Chapter 3350 Lizhu Cave Heaven, Ning Yao Abandons the Sword

"Hey, I still can't kill you after all. Let's just call it a draw this time!"

Zhou Jue was the first to speak. He noticed that A Liang was already working hard. If he continued, although he could replace several throne demons, the gain would not be worth the loss, so he could only choose to retreat.

The Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain put down the mountain he was holding in his hand. Countless earth veins were connected to it, and the whole world shook. A bit of exhaustion flashed in his cloudy eyes, and crystal beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was breathing heavily. He stared at the young sword cultivator opposite him with a slight frown, and said in a deep voice with a fearful tone.

"I didn't expect that the sword cultivator lineage would have such an amazing existence like you. I'm afraid the other three worlds won't be able to tolerate you!"

The words of the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain are not nonsense. Except for Confucianism, which is kind to the sword cultivator lineage, the other two families are not friendly to the sword cultivator lineage. If it were not for the Holy Master and the Li Sheng who swore to guarantee the sword cultivator lineage, It had been destroyed long ago.

Even ten thousand years ago, Chen Qing asked Jiantuo Yueshan just to give the other two families an honest explanation, so he had to cut off his future and ruin his path to the fifteenth realm. For the first ten thousand years, all this can be passed down by the sword cultivator lineage.

"It's their business to tolerate me. Whether I can be tolerated by them depends on the sword in my hand!"

When Zhou Jue heard the words of the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, his expression did not change at all. The Weiyin Sword in his hand was filled with sword light, it was unparalleledly sharp and pierced the void. He said arrogantly.

The Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain sighed secretly, with this person here, the demon clan in the wild world may no longer have any hope of breaking through the Great Wall of Sword Qi and breaking into the vast world.

Zhou Jue's eyes fell on Tuoyue Mountain, which was one-third shorter. A trace of satisfaction flashed in his clear and bright eyes, and then turned into a rainbow light and rushed towards A Liang and the Twelve Thrones who were fighting fiercely. The sharp sword light struck one or three six-armed giants fiercely. The flesh was torn, and the bones were visible. The blood was dripping. They fell to the ground, stirring up a lot of dust.

The Fourth Throne, the Five Mountains, is physically extremely tyrannical. He once climbed onto the Great Wall of Sword Qi and resisted Chen Qingdu's sword. He ran away before he died. His defense was amazing. But now he was seriously injured by Zhou Jue's sword. His life and death are unknown. .

Seeing this scene, the other Eleven Thrones retreated one after another, looking warily at the young swordsman who appeared in front of A Liang. For a moment, they did not dare to move rashly.

"A-Liang, you're still too weak. These guys are actually forcing you to death, and you still want me to help you out!"

A Liang was not in good condition at this time. His hair was disheveled, his beard was unkempt, his sharp eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, without a trace of blood, his right hand holding the flying sword of his life was trembling slightly, and veins were bulging on the back of his hand. , the clothes on his body were full of bloodstains, both his own and those of the Great Demon of the Twelve Thrones. Although he was a pure swordsman in the Fourteenth Realm, he was unable to catch up with one enemy and he had reached his limit.

There was even a crack on A Liang's flying sword drinker sword, which shocked his realm, and he faintly fell to the fourteenth realm, which was extremely tragic.

"Pooh!"

Ah Liang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva, his pride not diminishing at all. He once again clenched the drinker in his hand, stared at the Eleventh Throne with stern eyes, and spoke loudly.

"You brat, I still need your help? Give me a little more time and I can kill all these beasts!"

Zhou Jue didn't give A Liang any face, he rolled his eyes with disdain and complained.

"Then you will die too!"

"What joy in life, nothing to fear in death!"

A Liang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he said without fear. The sword energy breathed out from the drinker in his hand was extremely condensed, and a murderous intent appeared, dispersing the dark clouds of evil energy in the sky.

"A few beasts are not as important as your life!"

As soon as Zhou Jue said this, A-Liang was very impressed and nodded in agreement. He, A-Liang, was the best swordsman in the world, how could he be compared to these great monsters in the wild world.

"Let's go, this battle is over!"

Zhou Jue's cold and stern eyes roamed on the faces of the throne demons who were about to make a move, frightening them, and then he continued to speak.

"What was the result?"

A Liang nodded slightly when he heard the words, and was very concerned about the final result of this battle. The great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain was an existence in the pseudo-fifteenth realm. Hedao Tuoyue Mountain occupied a favorable location and was the first person among the three ancestors.

