The sky and the earth are vast, Zhao Wujiang is neither happy nor sad, he is sitting on a small bench lightly, just like when someone was singing a big opera in the village when he was a child, he is under the stage, sitting quietly on the pony, watching the people on the stage singing

Jumping.

These five people had unbridled murderous intent, and their sword aura was even more powerful. Zhao Wujiang knew without much thought that these five people must have come from the Sword Tomb.

He didn't know the original names of these five people, but he had long heard the unscrupulous conversations of these five people, and he could clearly hear the sarcasm and disdain in their words.

He heard the five people from the Sword Tomb calling each other "five, six, seven, and eight." He smiled gently, as if he heard someone calling them "cat" and "dog."

Until these five cats and dogs stopped three feet away from him, arguing about whether to kill him, who would kill him first, and how to kill him, it was as if Zhao Wujiang had become a piece of fish on a sticky board, ready to be slaughtered by others.

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Zhao Wujiang touched the wine gourd. It was still hot, but he was afraid that it would be completely cold under the wind and snow soon.

He generally felt the cultivation of these five cats and dogs. After all, the cats and dogs did not try to hide it. They seemed to be showing off their cultivation, telling everyone around them:

"Five top grandmasters are killing people, so those who know better, get out of here!"

Four seventh-level grand masters and one eighth-level grand master want to easily kill an eighth-level and nearly ninth-level grand master?

What's more, this great master who is nearly ninth level also has the indestructible magic power of Vajra, the Formless Prajna Sutra and the Star Absorbing Technique, plus the boundless sword energy and a complete magic weapon in his body?

Could it be that the village had just been connected to the Internet? Zhao Wujiang touched the wine gourd again and looked at the five cats and dogs who were still arguing. He finally opened the wine gourd for the first time and slowly poured it in front of him.

The wine flowed slowly towards the snow. The white snow melted for a moment, and then the wine quickly condensed into thin ice.

"Today is a small year, so it's time to offer sacrifices." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, took back the hand that poured the wine, and plugged the spout.

The five sword slaves at the Sword Tomb stopped arguing and stared at Zhao Wujiang angrily. The meaning of Zhao Wujiang's words and actions seemed to say that the five of them would die today.

Moreover, Zhao Wujiang's gentle smile and the way he said this seriously were even more infuriating than the taunting words.

"Zhao Wujiang, I want you to live but not to die!"

Sword Slave Ah Si was so angry that he raised his hand, and the sword energy in his hand roared and shot at Zhao Wujiang. He wanted to break Zhao Wujiang's tendons and pierce Zhao Wujiang's acupuncture points.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he only saw Zhao Wujiang walking step by step, and the sword energy around him disappeared in an instant.

"How can it be?"

Sword Slave Ah Si was surprised at first. He did not feel the slightest fluctuation in Zhao Wujiang's cultivation. But soon, the surprise turned into shock, until he was completely horrified.

He saw Zhao Wujiang gently waving to him, and the wind and snow roared in the sky for a moment. He was about to mobilize his sword energy again, but Zhao Wujiang's hand had been placed on his throat at some point, and he held his throat tightly.

live.

Sword Slave Ah Si's pupils were full of fear. Zhao Wujiang grabbed his throat and lifted him up. He wanted to mobilize his cultivation to resist, but his cultivation was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no movement.

Only then did he realize from his horror that Zhao Wujiang's cultivation level was far superior to his.

He is already an eighth-level grand master. Could it be that Zhao Wujiang has reached the first-level heaven level? Otherwise, how could he be so strong?

And didn’t Zhao Wujiang reach the master realm some time ago? Why did he achieve such a level of cultivation so quickly?

How did this come about through cultivation?

The top masters among the sword slaves in the sword tomb all started practicing at a young age. After practicing for twenty or thirty years, and with their strong talents, they have reached their current level of cultivation.

But how long has Zhao Wujiang been practicing? Does he have such a level of cultivation?

What an extremely powerful talent is this?

No wonder, no wonder the sword master sent five sword slaves who were above the seventh-level grand master to kill Zhao Wujiang, and they also brought magic weapons with them.
Chapter completed!