Chapter 1603: A small test to shock the audience

Chapter 1603

"Shh!"

In the flat ground, there was a bright sword light, flashing in the air like lightning.

"Crack!"

After the sword flashed past, the gourd in front of the Drunken Immortal made a crisp sound and was actually split into two!

"Whoosh!"

A tremendous amount of energy poured out from the shattered wine jug, transforming into a thick flame that engulfed the surroundings.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The many guests watching were all very powerful, and when the Drunken Immortal was about to attack Chu Jing, they deliberately kept their distance to avoid being engulfed by the flames.

Otherwise many of them would be affected.

After just a few breaths.

The flames burning in the air were completely extinguished.

The guests saw the Wine Immortal squatting on the ground, holding the broken wine pot in his hands, his body trembling, his face full of grief: "My God, the wine pot!"

"this!"

The guests looked at each other in bewilderment.

For the wine immortal who loves wine, this Tiannianghu is not only a thing for drinking, but also a weapon for fighting, with the grade of a high-level Xuanxian weapon.

But now it has been chopped into pieces?

What's going on here?

Everyone subconsciously looked somewhere.

There.

Chu Jing was standing in front of the Drunken Immortal.

He had nothing in his hands, his hands were behind his back, and his face was calm, as if he had done nothing.

But the hearts of all the guests seemed to have stopped beating!

"This sword... could it be that this person was responsible?"

"How did he draw the sword? I didn't even see it clearly?"

"Is this person really responsible for such a swift and sharp sword?"

The next second, the guests were having a great time, looking at each other in surprise and exchanging their emotions.

A young man in brocade clothes and carrying a peach wood sword on his back became the focus of attention of other guests.

This person is Shiyu Xuanxian, originally the leader of a sect in another area governed by the Holy Son of Tianguang. He is also the only sword immortal among the 19 guests!

His attainments in swordsmanship were so impressive that even the arrogant guests were impressed.

Therefore, it is often best to ask him about matters related to the sword.

Shiyu Xuanxian said with a stern face: "He was the one who struck the sword. I could only vaguely see the shadow of his attack... I don't know the details."

"what!"

Now, the guests were even more surprised.

Even Shiyu Xuanxian couldn't see how Chu Jing's sword was moving!

Doesn't that mean that Chu Jing intended to cut them with this sword?

Each of them will be unable to resist and will be chopped into pieces like the wine jug?

Considering that Chu Jing can instantly smash a high-level Xuanxian weapon.

And their physical strength is definitely not comparable to that of the Tiannianghu.

Being killed by one sword is also very normal!

"Is this person actually so powerful?"

"What realm is he in? How can his sword skills be so terrifying?"

“No wonder the Holy Son of Tianguang is willing to give this person the qualification to enter the Dragon Transformation Pool. His strength… is indeed terrifying!”

Thinking of all these, countless guests gasped with mixed feelings.

"You damn thing destroyed my Heavenly Brewing Pot! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

On the other side, the Drunken Immortal stood up from the ground and rushed towards Chu Jing with an angry face.

The mysterious energy on his body surface transformed into three long flaming dragons, circling back and forth along his body.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Finally, long dragons of fire surged towards Chu Jing.

"Drunken Immortal! No!"

An old man in gorgeous clothes and holding a folding fan shouted to stop it.

He is the second oldest guest official, and is also a good friend of the oldest Drunken Immortal. He does not want to see the latter bring disgrace upon himself for no reason.

after all.

Chu Jingneng could smash the wine jug of the Drunken Immortal with one sword.

Why can't we cut off his body?

Chu Jing didn't do this just to give face to the Holy Son of Tianguang.

It’s a pity that only outsiders understand this truth.

The Drunken Immortal, who had lost his mind due to anger, did not understand.

He ignored the persuasion of those around him and continued to control the fire dragon to attack Chu Jing.

"Wow!"

Chu Jing raised his palm, and the mysterious energy turned into three water curtains in front of him. With the sound of "puff puff puff", he absorbed the three fire dragons one by one.

"He actually used the law of water to such an extent?"

"Not only is this person extremely skilled in the laws of swordsmanship, he also possesses extremely strong laws of water?"

This scene moved many people even more.

As the saying goes, an expert knows the way.

In fact, Chu Jing is not strong.

The guests knew the answer in their hearts from the sword strike just now.

And after witnessing Chu Jing's water curtain.

They also had a higher degree of recognition for Chu Jing in their hearts.

"You deserve to die!"

The fire dragon was destroyed, and the Drunken Immortal became even more angry, and still planned to attack Chu Jing relentlessly.

Chu Jing frowned even deeper. Did this old man really want to die?

That being the case...

Then there's no need to be polite!

Chu Jing's face turned slightly cold, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"stop!"

Just at this moment, a loud shout was heard.

The wine immortal stopped where he was, his face pale as he said, "Sir Saint!"

Chu Jing also looked to the side.

It turned out that the Holy Son of Tianguang had returned at some point, and his face no longer had the usual cynicism, but instead was serious.

"The Holy Son battlefield is about to begin, and you two still have the leisure to fight to the death in front of this Holy Son? If you want to die, this Holy Son will grant your wish!"

The voice of the Holy Son of Skylight was like thunder.

The Drunken Immortal's face turned even paler.

Chu Jingze frowned slightly, thinking that this matter had nothing to do with him.

