The only way

Chapter 223 One Sword True Monarch

The sword is like a dragon, and the sound is like a shooting star.

A sword light came from afar, shattering the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

The mountains that had been shrouded in clouds and mist all the time were blown away by the cold light like chasing stars and moons in an instant, revealing the gloomy forest peaks.

Jianzhai!

On the mountain, the cultivators standing in the clouds or standing on the ground all looked up at the countless sharp sword lights that flew towards them like broken clouds and meteors.

Jianzhai also has spirit boats and spirit beasts, but most of the time, these sword repairs fly directly with the sword.

Although it is only flying with the sword, the momentum in it is no less than that of other sects.

The overwhelming sword light galloped towards him, but it was another kind of astonishing aura.

The fifty disciples of Jian Zhai all came with their swords, not scattered, as if they had made an appointment, they landed together on a clearing in the mountains, and after falling, they each stood with their swords in their hands, silent.

And the Nascent Soul cultivator led by Jian Zhai also fell to the place where the Nascent Soul True Monarchs were all there.

"Hey, it's you who came here, boring, boring." Master Fengting, dressed in red, greeted the person coming from Jianzhai, but the content of the greeting was not very friendly.

In dark blue robes, with half black and half white hair casually scattered, he looked like he was only in his 20s, and he glanced at Zhenjun Fengting expressionlessly, with a sharp cold light in his eyes.

Master Fengting subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The next second, when he realized that he was actually scared, the fair face of the bright young man in red seemed to be on fire. He snorted coldly and turned his head to follow the one-armed man. To the sea of ​​clouds.

He was not afraid of this guy from Jianzhai, who made this guy notoriously bad-tempered, and would slash him with a sword if he disagreed with him, but Jianzhai actually sent him here, what did he want to do, come here to fight ?

Jianzhai's Yijian Zhenjun gave Fengting Zhenjun a cold look, his fingers twitched slightly, glanced at the Yuanying Zhenjun standing around him, and also snorted coldly.

The old man with white eyebrows in Qianji Pavilion trembled his long white eyebrows while smiling, and shook the whisk in his hand, "One Sword Master, don't come here without any harm."

The monks of Qianji Pavilion are the most aloof from the world and have formed good karma among the Eastern Continent. The old man with white eyebrows opened his mouth, and True Lord Yijian eased his expression, and nodded towards the old man with white eyebrows, "Senior Baimei."

"Speaking of which, the two Taoist sects Sanqing and Chiyang have not yet arrived." Zhenjun Bishui smiled softly, and the hem of the palace dress swayed in the wind, as if rippling blue waves.

Zhenjun Yijian's sharp sword eyes suddenly turned to look at Zhenjun Bishui, and the expression in his eyes changed slightly.

True Monarch Bishui covered his lips and smiled, with a hint of playfulness overflowing from his soft smile.

"coming."

The old man with white eyebrows shook his long white eyebrows, and his snow-white dust whisk fluttered in the wind, like strands of clouds.

All the Nascent Soul cultivators looked sideways at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

There is the sound of birds chirping, piercing the clouds and riding the wind.

"Oh? It just so happens that Sanqing has arrived." Hearing this, True Lord Bishui showed a hint of understanding on his face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider.

"I don't know, but who will be the Nascent Soul cultivator led by Sanqing this time?" Zhenjun Fengting, who had just been frightened by Zhenjun Yijian and turned his head to look at the sea of ​​clouds, listened to Zhenjun Bishui's words, and his tone was very meaningful.

Swish!
There was another cold look, Fengting Zhenjun choked suddenly, turned his head to continue to look at the sea of ​​clouds with embarrassment, why is this one sword Zhenjun not so fierce to others.

The white-browed old man chuckled, looked at the roc who was riding the wind, and said, "After all, it's not the one that Fellow Daoist One Sword is waiting for."

Hearing this, the look of expectation in Zhenjun Yijian's eyes dimmed slightly, and he hummed as if nothing had happened.

