Immortal Emperor’s Self-cultivation

Proud Sword Immortal Gate, Raging Flame Peak.

Sword Master Zhuyan and Sword Master Qingye sat opposite each other.

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

One is wearing red soft armor, graceful and sexy, with a large capacity, and the other is wearing a blue long skirt, elegant and pure.

Different temperament, but equally magnificent!

However, what the two of them are doing at this time, if other disciples see it, they will definitely be shocked.

"big big big!"

Zhuyan Jianzun stared at Qingye Jianzun with his beautiful eyes.

The latter's Xianxianyu's subordinates are holding a dice cup, which is made of special materials and isolated from spiritual thoughts.

Sword Master Qingye showed a smile on his face, bright and gentle, elegant and gentle.

"Senior sister, you have lost more than 30 games in a row, I think you should just forget it!"

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

Sword Master Qingye chuckled helplessly, and uncovered the dice sect.

One, two, four, seven o'clock!

Sword Master Qingye said calmly: "Counting this one, Senior Sister already owes me 14,285 spirit stones."

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

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

Sword Master Qingye: "..."

Suddenly, a feeling of heart palpitations appeared in the hearts of Sword Master Zhuyan and Sword Master Qingye at the same time.

Such a strong sense of oppression!

The two sword masters frowned and appeared on the top of Lieyan Peak at the same time.

They looked to the west, but saw a terrifying vision of swordsmanship suddenly appearing in the sky hundreds of miles away.

That is a Yangtze River!

The whole body is composed of awe-inspiring sword intent, condensed into the sword intent Yangtze River!

Even though they were hundreds of miles apart, Sword Master Zhuyan and Sword Master Qingye could still feel the pressure.

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

Zhu Yan Jianzun paled: "This is the mighty sword intent!"

Sword Master Qingye nodded: "At least rank eight or above, maybe even rank nine!"

"Why did such a strong person suddenly appear in the territory of our sect?"

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

Sword Master Qingye thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "Eldest Brother, although he also studies the Spring and Autumn Sword Classic, his major is the Changhe Sword Intent."

"And even if the Spring and Autumn Sword Sutra has been cultivated to the level of transformation, it is impossible to condense such a terrifying vision!"

"This mysterious existence knows no friends or enemies, so it's better not to provoke him recklessly."

Zhu Yan Jianzun nodded: "Okay then, continue to gamble!"

Sword Master Qingye: "???"

...

Somewhere on a barren hill, a couple is running away at high speed.

Their bodies were stained with blood, which hadn't dried up yet, and it was obvious that they had just experienced a fierce battle.

The woman held a little fox in her arms.

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

"Husband, they have a way to trace the blood, and I can't escape."

The woman stopped suddenly and sent the little fox into the arms of the man: "Take Xueer away, to the vicinity of the holy city of the human race, where they dare not show it."

After finishing speaking, the woman gave the man and the little fox a reluctant look, turned around and turned into a silver fox and jumped into the jungle.

"lady!"

The man looked at the back of the woman leaving, his eyes were full of sadness.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently.

The man looked hundreds of miles away, where there was a thousand feet of sword intent flying across the sky, forming a mighty long river.

That arrogance made the man tremble uncontrollably.

He couldn't even maintain his shape-changing technique, and turned into a gray-white tall wild dog amidst the sound of whimpering.

"Wow, woof woof! ——Okay, what a strong sword intent!"

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

After a long time, the dog demon showed determination in his eyes.

It held the little silver fox in its mouth, and flew towards the direction of the sword intent Yangtze River!

...

The southernmost part of the Eastern Wilderness, Juetian Peak.

This is the dividing line between Donghuang and Nanjiang. A huge mountain range of 100,000 feet high runs across, separating Donghuang and Nanjiang.

The mountains are cut off in the middle, leaving a huge canyon.

This canyon is the closest and most convenient passage if you want to enter the Southern Border from the Eastern Wilderness, or from the Southern Border to the Eastern Wilderness.

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

This is a middle-aged swordsman, wearing a white gown, with a long sword behind his back, and he is motionless.

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

But what is certain is that the time will never be short, otherwise there would never be so much dust on his body and sword.

Even the white clothes seemed to have turned into gray clothes.

Clang~

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

From this Yangtze River, the emotions of 'joy', 'excitement' and 'jumping' are revealed, and even directly spurted out of the sheath.

"Great Sword Intent?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes suddenly, and the dust on his body disappeared instantly.

He stood up slowly and looked towards the distant sky: "This direction should be within the range of the Aojian Immortal Gate."

"Ninth Grade Haoran Sword Intent, Senior Brother, are you back?"

The middle-aged man reached out to hold the Excalibur and put it back into the scabbard: "I miss you very much."

With a sigh, the breeze blows.

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

...

Aojian Xianmen, the peak of Hanhai.

Under the guidance of Elder Yan, Chu Xiaolian has already comprehended the "Sword of Forgetfulness of the Supreme Being".

Of course, just memorize its formulas and sword moves.

As for whether to practice this sword art, Chu Xiaolian was still quite conflicted in his heart.

After all, the method that Mr. Yan said is really unreliable.

What kind of technique requires people to go to brothels and find beautiful girls to seduce themselves crazily?

The most important thing is, you have to hold back, you can't be hard!

Preserve the principles of nature and destroy human desires!

This practice method is completely anti-human!

What kind of stimulation did that Holy Master receive back then?

To create such a perverted swordsmanship?

"To practice or not to practice!"

While Chu Xiao was struggling with the practice, Elder Yan's figure suddenly manifested beside him: "How is that possible!"

Since his appearance, Mr. Yan has always been extremely calm in Chu Xiaolian's eyes, rarely showing surprise.

Now, it looks quite horrified!

Chu Xiaolian looked curiously in the direction of Old Yan's gaze, but saw a sudden vision of thousands of feet in the sky hundreds of miles away.

That is the mighty Sword Intent Yangtze River, which contains an incomparably vast, majestic, and masculine aura.

People can't help but want to pay homage!

Although the vision lasted for a few breaths, it completely disappeared.

But that magnificent and shocking picture was deeply imprinted in Chu Xiaolian's heart.

Chu Xiaolian swallowed his saliva: "What is that?"

Old Yan's eyes were burning: "The mighty sword intent is not weaker than the ninth-grade mighty sword intent of the old man in his heyday!"

Chu Xiao practiced the power of his body: "Is this the might of the mighty Sword Intent?"

Sure enough, it was so strong that it made people tremble!

Old Yan had a complicated expression: "What you should pay attention to is the direction of the sword intent."

direction?

Chu Xiaolian was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly his pupils shrank: "Is that direction, Senior Brother?"

Old Yan's eyes were burning: "Your senior brother is even more difficult than we imagined!"

Chu Xiaolian muttered to himself: "Could it be that this mighty sword intent..."

Old Yan nodded: "The master of this mighty sword will will never be weaker than this old man in his heyday."

"Obviously, behind that kid Li Hanguang, there must also be a mysterious swordsman who cultivates awe-inspiring sword intent."

"That mighty Juggernaut may be his real teacher!"

...

After hearing Elder Yan's conclusion, Chu Xiaolian was completely dumbfounded.

He originally thought that compared with his elder brother, he at least had more grandfathers to teach him.

Now you tell me, there is also a grandfather behind the elder brother?

Chu, what a state of mind explosion!