Chapter 388 The Way to Get Drunk!
"Hu~!"
He spit out a mouthful of turbid wine, and the drops of wine were turbid and seemed like the endless river falling from the sky. Every drop of wine was wrapped with the great way of wine, which made people intoxicated, forgetting everything and themselves, and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
"Buzz!"
The vision in front of Chu Xun instantly turned into a surging river falling from the sky. The surging waves carried the power of the world, which made Chu Xun intoxicated at a glance. Even if a trace of vigilance was awakened in the depths of his heart, it was instantly suppressed by other artistic conception. His mind was like coming to the quiet Sutra Pavilion, sitting cross-legged and reading books there quietly.
"Ride the sword and ride the wind,"
"Subdue the demons between heaven and earth."
As Lang Lang's voice was transmitted into his mind, the confused mind was instantly awakened, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an endless and surging sword river surging, which was no less domineering than the sword intent of the river!
"I'm in trouble!" Chu Xun's mind was filled with awe, and he raised his hand and swept a sword through the air, but in his heart he still didn't know whether the artistic conception contained in the turbid wine that the Drunken Sword Immortal had just sprayed was an illusion.
He had experienced this.
The feeling was completely different.
This illusion.
Too realistic.
It made people obsessed and intoxicated.
"Zheng!"
A blue lotus bloomed and bloomed in front of him to resist the surging sword energy.
The Drunken Sword Immortal raised his head and drank a sip of wine, laughing with a drunken look on his face:
"The water of the river comes from the sky,"
"It flows to the sea and never returns!"
Another heroic sword swept over, and he felt that his chest was filled with clouds, and endless boldness spread from his heart. The Drunken Sword Immortal made several swords in succession, each more bold and domineering than the other, and several swords in succession actually caused some cracks in the blue lotus protecting him in front of him.
"The great roc rises with the wind one day!"
"Soaring up to 90,000 miles!"
The Drunken Sword Immortal held wine in one hand and swung the sword in the other, and endless sword energy gushed out. A blooming green lotus could not resist such a domineering sword energy. Chu Xun's eyes were also filled with a gleam of brilliance, and he murmured: "Move the sword!"
"Zheng!"
Inside the green lotus.
A small sword was enshrined.
This is the essence of the green lotus sword energy. After absorbing the sword energy of countless sages in Jianzhou and being nurtured, it has long become extraordinary. But when the sword was moved, Chu Xun still asked: "What was that sword just now?"
"Shhh!"
Accompanied by the sword light.
The Drunken Sword Immortal drank generously.
Laughing loudly, he said, "The Way of Wine!"
"The Way of Intoxication!"
"The Way of Fine Wine!"
"The Way is in Fine Wine!"
"Hahaha!"
He laughed heartily, not caring at all about the consequences of using this small sword. He walked drunkenly while swinging out the initial sword intent, blending the Way of Wine into it, making the surroundings filled with the fragrance of wine. But Chu Xun had been alert, his mind was clear, and he stabbed with the sword!
"Zheng!"
The small sword whistled.
It was as powerful as a bamboo breaking.
Destroy the Drunken Sword Immortal!
Pop!
49th level!
Cleared!
But Chu Xun did not feel any joy, but was recalling the actions of the Drunken Sword Immortal. The Way of Intoxication could actually condense into the Great Saint Way Fruit, and it also had such power, and it was an illusion that was better than an illusion. If the Drunken Sword Immortal had already made people intoxicated and confused, and someone else assisted him, wouldn't it be terrifyingly powerful?
Even without the help of others, he could still be ranked among the top 15 of the Saints List with his surging sword spirit and the fruit of wine. It's a pity that I don't know how the Sword Tower created such a person!
"Boom!"
Fiftieth floor!
...
...
Outside world.
Ranking of the Saints List.
13!
12!
11!
