Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Jun Lintian felt the surging Qi in his body, as if it would never run out.

It took only eight days for this character card [Yue Buqun] to finish the countdown, from dark to bright, and you can experience it for three minutes.

Jun Lintian had kept it but hadn't used it, and now it came in handy.

The next character card is [Zhang Wuji], which will take twenty days to unlock.

Only three days have passed, and it will take seventeen more days!

Jun Lintian retracted his floating thoughts and looked at the opposite side.

Su Muyu's sword was trained from a pile of dead bodies. Every move was fierce, and he unconsciously brought a cold murderous intent.

The murderous intent spread all around, and it was icy and piercing. As Su Muyu swung the sword, the wind howled, as if an evil ghost was walking through.

If ordinary people saw it, they would probably be scared and unable to sleep at night.

Su Muyu saw the scene in front of him, but he smiled happily.

Only such an opponent would make him want to fight.

"The first move of the Soul-Destroying Sword Technique, ghosts and gods are all shocked!"

Su Muyu sang softly, as if preparing for a grand ceremony.

A sword full of coldness swept out, the sword light was cold and deep, as if it could freeze everything.

Wherever it passed along the way,

Everything became sticky and fell to the ground with a "bang~".

A sword came out, and the wind howled.

The shrill howling sound of the wind was extremely creepy, as if ghosts and gods were crying.

Jun Lintian's face was solemn, and three more swords were slashed out quickly.

Boom! Boom!!

The violent collision unfolded in an instant, and a deafening explosion broke out.

The strong energy aftermath surged and spread, bringing a fierce wind.

Most of the surrounding trees were broken, and even a layer of soil was scraped off the ground.

"The second move of the Soul-Destroying Technique, Ten Thousand Ghosts at Night!"

Su Muyu's voice was low and suppressed, just like an evil ghost from hell.

The black sword light cut through everything, and the black fog behind it surged and followed, as if there were really thousands of ghosts whistling by.

The sword was so fierce that even the night seemed to be darker.

Jun Lintian frowned and looked around, as dark as ink, even the bright sword light was suppressed.

"Follow the wind, the eighth sword, the wind sweeps away the clouds!"

Jun Lintian took a deep breath, shouted loudly, the true energy quickly surged out, the long sword trembled, and a ray of red light burst out.

Boom boom——

The violent collision sounded instantly, like a series of angry thunders, which was terrifying.

The huge true energy exploded in the air, colliding again and again, tearing apart the surrounding smoke, making the two figures appear looming.

Jun Lintian stood proudly, his robe fluttering, with a smile on his face.

"Nine swords merge into one, the wind fills the sky!"

Jun Lintian groaned as the sword fell.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, forcibly suppressing all the noise.

Su Muyu's expression became serious, and the sword in his hand made a defensive posture, just in case.

At the same time, his left hand moved slightly,

The seventeen "umbrella ribs" that had been shot out before began to vibrate and tremble around.

Although the sound was small, it was very penetrating, and it made people's eardrums hurt slightly, making people frown unconsciously.

In the sky, wisps of wind gradually appeared, covering all directions and everywhere.

These winds were like elves, jumping and dancing in the air, making clearer and clearer wind sounds.

But in Su Muyu's eyes, it was not a wisp of breeze, but a killing move driven by sword energy.

The wind penetrates everywhere.

The sword energy is everywhere.

Su Muyu couldn't help but marvel at such meticulous control of the sword energy.

At the same age as the other party, he was still working hard to stand out from a bunch of unknown killers.

What a talent that makes people jealous!

A sneer flashed across Su Muyu's mouth, but then he calmed down, and even the murderous aura that was emanating from his body dissipated in an instant.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Seventeen "umbrella ribs" broke through the air and returned, floating in front of Su Muyu, forming a special formation, and with a slight swing, they pushed away the nearby wind and sword energy.

Jun Lintian smiled leisurely and put his sword back into the sheath.

After Su Muyu showed a corner of the "Eighteen Sword Formation", he saw Jun Lintian's actions and shook his head slightly, but still put it back.

This kid!

So confident, do you think I will definitely stop?

Su Muyu thought to himself and became more interested in Jun Lintian.

With a raised corner of his mouth, he whispered to the funeral master beside him.

"Let's go~"

"Really not going to do it?"

As he turned to leave, the funeral master asked curiously.

"His strength is far more than what it seems..." Su Muyu said calmly, with a smile on his face.

"Last time, didn't you say that Dark River should be trustworthy in order to improve its image... So, we should keep our word!"

Upon hearing this, the funeral master shrugged, indifferentsaid.

"I'll listen to you~"

Jun Lintian watched the two figures slowly disappear, and suddenly shouted:

"Su Muyu, remember, it's the Nine Swords of Suifeng that are blocking you!"

In the distance, a back figure almost slipped, and then quickly disappeared into the night, completely disappearing.

"This mouth must have been learned from Master Zhuo Mo~"

A very low whisper dissipated in the night, and few people heard it.

Jun Lintian looked at the desolate night and suddenly smiled.

However, when he turned around and saw that the surrounding ten meters was already a mess, Jun Lintian couldn't laugh anymore.

"Where are our horses?"

Jun Lintian looked at Sikong Changfeng blankly. Sikong Changfeng hid behind a big tree and ran out at this moment.

"They are not stupid, of course they took the opportunity to run away."

Sikong Changfeng smiled as a matter of course, and took out the hand behind his back, which was the roasted rabbit that he had not finished eating.

"Hehe~ The food is still here, let's take a break after we finish eating."

Sikong Changfeng tore the roasted rabbit rudely, and the two of them took half each.

Jun Lintian sighed, grabbed the roasted rabbit, and bit it viciously.

It seems that before buying a new tool for traveling, the two of them can only walk on their legs.

"The character experience is over!"

"Start to randomly draw rewards..."

"Congratulations on getting a [Shaolin Da Huan Dan]."

"Congratulations on getting [Yangwu Sword Technique]."

No one spoke that night.

It was noon, and the sun was high.

A dilapidated carriage was moving slowly on the road.

Two flags were erected on the carriage.

On the left was written: The No. 1 Tavern in the World

On the right was written: Donggui

The driver could not be Jun Lintian.

With his lazy temperament, he was lying on the top of the carriage at this moment, basking in the lazy sunshine and enjoying the scenery along the way.

Sikong Changfeng was not idle either. He let the old horse go forward by itself, and he stood in front of the carriage, waving his gun and shooting again and again.

Although the carriage was shabby, it was still the two of them who walked for a long time and went to a small town. It took a lot of effort to find it.

The old horse walked leisurely on the road, the horse's hooves clattered.

In a blink of an eye, a day passed.

Sikong Changfeng's gun shooting speed increased to nineteen shots in an instant.

At night.

Jun Lintian took out the wine gourd, put the Da Huan Dan in it, and took a sip.

"Come on, the autumn wind is cool at night, drink some wine to warm your body."

Sikong Changfeng took a few sips and shook his head and sighed.

"Compared with the wine brewed by Young Master Baili, it is much worse!"

Jun Lintian rolled his eyes at him and smiled, "How good do you think the wine in ordinary towns is."

The wine brewed by Baili Dongjun is not only about the skills, but also the materials, which are not comparable to ordinary people.

The two of us took a bite each, and gradually the night deepened.