It's just that this guy can't afford to play and won't give in.

But Chu Jing could also see it.

In front of outsiders, the Holy Son of Tianguang had to maintain his dignity, so he couldn't show himself too gentle an expression.

"Sir Saint, Chu Jing and the Drunken Immortal were just too deeply involved in the discussion and forgot to act. Please calm down."

The old man holding the folding fan came over to plead for mercy.

Several other guest officials also spoke up.

"Humph! For their sake, I'll spare both of you."

As the Son of Heavenly Light spoke, he glanced at the Hulu in the hands of the Drunken Immortal and said angrily, "It's just a broken gourd, but it makes you lose your mind like this. When you are on the battlefield and you are irritated by the enemy, won't you do something even more stupid?"

The next moment, he slapped out, but although he didn't hit the Drunken Immortal, the latter still flew out like a kite with a broken string. After falling to the ground, his cheeks were swollen and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Lord Saint, please spare my life! I was wrong!"

The drunken immortal, who had been in a state of madness just now, knelt on the ground with his head down, not daring to raise it.

"Hmph! Waste!"

The Holy Son of Tianguang cursed and threw something casually. A golden light flew out and landed in front of the Drunken Immortal. It turned out to be a wine gourd!

And judging from the aura, it is also at the level of a high-level Xuanxian weapon, and it looks better than the Drunken Immortal's original snoring!

"I am tired of playing with this wine jug anyway, so I am giving it to you, a piece of crap, so that you won't die on the battlefield without a weapon..."

The Holy Son of Tianguang said this coldly, and the Drunken Immortal cried as if he had been pardoned. He picked up the gourd and kowtowed repeatedly, thanking the Holy Son of Tianguang for his great kindness.

The other guests breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Saint Tianguang was planning to let the Drunken Immortal go, so the matter finally came to an end.

However, there were still people staring at Chu Jing with an expression of watching a show.

The Holy Son of Tianguang has punished the Drunken Immortal.

So will Chu Jing be punished as well?

These people soon realized that they were overthinking.

Because the Holy Son of Tianguang didn't even look at Chu Jing.

Although he was not here just now, he obviously knew the specific situation and would not vent his anger on Chu Jing innocently.

After all, no matter what.

Chu Jingdu was considered a victim of this battle.

"Okay, everyone, come and gather."

The Holy Son of Tianguang shouted and walked towards a distance.

Everyone followed, and Chu Jing also mixed in the crowd.

"Chu Jing, this Saint needs to maintain his dignity among these minions, so please don't mind."

The voice of the Holy Son of Skylight suddenly rang in my mind.

Chu Jing did not respond.

"If nothing unexpected happens, half of these guys will probably die on the battlefield of the Saint Son, but I am most optimistic about you, so you will definitely not die. When I win the Saint Son Cauldron and become the next sect master, you will be my right-hand man and manage the Wuya Immortal Sect for me!"

I don’t know if it was just empty talk or a true expression of his feelings, but the Holy Son of Tianguang did not forget to continue to show his goodwill to Chu Jing.

Chu Jing still ignored him, and the Holy Son of Tianguang complained: "What a cold guy!"

While the Holy Son of Tianguang was "privately chatting" with Chu Jing.

A very charming woman wearing a purple gauze dress and purple eye makeup touched Chu Jing with her shoulder and said with a sweet smile: "Daoyou Chu Jing, you are really amazing. My name is Zi Ling. When the battlefield opens, I hope you can take care of me!"

Chu Jing glanced at the woman indifferently, with no intention of responding.

Zi Ling's face changed slightly. She saw what Chu Jing wanted to say from his eyes: "Who do you think you are? Why should I take care of you?"

Zi Ling's face was filled with shame and anger. She also knew very well that with the opening of the Holy Son's battlefield, they, who were once guests of honor, would easily become cannon fodder and have a very high chance of dying. That was why she wanted to use her beauty to get closer to Chu Jing.

In this way, the ability to protect oneself will be stronger.

But why doesn’t Chu Jing seem to be interested in women?

Zi Ling stomped her feet in anger, but didn't dare to say anything.

"This person is interesting."

This scene was captured by other guests, and everyone had an amusement expression on their face.

soon.

The group reached the other side of the mountain.

The place was full of people, who were none other than the other saints and their guests.

In addition to these guests, there was also a shadow shrouded in golden light standing in the field, making it impossible to see its specific appearance and figure.

But just by standing there, he gave people an irresistible majesty.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to him.

"Master, everyone is almost here, can we start?"

Then a holy son wearing a jade crown and a belt around his waist spoke.

Chu Jing immediately knew the identity of the golden figure and was extremely shocked.

This person is actually the leader of the Wuya Immortal Sect?

The strongest ruler of the Tianshan Fairyland?

Is he the only one here?

Why is there no sign of the other elders?

"Since the establishment of Wuya Xianmen, the Saint Son Battlefield has been held for sixteen times. I participated in the last one and was lucky enough to win the cauldron."

"This year's Saint Son Battlefield is the same as in previous years. It is related to the identity of the next successor after my master abdicates, so please do your best."

As the leader of the Wuya Immortal Sect spoke, he waved his hand and a curtain of shining golden light appeared in the air.

There is a translucent sand table map in the light curtain, on which the terrain and the country to which each part of the Holy Son battlefield belongs are marked.

"Without further ado, you will now choose a country that you wish to control."