Chen Jiu stood in the sky, shook his fist, turned his head to look at the sword immortals, and asked, "Do you still want to get the sword?"

The sword immortals were speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer, but they were unwilling to give up the immortal sword, so the sword immortal, who had a greater origin, asked, "I don't know what the origin of my predecessor?"

Chen Jiu tilted his head, looked at Li Xian and Jiang Ci below, and shook his head slightly, "Just tell me if you want to take a sword, don't ask me about the origin. Is there any sword cultivator who dares to draw a sword after learning about it?"

Chen Jiu's sarcastic words made the sword immortals bow their heads slightly, not knowing how to refute them.

Seeing that no one answered, Chen Jiu looked back at the Immortal Sword and looked at it with complicated eyes. He knew it was exactly the same, but it still didn't look like it.

Can't come back.

Chen Jiu thought of sadness and pulled the hood on his head again, standing at the highest point, attracting the attention of the audience.

A sword immortal gritted his teeth and said, "You have to try it. How can you retreat without fighting?"

After drinking this sentence, the sword immortals drew their swords one after another and shouted at Chen Jiu's name.

"General and Prime Minister!"

"plain!"

"Songyue."

“…”

A total of nine flying swords and nine sword immortals came towards Chen Jiu with a lineup of surrounds and killing. The sword energy shook and filled the sky for thousands of miles.

Chen Jiu exhaled, and his whole body was covered with dark martial luck and put on a boxing stance.

Start fighting!

———

Around the Pingbei Sword Land, a woman riding a fast horse rushed over. Her pretty face looked anxious, but because of her insufficient cultivation, she could not arrive quickly. She could only watch the fairy sword and the majestic sword energy above the sky from afar.

Zhou Xian didn't know what happened, she just wanted to get back Senior Brother Chen Jiu's flying sword, so she specially called her senior brother Wutong Jushi.

When Mr. Wutong first heard this, he was a little surprised, "You have just started practicing swords. There is no need to go and get the fairy sword. Besides, when you become a sword immortal in the future, some of them will be selected by flying swords for you."

Zhou Xian shook his head and explained: "This is Senior Brother Chen Jiu's natal flying sword."

Now that he came, Mr. Wutong knew that the feelings were for Chen Jiu. He frowned and said in distress.

"This time I took the sword is not as good as before. Do you know that Taoist Tianzun Xianma personally took charge of the Pingbei Sword Land. Our Academy Le Sheng sat against him and was facing him in a tit-for-tat way. He was unwilling to wade into this muddy water under the sword fairy."

After saying this, Mr. Wutong said in a muffled voice: "Your brother, I can't beat fresh horses, those sword immortals are enough for me to drink a pot."

Zhou Xian was also worried and had to say, "Just do your best."

After thinking about it, Wutong nodded and said to Zhou Xian: "I can go and get the sword, but you can practice the sword, but you must first agree to me."

Zhou Xian said, "You said."

The layman Wutong looked solemn and said slowly: "Don't leave the Middle Earth Shenzhou before the Sword Immortal."

Zhou Xian paused and then fell silent.

Mr. Wutong pursed his lips, shook his head slightly, and said softly.

"I know the reason why you practice swords. I want to go to Tianguangzhou to find Chen Jiu, but today Guangzhou has become the world of the demon clan, so it is no exaggeration to describe it as a dragon, pond, tiger den. Only when you become a sword immortal can you have some self-protection and be qualified to leave Middle Earth China."

"When you want to go to Tianguangzhou, I hope you are considering it when you reach the Thirteenth realm."

After saying that, Wutong sighed again and frowned, "You are the disciple with the highest talent in your husband. There is no problem in becoming a thirteenth realm. Senior brother is useless. As you said, I didn't go to the border. I just hope that the academy will be better and that our lineage will be better..."

Mr. Wutong touched his forehead, "I'm useless. I don't like fighting and don't want to fight, but I also hope to protect your safety. You are the junior sister. According to what the teacher said, I should protect you..."

"Senior brother is useless, don't blame him."

After saying this, Wutong layman lowered his head and could see that his hair had turned white and his face was slightly wrinkled. He was old after all.

Zhou Xian frowned and said proudly: "When I am in the thirteenth level, I will protect my senior brother."

Mr. Wutong was stunned.

Zhou Xian was already riding a fast horse.

He sat down against the railing, wiped the tears in the corners of his eyes, and nodded frequently, "Okay, OK."

Wutong lay Buddhist is Jia Sheng’s eldest disciple. He was over 400 years old when he was taking care of Zhou Xian. He loved Zhou Xian very much on weekdays.

Even his fellow students in the school laughed at him and said that Mr. Wutong was not taking care of his junior sister, but more like he was taking care of his own daughter.

Mr. Wutong smiled and did not refute after hearing this.

He thinks so.

———

Half an hour later, there was only Chen Jiu left behind when there was still standing in the sky.

The rest of the sword immortals fell.

The monks onlookers were shocked and began to count the past few rounds.

"In half an hour, there were 300 rounds in total, and nine sword immortals used their sword moves together. They were blocked in an orderly manner by the man in black robe. In fifty rounds, the sword immortal who was fighting was punched and eliminated on the spot..."

"In one hundred rounds, the second sword immortal followed the first one. In one hundred and sixty rounds, the remaining seven sword immortals set out their swords in one hand. The sword intent merged together, as majestic as a river and sea, destroying the sleeves of this man in black robe..."

"Thirteenth chapter, all the seven sword immortals fell down, and there was no one here, and this man in black robe only..."

When the monk said this, his mouth frowned, his expression became surprised again, and he continued.

"Only ruined the sleeves."

The monks present were now in a panic and discussed the origin of the monk in black robe.

Chen Jiu looked around and saw that there was no sword cultivator again, so he reached out to get the sword.

Le Sheng suddenly stood up, pressed Chen Jiu with Tianyin, and shouted, "Wait a minute."

Chen Jiusan's fist hit forward, but was still defeated by Tianyin, and a trace was drawn in the air.

Xianma Chao Lesheng looked slightly red in his eyes, and he asked coldly: "Give me a reason not to hit you."

After Le Sheng put his hands on his back, he took a step, without looking at the fresh horse, and replied: "This monk has unknown origin, he is cruel and he is targeting my school everywhere in his words. It is a bit weird. I just want to know its origin."

Xianma said disdainfully: "Your school shouldn't be targeted, what's so weird?"

Le Sheng stretched out one hand and replied casually: "I hope you don't mess around."

The red color in Xianma's pupils spread out, and the long river of time in the place where he was distorted. His face was low and he reached out to Le Sheng and asked, "I really think I shouldn't kill you?"

Le Sheng did not answer, but only looked at Chen Jiu standing in the sky.

In the Middle Earth Academy, a middle-aged man wearing a white dress and showing off his polite words stopped his pen and ink, stood up, looked south, and then stepped forward.

It suddenly appeared in front of Xianma.

Xianma raised her eyebrows and let out a breath, "I said why did this Le Sheng suddenly become bolder? It turns out that he can fight."

The middle-aged man in white turned the brush on his hand, pointed at the fresh horse, and said calmly: "It's been a long time since."
Chapter completed!