Chu Xun's ranking suddenly soared and even pushed Cao Chong, the leader of the Wulin League, down. This made Cao Chong look surprised and surprised, with a sigh in his eyes. He felt that Chu Xun was very strong that day and was not sure to defeat him, but he never thought that he was so strong that he was already ranked... eleventh.
Eleventh.
It was actually eleventh.
These passers-by and those forces that placed bets all opened their eyes wide, especially Chu Xun's pushing Wulin Alliance Leader Cao down one place, which surprised countless people to the extreme. No one could have expected such a result. Although Chu Xun was the goalkeeper at the end of the Saint List, everyone thought that his strength was limited.
But at this moment.
It overturned their cognition.
A dark horse.
More wild than expected!
Darker!
Eleventh on the Saint List!
Chu Xun!
The few words floating on the Saint List were so bright and dazzling that even the Qin Dynasty's Zhennan General's pupils became colder and his eyes were gloomy. This thing that was not eliminated in the Wasteland State that day eventually became a disaster. He said coldly: "Send a message to the Great Saint Zhenwu and ask him to come quickly. If he is not dealt with, he will be finished. Don't blame me for not reminding him!"
Now he is almost in the top ten of the Saint List.
Let it settle for a while.
Even the Great Saint Zhenwu dares to say that he can kill him for sure?
…
Inside the Sword Tower.
50th floor.
Just as Chu Xun had gathered his thoughts, he saw a strange man in front of him. He was wearing coarse linen clothes and carrying a long sword on his back. His expression was dull. If he walked on the street, no one would notice this inconspicuous little swordsman.
“Zheng!”
He was as taciturn as his appearance. He didn’t say much. He pulled the scabbard behind him, and a bright sword light spread out, and then slashed directly at Chu Xun!
“Kacha!”
“Kacha!”
Green Lotus Sword Intention.
Cracked!
And the other party.
Only used one sword!
"Stronger!" Chu Xun's eyes were solemn, and he also vaguely realized that it might be impossible to continue to rush to the next level with just the sword. The swordsmen who were gradually revealed not only had their own personalities, but the swords in their hands were also sharp and terrifying.
"Zheng!"
The second sword was swung!
It was ordinary.
No moves.
No artistic conception.
It was just a pure sword.
But this sword was slashed.
But it was more powerful than the previous one!
"Clang!"
The ancient little sword in the center of the blue lotus was also sacrificed immediately. If it was a duel with the Drunken Sword Immortal, this little sword could instantly kill the Drunken Sword Immortal, but when it came to the swordsman in front of him, he found that he could do nothing.
"Zheng!"
The third sword came!
The ancient little sword.
It actually seemed to be defeated.
"Block!"
The fourth sword!
The fifth sword!
The sixth sword!
"What kind of trick is this!" Even Chu Xun felt his scalp tingling. He had fought with many swordsmen and had also experienced the sword skills of many sword masters in the holy land of Jianzhou, but he had never encountered such a strange player. At first, his explosive fighting power might be comparable to his own, but then one sword was stronger than another, and one sword was stronger than another. This was too evil!
In the Tianji Pavilion, the middle-aged men in blue Taoist robes watched the battle with serious expressions and whispered: "The hemp-clothed swordsman, his sword is the purest and most ordinary, without any artistic conception and moves; but one sword beats another, he is the supreme genius of Jianzhou. When they fought in the Sword Tower, his moves were also copied by the Sword Tower and turned into one of the levels!"
Some young people were surprised and said: "The hemp-clothed swordsman, I have heard of him, his sword is very pure, when a quasi-emperor asked him about the sword, he answered that every sword is his peak sword, and I, just need to make sure that every sword is the strongest in my life, and the next sword is better than the previous one!"
It seems nonsensical.
He fought to the extreme.
He only believed.
This sword is out.
It is my strongest sword.
Better than any previous sword.
With this idea, he walked out of a new path, while the masters in the Tianji Pavilion sat upright and said: "Are you finally going to force out his other means?"
