The queen is so fierce

Chapter 121 Xu Jianxian does not need a sword
Ji Xiangjian has always longed for an evenly matched opponent to appear in front of him. Sitting in the sect and meditating without hearing anything outside the window is too boring for him.

The other brothers in the sect liked to sit together for half a year, which also caused Ji Xiangjian to be alone every day when he went to the field to practice swordsmanship.

It's not that no one accompanies him to practice... It's just that the brothers who practiced with him basically gave up this crazy idea later.

This guy is not a human... It's just to learn swordsmanship, do you need to work hard again and again?
Although Ji Xiangjian's sect is very large, it is also a famous sect in Jiuzhou, and there are not a few disciples under the sect.

But for him, it was a little too empty.

After all, there is a limit to a person's practice. Ji Xiangjian proposed to the teacher to go out to practice. The teacher saw that his ambition was not there, so he did not refuse.

This trip is a full 15 years.

Ji Xiangjian has traveled to many places, and there are not a few large and small continents. He improved himself by learning techniques with local monks, and he quickly reached an unprecedented height in the past.

But after that... Ji Xiangjian was confused again.

It is almost invincible between the same realm, challenging the high realm and unable to win, and abuse of the low realm is meaningless.

What his sword needs is to collide with different people and absorb nutrients in actual battles again and again. This is the reason why he was famous in Jiuzhou in just 15 years.

But now he has lost his opponent, and no cultivator of the same generation can make him use all his strength to fight against some crooked melons and jujubes, and there is no sense of achievement in winning.

Ji Xiangjian hated this feeling, so he chose to come to Tiannanzhou.

Among the nine continents, Tiannanzhou has the strongest atmosphere of immortality. He believes that his bottleneck will find a breakthrough here.

In just one year, Ji Xiangjian got the title of 'challenging the madman', and the cultivators of the same generation in Tiannanzhou were reluctant to fight him, and he could not find an opponent.

Ji Xiangjian hated this feeling of emptiness, so he kept 'forcing' others to beat him, just to fill the emptiness in his heart.

Facts have proved that no matter how many third-rate walnuts are eaten, there is no high-quality walnut to nourish the brain.

Ji Xiangjian has never been willing to give up easily. While traveling, he harmed the Tuxian Pavilion in the entire Tiannan Continent.

Finally, the hard work paid off, he waited for his "wallbreaker" at Denglonggang.

From the moment he saw the black-robed sword fairy, Ji Xiangjian had a hunch.

The boring routine of the past will be completely subverted because of him.
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"I have never seen such a special spell as you, it would be a pity to end it like this. What if you don't have spiritual power, you can still fight!"

Ji Xiangjian raised the black iron heavy sword high, and rushed towards the black-robed sword immortal with a wild laugh.

Because of the loss of spiritual power, his steps were not as earth-shattering as they were at the beginning, but his speed did not decrease in the slightest. The heavy black iron epee in his hand seemed to be light as if it was nothing.

Xu Shoujing was stunned. From the moment he walked out of Longyumen and set foot on Zimo City half a year ago, he had never seen anyone whose spiritual power was blocked and who could still fight well.

Whether it is martial arts or law, spiritual power is indispensable for monks.

For Faxiu, magic is the heart; for Wuxiu, the body is a weapon; for Jianxiu, the sword is the second life.

But they are also inseparable from spiritual power. For monks, spiritual power is the blood flowing in the veins.

At the beginning, Xu Shoujing fought through infuriating energy, and could not experience the feeling of a monk's spiritual energy or spiritual power, but when he broke the mirror and turned into water, the smoothness of his body and mind to the meridians gave him the feeling of 'immortal' for the first time. Feel.

Although he can fight simply through the Nine Tribulations Heavy Prison, Xu Shoujing is used to the blessing of spiritual power, which is why he doesn't like to use the gods to punish the sky now.

Not only because of the many restrictions, but taking the gods to punish the heavens is equivalent to completely becoming a mortal.

