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Chapter 747 is Kendo
above the cloud.

Soft clouds spread like a carpet underfoot.

Zheng Ming and Jiu Jianxian were sitting on the clouds, both of them were holding a wine gourd, and they drank one mouthful at a time.

"Ximen Jianhou's swordsmanship seems to have improved a lot over the years."

Zheng Ming looked down at the situation below, and said with some surprise.

Jiu Jianxian smiled and said: "In terms of swordsmanship, besides Dugu Sword God, who else in this fairy world can compare with Ximen Jianhou?"

"However, Emperor Zun, do you really not care about the escaped one?"

Zheng Ming raised his head and took a sip of his drink, and said, "Don't worry, Xuan Miao will always follow him."

"He is the leader of Yuyang Xianshan in the fairyland world this time, and he should guide the follow-up disciples of Yuyang Xianshan to come."

A Yuqing Lake, killing or not killing, has little effect.

If he didn't want Ximen Chuuxue to try his sword, Zheng Ming would have kept Qing Lan.

Jiu Jianxian nodded slightly, but didn't care too much.

"When does Senior Jiu Sword Immortal plan to become immortal?" Zheng Ming asked casually.

Now Jiujian Immortal and Ximen Chuuxue are already on the ninth floor of the Immortal Terrace, and they are only one step away from stepping on the road to immortality.

Moreover, Zheng Ming had already prepared a sixth-grade golden elixir for them, and they could ascend to immortality at any time.

Not only them, but Dugu Qiubai, Xiaomeng, Fa Hai and others who went to the world of the Holy God can also ascend to the immortal, but they will not ascend to the immortal until they complete the task of the holy world.

"Wait a few more years, my Dao Realm is still a little bit worse." Said Jiu Jianxian.

Zheng Ming turned his head to look at him, and said, "It's because the Dao realm is not enough, or I can't bear to part with the good wine in the fairyland world!"

"Uh!"

"Hahaha~~"

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from Emperor Zun."

"Everything is good in the heavens, but there is no fine wine."

Jiu Jianxian laughed.

Although the cultivation industry in the Yang Realm is developing very rapidly, many things need the foundation. For example, it takes a hundred years to make a century-old wine, but it is less than a hundred years since the appearance of the Yang Realm, so how could there be more than a hundred years? good wine.

Zheng Ming smiled and said: "Don't wait, I will ascend to the Immortal after this battle is over, and then I will go to the Immortal Realm, there should be a lot of fine wine in the Immortal Realm."

When Jiu Jianxian heard the words, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Then I have to work harder."

There is no good wine in the sun world, but there must be wine in the fairy world.

"here we go!"

Zheng Ming said suddenly.

below.

In a small courtyard.

The sword intent spread like a wave.

The houses in the surrounding villages were instantly shattered.

Many villagers ran around in panic, but soon a strange force appeared, and the rocks flowed, dragging the villagers away from the village.

"Hmm! Gods!"

Qing Lan felt that breath, and her mind moved slightly.

There is actually a god hidden here!He never found out.

The time he came to the fairyland world was too short, and he didn't understand the Shinto system of the fairyland world at all, and Yu Qingchi only realized how terrible the Shinto system of the fairyland world was after being discovered by the gods three times.

So Yu Qingchi tried his best to avoid the gods, not only hiding his aura all the time, but also hiding in this remote mountain village.

But Qinglan didn't know the horror of the gods, and didn't pay attention to those weak gods at all.

Although this mountain village is small, the mountain range is part of Qingqu Mountain.

With the strength of Qingqu Mountain God, it is still very easy to escape Qinglan's perception.

At this time, Qinglan has no intention of paying attention to Qingqu Mountain God, he needs to face Ximen Chuuxue.

The pale blade flew like a beam of aurora.

Qing Lan's heart froze, and without even thinking about it, she withdrew, her eyes fixed on the sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand.

"Your way of the sword!"

The very ordinary-looking sword made him feel frightened.

