The unrestrained figure walked out of the fog, hugging Xiyao with his left hand and Xiyin with his right hand.

"Xiyin told you that I am the future Emperor of Heaven, why don't you believe it?"

"Lu...Lu Nianli! Is it really you?"

Xuanyuan Batian widened his eyes, unbelievable.

"That's right." Lu Nianli smiled and nodded.

"No! Impossible!"

Xuanyuan Batian was trembling all over, "How can a person like you get the recognition of the Heavenly Emperor's inheritance? It must be an illusion, all an illusion!"

"A mere illusion, don't even disturb my mind!"

"I want to kill you!"

He slashed towards Lu Nianli like crazy.

"Why do you have to deceive yourself?"

Lu Nianli swung his fingers, and a terrifying pressure came, instantly suppressing Xuanyuan Batian to the ground, and the giant sword behind him shattered.

"Puff!" Xuanyuan Batian squirted out a mouthful of blood, shouting in a vague manner, obviously unable to accept this fact.

“How to deal with it?”

Lu Nianli looked at Xiyao and Xiyin's sisters, but he didn't care much. In his eyes, the so-called anti-Lu Hui was just a clown from beginning to end.

If you really have the style of being invincible to your peers, why bother with the name of others?

"Kill it!"

Xiyao moved the power of Xuanyin, freezing Xuanyuan Batian, who was lost in obsession and unwilling to wake up, completely erasing his vitality.

...

On the other side.

Jiu Xiaoxiao found her fellow disciple Jiujiu.

Although he is a fellow disciple, Jiu Zui's strength has always been at the forefront of his peers and is also a genius who is expected to pursue the number one. Jiu Xiaoxiao has never beaten his senior brother once.

"Junior sister? Why are you here?"

I was surprised to see the drunkenness at the blocking road.

The master came from the same school and practiced the Huan Drunken Sword Art. He knew very well that the junior sister in front of him was not a illusion, but a real body.

"I'm here to find my senior brother to have some discussions." Jiu Xiaoxiao replied.

"There are opportunities to exchange the competition." Jiujiu frowned, "Answer me first, why did you appear here? Could it be that there is another way to enter the Heavenly Emperor Cave Heaven?"

Jiu Xiaoxiao smiled, "Senior Brother, don't want the inheritance of the Emperor of Heaven. Since it was born, it will naturally belong to you. You will understand in the future."

"Junior sister, it seems that you have gotten a great opportunity and dare to teach you a lesson as a brother."

Drunk, I poured a pot of wine, raised my sword and pointed it at Jiu Xiaoxiao, "Since my junior sister wants to compete, I will help you for my brother, and see where the confidence of my junior sister comes from."

"Please give me advice from my senior brother." Jiu Xiaoxiao raised his sword.

The two brothers and sisters had almost the same steps, both of which were the body techniques of the Huan Zui Sword Art. The sword moves used to draw the sword were as fast as the same.

In the blink of an eye, there were thousands of tricks to fight.

Among the three major sword sects, the Jiujian Sect is best at speed and pays attention to the world's sharp swords. Only fast is not broken. Basically, each sword technique contains footwork.

And footwork is as important as swordsmanship.

"Junior sister, you have indeed made progress."

After a long battle, Jiuzui finally agreed, but he changed his mind, "But a true sword cultivator cannot follow the path of his predecessors."

"When walking this path, you must realize your own things."

"If you don't have your own understanding, you will never be able to become a powerful man."

Drunk and preached, the sword in his hand became psychedelic again, the sword moves were confusing, and the sky was filled with drunken sword shadows. It seemed that there was no rules, dancing randomly, but with a strong murderous intent, which made people have to guard against.

.

"Junior sister! This move is understood by me, the song of the Qinglian Sword left by the ancestor, please be careful."

Until now, the tricks of the senior brother and sister began to be different.

Facing this sword, Jiu Xiaoxiao smiled, "Senior Brother, Master always favors you. I feel that I cannot inherit his legacy, so I insist on proving it to him."

"He has taken the wrong path."

"I also have a sword, please taste it with my senior brother!"

After the words came, the wine took a small step and also gave a sword.

Compared to the drunk sword, Jiu Xiaoxiao's sword looks extremely simple, just like reaching out to clink a glass with an old friend, without sword intent or murderous intent.

The drunken sword aroused sword shadows all over the sky, and thousands of sword shadow clones used completely different sword moves, like playing a passionate and complex music under the thrill of drunkenness.

When the sword song is high and the murderous intent is strong, thousands of sword shadow clones stab at Jiu Xiaoxiao at the same time.

"Senior brother, good tricks."

Jiu Xiaoxiao yawned, her complexion was lazy, and she lay on the ground, looking drunk, and clinking her glasses in her hands, shouting, "Old ancestor, cheers."

Behind him, there is the illusory sword fairy shadow chanting poems and drinking, and clinking glasses between him and his endless time and space.

Bang!

At that moment, thousands of sword shadows shattered.

"Senior Brother, you lost." Jiu Xiaoxiao seemed to have just woken up from the hazy illusion and yawned all over the sky.

"Junior sister, you..."

Drunk and lowered his head, he was extremely disappointed, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that you have already understood the Qinglian Sword Song left by the ancestor. Why didn't you tell the master earlier?"

"I said that the understanding is far from being far away. I just stepped into this land and luckily got some opportunities to realize some fur." ​​Jiu Xiaoxiao smiled.

"Junior sister, do you know the reason why the Heavenly Emperor Palace was born, right?"

I was drunk and keen on my mind and noticed the strangeness of things.

"Senior Brother wants to know?" Jiu Xiaoxiao grinned and pointed to the back, "He is here, please ask him."

Jiuzhu suddenly turned his head and looked at the fog behind him, where three figures walked out.

"Lu Nianli! Xiyao! Xiyin!"

What shocked him even more was the posture of the three of them. The two sisters in Yaochi were hugged by Lu Nianli, and they were still smiling and extremely ambiguous.

Xiyin was dragging a giant sword in her hand, which was Xuanyuan Batian's natal sword.

"Senior brother, do you understand now?"

Jiu Xiaoxiao walked over and held Lu Nianli's arm, "Everything here is arranged by his husband and brother, and it has long been destined."

"you……"

"Don't guess, it's just what you thought." Jiu Xiaoxiao didn't hide it.

"I see."

After a brief silence, drunk and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Since it is a chance for Fellow Daoist, I am not qualified to think about it."

He didn't have much hatred for Lu Nianli. If his closest relatives were surrounded and killed or framed, he would rather fall into the demon world.

Between good and evil, everyone has a scale in their hearts.

To measure good and evil, we never look at the name worn by an outsider.

"Fellow drunken Taoist, don't leave for the time being."
Chapter completed!