Chapter 3343: I owe you a bottle of wine, sword swing

Aliang drank the wine in frustration, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, showed a helpless smile, and sighed.

"It's really fucking weird! If it was anyone else, I would definitely let him see the 18 stops of sword energy. Only you kid drank my wine and scolded me, and I actually thought it was right!"

"Damn it, I think so too! Although you look like a dog from a distance, you are still a human being when you look closely!"

Zhou Jue's words of praise for Aliang were not really nice, but they touched Aliang's heart, making people sigh that birds of a feather flock together.

Zhou Jue and Aliang are essentially the same kind of people, talented, superior qualifications, lazy, extremely thick-skinned, and not worthy of being a son of man!

"Hualala!"

The clear and cold wine splashed white foam in the black porcelain bowl, and the mellow aroma of wine filled the nostrils of the two. The two laughed and scolded, talking about everything. The five worlds were nothing more than that in their mouths.

Fortunately, no one would take the words of the two drunkards seriously. After all, most of the guests in this kind of tavern are like this. Their cultivation is not high. Many of them are obviously only in the lower five realms and the middle five realms, but they like to talk big and boast. The upper five realms of the wild world are a piece of cake in their mouths, and they can be killed at will.

After three rounds of wine, the sun has risen to the center, bright and dazzling, shining through the window and shining on Zhou Jue. He squinted his eyes slightly, feeling a little dazzling, then put down the black porcelain bowl in his hand, looked up at the slightly drunk Aliang, and said in a deep voice.

"Tomorrow I will go to the Sword Qi Great Wall and deliver the sword to the demon clan!"

Aliang paused for a moment after hearing this, and then drank the Shaodaozi in the black porcelain bowl. The burning sensation spread from his throat to his stomach. He looked normal, without any emotional changes, and said with a smile.

"Okay, you have already reached the fifth level of cultivation, and you are qualified to step onto the Sword Qi Great Wall to kill those demon cubs in the wild world!"

Aliang stood up, raised the wine jar with his right hand, and personally filled Zhou Jue with wine. His expression was more upright than ever before. He raised the wine bowl in front of him and said to him.

"I toast you, and wish you to kill all the enemies tomorrow and return victorious!"

"When you come back, I will celebrate for you!"

Zhou Jue smiled, picked up the black porcelain bowl without any hesitation, and drank it all. The wine seeped out from the corner of his mouth and wet his clothes. The friendship between men does not need to be said, it is all in the wine.

"Then I want to drink Yubingshao, you can't fool me with a burning knife!"

"No problem!"

Aliang laughed loudly and agreed to Zhou Jue's request very readily, but a bright light flashed in his slightly drunk eyes, and there was a faint sharpness.

"It's a deal!"

Zhou Jue stretched out his right hand, with five slender fingers, white and smooth, and the finger joints were not obvious, like green onions. This hand is naturally suitable for holding a sword, tight and stable.

"Snap!"

Aliang raised his left hand and clapped hands with Zhou Jue, making a crisp sound. A husband's words are unchangeable!

The next day, a ray of orange light broke the cover of the night and slowly rose from the horizon. Gradually, the sky became brighter, and a red sun crossed the sky, and thousands of rays of light shot out, shining on the sword-like Great Wall, dazzling and brilliant.

Zhou Jue rarely stayed in bed. He got up early and came to the gate of Ning Mansion from the alley. A hunchbacked old steward stood between two stone lions, his face full of wrinkles, exuding a decadent and old aura, waiting for his arrival.

"Grandpa Nalan, why did you come out?"

Zhou Jue showed a bit of surprise on his face. This old steward was an old servant of Ning Mansion, named Nalan Yexing, who was once one of the most skilled sword immortals in the Sword Qi Great Wall who was good at concealed assassination. Although he was seriously injured and his life infant was half destroyed, causing his soul to decay now, his combat power was still equivalent to that of a sword cultivator in the Jade Pu realm. If he was targeted by him in the dark, he could be regarded as a sword cultivator in the Immortal realm.

"Master Zhou Jue, you are going to the Sword Qi Great Wall today, I am here to open the door for you!"

Nalan Yexing smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched out. Under Zhou Jue's surprised gaze, he walked to the front door, stretched out his still smooth palms, slowly pushed open the door, then looked sideways at Zhou Jue and gestured to him.

"Master Zhou Jue, please!"

Zhou Jue felt a warm current in his heart. He was Ning Heng's disciple, and he had always entered and exited Ning Mansion from the side door. This was the first time that Ning Mansion opened the main door for him.