As a swordsman, he is very familiar with the way of the sword, but this is the first time he has seen the way of the sword like Ximen Chuuxue.

There is no majestic momentum, no sharp edge, and no earth-shattering scenes, but it gives people a feeling of being on the back.

"Break it for me!"

Qing Lan roared angrily, swiped the sword in her hand, and the soaring sword energy slashed down with a rapid howling sound.

The sword energy was hundreds of feet, falling like thunder.

Seeing that the sword energy was about to strike Ximen Chuuxue, Ximen Chuuxue still maintained an indifferent expression, his body still maintained a forward posture, and the long sword in his hand was still stabbing straight out, as if the sword energy in front of him was illusory.

The bright sword energy finally landed on Ximen Chuuxue.

but.

next moment.

The sword energy actually broke from it, and a pale sword light pierced through the condensed sword energy.

"The way of the sword, go straight ahead and be fearless!"

ding~~
A crisp sound.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword pierced through Baizhang's sword energy and came to Qing Lan.

Qing Lan resisted with a horizontal sword.

"how is this possible!"

He looked at the dim sword light in front of him in disbelief.

His figure retreated one after another, and he kept retreating for several miles before he stabilized his figure.

From afar, he looked at Ximen Chuuxue's pale figure, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"This is the way of the sword!"

Suddenly, he doubted his sword skills.

But Ximen Chuuxue didn't give him too much time to doubt.

The figure flew out, followed by the pale sword light.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Qing Lan again.

Qing Lan's face was solemn, and she swung the long sword in her hand suddenly, the aura on her body erupted like a volcano, and the terrifying sword intent permeated the air.

"Breeze!"

The sword intent is like the wind, blowing slowly.

Everything in the mountains became shattered in an instant.

The grass and trees were broken, the rocks turned into dust, and even the bright sunshine seemed to be cut off, in a state of chaos.

A series of sword intents fell on Ximen Chuixue's body, causing little ripples.

If it was someone else, the horror would instantly turn into a puddle of fine flesh and blood.

But when it fell on Ximen Chuuxue, the sharp sword intent seemed to be just a breeze, without any murderous intent.

Against those small sword intents, Ximen Chuuxue had already arrived in front of Qing Lan.

The pale blade simply landed on Qing Lan's throat.

The sword light flickered slightly, and bright red blood flowers bloomed.

Brilliant, gorgeous blood flowers bloom among the messy mountains, looking extraordinarily coquettish.

The wind breathes, the sword stops.

Ximen Chuuxue held the sword and stood in front of Qing Lan.

Bright red blood streaked across the pale blade.

"you~"

Qing Lan clutched the wound on his throat, blood oozed from his fingertips.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

He looked at Ximen Chuuxue in horror.

Ximen Chuuxue held up his long sword, and said flatly, "It's the way of the sword."

Qing Lan was full of doubts.

It's Kendo!

What kind of kendo is it?
There are countless sword masters in the world, but there are countless in the fairyland, and it is even more difficult to estimate in the fairyland.

And there are thousands of kinds of swordsmanship.

Everyone's swordplay is different.

Kendo is like a blank sheet of paper. Every swordsman is a calligrapher and painter, and they will add what they are good at to the blank sheet of paper.

Qing Lan drew the meaning of the way of wind that she is good at on the white paper of kendo.

Other sword cultivators will also write their own comprehensions on the white paper of kendo.

But Ximen Chuuxue's kendo is still blank, without any additions, without any self-concept.

All he cultivated was the way of the sword, the purest way of the sword.

The opposite of him is Dugu Qiubai, Dugu Qiubai's kendo directly jumped out of the blank paper, and what he cultivated was the sword beyond the sky.

The way of swordsmanship of the two of them can be said to be diametrically opposed.

Ximen Chuuxue's kendo is completely centered on kendo, everything is for kendo, even himself is a part of kendo.

Dugu Qiubai's kendo is self-centered, I am the sword, whatever I say is a sword, and whatever is a sword, even the Dao of Heaven and Earth can't change my mind.