As for Zhenjun Bishui and other Zhenjun Yuanying, who knew the inside story, they all looked at Zhenjun Yijian sympathetically.

True Monarch Yuanying's spiritual sense is so keen, the eyes of several Taoist friends also received it, True Monarch One Sword naturally received it, their faces turned black instantly, and a faint sharp sword energy permeated the whole body.

Several True Monarchs around froze, and circulated their spiritual power without moving.

And just when the undercurrents of several Yuanying Zhenjun here were surging, the Dapeng bird of Sanqing Daozong had already landed. After landing, the Peng bird, which was originally as big as a hill, turned into the size of a sparrow and landed on a Confucian scholar. On the shoulder of the young man in shirt, he even rubbed the young man's cheek affectionately.

The Confucian shirt monk was not annoyed at all, with the shrunken penguin on his shoulder, he walked towards the place where the Yuanying monk was walking like a leisurely garden.

"This time it's Fellow Daoist Yunlan." The white-browed old man was the first to greet, with a benevolent look on his face.

Seeing the old man with white eyebrows, Master Yunlan corrected his originally slack posture slightly, pulled up his sleeves and bowed to the old man with white eyebrows, "Senior white eyebrows."

The white-browed old man chuckled, as if he had a good temper.

Coming to the side of Zhenjun Yuanying, Zhenjun Yunlan first fell on Zhenjun Bishui's face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Sister Bishui, long time no see, you look more and more beautiful, the place by the sea , really support people!"

Seeing someone coming, True Monarch Bishui's smiling face froze slightly, and it was him who came!

Even after taking a few steps back, he was still the first to be greeted by the other party. Zhenjun Bishui showed a trace of helplessness on his brows. This year's ancient battlefield, what do the sects think, can't they send some decent people?
With a cold face, he replied faintly, and Zhenjun Bishui stiffly turned his head to look at the sea of ​​clouds.

Zhenjun Yunlan didn't care about Zhenjun Bishui's cold face at all, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened, he praised Zhenjun Bishui several times in a loud voice, and then looked at Zhenjun Yijian.

"Fellow Daoist One Sword, are you disappointed when you see that I'm here?"

Zhenjun Yijian's lowered eyes suddenly opened, looking at Zhenjun Yunlan with sword-like eyes.

Master Yunlan clicked his tongue twice, and looked at the other Nascent Soul cultivators with a smile. After greeting them one by one, he still didn't calm down. Instead, he approached Master Bishui and greeted them with incomparable enthusiasm.

The white-browed old man looked at the scene in front of him, and his long eyebrows trembled with a smile. It was interesting and interesting. Although the hexagrams that were calculated on a whim that day have not yet been solved, this trip to the ancient battlefield will definitely not be boring.

It wasn't until the second day, one day before the opening of the ancient battlefield, that Chiyang Daozong came late.

Fengting Zhenjun withdrew his eyes from looking at the sea of ​​clouds, and looked at the magic weapon not far away that looked like a palace in the clouds, coming towards the morning sun with great momentum.

"This Chiyang Daozong is always the last one to come back. Moreover, I use this Sun God Palace every time, for fear that others will not see it." Fengting Zhenjun looked at the glittering golden palace with squinted eyes, with a smile that was not a smile the way.

The rest of the True Monarchs all kept their eyes closed and kept their sleeves in their sleeves, and they didn't speak a word, but each of them had their own meaning in their eyes.

"Fellow Taoists, I have been waiting for a long time. I, Chiyang Daozong, have arrived."

The sound was like thunder, rolling from the palace in the clouds.

Zhenjun Bishui frowned slightly, and Zhenjun Yunlan smiled faintly.

Zhenjun Yijian and the one-armed guest remained expressionless, Zhenjun Fengting pursed his lips, and Zhenjun Qingling lowered his eyes in silence.

Only the old man with white eyebrows opened his mouth and said, "Fellow Taoist Huaiyang."

　You can guess why it is called True Lord Yijian, and you can also guess who is True Lord Yijian waiting for, hehehe.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)