Chapter 201

There is no shortage of those who are dedicated to cultivating martial arts in the great rivers and lakes. However, the nine realms of martial arts keep too many people out of the world. Many Wufu who have no background and no clan have never jumped into the nine realms of martial arts, even the poor ninth realm of mud embryo.

The nine realms of martial arts can be divided into big and small masters. Wufu in the lower nine realms can only be called Wufu. However, the Wufu in ZHONGJIU seems to have the reputation of a little master. As for shangjiujing, he is a great master.

The celestial realm is the extreme of the nine realms of martial arts. Few people can leap into the realm of proud earth.

Su Chunsheng relies on his innate talent, on his early years of polishing in jiuxiao sword sect, on his tenacious mind, and even more on fighting for his life time after time, in exchange for today's cultivation of celestial realm. Unlike all the great masters, Su Chunsheng dares to fight for his life.

On the contrary, the higher the cultivation, the more cherish life.

Just like Chen Xiao, who is a great master of sword cultivation in the Central Plains, after being hit by Su Chunsheng's knee, he stops at the same place, turns around and looks at Su Chunsheng with a ferocious look, but he is no longer close.

Obviously, in Chen Xiao's eyes, Su Chunsheng's cultivation of Kendo is not vulgar, and close combat and other despicable means are more insidious.

Hearing Su Chunsheng's words, Chen Xiao looked angry and said, "did you ever teach you how to attack others?"

Su Chunsheng took the Chixiao sword in his hand and took a step forward. He sneered: "I thought you Chen Xiao had a lot of experience in kendo. Now it seems that you just got into the sky by chance."

Chen Xiao Leng for a moment, there is a doubt in his face that he can't explain clearly, but it seems that he can't figure it out.

But Su Chunsheng slowly moved forward again and said in a deep voice: "on the way of kendo, do you know why the Su family has been able to stand on the proud land for thousands of years, and sword immortals emerge in endlessly, but there are few sword immortals in the vast central plains? Why does the cold sky sword tomb stand in the Arctic ice field, and every ten years there must be a sword leader wandering in the rivers and lakes? Do you know why Jianshan has been standing in the southwest for thousands of years? "

Chen Xiao was stunned, obviously did not ponder these questions.

But Su Chunsheng stopped and said calmly, "people always forget the way they came."

"Kendo comes from the will, starts from the sword skill, and then changes into the sword Qi with the cultivation of Qi. If you can be a sword immortal, the sword will open the sky. This sword meaning comes from the earliest obsession. "

"Su Jiasu doesn't lack the sense of sword, let alone the skill of sword. Both of them are in the upper nine realms. In the first battle between you and me, you have the advantage of Chen Xiao. But in the battle of life and death, you will die. Believe it or not

Su Chunsheng seems to be speechless, but Chen Xiao on the other side is stunned by lightning.

"So, this is the Su family's kendo. Close combat is shameless. When Chen Xiao picked up his first sword in his early years, did he have the power of sword? In other words, Chen Xiao's sword power is very strong. Should you be considered shameless and despicable if you win with it? "

"It's probably so. Where is your heart in kendo

Su Chunsheng raised the Chixiao sword, a sword suddenly emerged, crazy circulation and around.

Chen Xiao came back and looked up at Su Chunsheng, his face full of tangles.

Su Chunsheng narrowed his eyes and sneered: "after saying so much, do you really think I am afraid of you? I have a sword. Dare I take it? "

Chen Xiao breathed heavily, raised his sword and said in a deep voice, "how dare you?"

Su Chunsheng narrowed his eyes and held the Chixiao sword in his hands until he reached the sky.

Su family has sword, can open the gate of heaven!

Hum!

It's a light whistle.

On the Chixiao sword, the continuous flow of sword Qi overflows wildly. On the body of the sword, a series of simple ancient seal inscriptions emit dazzling light, and then begin to float gently with the flow of sword Qi.

Chen Xiao looked at the scene, his face full of shock.

The next moment, Su Chunsheng jumped up and smashed the sword with both hands.

One shot!

The Qi machine on the Chixiao sword turned into a sharp and huge sword in the air. The white sword Qi, like a dazzling rainbow sun, directly shot at Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao quickly stabilizes his mind, urges the Qi in his body to come out, and starts to flow wildly. The long sword in the hand also did not hesitate to hand out, the same turbulent sword spirit, directly facing the opposite.

The two swords collided in an instant.

With a bang, the walls and floors around them were shaken by the huge air engine, and instantly turned into ashes. Within tens of feet, the sword Qi from the collision turned into powder.

So that the whole wind and thunder pass clearly felt a tremor.

The light is dazzling.

The next moment, Chen Xiao flies upside down and smashes on the wall not far away, gushing out a mouthful of scarlet blood again.

This sword caught Chen Xiao off guard and opened his eyes.

Chen Xiao staggers to get up, holding the sword in both hands. His sword Qi rises again, and he still seems unwilling to retreat.

On the top of the city, the remaining two great masters of shangjiujing looked at each other for a moment. Then they jumped down and appeared under the city. The air was flowing and they put on a posture of joint efforts to encircle and suppress.

The light is gone.

Su Chunsheng, holding a sword in both hands, stands in the same place, killing people everywhere. Instead of looking at the direction of the tower, he slowly turns around and looks at the street behind him.

The burst of the air engine is still coming out, but the usual noisy wind and thunder pass is like an empty city, and there is no pedestrian in sight.

I saw behind that empty street, there was an old man in a green shirt, walking slowly, looking calm.

Layout of the people?

Su Chun frowned.

It's no one else. It's the storyteller that Su Chun met in the restaurant a few days before he entered the city. It's also Fei Zhong, who has been in the Imperial College for decades.

However, what Su Chunsheng didn't expect was that the old man didn't bring anyone with him. Instead, he came here alone, with a look of indifference to see through life and death.

On the top of the towering City, which was regarded as the top priority by Fenglei pass, Gao Songtao's air engine kept flowing out, trying to stop all the koi masters. But Rao is like this. There are still dozens of Koi masters who have broken through Gao Songtao's air interception and jumped down from the city tower.

Under the head of the city, there is the wide gate of the urn. The old sword is in the middle of the gate, which is covered with blood. In front of the gate, there are a lot of armour. Without hesitation, they rush forward again. The old man waves his sword again and again. There are a lot of armour buried under the gate, and the corpses are piled up. The old man has been stained with a lot of blood, biting his teeth, constantly wielding a sword, but also a retreat again and again.