It seems that Dugu Qiubai's swordsmanship is more detached, even surpassing the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

But what is powerful is never the Tao, but the practitioner.

No Dao will is weak, but the practitioners who control the Dao will have strengths and weaknesses.

Qing Lan's morality is not weak, but he has not brought his own morality to the extreme.

On the contrary, Ximen Chuuxue has brought the sword to the extreme, and the extreme has exceeded Qing Lan's cognition.

The residual leaves fluttered down, and a drop of blood slipped from the pale sword tip and landed on the residual leaves.

Ximen Chuuxue blew lightly on the blade, blood bloomed on the pale blade.

A bright light flashed in his eyes.

Swords are used to kill.

And the moment Ximen Chuuxue longed for the most was the moment when the blood flower bloomed.

"Break!"

next moment!
Qing Lan suddenly felt tense, as if something in his body had broken.

A soundless crisp sound rang out in his soul.

Immediately, he felt a strong sense of darkness, and his consciousness became blurred.

For ordinary people, cutting their throats and severing their arteries will inevitably lead to death, but for powerful practitioners, as long as the vitality in the body is not cut off, it is not fatal.

Although Ximen Chuuxue's sword cut his throat just now, it didn't really kill him.

But now Ximen Chuuxue's 'break' completely cut off the vitality in his body.

At the moment when her consciousness was blurred, Qing Lan was still full of doubts.

What kind of sword intent is this!
"The little god Qingqu met Ximen Jianhou."

Qingqu Mountain God appeared not far away, bowed slightly and said.

"Trouble God Venerable!" Ximen Chuuxue retracted the long sword and said lightly.

"Don't dare." Qingqu Mountain God replied hastily.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded slightly, and said, "Di Zun is still waiting for me, so leave!"

After speaking, he soared up to the clouds.

Qingqu Mountain God looked at his pale figure with incredible eyes.

"What kind of monsters are these Dali? This is extremely terrifying!"

he murmured in a low voice.

As one of the Five Sacred Mountain Gods in the Immortal World, he has existed for nearly ten thousand years. He has seen many immortal-level powerhouses, but there are very few people who can easily kill immortal-level powerhouses like Ximen Chuuxue.

There are very few because he has seen the six monsters of Meishan make a move before, and participated in the last battle of Zhuxian in Qingyuan City, otherwise he would not have.

"Fortunately, the old man is also a member of the Temple of the Gods, and he will be able to go to the heavens in the future."

He shook his head slightly, then turned to look at Qing Lan's body.

Then he stretched out his hand and took Qing Lan's dead soul into his hand.

"You are the most arrogant, and dare to swagger when you are in the old man's territory. If God Feihu didn't say to keep you first, the old man would have cleaned you up."

He looked at Qing Lan's dead soul and said with some disdain.

"It's a blessing for you to be sent to the underworld by this old man. Maybe we will have a chance to meet again in the future."

Afterwards, he dragged Qing Lan's dead soul away.

And above the cloud.

Zheng Ming watched Ximen Chuuxue return and smiled slightly.

"Jianhou's swordsmanship is comparable to Dugu Sword God?"

"I'm still far behind him." Ximen Chuuxue shook his head slightly and said.

He is not humble, but the truth.

Although his swordsmanship is not weaker than Dugu Qiubai, but Dugu Qiubai's cultivation base is deeper than his, and his understanding of his own swordsmanship is also more profound.

Zheng Ming smiled and stood up.

"Go back, get ready, and then it's time to show off your swordsmanship."

Qing Lan is just a small character, if Zheng Ming didn't want to see Ximen Chuuxue's kendo temporarily, she wouldn't bother to pay attention to him.

And the next battle against Yuyang Xianshan is the real battle.

Now Dugu Qiubai and others are all in the Holy God World, and Zheng Ming has no intention of letting them come back, so Ximen Chuuxue may be the most beautiful boy in this battle.

(End of this chapter)