Zhou Jue took a deep breath, put away the lazy expression on his face, and looked extremely serious and solemn. He straightened his back, like a sword out of its sheath, showing its sharp edge, and stepped into Ning Mansion from the main door.

When the old steward saw this scene, a trace of relief flashed in his yellow and turbid eyes. This disciple of his master was a good boy and understood his master's painstaking efforts and intentions.

In the main hall, Zhou Jue bowed and clasped his fists to Ning Heng and Yao Ying, speaking in a serious tone that he had never used before.

"Disciple Zhou Jue, I am sending a sword to the demon tribe today, please allow me, Master and Master's Wife!"

Ning Heng first looked at Yao Ying, a hint of satisfaction flashed across his face, then he looked at the spirited young man in the hall with a serious look, and slowly spoke.

"Yes!"

Ning Heng stood up, and his right hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the Dogwood Immortal Sword at his waist. A terrifying sharp edge pierced through his body and rushed straight into the sky, attracting the attention of masters inside and outside the Sword Qi Great Wall.

In the tavern in the city, all the guests had left. A Liang had been drinking all night. There were messy wine jars at his feet. He was so drunk that his body lay limply on the table. He felt this sharp edge and felt powerless. He raised his head, his eyes were bleary, and he was mumbling.

"That boy is about to set foot on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Drink to your heart's content!"

After saying that, A Liang groped with his right hand on the ground, grabbed an open jar of Shao Knife, and brought it to his mouth. The clear wine flowed out and poured into his mouth. The strong wine entered his throat, blood surged, and a sword The air rushed into the sky, scattering thousands of miles of white clouds.

Zhou Jue followed Ning Heng and walked up the scarred stairs. Feeling the tragic aura contained in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, his bright eyes flashed with cold light, and a murderous intention rose from the bottom of his heart. He held the hand with his slender white palm. Ning Heng couldn't help but look back at the bamboo sword at his waist, and a sword intent overflowed from it, secretly surprised in his heart.

"Jue'er's sword intention is so pure. She will definitely be able to produce the best golden elixir in the future. Sword Immortal has hope!"

Within Zhou Jue's Qi Sea, a wisp of extremely condensed sword Qi surged out, flowing along the meridians, ready to move. The evil energy accumulated in the masonry of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was attracted by it and surrounded the whole body, giving people a cold and violent feeling.

Zhou Jue was walking on the city head near the south. He saw many interesting sword fairies along the way. There were sword fairies in colorful clothes walking. They had swords but did not wear them on their waists. The swords had no scabbards and extremely long sword tassels. One end is tied around the waist, and the long sword is dragged on the ground. The tip and blade of the sword rub against the ground at the top of the city. The sword energy is flowing and is clearly visible. People want to see more, but they dare not see more.

Zhou Jue and the other two walked towards the higher ground of the city. Ning Heng stopped, turned to look at his disciple, and said with a smile.

"In this Great Wall of Sword Qi, whether it is high or not depends on the sword."

"You can take a closer look. The grace of the Sword Immortal is a rare sight in the world. The Sword Immortals will not blame you!"

Zhou Jue nodded slightly and looked at the swordsman in colorful clothes who was bowing his head in thought. His nose twitched slightly and he smelled the strong smell of blood from the other person.

As the Great Sword Immortal of the Great Sword Qi Wall and a Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator, Ning Heng naturally knew this person’s abilities. Wu Chengpei, a bottleneck sword cultivator at the Jade Pu Realm, had a flying sword named Ganlu. Swordsmanship was the most suitable for the final battle. The reason was simple. There is a lot of blood on the ground.

Wu Chengpei has a withdrawn personality and looks young, but in fact he is very old. A Taoist monk once had his head crushed by a demon with his hands, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the woman's soul alive. The big demon was later seriously injured on the battlefield, so he hid in a cave in the hinterland of the wild world to recuperate, unable to hide, and never wanted to appear on the battlefield again.

Wu Chengpei once had to live alone all his life, or die meaninglessly. The two choices were the Zhongtian people. Fortunately, the big demon was killed by someone, and his head was thrown at Wu Chengpei's feet. The man only smiled and said to Wu Chengpei, Drop by and buy me a drink.

Zhou Jue withdrew his gaze and continued to follow Ning Heng. He met a swordsman who seemed to be fighting with someone with his sword. The old man had his back to the south and facing north. He was sitting cross-legged, drinking wine and holding a sword in one hand. tactic.

Between the north and south city walls, there was a lightning-like sword light that stretched across the city. The sword light was brilliant and sparks flew everywhere. Lightning kept hitting the horse walk at the city head, like thousands of spiritual snakes swimming around, before finally disappearing into the grass and disappearing.