"I cut off one-third of Tuoyue Mountain, which is enough to keep the wild world honest for a while!"

"Very good!"

A Liang showed a bright smile on his face and praised loudly. At the same time, he transformed into sword light and flew towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi with Zhou Jue.

Upon hearing this, all the throne demons were startled. They quickly looked back and saw that the majestic and majestic mountain had indeed been damaged by a third. The last trace of murderous intent dissipated and allowed the two sword cultivators to leave without taking any action to stop them.

At the highest point of the southern city wall of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Qingdu was sitting on the edge of the city. There was a hint of worry on his old face. A sword energy in his body was pointed at the wild world, as if he was waiting for some kind of opportunity.

Suddenly, two rays of sword light passed through the sky and landed on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The figures of Zhou Jue and A Liang appeared. Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed the extremely pure sword qi. He quickly spoke. asked.

"How was this battle?"

"It's hard to tell the winner. We just cut off one-third of Tuoyue Mountain!"

Zhou Jue's clear eyes showed a bit of exhaustion, his clothes were in tatters, and his tone was a bit dissatisfied.

"The Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain is like an old tortoise in the wild world. The shell is too hard and cannot be cut!"

When Chen Qingdu heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. The Great Patriarch of Tuoyue Mountain was only half a step into the fifteenth realm, and he had a geographical advantage. Zhou Jue also cut off one third of Tuoyue Mountain. This level of combat power was simply terrifying. Even more powerful than in his prime.

"Under the fifteenth level, you can be called invincible!"

Zhou Jue shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, looking indifferent. The first person under the fifteenth realm had no attraction at all to him. He turned his eyes and looked at A Liang, whose aura was fluctuating, and frowned.

"Your natal flying sword is damaged, I'm afraid you will fall into the thirteenth realm, which will be a bit troublesome!"

At this time, A Liang had already put away his natal flying sword, holding the silver-white gourd in his hand, looking up and drinking, not caring at all about the decline of his realm.

"All the sages in ancient times were lonely, only the drinkers left their names! It's just that they have fallen down a level, it's no big deal!"

"With my qualifications, Aliang, it is inevitable to return to the Fourteenth Realm!"

"That's true!"

Zhou Jue nodded, reached out and snatched the silver-white gourd from A-Liang, and the clear wine flowed into his mouth. The strong wine burned his throat, but it was not as hot as the blood in his heart.

Zhou Jue drank all the wine, and then threw the silver-white gourd to the dissatisfied Aliang. His eyes moved towards the city to the north, but he did not find the familiar figure. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look The boss, Sword Immortal, said coldly.

"Where's Ning Yao?"

Chen Qing felt an astonishing murderous intent, a dignified look appeared on his face, and he quickly explained.

"That girl went to Lizhu Cave and wanted to find Ruan Qiong to make a flying sword suitable for her!"

Ruan Qiong was born in the Fengxue Temple of Baopingzhou and was the last saint in Lizhu Cave Heaven to command all directions. He is a military strategist, a sword cultivator in the Jade Purity Realm, and a swordsmith. He possesses twin swords of wind and thunder. His sword can travel three thousand miles, and is protected by the Yin God. He aims to forge living swords, create living beings, and pursue the great path.

Ruan Qiong was forced to demote Li Zhudongtian and fight for the secret of heaven for his daughter Ruan Xiu for sixty years. He established regulations to prohibit monks from flying in the sky to protect the tranquility of the cave. Later, he rented the top of Shenxiu Mountain and founded the Longquan Sword Sect. The sword was inherited and the dream of the spiritual sword blossomed here.

"Li Zhudongtian?"

Zhou Jue's expression changed slightly, and countless secrets of swordsmanship appeared in his eyes. He thought of the small town boy Chen Ping'an, the Confucian saint Qi Jingchun, and the white jade Jingsan master Lu Chen.

"Lu Chen, how dare you plot against my junior sister, so what if she is Dao Ancestor's most beloved disciple?"

In the original trajectory of Jian Lai, Lu Chen secretly tied a marriage line for Ning Yao and Chen Pingan. Later, although Ning Yao asked Chen Qing to cut off this marriage line, he already had a deep love for Chen Pingan. came together.

"I still have something to do, let's go first!"

Zhou Jue turned his body into a sword, and a bright and shining sword light passed through the sky above the Jianqi Great Wall, passed by Daoxuan Mountain, and headed for Lizhu Cave.

Lizhu Cave Heaven originated from the burial place of the last real dragon in Chen Qingliu's dragon-slaying battle three thousand years ago. Part of the real dragon's soul was turned into Lizhu and imprisoned in the Suolongjing, thus forming this unique small world.

