Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

Where the long sword passed, no one dared to look directly at it.

When Xie Zhuo came out of the blood pool again, Xuan Xiao was no longer a real person.

His cultivation base has been promoted to a body, breaking the record again and becoming the youngest body monk in the practice world.

But this monk never seems to be delighted with his achievements.

After he pacified the Yaozu, he turned his eyes to the underworld.

Those ghosts who lived on cannibal souls were unsurprisingly baptized by his long sword.

After another hundred years of such baptism, Xuan Xiao finally became the youngest sword master in this world, and one of the most powerful people in this world.

Different from those old seniors who cultivated peacefully in the past, this sword master has been fighting all the way since Yuanying showed his edge, and has never stopped for a day.

Sometimes, other monks in the practice world are wondering about a question: won't he be tired?

If you don't rest every day like this, even an iron-clad person will be tired, but this icy face doesn't show any fatigue at all.

Even, quite strong?

The monks who have observed for a long time can only attribute this to the difference between geniuses and them, and continue to practice their own cultivation step by step.

Then, the sword master's sword fell on them.

Everyone in the practice world has an inherent understanding of sword repair.

Such as poverty, such as simplicity, such as indomitable.

Maybe there will be some aliens, but none of them is like Sword Master Xuanxiao, revealing such shocking ambitions.

That's right, after becoming the sword master, Xuan Xiao has no opponents under his sword.

The demon world can't retreat, the demon clan has become an honest little animal, and the ghost clan has also learned to live an honest life.

Therefore, Xuan Xiao, who was idle and having nothing to do, turned his sword to the practice world.

When the long sword fell on him, the monks in the cultivation world tasted the fear of foreigners.

Due to the competition for cultivation resources, it has never been uncommon for you to compete for each other in the cultivation world.

On the surface, the cultivator with a celestial spirit is completely different from drinking the wind and drinking the dew as ordinary people imagine, and is not stained with dust.

They may fight for the spirit stone, or they may turn against each other for a treasure.

In the practice world, blood will flow every day, and the practitioners are also used to such days.

They are used to killing, and they are also used to being killed. This is the law of the jungle, and there is nothing to complain about.

But there was one person who was so powerful that even other Mahayana monks could not beat him together: "He doesn't like these things, and he wants to change them."

At that time, there was only one thought in everyone's mind: Sword Master is crazy.

He has been making red eyes on ghosts all these years, but he also wants to extend his sword to the cultivator?

Cultivation practice is a kind of freedom. If someone is in charge, what kind of freedom is it?

What's more, there were not many people in the prison that Master Sword Master Chuchu formed, and it was even more impossible to cover everything.

As a result, blood continued to spread in the practice world after the Heavenly Hell was formed, and countless small courtyards of great masters perished due to these killings.

Heavenly Prison has also been silent and silent, as if it didn't see these things happening under its nose.

Then, everyone understood: Master Jianzun just has nothing to do after Mahayana, and he is idle when he is idle, just to tease them.

However, the world of practice that had calmed down was split open in half by the sound of a thundering drum.