"You know the rules here? If you have wine, you can pass by. Otherwise, you can rely on your swordsmanship to defeat me, or use your sword to go out of the city and take a detour."

The old man suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze was like a sword, which made all the hair on Zhou Jue's body stand up, arousing goose bumps, and said with a smile.

When Zhou Jue heard this, he chuckled and took off a silver-white wine gourd from his waist. It was about the size of a palm and rubbed until it was smooth and shiny. This was what A Liang temporarily lent to him yesterday. He laughed and said that there is no way to fight with a sword without wine.

The silver-white wine gourd drew an arc in the air and landed in the old man's hand. Only then did Zhou Jue speak.

"You are only allowed to take a sip. Today I will send a sword to the demon tribe. The burning knife in this gourd was prepared for me by a friend!"

The old man took the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip, then stopped and hesitated for a moment, then threw the silver-white wine gourd back and said thoughtfully.

"Boy, I'll let you go first this time. Remember that you owe me a bottle of wine. Don't lie!"

The meaning of the old man's words was to let Zhou Jue come back safely and not to fall on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. He drank Zhou Jue's Shao Dao and let him go even if it was just a sip. The hand holding the sword secret was slightly raised, like an immortal. Carrying the long river in his hand, he lifted up the sword energy blocking the road.

"Don't worry, I will bring you a jar of burning knives next time I come!"

Zhou Jue hung the wine gourd on his waist again and walked past the old man. Ning Heng did not speak from the beginning to the end, allowing his disciple to communicate with the old man.

The old man's name is Zhao Gezhen. The person sitting on the northern city wall confronting Zhao Gezhen is actually Cheng Quan, a Nascent Soul sword cultivator who has fallen from the Jade Pu realm. The two sides are mortal enemies.

In addition to today, when Zhao Geyi and Cheng Quan clashed with each other with their swords, the two old men who were born in the same shabby alley would also exchange curses across a horse path. It is said that they drank in private. Drinks and even spitting at each other.

Zhou Jue saw all kinds of sword cultivators along the way, some with magnificent temperaments and roaring sword auras like surging rivers, some with extreme personalities, vicious sword auras and gloomy auras, with various scenery.

Walking and stopping along the way, the scenery was endless. The top of the city was already in the sky. The strong wind blew so hard that Zhou Jue's clothes were fluttering and his black hair was flying. Only his tall and straight figure remained motionless, like an ancient pine.

Zhou Jue saw a strange female sword fairy, swinging on the top of the city. This swing was very interesting. There were only two ropes high into the sky and a wooden board on which the female sword fairy was sitting. The swing had no frame. , but it seems like it can go on like this forever.

The female sword fairy is named Zhou Cheng. She has beautiful appearance and white and tender skin. She is like a cold palace fairy, cold and ethereal, but she seems to have been immersed in her own heart and turned a deaf ear to all changes in the outside world.

Zhou Cheng has been gifted since he was a child. He entered the Upper Five Realms at a young age and was deeply loved by his master. Later, he went with his master to the Great Sword Qi Wall to slay demons. During a deadly battle in the city, he was surrounded by monsters. His master In order to protect her and return to the city safely, everyone died in front of her. From then on, she was the only one left in the division.

Later, in order to avenge her master's sect, she went to the hinterland of the demon clan to fight with one person and one sword. At the time of crisis, a demon youth from Haoran World protected her in front of her and blocked all harm for her. It turned out that this demon youth was born in Haoran, he just came here to see the wild world known as his hometown, but he never expected to lose his life for others.

After Zhou Cheng returned to the Great Sword Qi Wall, he no longer wanted to talk to others. He only asked Ying to guard a city wall. From then on, she never went down to the top of the city. The sword energy on the wall was turned into a swing. According to the saying in the city north of the Great Sword Qi Wall, this A female Sword Immortal has long lost her mind and gone crazy. She has been swinging on the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall all year round. Whenever there is a battle between offense and defense, she never takes the initiative to go out of the city to kill the enemy. She just sticks to the swing and does not allow any monsters. Anyone who comes within a hundred feet of the swing will die. As for the people on the Sword Qi Great Wall, whether they are sword immortals, sword cultivators or playful children, Zhou Cheng never pays attention to her as long as they don't disturb her.

Later, Pei Qian followed Chen Pingan to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Zhou Cheng felt that he was destined to be with Pei Qian, so he handed over the inheritance of his master to Pei Qian. From then on, he no longer had any worries. When the wild world invaded the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Zhou Cheng died calmly. There was no point in living after leaving his last words, so just watch. After that, the swing was never seen again on the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The sword immortals of the Great Sword Qi Wall always act so inexplicably. There is no reason, no reason, and no one finds it strange.