There is a huge gap between those with spiritual power and those without spiritual power, and Xu Shoujing has no confidence to adapt to the transformation for the time being.

Therefore, when Ji Xiangjian's five elements were destroyed and temporarily lost his spiritual power, he still rushed towards him.

Xu Shoujing was a little dazed, this feeling was like seeing another self in the world.

There is a saying that people who are similar will cherish each other.

But there is also another situation, homophobia.

Swah——

The jet-black sword qi swept across the entire arena with the sound of the blade unsheathed. In the thick black qi wave, you could see a clear moonwhite at the core.

"It's good!" Ji Xiangjian pressed his body against the sword, the pitch-black black iron epee was fierce, and the sword's edge and the air waves rubbed a little scarlet sparks.

During the first confrontation, Xu Shoujing pulled out his sword too quickly, and the monks in the audience basically didn't see the appearance of his drawn sword. They didn't even see the sword itself.

Having taken it lightly from the previous time, the cultivator onlookers widened his eyes this time, and his eyes were fixed on Xu Shoujing's hand, trying to see the trajectory of his sword.

Swah——

The black spiritual power spreads out in the air like water dyed ink.The lines are dead, and the blade of the moon-white and quiet color is bathed under the rain curtain.

Clang——

The black iron epee intersected with the quiet white sword, and the sharp sound of the sword resounded through the terrace.

Two huge air waves whizzed away in completely different directions, making the wide-eyed eyes of the monks under the stage extremely dry.

"Xiao Jing!"

In the crowd, Jiang Rongyue's pupils shrank, and her heart was about to jump out of her bulging chest.While exclaiming, she subconsciously took a step forward.

At the moment when the sword blades met, the sword fairy in the black robe trembled and knelt down on one knee. The wooden board on the terrace was cracked. The blade of the white sword rubbed against the black iron epee, but he couldn't move it halfway. .

This guy... is it true, can he be so powerful without spiritual power?
Xu Shoujing clenched his teeth tightly, raised his head slightly, and found that Ji Xiangjian's entire body was pressing on the heavy sword, and his two hind legs were supported on the floor.

"Brother Xu! This trick is called pushing the window and looking at the moon!"

"..."

Xu Shoujing's eyes froze, why did the naming style suddenly become so heavy?
clack clack...

The planks under his knees were breaking more and more, Xu Shoujing frowned, his brain turned rapidly, but he was thinking of ways to fight the enemy.

To be honest, Xu Shoujing has never been a coward in terms of strength competition. He started out by practicing martial arts, and even if he puts aside his physical training, his physical quality has long been far superior to ordinary people.

But now I have to say that Ji Xiangjian may be stronger in pure physical strength.

After all, losing spiritual power can reach this point...

"Tsk..." Xu Shoujing pouted and cursed himself for being an idiot.

I am physically weaker than him?

How could I have such an idea, I am the foundation of the Nine Tribulations Prison Body.

Xu Shoujing suddenly recalled what Zhao Fuyao said to himself on the floating boat:

'I don't have anything to teach you right now, most of which you can't bear at your level, and you can't show what you can bear.Take the Nine Tribulations Prison Body as an example, its most fundamental Taoist core lies in the control of the body's gravity. It is as heavy as a thousand miles when it opens up mountains and smashes the ground... But in your hands, it becomes a tool for destroying the terrain. '

Opening up the mountain and splitting the ground is as heavy as a thousand inches...

Who said I can't use it?

Xu Shoujing let out a breath of turbid air, and a golden light flashed through his pupils like water.

under the terrace.Everyone looked nervously at the confrontation between the black-robed Jianxian and Jianmangzi, not even blinking, for fear of missing the slightest detail.

In this short period of time, their mood was like sitting on a vertical flying sword in the sky and the ground, and they could not settle down.

At first, they were still shocked that the monks from other places could kill Jian Mangzi in seconds, but later, they were amazed because 'Jian Mangzi lost his spiritual power and strength remained unchanged'.

As for now...

