, and finally said flatly: "If that's the case, this deity can't leave."

Fan Zhen: "That's right, Fellow Daoist Qingli, Fellow Daoist Lianhuang, please."

Qingli Shizun has been watching with a smile, and at this time, he and the two returned to Qiongzhen Hall.

The arena was dispelled, the competition was over, Kunyuan Sword Gate was very reserved, so there was no cheering from the winner, nor crying from the loser, only Qingli Shizun stood upright in the direction of Bai Zhizhuo before entering the palace. Thumbs up.

"You know each other?" World Honored One Lianhuang asked keenly.

"Hehe, that's right, the sword cultivator who beat up your disciple is the son of an old friend of this deity's...friend."

"The son of an old friend?" Lian Huang hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

He had seen Ye Nian, the chief disciple of this generation, take action, and felt that although Tong Cong was very talented and strong, if Tong Cong fought Ye Nian, it would be a tie at worst, and he could win with a six-point chance.

This killer weapon has been hidden in his hands for hundreds of years, and he was suddenly defeated by an unknown boy. It would be a lie to say that he accepted it calmly. The seemingly endless sword cultivators are coming!

"You don't need to know about that." Qingli squinted at him, "I advise you not to play tricks, that kid...that kid's friend is that good-looking doll, and the person behind him is not you I can afford it."

On the other side of Jin, Yujijian said excitedly: "Boy Bai fought well. He established his prestige in one match and lived up to the old man's expectations. You two are waiting, and I will explain it for you. I will definitely kill you two." Send it to the secret realm!"

Senior Yu left, the remaining two looked at each other, and when there was no one around, Bai Zhizhuo asked, "Have you changed your mind?"

Jin blinked: "No way, I have my own way, but now, what should they do?"

The two lowered their heads, and not far away, ten fourth-rank disciples of the inner sect headed by Ye Nian were about to come and surround them.

Bai Zhizhuo hurriedly said from a distance: "Brother Ye, the two of us have something important to do, let's meet again some other day." After speaking, he pulled Jin Que and ran towards the outer door.

The rest of Ye Nian was surrounded by his juniors and curiously asked about Bai Zhizhuo's name and identity.

"After all, what are your plans?" Back in the wide and rough atmosphere of the outer door, Bai Zhizhuo asked Jin Que.

"Brother Dabai, little brother, let me do my calculations. The timing is right now. Why don't we just go back to Dumu Peak and go to Xizhou first?"

"Go directly?"

"Yeah, instead of evading at the end, it's better to go first and talk later."

So the two really didn't even return to Dumu Peak, didn't even go to the Zhangshitang, they left the outer gate directly and headed towards Xizhou.

What they thought was that it would only take a few years to go to Xizhou to get a spirit stone mine. By then, the team to the Secret Realm of Sealing Spirits would have already left, and they would just come back and practice with peace of mind.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that after this trip, some people almost couldn't come back.