Zhou Jue withdrew his gaze from the tragic female Sword Immortal God, with an extremely calm expression. He looked towards the south and saw no big monster in the wild world as far as he could see.

Zhou Jue was not surprised either. The old swordsman and the great swordsman on the Great Sword Qi Wall had swords that stretched across thousands of miles, far farther than his eyes could see. All the monsters within the range of the flying swords were killed. .

Ning Heng stood on the top of the city, the strong wind rolled up the corners of his clothes, and the white robe clung to his body, making a hunting sound. He turned his back to Zhou Jue and spoke.

"Jue'er, the demon clan is thousands of miles away. Today you send a sword to the wild demon clan, and I will help you!"

Before he finished speaking, the dogwood on Ning Heng's waist suddenly unsheathed, and the bright sword light shot into the sky, wrapped around Zhou Jue's body, and shot towards the wild world thousands of miles south of the Great Sword Qi Wall.

After the sword light dissipated, Zhou Jue put his feet on the ground and looked around. It was desolate and silent, with few spiritual ideas. This was a wild and desolate place where it was difficult to practice. No wonder the demon clan wanted to break out of this world and go to the vast world.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"

A series of violent roars came from Zhou Jue's ears, creating a terrifying atmosphere. His expression moved slightly, his eyes looked into the distance, and his figure was like a sharp arrow, heading straight towards the direction of the sound. go.

After a moment, a figure several feet tall came into Zhou Jue's eyes. It was a wolf demon with steel bones, scarlet eyes, and ferocious fangs. The whole body was filled with a ghastly black aura. There were saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth, and it had an extremely fishy odor. , his eyes seemed to be cannibalistic, terrifying and ferocious, staring at the weak Zhou Jue.

"roar!"

The wolf demon roared loudly, and the fishy wind suddenly rose, blowing towards Zhou Jue. He couldn't help but frown, with a look of disgust on his face. He held the hilt of the bamboo sword with his right hand and slowly pulled it out. A cold light flashed around him. The shape instantly appeared under the wolf demon.

The sword light was like a streak, passing through the wolf demon's chest and abdomen. A flash of bright red appeared, and Zhou Jue's figure had appeared strangely behind the wolf demon.

"boom!"

The huge monster body hit the ground, shaking slightly. The body was divided into two, very neatly, and blood flowed, dyeing the dead land under its feet red, bringing a bit of life to it.

"The demon clan in the sixth realm is still too weak and vulnerable!"

Zhou Jue inserted the bamboo sword into his waist and continued to go deeper into the wild world without looking back. However, a wolf demon in the cave realm was not worth stopping.

Although Zhou Jue's cultivation level is only the sixth level, the Cave Mansion Realm, his swordsmanship is very powerful. Generally speaking, he fights beyond the level. The strength of the swordsmanship in the sixth level is not weaker than that of the seventh level, Guanhai Realm. And Zhou Jue is even more special. After many lifetimes, he has gained wisdom and is extremely talented, comparable to the eighth realm, the Dragon Gate realm.

"I go up to the tower and view all the rivers, and the sea falls into my arms!"

The seventh level, the sea-viewing state, can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to expand the human body's meridians and feed back the physical body. Therefore, monks can extend their life to a hundred years.

The eighth realm, the Dragon Gate Realm, the spiritual energy absorbed into the body by the monks will be deposited in the Qi Sea. In this realm, the spiritual energy in the Qi Sea needs to flow backwards, like a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate.

Zhou Jue sent the sword this time, and he fought across a thousand miles in the wild world. After hundreds of battles, he killed fifty-two monsters from the fifth realm. Among them, he also encountered danger and was chased by a big monster from the tenth realm. Killed, almost robbed.

Even Ning Heng, who was secretly protecting the law, couldn't help but take action. Fortunately, Zhou Jue broke through and entered the seventh realm of sea-viewing. Although he was still defeated by the tenth realm demon, he was able to struggle and retreat calmly.

A month had passed in a flash. Zhou Jue looked grim. The patched linen shirt on his body could no longer be seen in its original state. It was dark red and smelled of blood. He, who had a slight mysophobia, could not help but frown and curse.

"Damn demons. They stained my clothes even after death. They are really sinful!"

What Zhou Jue said was unreasonable. He killed the demons and complained that their blood splashed on his clothes. It was too overbearing.

However, Zhou Jue was not a reasonable person, and sword cultivators were not reasonable people either. They only talked about the swords in their hands. If they won, they had reason, and if they lost, they had reason and they were unreasonable. There was nothing to be long-winded about. (End of this chapter)