The little monk at the corner of the terrace breathed a sigh of relief and spread out his hands:
"This time, the black-robed Sword Immortal should be out of luck. No one would have imagined that Jian Mangzi would be so fierce without his spiritual power."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young cultivator beside him staring wide-eyed, looking at the turbulent terrace with an incredible look on his face.

The little cultivator was stunned for a moment, then turned his head slowly, his pupils shrank suddenly.
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When everyone thought that the black-robed Sword Immortal was about to lose, he did something that shocked everyone present.

I saw the black-robed sword fairy, who had been carrying the heavy sword with all his strength, suddenly loosened his hands and turned slightly sideways.

The moon-white Qingyou long sword lost its strength and fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

Ji Xiangjian's eyes were stunned, and instinctively wanted to withdraw the sword, but all the strength of his whole body was pressed on the black iron epee, and the momentum of never returning could not be stopped at all.

The black iron epee rubbed the corner of Xu Shoujing's clothes and hit the ground straight, the blade penetrated deep into the floor, taking advantage of this gap, Xu Shoujing punched out—

"puff--"

Ji Xiangjian ran towards the fist in both directions, only to feel that his chest suddenly sunk in, and the already disordered meridian aura surged into a fiery heat, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out.

"It's not over yet-"

Xu Shoujing took a deep breath and turned his fist against Ji Xiangjian's chest.He only heard a 'bang', the floor under his feet cracked, and the entire terrace sank suddenly.

A ripple flashed at the intersection of the fist and the sternum, Ji Xiangjian's pupils shrank, and the body bowed, and the next moment, the whole person flew out.

Xu Shoujing didn't pause, the heaviness on his body dissipated, and he tapped the floor with his toes and jumped into the air.

Ji Xiangjian, who was flying backwards, slowly returned to his senses, and saw the black-robed sword immortal in the air kicking at him like a falling star.

Ji Xiangjian wanted to stop, but the lack of spiritual power had an effect on him after all. Seeing Xu Shoujing's flying kick getting closer, he simply grabbed the crack of the balcony with his bare hands.

It's a pity that he flew upside down too fast. Even if his ten fingers penetrated deep into the fault and his fingernails were stuffed with broken wood chips and blood, he couldn't stop the momentum, but left a long bloodstain on the floor.

boom--

There was another storm on the terrace, the raindrops stopped, and a trace of golden light penetrated the dark clouds and shot on the disfigured terrace.

His vision gradually became clear, and in a hazy, Jianxian wearing a black robe clapped his hands and shook off the dust on his body.

At his feet, Ji Xiangjian, known as the 'Jianmangzi', was paralyzed on the ground. The simple cloth was torn open several times, and blood was dripping all over the floor, but looking at the constantly heaving chest, it should be still alive.

"He...he won." The little cultivator murmured, but his expression was a little weird: "He's obviously a swordsman...why is martial arts better than swords?"

"—" The young monk glanced at him and remained silent.

This time it wasn't that he wanted to pretend to be cold... I really don't know.

The sword is equivalent to the second life of the sword cultivator, especially when facing the top sword cultivator who loves the sword like his wife, if you destroy his life sword, maybe he will have broken his heart before confronting him. Surrender without a fight.

However, then again.

Even if it's not the kind of swordsman who 'loves a sword like a wife'...

Where is the sword cultivator who threw the sword in a fight?
In fact, it's not their fault, no one would have thought that Xu Shoujing became a swordsman just a day ago.

If you want to blame him, you can only blame his talent. The sword cultivator aura exuding from his body is too heavy. Anyone who sees it thinks that he is a sword cultivator genius.

"Xiao Jing, how are you now? Is there any injury?"

Seeing that it was over, Jiang Rongyue rushed to the stage early and checked Xu Shoujing's clothes back and forth.

Xu Shoujing gave a wry smile, picked up the painting Fang Qianyan on the ground, put it in the scabbard and stuffed it into Qiongyu's belt.

"Sister Rong Yue, I'm really fine..."

Jiang Rongyue touched Xu Shoujing's broad chest, and couldn't help but put it on and swayed Qiong's nose, the strong man's breath lingered, and the blurred apricot eyes were in a trance.