Lizhu Cave has great luck, and most of the children born in the town are gifted. However, it is extremely difficult to practice cultivation in this cave. It is only opened to the public every once in a while, and saints from the three religions take turns to take charge.

There is an archway building in the small town of Lizhu Cave. There are four plaques hanging on it, which are dignified and solemn. Three of them are written in regular script. The large characters on the last plaque are written in Xing Kai script. The charm of it is almost wanton.

"An angry bullfight!"

A girl in black clothes wears a hood, her face is obscured by gauze, she has a well-proportioned figure, neither slender nor plump. She has a long sword with a snow-white sheath and a narrow knife with a green sheath hanging on her waist, standing Under this plaque, she crossed her arms across her chest and raised her head. She seemed to particularly appreciate this plaque, and her body exuded a wanton and sharp edge, like a fairy sword without a scabbard.

A Confucian scholar with frosty sideburns brought a young man in green shirt to the downstairs of this archway. He was the most knowledgeable teacher in the town. His face was a little haggard, his temperament was gentle and elegant, and he was somewhat depressed. He looked at the girl in black with a smile and coughed lightly.

The young man admired her, and the young man behind the Confucian scholar stared at the girl infatuatedly, not hiding his love at all, and was dumbfounded.

Seeing this scene, the Confucian scholar shook his head helplessly, patted the young man on the shoulder, and reminded him.

"Zhao Yao, it's time for you to go back to school and move your things home."

The young man blushed, lowered his head, and followed the Confucian scholar back to the school.

Seeing this, the girl in the night secretly loosened her fingers that were tightly holding the handle of the knife, frowned slightly and looked at the back of the Confucian scholar, with a look of curiosity on her face.

In the distance, the Confucian scholar stopped, turned to look at the young man behind him, and said with a smile.

"Zhao Yao, sir, I saved your life. Don't stare at other girls so rudely in the future!"

"Whenever you see her in the future, you must take a detour!"

"Sir, why is this?"

The young man in green shirt had a look of confusion on his face, and looked at the teacher from the private school, sincerely asking for advice.

"She is so sharp that she is destined to be an unsheathed sword."

Qi Jingchun frowned slightly, looked at the girl under the plaque, and said thoughtfully.

"She is so sharp that she is destined to be an unsheathed sword."

The young man in green shirt hesitated to speak, as if he was unwilling to give up his first heartbeat.

Seeing this, Qi Jingchun chuckled, shook her head, and continued.

"Of course, if you just secretly like someone, Taoist Buddha can't stop you. Even our most disciplined scholar, our most holy teacher, only warned you not to say anything inappropriate, see nothing inappropriate, hear nothing inappropriate, and not polite. Don't move, I never said don't think of anything inappropriate."

The young man in green shirt was suddenly enlightened, a little excited and impulsively said loudly.

"Isn't it true that she doesn't smell evil? She smells very good!"

As soon as the words came out, the young man regretted it a little. The Confucian scholar also frowned with a headache. Feeling a little troublesome, he spoke.

"Zhao Yao, turn around!"

The young man in green shirt complied with the request of the Confucian scholar and turned his back to his husband. In the distance, downstairs of the archway, the girl suddenly turned her head with murderous intent.

The girl of the night first lowered her hands, pressing the thumbs of both hands on the hilt of the sword, and then started to run in small steps. After about four or five steps, her hands and feet suddenly exerted their strength, and the three-foot-long sword with the snow-white sheath, the green knife The slender and narrow sword was unsheathed first, and he moved forward diagonally. He jumped up from the ground, quickly grasped the sword with both hands, and without saying a word, chopped it down on the head!

The two arms stretched together, and two bright arc moons burst out, crossing the void and falling towards the Confucian scholar and the young man.

This is not a magical power or a magic technique, but a superb swordsmanship, highlighted by the word "quick", which is unrivaled in sharpness.

The Confucian scholar looked at ease, without any intention of evading. He just lightly stamped his foot, and a wave of ripples surged out.

The girl in black tightened her body and her murderous intent became even stronger. Her powerful sword failed and her body fell back to its original position. She frowned and stared at the two men with unkind eyes.

"Girl, my disciple's words have offended you, but the crime will not lead to death, so why do you have such murderous intentions!"

The girl sheathed the sword, held it with one hand, looked at the seemingly frail Confucian scholar solemnly, and said in a deep voice.

"What you think, that's your business, I don't care!"

