Ao Jian Immortal Sect, Flame Peak.

Zhu Yan Jian Zun and Qingye Jian Zun sat opposite each other.

They are the only two women among the five inner sect elders of the Aojian Immortal Sect.

One wears red soft armor, graceful and sexy, with a big tolerance, and the other wears a long blue dress, elegant and pure.

Different temperaments, but equally gorgeous!

However, if the other disciples saw what the two did at this time, they would definitely be shocked.

"Big!"

Zhu Yan Jian Zun stared at Qingye Jian Zun with beautiful eyes.

The latter's delicate jade subordinate suddenly held a dice cup, made of special materials, to isolate his spiritual thoughts.

Qingye Jianzun smiled on his face, the media was brilliant, elegant and gentle.

"Senior sister, you have lost more than thirty consecutive games. I think you might as well forget it!"

Zhu Yan Jianzun snorted: "Junior sister, get it! I will definitely win this one!"

Qingye Jianzun chuckled helplessly and uncovered the dice.

One, two, four, seven o'clock!

Qingye Jianzun said calmly: "Including this, my senior sister already owes me 14,285 spirit stones."

"It's okay, I owe it first!"

Zhu Yan Jianzun waved his hand: "Continue, don't stop!"

Qingye Jianzun: "..."

Suddenly, a palpitations appeared in the hearts of Zhu Yan Jian Zun and Qingye Jian Zun at the same time.

What a strong sense of oppression!

The two sword masters frowned and appeared at the peak of the Flame Peak at the same time.

They looked westward, but they saw a terrifying kendo vision suddenly appearing in the sky hundreds of miles away.

That is an Yangtze River!

The sword intent of the Yangtze River condensed by Haoran’s sword intent!

Even though they are hundreds of miles apart, Zhu Yan Jian Zun and Qingye Jian Zun can still feel the oppression.

That was the sword intent in their bodies, trembling in front of this sword intent, just like a rabbit meeting a tiger, fearing from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhu Yan Jian Zun's face was pale: "This is Haoran's sword intent!"

Qingye Jian Zun nodded: "At least the eighth grade or above, maybe even the ninth grade!"

"Why did such a strong man suddenly appear in the territory of this sect?"

Zhu Yan Jianzun said calmly: "Can it be the senior brother?"

Qingye Jianzun thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Although the eldest brother is practicing the Spring and Autumn Sword Sutra, he is still practicing the Long River Sword Intent."

"And even if you practice the Spring and Autumn Sword Sutra to the realm of transformation, you will not be able to condense such a terrifying vision!"

"This mysterious existence does not know his enemies and friends, so it is better not to provoke him recklessly."

Zhu Yan Jianzun nodded: "Okay, keep gambling!"

Qingye Jianzun: "???"

...

Somewhere in a barren mountain, a couple are running away quickly.

Their bodies were covered in blood and had not dried up yet, and they had obviously just experienced a tragic battle.

The woman was holding a little fox in her arms.

Its fur is as white as snow and looks particularly cute.

"Husband, they have a way to track their bloodlines, and I can't escape."

The woman suddenly stopped and sent the little fox to the man's arms: "Take Xue'er away and go to the vicinity of the Holy City of the Human Race, where they dare not show off."

After saying that, the woman looked at the man and the little fox reluctantly, turned around and turned into a silver fox and jumped into the jungle.

"lady!"

The man looked at the woman's departure back with sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently.

The man looked at hundreds of miles away, where a thousand feet of sword intent spread across the sky, and a vast river was escalated.

The man couldn't help but tremble all over.

He could not even maintain his transformation technique, and turned into a tall gray-white wild dog with his sobs.

"Wang, wool wool wool! - Good, what a strong sword intent!"

The dog demon was holding a little silver fox in his mouth, his eyes were full of fear, and the sword aura made his whole dog tremble.

After a long time, the dog demon's eyes showed a decisive look.

It held a small silver fox and jumped towards the direction where the sword intent of the Yangtze River was!

...

The southernmost part of the Eastern Wilderness is Juetian Peak.

This is the dividing line between the Eastern Wilderness and the Southern Xinjiang. A huge mountain range of 100,000 feet high passes across, separating the Eastern Wilderness and the Southern Xinjiang.

The middle of the mountain range is cut off, leaving a huge canyon.

If you want to go from the Eastern Wilderness to the Southern Wilderness, or from the Southern Wilderness to the Eastern Wilderness, this canyon is the closest and most convenient passage.

On Juetian Peak, there is a pavilion, and there is a person sitting in the pavilion.

This is a middle-aged swordsman, wearing a white long gown and carrying a long sword behind him, and he was motionless.

No one knows how long he has been sitting cross-legged here.

But what is certain is that time will never be short, otherwise there would not be so much dust on his body and on his sword.

Even the white clothes seemed to be gray clothes.

clang ~

Suddenly, the long sword behind the middle-aged swordsman trembled.

From this Yangtze River, there is a feeling of "joy", "excitement", and it is even directly shot out of the sheath.

"Haoran Sword Intent?"

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly opened and the dust disappeared in an instant.

He slowly stood up and looked at the distant horizon: "This direction should be the range of the Aojian Immortal Sect."

"Nine-grade Haoran Sword Intent, Senior Brother, are you back?"

The middle-aged man reached out to hold the magic sword and put it in the scabbard: "I miss you very much."

A sigh, the breeze blew by.

The figure of the middle-aged man disappeared without a trace in an instant.

...

Ao Jian Immortal Sect, the peak of the vast sea.

Under the guidance of Mr. Yan, Chu Xiaolian has already gained a preliminary understanding of the "Taishang Forgetful Sword Art".

Of course, I just remember the mantra and sword moves.

As for whether to practice this sword technique, Chu Xiao was actually quite entangled in his heart.

After all, what Mr. Yan said is really unreliable.

What kind of martial arts do you need to go to brothels and find a beautiful girl to seduce yourself crazy?

The most important thing is that you have to hold it in, you can’t be hard!

Preserve the laws of nature and eliminate human desires!

This practice is completely anti-human!

What kind of stimulation did the Holy Lord suffer back then?

Only by creating such a perverted sword technique?

"Practice or not!"

Chu Xiaolian was struggling, and the figure of Old Yan beside him suddenly appeared: "How is that possible!"

Since appearing, Mr. Yan has always been extremely calm in Chu Xiaolian's eyes and rarely showed surprise.
To be continued...