"Sister Rong Yue?"

Xu Shoujing's doubtful voice came from her ear, Jiang Rongyue suddenly recovered, and spit secretly, why did she accidentally commit an old problem?

She reached out her hand to fan her hot cheeks and said softly:
"I'm fine, since the fight is over, let's go."

Xu Shoujing probably guessed what was wrong, but for the sake of her sister's face, she pretended to be ignorant, holding her hand and intending to step down.

click-

"Slow me down..."

A haunting voice sounded again behind him, Xu Shoujing shivered all over, and he turned his head with a look of 'forgive me':
"...You don't want to fight, do you? You need to have a degree of patience."

Ji Xiangjian swayed and stood up. Hearing Xu Shoujing's words, he blinked and waved his hands quickly:
"Brother Xu, you have misunderstood. No matter what you say, I can't fight... It's just the reason why you and I are fighting... Well, I haven't apologized to your wife yet."

"Daughter-in-law...daughter-in-law!" Jiang Rongyue's pretty face flushed, and the sweet and sour happiness in her heart filled her whole body, and several steams burst out from her head.

Xu Shoujing tilted his head and saw that Jiang Rongyue lowered her head slightly and kept talking to herself: "I'm from Xiaojing...hehe."

He was a little speechless, patted the back of his sister's hand, and said:

"Sister Rongyue, what do you say, I will listen to you."

Jiang Rongyue can be said to be elated now. After hearing Xu Shoujing's words, she smiled softly:
"Sister has nothing to do, so don't embarrass him."

"learn."

Xu Shoujing thought for a moment, then coughed lightly:
"That's it, my sister Rongyue has spoken, so I don't want to embarrass you... I just happened to be looking for news of the Changhe Su Clan. I heard that you have traveled to many places in Tiannan Continent. If you have similar news, let me know. , Sister Rong Yue, she will accept your apology."

"—" Jiang Rongyue's eyes widened, she didn't say that...

"Hey hey, it should be, it should be." Ji Xiangjian smiled naively, scratched his head for a while, and frowned, "Changhe Su Clan...why is it so familiar?"

Pfft - he just scratched his head lightly, and a small fountain of blood appeared between the sparse strands of hair.

Ji Xiangjian himself was unaware of this, and was still brooding with his arms folded.

"..."

Are you... wanting to break your head?

Xu Shoujing was speechless, touched Qiongyu on his belt, his spiritual power condensed into a white jade-like medicinal pill in the palm of his hand, and he threw it towards Ji Xiangjian.

Ji Xiangjian saw a white shadow flying over, and subconsciously grabbed it in the palm of his hand, looked down, and wondered:

"Brother Xu, is this?"

"Longyumen's exclusive name of the special Reiki Pill is made from the ambergris leaf that gathers the essence of the Dragon Bodhi tree. One pill is effective. If you don't believe me, try it." Xu Shoujing said solemnly.

Ji Xiangjian did not hesitate, threw it directly into his mouth, and then widened his eyes:
"The spiritual power is really back! Brother Xu, I didn't expect you to have the skills of alchemy!"

"I didn't practice it..."

"Oh, oh, I was abrupt. I didn't expect Brother Xu to be unable to make pills..."

"..."

This is true, but why does it sound so weird?
Xu Shoujing twitched the corners of his mouth and asked angrily:
"Did you think of it?"

Ji Xiangjian put his head against his fist, muffled "um" for a while, and suddenly said in shock as if struck by lightning:

"I thought about it, Changhe Su Clan, I thought about it!"

"Where do you think the Changhe Su Clan is?" Xu Shoujing's eyes lit up, and he listened to Ji Xiangjian's words attentively.

Do you just want to see Su Huanqing that much... Jiang Rongyue sighed softly and clenched Xu Shoujing's big hand.

"No." Ji Xiangjian shook his head, "I just thought that someone should know where the Changhe Su Clan is."

"Who?"

"The surname He... He Su."
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