The girl's momentum was as strong as a rainbow, her sharp edge was revealed, she would rather break than bend, she took a step forward, pointed the knife in her hand at the Confucian scholar, and said sternly.

"What I do is my business! You can take care of it."

Ning Yao's body rushed forward, and two small pits were exposed on the ground under his feet. He slashed out with a knife, shining with green light, ruthless and ruthless, and anything would be cut off by it.

The Confucian scholar put his left hand behind his back, made a fist with his right hand, and said with a smile.

"The martial art of a military master is fast but terrifying! It's a pity that you are here in this world. Even if ten land gods join forces to break the formation, it is just a small fly shaking a big tree, let alone you?"

Before she finished speaking, Ning Yao's figure reappeared in her original position, and the pit under her feet was clearly visible. Thought flashed in her big bright eyes, and she closed them slowly, sensing the external environment with her mind.

"Do you think you've been tricked?"

"This world is just a small world. Here, I am"

Ning Yao put his hands on the hilt of the sword again. On the hilt, an inexplicable aura filled the surroundings, and the light was distorted.

Qi Jingchun's expression changed slightly, she stopped what she was saying, and in a blink of an eye, she came to the girl's body, put two fingers of her right hand on the blade, and pinched it.

"Uh-huh!"

The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light was bright, and Lan Yao slashed at Qi Jingchun without any mercy.

Qi Jingchun took away the green sword, and instantly stepped back dozens of steps, avoiding the dazzling sword light, and said in a deep voice.

"What a domineering swordsmanship, who taught you?"

A ravine appeared in front of Qi Jingchun, extending to the girl's feet. It looked like it had been plowed out, and the ground was in a mess.

Ning Yao's right hand was bloody and bloody, and bright blood dripped to the ground. Her expression remained unchanged, as if she couldn't feel any pain. Her character was extremely determined, and she was worthy of being a sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Ning Yao did not take action again. She could clearly sense that the other party had suppressed his level to the same level as hers. It was because she was inferior in skill and was snatched away by the other party with bare hands.

"You don't need to compare with me, otherwise it will affect your state of mind. Martial arts and kendo are all about gradual progress, one step at a time, there is no rush!"

Qi Jingchun held the blade in her right hand, imitating the girl's tone just now, and continued.

"Whether you listen or not is your business! Whether you speak or not is my business!"

Ning Yao was silent for a moment and said in a hoarse voice.

"Been taught a lesson!"

Qi Jingchun saw that the girl of the night was not an arrogant and domineering person, and could reason with others, so she threw her right hand and said.

"Give the knife back to you!"

After saying that, Qi Jingchun's eyes fell on the long sword in the girl's hand. The sword trembled like a phoenix, with cold light overflowing and its sharp edge clearly visible.

"The quality of this sword is quite good, but it is still far from the top. It can only carry the weight of two words at most. Any more would be a bit reluctant. It's a pity that with your qualifications, you can't take all four Words, three words, are definitely more than enough!”

"Edict!"

Qi Jingchun sighed, raised her right hand, and shouted softly. Two dazzling lights flew out from the angry bullfighting plaque, shot twice in succession, and fell into the sword in the girl's hand.

Ning Yao felt two auras wandering like dragons in the sword body. She frowned slightly, sheathed the sword, flicked it with her hand, and inserted it into the ground, shaking slightly.

"It's a pity that this is not the swordsmanship I pursue!"

Ning Yao's eyes were firm and his sword was in the city. He directly abandoned the long sword, which shocked Qi Jingchun.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Do you know what kind of opportunity you gave up?"

Ning Yao looked at Qi Jingchun deeply, nodded slightly, then shook his head and said.

"I heard that every sixty years, a saint from the three religions would come here to preside over a large formation, and it has been three thousand years."

"Many cultivators came out after entering this place, either with rare treasures or with rapid progress in cultivation, so I came here to take a look!"

"Your identity is nothing more than a saint from the three religions. I don't know which senior you are, and I don't care!"

Qi Jingchun was surprised to hear this, and looked at the girl with interest and asked.

"In that case, why do you still want to give up the sword?"

"It's not what I want, I'd rather give it up than keep it!"

Ning Yao turned and left, the long sword kept trembling, making a whimpering sound like complaining, as if begging the girl to change her mind.

Qi Jingchun looked at this scene, waved his sleeves helplessly, and the long sword flew up and nailed into a high stone pillar of the memorial archway. If someone wanted to forcibly pull out the sword, it would inevitably alarm the Confucian saint sitting in the cave. (End of this chapter)